Ved Nagar: 52
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Chapter 52
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Al Samīnah Al Qāsim
Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“I’m destroying the Musalmīn and the Musalmīn are so foolish that they are calling me Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated.”
“Because you are using your Seven Movements to advertise your extraordinary spiritual capabilities among Musalmīn.” I smiled at her niftily, still fucking Amīnah Zahīr.
“And Musalmīn don’t understand it?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kept smiling.
“You are shrewd enough to understand the shortcomings of Musalmīn. Most of them are blindly superstitious, because they are Uneducated/Under Educated. The Uneducated/Under Educated Mullahs and Maulavīs oppose their modern education so that their followers may not abandon them. You are influencing the Mullahs and Maulavīs themselves.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan complaining.
“Bājī, I’ve myself seen you and your agents bribing these Mullahs and Maulavīs and other Musalmīn of influence.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched him curtly.
“The problem with Abbū Imām, Durgesh, you and other similar ideologists is, you always argue about means. You never see the practical impossibility of your ever Utopian suggestions.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled at me.
“Jījū, your utmost successful Practical Chief Wife is criticizing even you now.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Well, what’s wrong in criticizing him if he is wrong? He never claimed to be Omniscient.”
I smiled merely.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan continued to say.
“He himself admits no one is Omniscient except Allah Rabbil Åālmīn. He knows so many things more than we do. He has experienced so many incidences than we have. Naturally he understands so many things more than we do, and more deeply too. But that’s all. That’s the limit of your Jījū too. Beyond that he too assesses everything. And his assessment may be wrong too as well as it may be right. Am I right, my love?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at me.
“Right.” I smiled, “Sorry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, I’m too a human being. Even my assessments may be wrong. I too don’t, and can’t, know everything.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“Sorry, Jījū.”
“The difference between Abbū Imām and Durgesh is that Abbū Imām is an ideologist only, while Durgesh is a Practical Ideologist. Abbū Imām can dream better but as he is far more behind than Durgesh in both knowledge and experiences, he doesn’t know how to make his dreams true optimum as Durgesh does.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand beamed at me with immense pride.
“But,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled unwearyingly, “similarly Durgesh isn’t a woman, is he?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand laughed.
“Jījū is the Absolute Man.”
“Yet, not a woman.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan repeated insistently.
“Oh, sure.”
“Therefore he can’t understand what we womankind need actually as optimum as I can.”
“Bājī,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand protested.
“There are so many things, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, that we womankind never tell even our life partners.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at me.
I was grave now.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, you believe your Jījū more than you believe your Bājī, don’t you?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand watched her gravely.
“My morals are more identical with Jījū, Bājī. I never hide it from anyone.”
“You, your Jījū, Abbū Imām, you all never try to understand how to get Pseudo Musalmīn votes. The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually the most confused persons in the Multiverse.”
“I see.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely.
“The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually always the pendulums between True Islam and Pseudo Islam.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr interrupted.
“The police has told me that it isn’t established beyond doubt that the victim of the murderer is Colonel Åbdul Raħmān.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ironically.
“The police is playing a deep game so that Ved Nagar can’t be held politically responsible for the murder of one of my Commandos. It’s only a razzle dazzle. Both the nations India and Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat do understand they don’t want to antagonize Ved Nagar. They can’t afford it.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr laughed.
“Ved Nagar can do anything?”
“Almost anything.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly.
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr looked at Amīnah Zahīr.
“I’m unable to understand, my lady, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat is smiling triumphantly however her reliable commando is murdered. The police say they can’t establish beyond doubt that the body is really that of Colonel Åbdul Raħmān. She has deputed Colonel Åbdul Raħmān on some secret mission and Ved Nagar administration itself has helped her, Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat actually.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr, you are promoted to be the leader of Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn. Congratulations. You really understand what we do more efficiently than the rest of you.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr bowed half to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, respectfully.
“Shukriyah, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated.”
Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
“Bājī, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated, I own a ranch in Nevada as well as I own a ranch here at Ved Nagar too, both with Durgesh, of course, as you yourself own each and every property you have, with Durgesh, yourself, everywhere, even in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. It’s rather a large holding. Durgesh likes it. I like to live there with Durgesh. Durgesh loves Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān houseladies especially. There’s a guest ranch, a so called dude ranch, adjoining our property in Nevada. I find some of the guests women who stay there are rather interesting. It’s unfortunate that they find Durgesh more interesting rather than me.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sensitively.
Amīnah Zahīr only kept smiling respectfully.
“As you can well judge yourself, Bājī, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, many of these guest Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān houseladies, are not there simply because they like the idea of recreation on a guest ranch in Nevada. They are there because they want to establish a six weeks’ residence in order to get a divorce.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand watched his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim gravely.*
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim winked at her husband impishly.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand averted his eyes hastily to look at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, me and Muħammad bin Qāsim whether anyone of us has noticed it.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was not backward, yet he was relatively more sophisticated than his ever impish ever naughty wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand respected Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and me both more.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, instead, always teased both of us.
She was my Sālī after all, my sister in law.
Amīnah Zahīr joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan this time in smiling cunningly as well.
“I am frank to admit that most of those Musalmān Beauties, those Musalmān houseladies, take interest in Durgesh usually, naturally.”
“Naturally?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim nudged me.
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim!” I admonished her.
“Sure,” Amīnah Zahīr said, “yet we can’t blame them. They are there for divorce. It’s obvious they are separated from their husbands already. Consequently, missing sex and a loving masculine attention already for a relatively long time. When they find even Durgesh is available to them, well, they start to enjoy sex with Durgesh sooner or later.”
“Every one of them?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim teased us impishly.
“Almost every one of them.” Amīnah Zahīr smiled sophisticatedly, “Usually, I mean, of course.”
“Of course.” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim’s impish eyes twinkled conspicuously.
Amīnah Zahīr winked at Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim and continued.
“The women who sever their domestic ties go to a state where they have no friends. They find themselves, usually for the first time in years, entirely on their own. They are apt to be lonesome, naturally. Consequently, apt to be seeking companionship too with as powerful a man as they can get. I happen to have a ranch that is accessible. Durgesh happens to be available as an utmost caring, utmost lovable, utmost loyal, utmost reliable, masculine friend. Why the hell they don’t take the advantage of the opportunity?”
“I agree with you, Amīnah Zahīr.” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim smiled cunningly.*
Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
“I had always lived on my ranch and enjoyed it until Al Samīnah Al Qāsim came to Nevada, to establish a residence on this adjoining dude ranch. She liked Durgesh and enjoyed more sex with Durgesh than she had enjoyed with even Abbū Imām, her husband. Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was a very determined and a very resourceful woman. She had a very definite plan of operation. We became very good friends gradually. Yet, I had long been for the right sort of investment here in Ved Nagar. Who doesn’t now, if s/he is capable? My real estate broker found this place. It was offered at what I considered a bargain as price go these days. I talked with Durgesh. Durgesh approved my decision. I told my dealer to close the deal without letting the owners even suspect that Durgesh was too involved anywhere. It would have caused the price to go to the sky. The deal was closed very quietly keeping the news as far as possible out of media.
“When our dealer had the property all in escrow, I simply slipped from my ranch in Nevada. Durgesh told Al Samīnah Al Qāsim that I had been called away very suddenly on business that would keep me out of state for some time. I would get in touch with Al Samīnah Al Qāsim as an opportunity presented itself. In the meantime I was working on a deal that was so confidential I couldn’t take any chance of having any slip.
“Durgesh and I jumped in our own private plane and flew to Denver. We had to stop for a few hours at our Denver branch office of HVSI Group of Companies, then flew for Ved Nagar. We picked up a new automobile that had been ready for delivery to our order, and came here to this place.
“I was very careful not to let Al Samīnah Al Qāsim know where I was. Durgesh was already available to her in his another body. Why the hell she had to pay any attention to what the damn I was doing? When Durgesh is available himself, the all a Musalmān Beauty, the all a Musalmān houselady is interested ever is undress Durgesh completely, undress herself completely, and enjoy sex with Durgesh as much as she can.”
Amīnah Zahīr was smiling cunningly now.
It was not easy for Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand to believe a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty could be that cunning.
His Bājī, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was really transforming the Musalmān Beauties, the Musalmān houseladies, miraculously.
Actually, his Bājī, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was herself a miracle after the greater miracle, Durgesh.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī was following Durgesh step by step very adroitly.
Moreover, she knew very well, very meticulously, where to deviate from Durgesh to transform Musalmān Beauties and extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies to use them optimum for establishing her dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
It was a miracle the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, criminals/criminal minded Musalmīn were being cuckolded fastest under her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī knew very well how to deal with the bastards.
Now, almost the entire global media even is acknowledging her ever great achievements.
It’s being written and discussed now surreptitiously that the Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had effectively decreased the terrorist and criminal activities of Pseudo Musalmīn, even though the movements are in themselves not as humane as they should have been.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has laughed.
“Humanity with the animals who never respect any human life except that of Pseudo Musalmīn? Never. I’ll cuckold every one of them, bastards. I’m not Durgesh. They are enjoying Durgesh’s so called humanity on the cost of innocent persons’ very life. I’m Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I have my own definition of humanity. Cuckold the bastards who never respect human life if it’s not a Pseudo Musalmān.” *
Amīnah Zahīr was grave now.
“The information that Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was in Ved Nagar comes out as a distinct surprise to me. She did not come here, however, last night or any other time to have the gasoline tank of her automobile filled. I haven’t seen her since I left Nevada. She is a very lovable woman, however. I happen to know that, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim, however, had a deep seated fear of her husband, Abbū Imām. She was planning something. I don’t know exactly what it was but I do know that Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was very much afraid of what her husband, Abbū Imām, would do when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim started to put her plan into execution.
“There are some things, however, I won’t like to say here in the presence of witnesses. But Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was talking of a picture, Abbū Imām and Durgesh’s yacht.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was suddenly all alert now.
“How do you know Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was talking of Durgesh Jījū’s yacht? I think it was another yacht that belongs to Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim. My wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, knows about it more, I think.”*
Out on deck, on my ‘yacht’, I found the fog had thickened until it was impossible to see more than a few feet in any direction.
The ship was facing upstream now.
Standing up there, I could hear the sullen gurgle of cold water as the current swirled around the anchor chain.
Confidently, thoughtfully, I moved aft, reached the stem of the vessel.
I saw a member of the crew.
He appeared to me to be so.
I didn’t know him personally.
Neither it was possible for me to know everyone personally who was in my staff.
I had a large staff even on this ship.
He was bundled up in a heavy mackinaw.
Standing motionless, I thought he must have been a night watchman.
If my assumption was correct he hadn’t to care anything for the guests.
He had only to wait simply the night out, standing there as still as a statue.
I walked back again toward I came from.
Suddenly, I stumbled over a piece of rope.
I couldn’t kick it to one side.
It must not be there.
Hell, the security must be instructed to find out and inform me why it was there.
The security in charge regretted the incidence and promised me to find out immediately.
I walked back to a position amidships on the starboard side.
I stood there for some ten minutes lost in thought.
I was aroused suddenly.
It was a sudden stabbing sound of a woman’s shrill scream, from the vicinity of the bow.
A sharp report followed almost instantly by a peculiar series of muffled splashes.
I looked to the stem.
The man who had been on duty as watchman was no longer there.
It was possible he had run to the bow, keeping to the port side.
Was he really a watchman?
Now I doubted even it.
I turned to dash back toward the bow.
I heard the soft patter of hurrying feet and then, almost without warning, a figure, walking confidently down the deck, collided with me.
I felt the soft touch of damp silk.
My nostrils caught the faint scent of perfume.
I realized the woman I was holding in my arms was stunning, confident and definitely not in panic, even infinitesimally.*
My first assessment was that she was the woman who screamed.
She was the woman the soft patter of whose hurrying feet I had heard.
But the stunning Beauty I was holding in my arms was neither hurrying, nor she was in any condition so that I could say she was the woman who screamed.
It was a sudden stabbing sound of a woman’s shrill scream, from the vicinity of the bow.
I couldn’t forget it.
I could feel the pumping of her heart, the tension of her muscles.
Her hand moved and inadvertently it touched my ever sensitive rising Uncut Hindu Penis.
Yet I was suddenly all alert.
I had caught the glint of faintly reflected light from some metallic object.
I realized immediately she was carrying a gun.
From up near the bow I was expecting the cry that was so ominous to seamen the world over.
‘Man overboard. MAN OVERRR-BOARD!!’
But no, it wasn’t there.
Nevertheless, from the sea, there came a series of thumping noises against the side of the ship.
It seemed that some struggling kicking object was swept past by the current on the side of the ship opposite to that where I was standing.*
There followed an instant of silence.
The extremely stunning Beauty in my arms had deliberately grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis now.
She was even playing with it now, even more confidently than she came into my arms colliding with me.
It was my ship.
I owned it.
But I didn’t know who this dazzling Beauty was.
She was anywhere around twenty eight.
The most she could be, thirty, not more.
Her build, body and behavior was telling me that she herself was too a Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.
Her frankness was telling me, she belonged to one of the ever notorious Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
I didn’t know why I had a feeling now that I had seen her with Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl.
She resembled Åābidah Ibrār Ålvī very much.
Yet, I could not place her still now.
Then I suddenly placed her.
I hadn’t seen her with Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl.
I had seen her with Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl instead.
She was present when I kicked Muħammad Kamāl and Aħmad Kamāl both out of their own house, claiming that Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, and Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, 20, were, all the three, my wives now.
She was standing there enjoying the incidence very much.
Chapter 53
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 51
Posted: April 25, 2013 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Bachhalyās, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs., Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Abu Bakr, Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Amīnah Zahīr, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Jet Musalmān Beauties, Kħadeejah Muħammad, Kħilāfat Movement, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim Terrorism, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad bin Qāsim, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD, Seven Movements, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Threesome Society, Triple Society Leave a commentVolume 2
Chapter 51
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Sun sparkled from the crested tops of restless waves.
I paced the deck, enjoying fresh air and the mild sunlight through clouds.
My hands were thrust deep in the pockets of a double breasted coat.
My rubber soled shoes trod lightly along the teakwood deck.
The cold breeze tried to ruffle my ever black hair unsuccessfully.
The heavy door from the forward social hall was pushed open one inch or two.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shouldered it open.
She stood there with wind whipped skirts.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stepped across the high threshold.
Both of them released the door.
The wind pushed it against the automatic door check.
I walked behind both of them.
“Ship Ahoy!” I called.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Samīnah Al Qāsim, both turned to me.
“The other side is less windy.” I smiled at both of them.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan nodded.
The cold wind was blowing the tendrils of hair across her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān face.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan introduced us, “this is Durgesh, my husband, and the Hindu husband of us entire extremely striking Musalmān Beauties, if you don’t mind my bluntness.”
“Naåīmah,” I admonished Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan somewhat curtly, “behave yourself, you stupid.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim smiled at me.
“It’s alright. I never mind. Most of us extremely attractive Musalmān Beauties, rather, never mind your titles related to us, actually. We think they are in fact compliments to us Musalmān Beauties instead.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.
“Now, come on. You Hindu scoundrel, the ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties, we both are starving to death.”
I laughed,
“Let’s go, my extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives.”
With an extremely attractive Musalmān Beauty on each of my Hindu male arm, I started forward along the deck.
They were playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis impishly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had unzipped me and had brought it out.
With every female treatment of both the extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauties my Uncut Hindu Penis was extending and growing in their fists violently.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was playing with it rather shyly somewhat, but Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not ashamed of it even a bit.
Rounding the bow, the wind pushed us down the sloping incline, into the lee of the deck.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim put her hair back into place, laughed, and said,
“That’s what’s known as wind blown job. I’ve been hearing a lot about you, Durgesh.”
“I’m glad.”
“Most of my extremely beautiful Musalmān women friends are already enjoying your Hindu sex kicks.”
“I’m honored.”
“They say you’re unique in love and lovemaking both.”
“Tell them my numerous thanks.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim faced me with laughing, dark eyes, full red lips, parted to reveal teeth that glinted as whitecaps in the sun.
The silk blouse, open at the neck, disclosed the sweep of her tremendously lovely Musalmān throat, the rounded curve of her firm breasts.
“Durgesh darling, I saw you and my Ammī fucking and talking last night. I bet Ammī told you all about the family mystery.”*
I looked at Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
“Mystery?”
“Sure. Don’t try to act innocent.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan flashed me a quick glance,
“What’s the family mystery, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?”
“The disappearance of my portrait. Ammī packed my autographed picture in Abbū’s bag. She locked the bag carefully. When they unpacked, my picture was gone from the frame. Someone had inserted one of Zāherah Ħusayn instead, the Pakistani Musalmān heroine that worked in Indian movies too. I resemble her to the extent as if we both are twin sisters. Now, what do you know about that?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan glanced reproachfully at me.
“I know nothing about it. What does your Ammī think about it? If she has talked with Durgesh about it, we can…”
“That’s the point. Ammī is making it darkly mysterious. Well, don’t deprive her of her thrill. If Ammī tells you about it, act as if you didn’t know anything before Ammī told you it.”
“You are sure Durgesh and your Ammī were fucking when they were talking?”
“I watched them myself.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim said curtly, “My Ammī was on her knees and our Durgesh darling was fucking her from her glorious behind. You say Durgesh is thirty four, why the hell then he is interested in my Ammī more than me?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched me furiously.
“He loves big heavy female Musalmān buttocks filling his nude Hindu male lap when he fucks us, damn it.”
“She does not take it seriously.” I smiled.
“Me?” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis more, to make me suffer from pain somewhat.
She raised her chin and laughed into my face.
“My parents think I never take anything seriously—life, liberty, or the pursuit of love. I’m the flippant younger generation. Hell, they never suspect it’s my act only. I’m immensely serious about everything.”
“And how about your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim? How does he take it?”*
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis significantly.
Despite her tremendous efforts to act as if my Uncut Hindu Penis was not the first she was playing with, her inherent shyness and enormously hidden nervousness were constantly telling me I was the ever first man in her life she was enjoying even the foreplay with.
I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan disapprovingly.
Why the hell Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan doesn’t understand?
Her Seven Movements had upset the normal life of almost everyone, almost entire humankind.
“Oh, Abbū takes it right in his stride.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim said, “He is a Thinker, carries the Multiverse on his shoulders. Despite the fact that you are the ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties, Abbū thinks you are Imām Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām .”
“Nonsense!”
“Well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said innocently, “I think…”
“You don’t think, you never think.” I said coldly, “You just fix a target and conspire to achieve it.”
“My dear ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly, “it takes a deep thinking even to conspire.”
“Shame on you.”
“Let it be. I damn care.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me, entirely unashamed of herself, “You mankind think every shame is for us womankind only. I refuse to obey your ever selfish decisions. Why the hell should we womankind obey you mankind? After all we womankind are infinitely more in numbers than you mankind are. In Democracy…”
“Oh shut up,” I said, “I’m fed up of your communal philosophies. You think every Musalmān male is a terrorist or a potential terrorist at least. But the Musalmān Beauties are neither. Every Hindu male is a born democrat, and…”
“Prove me wrong.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan challenged me.*
I smiled curtly.
“As if I haven’t already every now and then.”
“Never.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said shamelessly, “You have only argued every time.”
I squeezed her buttocks.
“Sālī, ‘Ūnŧh ré ūnŧh, térī kaun sī kal sīdhī’?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into Al Samīnah Al Qāsim’s heretofore virgin mouth.
I felt embarrassed.
But to my surprise, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim kissed it lovingly, licked it and then started to suck it ravenously.
“I’ll be damned.” I murmured to myself.
“Enjoying it?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked Al Samīnah Al Qāsim impishly.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim nodded, brought my Uncut Hindu Prick out of her mouth and said.
“My Ammī was not the first I saw Durgesh fucking.”
“Allah Allah! I never thought you were so veteran a voyeur.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
“A virgin is a voyeur mostly.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her step Ammī cunningly.
“Ammījān, I think you are right. I was also a veteran voyeur until I seduced Durgesh.”
Both of them laughed.
“You were telling me about your Abbū.” I reminded Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.*
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim smiled.
“Only occasionally can I get Abbū to set it down long enough to play with me.”
I squeezed her breasts.
“Sālī, that doesn’t answer my question.”
“You can’t call me Sālī, your sister in law. I’m your Ammī in law, your mother in law instead. Don’t forget Imām Muħammad Ħasan is still my husband.”
“Ex-husband.” I reminded Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
She laughed.
I watched her dubiously.
Was she still married to Imām Muħammad Ħasan?
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is guiding and patronizing her?
But how the hell could it be?
Imām Muħammad Ħasan still has four duly legal Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Yes, he doesn’t touch them anymore.
I fuck all of them instead.
But they are still his wives legally.
Is Al Samīnah Al Qāsim playing some deep game with Imām Muħammad Ħasan?
If Al Samīnah Al Qāsim hasn’t divorced Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim is his fifth legal duly married wife.
Does Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan know it?
Has she planned deliberately to exile Imām Muħammad Ħasan from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat to protect him from Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?
I was more vigilant now of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Samīnah Al Qāsim both.*
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr smiled patronizingly.
“Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was a commando. Wasn’t he?”
“What the hell do you mean?” Muħammad bin Qāsim grimaced, “Commandos can’t be murdered?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, and even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled sophisticatedly, yet patronizingly at Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.
“I suppose,” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr said, “all this is just a conversational background, a barrage, a bombardment, of words. They are trying to get us to commit ourselves. Umm-al-Åālmīn, I’m quite certain either Umm-al-Åālmīn Al Samīnah Al Qāsim is playing some deeper game, or Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Umm-al-Åālmīn, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself has planned it. Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was her commando. It wasn’t easy to murder him.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, and even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled again.
“I’m not Allah Rabbil Åālmīn, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Yet you are Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā herself reincarnated. Aren’t you?”
“Sure,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “nevertheless, not Allah Rabbil Åālmīn.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Her worst critics claim Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is following her Hindu Live in relationship partner’s every step. What Durgesh Jījū has done Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī would also do action by action. You can’t win her, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.”*
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was now on her knees.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was visiting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt now.
“Once a barrister always a barrister. Are you cross examining me now, my Hindu Love?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling watching my still growing Uncut Hindu Cock penetrating the glorious glamorous Musalmān Cunt of Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
Despite my constant efforts to avoid them, Jet Musalmān Beauties were still constantly succeeding in winning my Uncut Hindu Penis for their ever aggressive ever feminist Musalmān Cunts.
It was necessary.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
It was the only solution to stop the kidnapping, smuggling and selling of Musalmān Beauties.
Only Hindu husbands/Live in relationship Partners could be trusted.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both wanted to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Yet, none of them could have the courage enough to say it openly.
Not only Musalmīn, even Durgesh was against it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used it to win Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both despite my opposition.
She made it a movement.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim,” I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of her glorious Musalmān Cunt until only its head remained inside, “what does your father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, say about it? What are your own theories incidentally?”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim shook her head.
She waited a few minutes for me to push my Uncut Hindu Cock back into her ravenous Musalmān Cunt, but when she saw I was concentrating somewhere else instead of on fucking her optimum, she felt her extraordinary Musalmān beauty insulted.
“Hey, where the hell are you concentrating? Give me that back.”
“What?”
“Your legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. Push it back into me. Will you?”
“Oh, sorry.”
“You must be. I would never forgive you if you ever do it again. Once out, I want it into me back, immediately. Do you understand?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Does he do it with you too?” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and answered my question as well, “I don’t have theories. I’m too young. Moreover, I’m a practical woman rather. I never dream of anything. I march ahead instead, and get it practically, as I’m going to do now.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim pushed her own gorgeous glorious Saåūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back into my nude Hindu male lap and swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt deepest, “I love it deepest, my dear.”
“Abbū Imām liked your aggressive sex?” I smiled fucking her somewhat more vigorously now.
“Never. He is too a damn fool Musalmān.”
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim Ammī.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan protested disapprovingly.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, my dear immensely successful daughter. I’m with you, because you are running your Seven Movements, you have vowed taking Al Qur’an Al Karim in your pious hand to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. That’s what these damn fool Musalmīn need. Replace them with Hindus for ever and forget the bastards.”
“You ever communal bitches,” I said curtly, “always thinking with your ever ravenous Musalmān Cunts instead of with your brains.”
“No Musalmān bastard is here to appreciate you.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim too smiled curtly, “I know you adopt this attitude to please your Musalmān fathers in law and your Musalmān brothers in law. They don’t have any power now. They are cuckolded to you and us, their Musalmān houseladies.”
“You are helping their enemies. Have you ever thought of it?”
“Qāzī jī dublé kyon? Shahar kā andéshah. Why the hell you always think of others, instead of yourself and us? Enjoy our extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bodies, you stupid.”*
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.
“You have a telephone over there in the corner. Just ring the Ved Nagar police and ask them if a Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was murdered at an early hour this morning.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr promptly crossed over to the telephone, smiled sharply and said,
“That’s a very nice bluff you’re running. We won’t let it work however. I’m going to call you cold right now. Whenever someone makes a pass at me I call him/her then and there ineludibly.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr picked up the receiver.
“I want the police station, please,”
Then, after a moment, he said,
“Can you kindly tell me whether a Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was murdered this morning somewhere near Oceanside, Ved Nagar?… Never mind who this is. I’m simply asking a question…Well, let’s put it this way. I might be a witness in case there’s anything to it…”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr held the receiver in silence for several seconds.
Amīnah Zahīr was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick into her teen Musalmān Cunt in the meantime, smiling smartly.
She was herself fucking me now.
I stood still there on my knees behind Amīnah Zahīr.
Entirely nude Amīnah Zahīr was herself making the back forth and again back movements ruthlessly.
When it came out to sex, Amīnah Zahīr was almost an female animal with me.
It was rare I fucked her.
Mostly Amīnah Zahīr fucked me herself.
And that even almost most savagely usually.
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr suddenly said in the mouthpiece,
“Thank you.”
Then he slammed the receiver back into place.
He turned and faced his audience.
Then he started pacing the floor.
His eyes were half slit in thoughts.
He pushed his hands down deep in the side pockets of his double breasted coat.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim were watching him patiently, yet with a smirk.
Abruptly, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr turned, standing with his back to the wall.
“All right,” he said, “I’m security in charge here. Ms. Amīnah Zahīr is not a nobody. She virtually owns our Kħilāfat Movement. She is one of the most important sponsors to our cause.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled contemptuously.
“Oh sure, I happen to know all of your bloody movement. What’s it? You are fighting for establishing a Triple Society, a Threesome Society actually. Musalmān wife, Hindu lover and thoroughly Cuckold Musalmān husband. Shame on you. You call it a Kħilāfat Movement? I’m surprised. Ms. Amīnah Zahīr is one of your most important sponsors, not because she and the other similar sponsors are sympathetic to you. They want you cuckolded. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is running Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Movement. Your Triple Society is helping her cause. Jījū is against it because Jījū is against the humiliation of any human being whosoever the hell s/he is. Why the hell don’t you understand? Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is revenging what you Pseudo Musalmīn have done with Musalmān womankind. That’s why her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, is against her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah despite his exile from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr raised his right hand.
“I know you want to argue against our Kħilāfat Movement and even Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah as well. Imām Muħammad Ħasan has invited us to a Grand Meeting on the ‘Yacht’ of your Jījū. We have accepted the invitation. It’s not the proper place to discuss these utmost important political crises.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at me helplessly.
I smiled.
“Your Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is destroying the Musalmīn completely, either under this disguise or that. She is taking advantage of each and every superstition of Pseudo Musalmīn. I’d told you, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, already.”*
Chapter 52
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Chapter 49
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand
Durgesh Pārvatī Pāŧhak
Amīnah Zahīr watched Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand gravely.
“I appreciate your manly vigor, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“Thank you, Umm Al Åālmīn.”
“You are watching my live in relationship with Durgesh yourself personally, yet you are accusing me so bravely.”
“Durgesh never approved of the Cuckold Your Musalmān husband movement of Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself. ” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled sophisticatedly, “Did he?”
“What do you mean?”
“Durgesh never approved of the ‘Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club’ movement of Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan too. ” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled sophisticatedly again, “Did he?”
Amīnah Zahīr laughed.
“Naåīmah Bājī, he thinks Durgesh is right and you are wrong.”
“That’s right,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled triumphantly, “Durgesh Jījū and Naåīmah Bājī love each other and they are husband and wife now, despite their thirty two years age difference. Naåīmah Bājī is furious to Musalmān terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn. She wants them Cuckolds and humiliated immensely until they aren’t True Musalmīn. Durgesh Jījū hates such an attitude even to the Musalmān terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn.”
“And you think Durgesh is right and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is wrong?” Amīnah Zahīr watched Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand scornfully.
“Is there anything wrong in it?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled patronizingly.
Amīnah Zahīr blurted.
“You are right, Naåīmah Bājī. You are always right. Even Hindus are not with us.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled serenely.
“Control yourself, Amīnah Zahīr. Despite it, we are using Hindus successfully to establish our Dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Aren’t we?”*
In previous years the exceptionally attractive ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives had tanned topless, however this year, Rukħsānah Aslam felt odd, being the only wife there, so she left the top on.
Imrān Waħīd and I were talking.
Imrān Waħīd was drinking beer in the boat’s cockpit, while I was giving him company with drinking juice.
We had been friends for over fifteen years.
Our wives had been college roommates and were also close friends.
I was especially watchful as my friend’s extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān wife undid her top to keep from getting tan lines on her back.
Since Rukħsānah Aslam was lying with her head toward the cockpit, I enjoyed talking to her because she had to raise her head slightly to answer and usually showed some cleavage.
On one occasion, when she raised up a little higher than necessary, I thought I saw a nipple.
I was already enjoying the trip.
It was early September.
We were making our annual sail from North Carolina to the Bahamas, where we would leave the boat for the winter.
Usually there were four of us, but this year, due to a work related issue, my ‘wife’, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was not able to come with us.
Rukħsānah Aslam felt a relief when she heard Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t accompanying us this time.
Despite the fact that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was her childhood friend, Rukħsānah Aslam always hated Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ever-dominant nature.
Ever-dominant nature?
Really?
Wasn’t it a fact that Rukħsānah Aslam was actually jealous of her miraculously utmost successful childhood friend, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?*
Rukħsānah Aslam must be at least sincere to herself.
Shouldn’t she?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never hid the fact from anyone that she loved Durgesh madly despite I was thirty-two years older than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Rukħsānah Aslam never wanted to be one of my women despite my immense success in almost every field.
Rukħsānah Aslam hated Hindus.
“If you keep on your friendship with that immensely dirty sex maniac Hindu multi zillionaire, Durgesh, Imrān Waħīd, you would soon find your every beautiful Musalmān houselady is being fucked by him, including me too.”
“Nonsense, Rukħsānah Aslam. Durgesh is the ever best friend we Musalmīn do have.” Imrān Waħīd was immensely angry with his wife, “Stop being jealous to your childhood friend Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. She offered Durgesh to you too, but it was you…”
“I hate that Hindu sex maniac.” Rukħsānah Aslam flared at her extremely damn fool Musalmān husband.
Imrān Waħīd smiled.
“Well, your sisters, your cousins, your Bhābhījāns and even your friends love my immensely successful Hindu friend, Durgesh. Don’t they?”
“They are crazy for his money.” Rukħsānah Aslam said scornfully.
“And why the hell shouldn’t they be?” Imrān Waħīd smiled teasing Rukħsānah Aslam.
“Sex should never be for money. It’s prostitution.”
“So you think all your sisters, your cousins, your Bhābhījāns and even your friends are prostitutes because they have sex with my friend, Durgesh, for his money?”
“Well, aren’t they, at least somewhat?”
“No.”
“Imrān Waħīd, I am surprised.”
“Your sisters, your cousins, your Bhābhījāns and even your friends are not alone who enjoy sex with Durgesh. Most of the Musalmān Beauties I know enjoy sex with Durgesh.”
“And you are proud of it?”
“Come out of your ever harmful communalism, Rukħsānah Aslam.” Imrān Waħīd said scornfully, “It has always harmed us Musalmīn too much.”*
Amīnah Zahīr smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She was now on her knees.
I was fucking Amīnah Zahīr now from her glorious teen behind.
“I’m doubtful, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, whether we actually establish our Dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“Nonsense, Durgesh has to be with us. The entire Vedic Monotheist Hindus are with us. Even the traditional Hindus are with us.”
“But the Brāhmañ Beauties are opposing us, the Savarñ Beauties are opposing us.” Amīnah Zahīr looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gravely.
“The Brāhmañ Beauties want Bachhalyās and the Savarñ Beauties want Vedic Monotheist Hindus who were born Dalits, the downtroddens. That’s what Kr’ñvanto Vishvamāryam, Dharm Santānam, Dharm Sansthñpan for them.”
“What do you mean?”
“Only the Brāhmañ Beauties and Savarñ Beauties could be managed. A large number of them is already with us. They haven’t any problem with our Dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
Amīnah Zahīr looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan incredulously.
She changed the subject abruptly.
Looked at Pranav Yogendr Divyanand,
“So you say I knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?”
“Sure. Haven’t you?”
“In Nevada?”
“That’s what I said.”
“I was quite friendly with Al Samīnah Al Qāsim? I talked her out of getting a divorce from her husband. Told her that if she’d sit tight and let her husband think she’d secured a divorce, then when Imām Muħammad Ħasan had found some other interest he could be made to pay a lot of money for a settlement?”
“That’s what I say.”
“Have you heard of something called defamation of character?”
“Oh sure.”
“If you can’t prove what you are claiming that’s what you have to face.”
“I can prove it.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled disarmingly.
There was a silence for several seconds.
Amīnah Zahīr kept her teenager big yet heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks thrusting into my nude Hindu lap.
My legendary Uncut Hindu Cock kept vanishing into Amīnah Zahīr’s teen tiny Musalmān Cunt to my balls, coming out until only its head remained inside and then again buried deepest unto my balls.
Amīnah Zahīr was enjoying our lovemaking enormously.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand continued to say,
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim came down to Ved Nagar on the pretext that her husband, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was here. It was an early hour this morning. She stopped in here and had her gasoline tank filled. In the meantime when her gasoline tank was being filled, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim enjoyed sex with Jījū.”
“Why?” Amīnah Zahīr asked sarcastically, “Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt was tighter than even my teenager Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt? Or, you think Durgesh is fed up of me at my so early teen age?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Amīnah Zahīr patiently.
“Jījū never enjoyed you Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties. He enjoys the Musalmān Beauties of his own age more.”
“Nonsense, you mean Durgesh is not enjoying lovemaking with me? Only I am enjoying his Uncut Hindu Cock in my teenager Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt?”
“If not, why the Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh movement is there?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled sharply, “Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped in here and had her gasoline tank filled. Jījū filled her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tank too with his Hindu Vīrý. I don’t know what Al Samīnah Al Qāsim told you, or what you told her. Nevertheless I do know when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim started from here she was immensely satisfied sexually, physically and emotionally. Her bodyguard was with her. Ǻbdul Raħmān was not an ordinary bodyguard. He was a colonel in Her Excellency Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s personal secret service. Colonel Ǻbdul Raħmān was a Commando. He drove down the road about two miles, stopped her limousine in a parking place off by the side of the road and was murdered.”*
I had been with Pārvatī Pāŧhak and Shiv Shankar Sharmā for two days now.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak and Shiv Shankar Sharmā prepared for bed.
They compared notes, and agreed I needed their help..
“That little fucking Musalmān bitches,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak finally stammered, using a rare invective referring to my Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends. “They totally screw with his mind.”
“Well, it isn’t just his Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends. I mean, they are just being their usual self. Most guys would have been able to shrug it off after a while. But his Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends are his first and almost only love, so they have a disproportionate impact on Durgesh.”
“What do you mean only love? I mean, sure, they make love with Durgesh, but Durgesh is, what, 34, he must have had some other significant relationships.”
“I don’t think so. I mean, he and I have been friends for a long Time, and I don’t remember him really dating anyone else mostly other than needy Musalmān Beauties. For all I know, the Musalmān Beauties might literally be only women he ever slept with happily.”
“Hey Bhagvān, what an impression he must have of other women.”
“Well, it’s not as if he doesn’t know any better. I know he thinks the world of you. Moreover, he’s a smart guy. Nevertheless, yeah, emotionally, Durgesh is almost a cripple except with ever ravenous Musalmān Beauties because he almost never dated other women much. In addition, he built up this notion in his mind about how great it would be when he was with other women. I mean, I hate to psychoanalyze a friend, but there it is. Durgesh needs to be with some non Muslim women if he’s ever going to put Musalmān Beauties behind him and get on with his life, as he should. His Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends are blinding him constantly against other communities. It’s not good for a Mayor to be so partial to any particular society. Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan both are using Durgesh for the benefits of their own community.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked at Shiv Shankar Sharmā thoughtfully. “I like Durgesh a lot, and he’s both sweet and handsome, but I can’t see him ever finding a good relationship. It’s a catch-22. Until he comes out of his shell, other women will stay clear, and the ones who don’t probably have enough of their own problems to make things worse.”
“I wish we could do something,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā replied sadly, “I wish we could get someone to seduce him or something, but I just don’t know anyone who’d be willing to do that. It’s a lot to ask a friend.”
Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s words trailed off as Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s mind wrapped around an idea.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak seemed to look right through Shiv Shankar Sharmā.
“You want me to seduce him.” She said it ambiguously, part observation, part rebuke, part question, and part offer.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā paused. Just for a second, but it was long enough to confirm it.
“N-no,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā said unsteadily. “I don’t, not really…” But he didn’t know what to say next.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā just stared at his extremely beautiful brilliant smart Brāhmañ wife.
She struck Shiv Shankar Sharmā as incredibly beautiful at that moment.
She was relatively tall for a woman at 5’7″, and her body was both athletic and voluptuous.
She has long, lean legs, and a hard, flat stomach, but at the same Time, she has large, high breasts, and a rounded Pāŧhak Brāhmañ ass and full hips.
She was wearing a diaphanous nightgown, which seemed to call particular attention to her peaks and valleys.
As part of the pre-bed routine, she had brushed out her long, full, brown hair, and it flowed over her shoulder in shiny waves.
Her face is conventionally beautiful, not exotic, but rather the corn-fed, midwestern, beauty that you associate with the queen at the prom.
She was frowning at Shiv Shankar Sharmā, her beautiful green eyes sad and questioning.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā desperately wished he could go back in Time, and head off the conversation.
The thought of Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife with another man, even Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s best friend in need, gave him a feeling like a lead weight in the pit of Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s stomach.
And yet at the same Time, a part of him was saying that it was the right thing to do, that it was a sacrifice worth making.
After all they also had a duty toward their immensely neglected Brāhmañ community.
What Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu did when he observed the extremely beautiful infinite Musalmān Beauties were representing even the entire denominations in Islam on Durgesh’s nude Hindu male lap constantly?
Isn’t Imām Muħammad Ħasan doing the same thing?
Hasn’t he used his entire extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies even for it and still using?
The Musalmīn are successful because they are aware of what they should do and when.
The Brāhmañs are again losing to Musalmīn.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan is not a Brāhmañ, yet he has learned from Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu.
Can’t he, Shiv Shankar Sharmā, himself too?
If Imām Muħammad Ħasan had Nafīsah Salmān, Shiv Shankar Sharmā too has Pārvatī Pāŧhak.
Doesn’t he?
Can Shiv Shankar Sharmā too sacrifice Pārvatī Pāŧhak as Imām Muħammad Ħasan sacrificed Nafīsah Salmān?
Can Shiv Shankar Sharmā?
Can Shiv Shankar Sharmā?*
As Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s was wavering similarly, her eyes glistened, and then one tear rolled down each cheek.
She looked down at her wringing hands, and then she sniffed and returned her gaze to Shiv Shankar Sharmā.
“I can’t Shiv Shankar Sharmā, Shiv Shankar Sharmā, I just can’t.”
“I don’t want you to, Pārvatī Pāŧhak.” Shiv Shankar Sharmā said gravely, “Don’t worry. I married with you. I can’t ask you to sacrifice your Satītv and Pātivratý, even for our Brāhmañ community.”
“How do we know it would even help us?”
“It probably wouldn’t,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā seconded, realizing as they spoke about it that the thought of her with anyone else was just too painful.
“Probably?”
“Durgesh needs something. He needs a change of scenery, a therapist, a non Muslim girlfriend, something. But you are right, there is nothing we can do about it except be his friends.”
“Friends,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak repeated softly. “Shiv Shankar Sharmā, are we… am I being selfish?”
“No, I don’t think anyone would call you that,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā replied.
“I mean, it does make sense in a crazy way. I think Durgesh really thinks Musalmān Beauties are his one chance at love. He needs some sort of reassurance that other women too find him attractive.”
“Do you find him attractive?” Shiv Shankar Sharmā asked.
“Yes, of course,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak answered, a bit too quickly for Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s taste.
Seeing the look in Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s eyes, she continued, “I mean, I’ve never, until tonight, thought of him in anything other than as a friend, but yeah, he is a good looking guy.”
“Maybe that’s all he needs to hear?”
“What if he needs more?”
“I don’t know,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā replied.
She paused and looked Shiv Shankar Sharmā in the eyes.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” she said with a firmness Shiv Shankar Sharmā didn’t expect.
“N-no, I…but…” Shiv Shankar Sharmā stammered in reply.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak approached Shiv Shankar Sharmā, reached out and squeezed Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s hand hard.
“You are a good Brāhmañ, a good friend. I love you.”
And then before Shiv Shankar Sharmā could say another word, Pārvatī Pāŧhak turned and walked out the door.
It took Shiv Shankar Sharmā a moment to process what they had agreed to, and suddenly Shiv Shankar Sharmā realized how ambiguous they’d left it, how open ended this plan was.
As Shiv Shankar Sharmā watched the door shut behind Pārvatī Pāŧhak, Shiv Shankar Sharmā was paralyzed.*
Shiv Shankar Sharmā realized that both Pārvatī Pāŧhak and Shiv Shankar Sharmā thought that it was the right thing in the abstract.
But Shiv Shankar Sharmā also realized that Pārvatī Pāŧhak was going along with it, for Shiv Shankar Sharmā, as much as for Durgesh.
But to his immense surprise, Shiv Shankar Sharmā now didn’t want her to.
Well, Shiv Shankar Sharmā did, and Shiv Shankar Sharmā didn’t.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā knew he should, but Shiv Shankar Sharmā couldn’t.
Choking back his guilt at failing his already immensely neglected Brāhmañ community, Shiv Shankar Sharmā wrapped his mind around the simple fact that he loved Pārvatī Pāŧhak and did not want to share her.
No matter how selfish that made him that was the way Shiv Shankar Sharmā felt.
The realization finally brought Shiv Shankar Sharmā out of his stupor.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā had to stop Pārvatī Pāŧhak.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā went out the door and down to the basement where I was staying and where Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife had gone to try to build up my confidence in Brāhmañ Beauties.
But as Shiv Shankar Sharmā reached the top of the basement steps Shiv Shankar Sharmā hesitated.
Instead of rushing down the stairs, Shiv Shankar Sharmā crept slowly to the bottom.
The basement was divided into three rooms — a laundry room, a small study, and guest bedroom.
At the bottom of the stairs, Shiv Shankar Sharmā could see the light on in my room.
With the door cracked open, Shiv Shankar Sharmā could hear us talking.
It wasn’t too late, at least.
Chapter 50
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 48
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Chapter 48
Durgesh Muħammad bin Qāsim
Durgesh Taufīq Fātimah
Muħammad bin Qāsim remembered that he looked at me expectantly.
We were still on the Yacht then.
I was watching the sealed envelope Muħammad bin Qāsim had given to me.
“Taufīq Fātimah knows ACP Suraiyā Jamāl personally and she has mentioned to me two or three times, Jījū, that ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is a dangerous antagonist.”
“Taufīq Fātimah is right.” I said gravely.
Muħammad bin Qāsim watched me peculiarly.
“Jījū, am I to assume that perhaps there was some particular significance that attached to her remarks?”
“Taufīq Fātimah is your wife now, Sālé Miyān; you should understand that she isn’t a fool.”
“I know. Would ACP Suraiyā Jamāl cross examine me?”
“Your father’s disappearance isn’t a normal event in Ved Nagar. Is it?”
“Certainly not. ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is already asking me searching questions. About my poisoning, I mean. Not about the mysterious disappearance of my father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
I kept quiet for a moment only.
Then I whirled at him.
“As most of the Musalmān Beauties are nowadays, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is also against Pseudo Musalmīn very much. That’s why Abbū Imām and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has chosen ACP Suraiyā Jamāl to assist Muħammad Åbdullah, the Commissioner of Police here.”
“The Musalmīn are suffering now on the entire globe due to the mad activities of crazy Musalmān terrorists.”
“The Musalmīn must oppose the terrorists more than they are doing now.”
“There are some Musalmīn that think the terrorists are right.” Muħammad bin Qāsim clenched his fists in frustration and helplessness.
“That’s the problem the rest of the Musalmīn have to face if they don’t oppose the terrorists.”
“The Musalmīn are now deliberately marrying their ardent Musalmān sisters and daughters to Hindus now. They think it would prove they aren’t communal at all.”
“Well?”
“Abbū married Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī to Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. I was against it first, but when I listened to what Abbū had to say in the matter, I myself had to agree.”
“I see.”
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl put in quite a bit of time asking me why we allowed Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī to marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“She is quite inquisitive about these matters.” I smiled somewhat curtly, “As Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl does too believe in Dr. Ali Sina that every Musalmān is either terrorist or potential terrorist at least. Sorry, the more I try to explain then it isn’t correct the more they believe I am being kind to the Musalmīn on the cost of Non Musalmīn’s life and wealth.”
“Well, they are correct. I myself think sometimes that you are more lenient to Musalmīn than to the Non Musalmīn.”
I whirled at Muħammad bin Qāsim once more.
“The hell you do.”*
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled apologetically.
“I don’t want to lie to you any more, Sorry.”
“Sālé Miyān.” I smiled, “It’s alright. Okay.”
“I was poisoned a few days ago.”
“Before your father disappeared?”
“Yes. I thought it was a simple case of food poisoning, but apparently, it wasn’t. Anyway, that’s what ACP Suraiyā Jamāl says. She wants to make a lot of trouble.”
There was a moment of silence.
Only the sound of water slipping past the sides of the yacht was audible.
Moreover, it was plainly audible.
“I see.” I said.
“Taufīq Fātimah, my Hollywood Star wife, and I had dinner there. Both of us didn’t eat the same things. Taufīq Fātimah had red wine. I had white wine then. Taufīq Fātimah had prime ribs of beef cooked rare and French fried potatoes. I had fried oysters and vegetables. Only the desserts we had was the same. After half an hour of our eating, we both became ill. Taufīq Fātimah was only slightly ill while I was quite ill. I thought it a typical case of food poisoning.”
“I’m listening to.” I said.
I stood with my elbows over the rail.
I was looking down at the rippling water that curled up against the sides of the vessel, splashed over into little foam crested ripples and then fell rapidly astern.
There was silence for several seconds.
Then, Muħammad bin Qāsim said abruptly.
“I think we’re headed for the island, Jījū.”
“That’s right, Sālé Miyān.”
“I was talking about this food poisoning.”
“That’s right.”
“I requested you to protect Taufīq Fātimah if I die. I’m still waiting for the answer.”
“If Taufīq Fātimah would be implicated, I promise you to protect her if she is innocent.”
“She is innocent, Jījū. She is innocent. Somebody is trying his/her best to frame her.”
“Why?”
“She is a Hollywood Star, isn’t she?”
“So what?”
“Most of us Musalmīn don’t want to give that much liberty to Musalmān Beauties ever. We are so over possessive that we are crazy to govern even the lives of the Musalmān Beauties that aren’t related to us in any manner.”
“Are you telling me?”
“I think some crazy Musalmān is behind it, not Taufīq Fātimah. He/she wants to punish me by killing me in this way and let Taufīq Fātimah to go to gas chamber for the so called murder of her husband.”
“Well?”
“I was pretty sick. I called a physician. The same physician treated Taufīq Fātimah, my wife.”
I didn’t say anything.
Muħammad bin Qāsim continued to say.
“I explained to the physician treating both of us that it was food poisoning, probably something that had been canned because there was a burning metallic taste in my throat.”
I still didn’t say anything.
Muħammad bin Qāsim again continued.
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl showed up yesterday afternoon and told me that I had been poisoned by arsenic. I think she is after to make something of it.”
“What?”
“She asked me a lot of questions about what enemies I had and all that sort of type. Allah, I don’t want any newspaper and/or news channel notoriety of anything like that, particularly right at this time. I’m putting across several important business deals, Jījū, you already know.”
“That’s right,” I confirmed him, “How did ACP Suraiyā Jamāl think the arsenic get in the food?”
“She didn’t bother to tell me that. Instead, she wanted me to tell her that. I suggested her to go to the restaurant. If she is right about the arsenic, it might be the cook of the restaurant. Who else?”
“Anyone else poisoned?” I asked.
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said that there had been no other complaints.”
I raised my eyes.
The sun was setting.
A thin moist haze seemed to be rising from the water.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan came along the deck.
She said cheerily.
“Hey, you both look rather serious. Spoiling your appetite by talking some damn business?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Certainly not, Bājī. I was telling Jījū about ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s visit yesterday afternoon. You advised me to tell Jījū everything.”
“Oh, I still think it was food poisoning. You are already all right now.”
“Fit as a fiddle.”
“Yet, somewhat pale, however.”
“That’s an elder sister’s over concern, Bājī, nothing else.”
“Nonsense. What did your Jījū say?”
“He hasn’t. He was to say something when you came.”
“Well, I’m rounding up the guests for cocktails.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled authoritatively, “Dinner will be served in about thirty minutes. Your Jījū said he wants to give the cocktails time to take hold.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim asked casually.
“Bājī, do you know whether we’re headed for some fixed direction, or are we just cruising?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan put her right index finger on her lips.
“I’m not talking, sorry. Sealed orders from your Jījū.”
“We’re probably going to the island.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“I don’t want to be impolite to you, Muħammad bin Qāsim. But I’m living in relationship with your Jījū now for four years about. During these years I’ve learned when it pleases Durgesh that I talk and when it pleases him that I won’t.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim teased her.
“Oh, come on, Bājī. You are not an ordinary wife any more. You are Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
“Jacqueline Lincoln is the Everfirst Lady President of United States of America. But even Jacqueline Lincoln knows how to govern our ever indomitable Hindu husband. If we want something, we are cheerfully ready to pay for it. It’s an art to govern your husband.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
I was smiling on the efficient smartness of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She was indomitable too.
Only Durgesh could govern Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Jacqueline Lincoln.
In addition, it was a great honor for me, I knew.
Muħammad bin Qāsim and I accompanied Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan down to the canopied after deck.*
The seven hundred eighty six girls caught up with Taufīq Fātimah just as she reached the strips.
“Taufīq Fātimah,” one girl shouted to her.
Taufīq Fātimah didn’t recognize any of them
Nevertheless, their number, Seven hundred Eighty Six, told her their special status.
They were Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s girlies.
Taufīq Fātimah was now almost sure of it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the utmost successful Musalmān Beauty now.
Why?
She has successfully managed to conquer not Durgesh only, despite her thirty-two years younger bubbling youth, she successfully used her live in relationship with Durgesh to establish Democracy in Saůūdī Årab too.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used her extremely stunning Musalmān beauty and immensely overflowing Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān youth for it.
However, it was because her parents were with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Taufīq Fātimah also wanted to do many things, but her parents are too orthodox and too conservative.
The Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties definitely knew who Taufīq Fātimah was, even if Taufīq Fātimah didn’t know any of them.
“We want a run,” one of the Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties said, speaking loudly so that the people passing them could hear the challenge, “You can lead and pick the point.”
“Done,” Taufīq Fātimah smiled triumphantly, “You said you are Seven hundred Eighty Six in number. C-786th then, Durgesh Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī localway intersection.”
The Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties frowned.
Does Taufīq Fātimah outexcel them in brains too?
All the Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties were around twenty-eight.
So was Taufīq Fātimah.
Taufīq Fātimah leaned over and rolled up the cuffs of her pants a little.
She could shake all the Seven hundred Eighty Six before they reached the destination Taufīq Fātimah had named.
More couples, some triples too, passed and stepped on to the nearest strip.
The triples were not as efficient as the couples were.
The Pseudo Musalmīn husbands that formed the third of the Triples, were not as efficient as their Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners were.
Does Bisexuality really affect the Pseudo Musalmīn husbands adversely?
Nevertheless, the Triples are not only legal here; they are surviving as well, despite futile terrorist attacks.
No terrorist attack ever succeeded here at Ved Nagar.
The Law and Order at Ved Nagar was marvelous.
The governments of almost every country now studying the management of the Law and Order at Ved Nagar, with the Ved Nagar Government‘s express permission of course.*
A dance music was being played on the canopied after deck.
Sidrah Aħmad was dancing with Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
Most of my Musalmān live in relationship partners and lady friends agreed with Shankar Mahāpralayankar more than with me.
“Your vision is right but your planning to achieve it is impractical, Durgesh darling.” Sidrah Aħmad used to say, “I think Shankar Mahāpralayankar is more practical.”
“Thank you, Sidrah Aħmad.” Shankar Mahāpralayankar beamed at her.
I smiled and looked at Nafīsah Salmān.
Nafīsah Salmān grimaced.
“I don’t agree with you, Sidrah Aħmad. You want to say, the terrorists cannot be controlled effectively if the noble persons too don’t resort to illegal means?”
“Sidrah Aħmad has a point there, Nafīsah Salmān.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan had looked at his wife gravely.
Nafīsah Salmān laughed.
“I never expect anything better from you, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.”
“Durgesh is a great man, no doubt.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, “But he doesn’t understand Musalmān terrorists psychology at all. He thinks the Musalmīn are terrorists, criminals/criminal minded because they are Uneducated/Under Educated.”
“It’s not true?” I stopped my Uncut Hindu Penis inside Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan entirely buried there to my balls.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wrapped her strong nude legs around my nude Hindu male waist.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Penis driven more into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I squeezed her nude young Musalmān buttocks and kissed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan on her lips.
“Dr. Ali Sina doesn’t agree with you, my dear Hindu husband.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me, contracting her vaginal muscles around my entire Uncut Hindu Shaft.
“And you think Dr. Ali Sina is a better authority on Islam than myself?” I smiled benignly enjoying my entire Uncut Hindu Shaft inside her young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly but he didn’t see anything himself.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar had now Sidrah Aħmad on her knees.
He was penetrating Sidrah Aħmad now from her glorious behind.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said gravely.
“Dr. Ali Sina isn’t alone, Durgesh. He has too many followers and even numerous Co-authors now.”
“What the hell you think it does mean Ħumairah?”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī kept licking my Uncut Hindu Cock visiting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s young Musalmān Cunt vigorously.
“Simply that Dr. Ali Sina and his Co-authors can’t be ignored only by shrugging our shoulders.”
“Dr. Ali Sina has challenged the followers and admirers of Islam if anyone of them proves him wrong, Dr. Ali Sina would pay him a large amount of money.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan chuckled, “Why don’t you accept his challenge, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! if you think Dr. Ali Sina and his Co-authors are not correct in their interpretation of Islam?”*
The dog, deftly avoiding Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s kick, stood watching Muħammad bin Qāsim with lips that curled back from his fangs.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said gravely.
“Come on in. Let’s go inside, sit down, and talk this thing over in a civilized fashion.”
“We may differ about our idea what the civilized fashion actually is.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled sarcastically.
Nevertheless, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smarter.
“Oh no, I don’t think so. You are as cuckold as I am. So, our ideas about what is civilized and what’s not can’t differ very much.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
“What the hell you mean? I am not cuckold even a bit.”
“You are, my dear boy, you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly, “Most of us Musalmīn are actually cuckold to our Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners whether we are bold enough to acknowledge and accept it or not.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr contemptuously.
“You are still alive despite your immensely hateful opinion about most of us Musalmīn, because you are living here at Ved Nagar. If you lived elsewhere the Musalmān terrorists had killed you already.”
“My dear child,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly once more, “You have only heard about Musalmān terrorists, don’t you? Have you met ever anyone?”
“What do you mean?”
“Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself is your Bājī. She is herself running the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband since she wasn’t even the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. She is the Brain and Power behind cuckolding most of us Musalmān husbands. What do you think? Durgesh has cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? Shankar Mahāpralayankar has cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? Hindus have cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? No, never. Our own Musalmān Houseladies have cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands.”
“Because you Musalmān terrorists were blaspheming Islam more than the non Musalmīn.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thundered at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr suddenly, “Even then the impotent Musalmīn were not criticizing you blaspheming bastards. We, Musalmān Houseladies of yours, never did cuckold you enjoying it very much. We did it because we didn’t have another option whatsoever. You bastard Musalmān terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn compelled us, your own Musalmān Houseladies, to cuckold you if we had to save our own Īmān.”*
Amīnah Zahīr raised her hand.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, have you come here to discuss the cuckolding of you Musalmān husbands?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed at Muħammad bin Qāsim contemptuously, scornfully.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was too indulged in discussions with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr he hadn’t even realized when Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had brought them through the first door to the left.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had led the way into the room that had been fitted up as a library cum bedroom.
It was a neat job of books and shelves.
I was fucking Amīnah Zahīr there on the bed.
“Kħush Āmadīd,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim, making a sweeping inclusive gesture, “Welcome.”
The party seated themselves.
“All right,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled at them melodically, “now let’s hear what you folks have to say.”
“You’re getting the cart and horse all mixed up,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled courteously, “We want to hear what you have to say.”
“We have nothing to say.” Amīnah Zahīr smiled disarmingly.
“You knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“Who says so?” Amīnah Zahīr smiled charmingly.
“I say so.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled charmingly too, “Amīnah Zahīr, you knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was in Nevada. You were quite friendly with her. You talked Al Samīnah Al Qāsim out of getting a divorce from her husband. You told Al Samīnah Al Qāsim that if she’d sit tight and let her husband think Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had secured a divorce, then when Imām Muħammad Ħasan had found some other interest he could be made to pay a lot of money for a settlement.”
Chapter 49
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 47
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Chapter 47
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah
The Ǻrab Sheikħ shifted his right hand to a position near the first lapel of his green coat.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand caught a glimpse of a revolver in a shoulder holster.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
Still having faith in violent means and strategies.
Ħuzūr S.A.W were compelled to use violent means in his divine holy lifetime to establish peace everywhere.
He S.A.W couldn’t do it another way.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was sure if Ħuzūr S.A.W were today he S.A.W would never have resorted to any violent means whatsoever.
The modern Ǻrab Sheikħs were never capable to understand Muħsin-e-insāniyat S.A.W.
They had erroneously surrendered to Ǻrab Imperialism in the name of Islam.
Consequently they had themselves killed the mission of Ħuzūr S.A.W unknowingly, imprudently.
Ved Nagar was a City of Shaktimāns.
What could the dog or his revolver do if Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand used his mind/spiritual power?
Present day Musalmīn, Pseudo Musalmīn actually, had faith in the means Yazīd Malåūn had more than in the faith Ħuzūr S.A.W had.
The dog, facing the door, elevated his tail, the tip of it waving to and fro.
A bolt shot on the inside of the door.
The Ǻrab Sheikħ opened the door for an inch or two.
A safety chain was holding it in that position.
A porch light clicked on, outlining Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand in brilliance.
“Who are you?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, “What do you want?”
“I’m looking for the master of this mansion.”
“What for?”
“I’d prefer to tell that to himself only.”
“Give me some hint to tell him why you want to meet him.”
“About some properties he has here at Ved Nagar.”
“As far as I know, the Boss is interested only in purchasing the properties here, not in selling.”
“This mansion is also owned by the Mayor himself?”
“Not by the Mayor of Ved Nagar. It’s on his personal name along with Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.”
“I’d like to meet anyone of them.”
“Well, not as late as tonight now. Go back to wherever you have come from, or to a hotel. Call on him after ten o’clock in the morning.” The Ǻrab Sheikħ started to close the door.
Then, something about the dog’s attitude caught the attention of the Ǻrab Sheikħ.
He asked suspiciously.
“Hey, how the hell did you get past that dog?”
“I happen to know something about their psychology.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled graciously.
“Well, the dog is not supposed to let anyone out of a car after dark.”
“It seems the dog made an exception in my case,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand kept smiling politely yet gracefully, “I just got out of the car and…”
“Why the hell the dog made an exception for you?”
“Ask your dog.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ frowned,
“Just who are you anyway?”
“I’m trying to find out something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ’s face became rigidly immobile.
“Know anything about her?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand asked politely in his sweetest voice.
“No,” The Ǻrab Sheikħ said, and slammed the door.
“Her bodyguard has been found murdered early this morning.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand called through the closed door.
He was taking safe risks using the general psychology of the Ǻrab Sheikħs.
There was no response.
Yet, on the other hand, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand heard no sound of steps in the corridor.
It indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ hadn’t turned away from the door.
It further indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ was hesitating whether to turn away or he should open the door.
It was the correct psychological moment to attack psychologically further more.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely, “Her bodyguard was driving the car. Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had her gasoline tank filled here.”
There was a pause, then the door jerked open.
“What was that you said?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ demanded.
“I said Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here sometime around twelve thirty o’clock in the morning and had her gas tank filled.”
“You must be drunk or crazy. I neither know which nor do I give a damn. Now, get back in your car or I’ll tell the dog to tear your leg off.”
“Do that and I’ll sue you persons for damages. It would be a fun to wind up owning a Ved Nagar ranch of you persons.”
“It isn’t that easy, my boy.”
“Go on,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand told the Ǻrab Sheikħ, “Tell your dog to tear of my leg and see what happens.”
“What the hell you want?”
“I want to ask something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“She isn’t here.”
“She was.”
“What if she was?”
“Ask the Mayor or Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled cunningly, “Being an arrogant dumb Ǻrab Sheikħ you may not understand what if Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was here while her bodyguard is found murdered, but neither Durgesh nor his Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb maybe as dumb as you are. Your indiscreet arrogance never allows you to use your wisdoms. Or, don’t you have any wisdom at all, man?”*
There followed a long moment.
During the moment, the heavy, sinewy, powerful Ǻrab Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, behind the door, met Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s smart and brilliant eyes in thoughtful appraisal.
He turned and looked at Amīnah Zahīr and me for instructions.
Just Eighteen Just Adult Amīnah Zahīr was still nude on her back.
I was still between her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.
My sixty four years old, utmost experienced, Musalmān Cunts Champion Uncut Hindu Lund was still enjoying its victory over the Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt, visiting it triumphantly, proudly, vigorously.
Amīnah Zahīr impishly nodded to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
She didn’t hesitate even for a second to face Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, while I was fucking her.
Ved Nagar Constitution allowed her.
That’s only what Amīnah Zahīr cared about.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was her ideal.
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was a proud nudist feminist, even now when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
It was the visitor’s responsibility to choose whether s/he wanted to see a pair in lovemaking or not.
The Citizens of Ved Nagar were constitutionally allowed to make love anywhere they damn pleased publicly.
The persons having objection, could leave the place, if they didn’t want to see them in making love.
Being himself a citizen of Ved Nagar Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand knew it very well.
Getting permission from Amīnah Zahīr, the Just Eighteen Just Adult young lady, involved in lovemaking with me, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr removed the safety chain from the door.
He invited them in.
“Come in. They are in lovemaking. But if you haven’t any taboo in watching them making love, you may come in.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“Thank you. None of us has any taboo whatsoever against watching our hosts making love. It’s their mansion. It’s their privilege.”
“Okay, you may come in, Mr.─?”
“Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“All right, Mr. Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, come in.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand turned back toward the car,
“Come on, Bājī, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Muħammad bin Qāsim,” he called.
“What about that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim called irritably, “Can’t you put him in his damned closet?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said curtly,
“The dog remains where he is. However, he won’t do anything unless I tell him to.”
“You, caretaker here?” Muħammad bin Qāsim asked trying to humiliate Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled curtly,
“Never mind. Don’t bother your child brain to understand my status here. Nevertheless, I’m representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan here, if it’s any of your damned business.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand interfered.
“We are also representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan. There isn’t anything to be arrogant to each other.”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t inform me of you peoples’ arrival on his behalf, neither Muħammad Åbdullah bothered to do so.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened the door.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim followed her Nanad Bājī, her sister in law.
Both of them slid out to the ground, walked confidently toward the porch, watching Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand standing there.
The dog turned to regard them, gave a low throated, ominous growl, but made no move.
Muħammad bin Qāsim had put one foot on the ground.
However, as soon as he heard the growl, Muħammad bin Qāsim promptly returned to the automobile and slammed the door.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim scornfully,
“Shame on you. Even the ladies are more daring. Damn you. It’s all right.” then he turned to the dog, “Shut up, Shérū!”
The dog ceased growling, regarded Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s confident approach with hard-eyed appraisal, ignoring Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim altogether, then slowly waved the tip of his tail.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, observed that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim made it all right.
He opened the door once more, placed his right foot on the ground tentatively, cautiously, followed it with his left foot, and took two or three guardedly diffident, timid, steps toward the porch.
The dog bristled, stiffened, growled, then suddenly made a lunge for Muħammad bin Qāsim.
Muħammad bin Qāsim whirled, raced back into the car just as the snarling dog flung himself against the door, his teeth snapping at the metal.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr opened the door, ran out on the porch, yelled,
“Shérū! Down! Damn it, Shérū, get down!”
The dog looked back over his shoulder.
Slowly and reluctantly, the dog sank to a crouching position on the ground.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled to himself.
That’s what he himself was to his wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
When Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā scolded him, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr did also sink to crouching position, near her beautiful sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān feet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted all of them that way.
Moreover, they hadn’t another option.
He was proud of himself that he was a cuckold to his extremely beautiful wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā and her Hindu lover, Durgesh, the greatest.
Ved Nagar was an actual Democratic City State.
Otherwise, the cuckold Musalmīn could never celebrate their Independence day openly.
Durgesh was against it.
Most of the HVSI persons were against it.
Nevertheless, most of them allowed the proposal to put to vote.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely glad when the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI ultimately announced the victory of the cuckold Musalmīn.
They were allowed to celebrate their Independence day.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service supported the cuckold Musalmīn.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely indebted and grateful to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
He shouted to the dog.
“Here, Shérū, come here. Come here to me!”
The dog turned and came toward Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as though expecting a beating.
“Damn you,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “I told you not to do that. Now you get down and stay down.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr walked to the car confidently with immense self-pride.
He wasn’t ashamed of himself that he was a cuckold husband.
Neither any of his cuckold friends was.
They had successfully formed a Cuckold Society maintaining their own kind of freedom with their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners.
It was a punishable crime now in Ved Nagar to disgrace them or their society.
It was a Society of Triples, instead of couples, supported by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.
The Musalmān wife, Hindu lover/live in relationship partner and Musalmān husband were the three members of a legal unit of it.
So many Musalmīn were against it, yet there were some Musalmīn too that supported the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband.
Their demand was ‘Cuckold the entire terrorists to disgrace and punish them publicly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself for them, reincarnated.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was watching Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr curiously.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said to Muħammad bin Qāsim, “Shérū won’t hurt you now.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked past Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr at the dog, and said huskily,
“If that damned dog makes a pass at me, I’m going to shoot at him.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim with cold hard eyes.
“You would do nothing of the sort if you don’t want to get hurt yourself. If you hurt the dog even infinitesimal, I’d break your damned neck. Understand?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted.
“You damned cuckold, I know everything about you. Never try to threaten me again, you shameless creature.”
“Well, it’s better to be shameless as I am than being shameful as you are. Now, come on.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim gritted through his teeth helplessly, quite annoyed.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smiling at Muħammad bin Qāsim with quite a smirk on his face,
“My boy, you won’t have any trouble with Shérū as long as you get out and come in moving confidently.”
“You bloody cuckold, are you teaching me how to behave with that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted quite irritated now.
“Sure, you impotent,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Damn you. I’m not impotent.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted again.
“Your girlfriends claim that you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled deliberately humiliating Muħammad bin Qāsim now.
“They are horny bitches. They claim my impotence only because they want to get sympathy of Durgesh and his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Hahahaha.”
“Shut up.”
“If you were a man why the hell your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends would need Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund instead of your cut Musalmān nūnī?”
“Cut Musalmān Lund.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted irritably.
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Cut Musalmān Lund.”
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr repeated, “That’s what your girlfriends call your entirely incompetent bloody sexual organ. Don’t they, my boy?”
“Shut up, you bloody cuckold.”
“Impotent.”
“It’s better to be even a cuckold than being impotent.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr kept laughing at Muħammad bin Qāsim.*
Muħammad bin Qāsim was surprised at the cuckold’s entirely unashamed aggressive behavior.
“Oh, come on.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “Move confidently but don’t ever start running from a dog, and don’t ever act as though you were afraid.”
“Stand still and let the damned dog tear a leg off, I suppose. Isn’t it?” Muħammad bin Qāsim said sarcastically.
“Impotent, your Jījū and your sisters didn’t have any trouble,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr pointed out, “did they?”
“The trouble I had,” Muħammad bin Qāsim told Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, “was enough to make up for all the four of us.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim eased himself out of the automobile and followed Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to the porch.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr invited them, “Shérū, get the hell back out of the way.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr aimed a halfhearted kick imitating his ever-dominant wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā used to aim at him with her foot.
He used to enjoy both the actions.
Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā kicking him with her foot as if he was her dog, instead of her husband and imitating her himself with Shérū and other dogs.
His critics laughed at him.
“You love blasphemy, don’t you?” his worst critic, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had watched Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr scornfully once.
“How do you mean?” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled at him as if it wasn’t anything abnormal.
“Your wife is also Zaynab bint Åāmir but she isn’t certainly Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Is she?”
“I respect her this way. Can’t I even respect my wife? Damn you.”
“Isn’t it a fact that when your wife gets fucked by Durgesh sitting on his lap, she uses you as her footrest, as her pedestal?”
“So what? I love it. I enjoy it.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled proudly, entirely unashamed of himself.
“You clean Durgesh’s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund after Durgesh sodomizes your wife, by sucking him taking it in your mouth. Don’t you?”
“It’s a new society, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Try to understand it Imām Sāħab.”*
Chapter 48
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4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Chapter 46
Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
I said with a smile,
“I can’t believe how wet you are, but I love it, baby.” I nursed Amīnah Zahīr’s right nipple and my fingers teased her needy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Amīnah Zahīr lay with her eyes on me.
She was enjoying such an utmost skilled lover, even if, I was aged enough to be her father, rather Grandfather.
Wasn’t I?
Even then, it was normal for me now.
I was fucking countless Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties now every day, in my countless bodies.
The inauguration of their Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunts by me, was now itself a normal event of celebration.
Once I couldn’t believe it could even happen anywhere.
Yet, now I was doing it every now and then ceremoniously.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had now even changed the values of societies successfully.
Forever?
I don’t know.
“I’m so glad that we’re doing this Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! and I never want it to end.” Amīnah Zahīr said with immense love for me.
Amīnah Zahīr was ready for me to love her.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I’m on fire,” Amīnah Zahīr said with intense need and want.
“Well, why don’t you climb on and take your ol’ Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties! for a spin!”
Amīnah Zahīr heard me.
And Amīnah Zahīr was ready instantaneously.
In a flash, Amīnah Zahīr was on me now.
“Allah Allah! Oh God, I’m so horny, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as she rubbed her dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy on my rock-hard Hindu shaft.
Amīnah Zahīr got on her feet, squatting like a catcher in baseball and she reached down to guide me in her exquisite Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
“Oh yes! Oh yes, oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!! Allah! Ahhh, God!” Amīnah Zahīr screamed when my big, fat Uncut Hindu Cock-head slipped into her tiny Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy-hole, stretching it wider than ever before, but I was in her and nothing else mattered now.
“Oh fuck! Allah Allah! Oh my fuckin’ Goddess, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr squealed as my Uncut Hindu Cock-head spread her wide.
It hurt, but Amīnah Zahīr was not going to stop for anything.
It was her dream coming true now.
Most of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends were already fucking me even in public places openly.
She couldn’t do it because she wasn’t adult until now.
I held aminah-zahir‘s extremely beautiful gorgeous Musalmān butt as Amīnah Zahīr slowly lowered herself on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
As it entered her exquisite Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, her tight vaginal muscles grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund around its entire length and thickness.
It was as if I was being sucked by her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth again.
I controlled myself from moaning.
Instead, I smiled proudly as Amīnah Zahīr lowered.
Amīnah Zahīr took me deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, while her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy sucked me in.
Moreover, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy sucked hard.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I love you!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as my Uncut Hindu Cock slipped deeper, deepest.
It felt so wonderful in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, filling it full of my Uncut Hindu Cock, but this Uncut Hindu Cock, was Mine and it was the best.
“Oh fuck…Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I love you so much!” Amīnah Zahīr grunted as Amīnah Zahīr lowered, easing more of my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her tiny Musalmān hole.
I smiled and lightly kissed her crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips, enjoying her young, fertile sex.
“I love you too,” I whispered as Amīnah Zahīr started rocking her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back and forth, side to side and any other way Amīnah Zahīr could move.
“Oh yeah, that feels good!” I moaned and held her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, savoring her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and Amīnah Zahīr’s tightness around My Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I love you inside me!” Amīnah Zahīr cried out as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy burned and juices were pouring from her, covering me and it made a wonderful sound.
“You’re so…fuckin’ big and long!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as I slid deeper, deepest, continuing to stretch her.
The wet, slurp sounds filled her ears and Amīnah Zahīr loved hearing it.
“Mmmm, I’m so wet for you and your Uncut Hindu Cock is like…heaven,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled and her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks started bouncing up and down, moving faster and with more need than ever.
I held Amīnah Zahīr and I could sense her need.
“Is My girl horny? Does My sweet baby need to cum on her Durgesh darling?” I whispered to her and Amīnah Zahīr moaned, moving faster and driving me deeper into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Amīnah Zahīr heard me and liked hearing me talking sexy to her.
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!. Talk sexy to me! I…love…it…Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr whimpered as Amīnah Zahīr continued to bounce up and down on my long, thick Uncut Hindu Cock.
“How sexy do you want it?” I asked as I squeezed Amīnah Zahīr’s ass, grinding her against me.
I could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy starting squeezing me.
Amīnah Zahīr loved my big, powerful hands squeezing her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and when I pulled her down, shoved myself to the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. “I like it…sexy as fuck! Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I’m wanta be your Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān whore!” she yelled as she rocked side to side and quickly lifted up.
Amīnah Zahīr lowered back down and Amīnah Zahīr took me all.
I slapped her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass playfully and shoved her down on My Uncut Hindu Cock.
“You are too young to be a whore, even exclusively mine, but I can train you, bitch, if that’s what you really want to be!” I said with a ‘fake’ mean voice and I slapped her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Amīnah Zahīr slammed down and I drove to her core.
“I wanta be exclusively your…whore, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!! Please train me, please!” Amīnah Zahīr screamed as the sting from her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, quickly rushed over her entire body.
Amīnah Zahīr went up and down the entire length of My Uncut Hindu Cock, Amīnah Zahīr’s head was spinning and her heart was racing.
“Go faster, Amīnah Zahīr! Fuck your Durgesh darling, slut! Fuck your Durgesh darling.” I growled as I continued to slap each of Amīnah Zahīr’s ass-cheeks.
I started to lift My hips up, shoving My Uncut Hindu Cock to Amīnah Zahīr’s core.
“Oh yes, I’m nothing but an exclusively your whore… exclusively your whore…Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr yelled out as I slapped her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass playfully, rammed My Uncut Hindu Cock in her so hard.
I called her such wonderful names.
“I’m your nasty, little…whore!” she yelled louder as I lifted up, thrusting My long Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, touching places that Amīnah Zahīr never knew were there, until I found them for her.
“Fuck me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!! Fuck me, harder!” Amīnah Zahīr screamed.
Amīnah Zahīr came again.
I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy clamp around My Uncut Hindu Cock and I held Amīnah Zahīr as tightly as I could.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy grabbed me and it started pulling on me, hoping it could make me cum, but I needed a little more time in Sāliħah Ayyūb’s daughter’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, to cum now.
“Ahhh, that’s my Amīnah Zahīr,” I whispered when she fell on me. “Yeah, that’s my good, little Amīnah Zahīr,” I whispered again as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy grabbed me again and it pulled harder.
This time, it won and it got my Hindu cum.
“Oh fuck, you Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bitch! You fucking made me…cum!” I laughed as my Hindu cum shot from the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock and it sprayed deepest into the back of Amīnah Zahīr’s warm Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. “Ahhh, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! My God, Amīnah Zahīr! Oh baby, oh yes!” I grunted as I lifted my hips, making sure that my every, single Hindu seed was shooting deepest in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān belly.
Amīnah Zahīr lifted her head and smiled at me.
“Allah! Subħān Allah! Holy God, I do hope it’s that good every time!” Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
I smiled and my hands caressed over her long and very smooth back, when a strange thought, filled my mind. “Hey, I know that it’s a little late to ask this, but are you on the pill?” I asked and I could feel her giggling.
“Yeah, it is, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, but didn’t you have a splendid time fucking me, your Amīnah Zahīr. Huh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr watched a terrified look cover my face. “Huh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? Did you enjoy fucking your Amīnah Zahīr and cumming up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy? Mmmm, I bet you loved it, until you remembered about the pills!” Amīnah Zahīr laughed more.
“Hey, are you taking them or not?” I asked again.
“Well, I guess you’ll have to wait and find out, won’t you?” Amīnah Zahīr laughed and eased me from her used and very sore Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. “But, what would you say if I told you that I…wasn’t. What would you do?” Amīnah Zahīr asked me and snuggled against my side.
I just held her and thought for a second.
“I guess we would have a baby, wouldn’t we.” I smiled and it would be fun having a baby with Amīnah Zahīr, but Amīnah Zahīr is Sāliħah Ayyūb’s daughter and that would not go well.”
“I think it would be so fun, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I could give you ‘our’ baby.” Superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady, Amīnah Zahīr, jiggled again, stretched up to kiss me.*
Suddenly I heard Shérū barking.
“Hell,” Amīnah Zahīr expressed her annoyance, “who the hell has come now!”
“Shoot the bolt up.” I smiled, “the big black German shepherd is walking on tiptoe around a car, his mane bristling, his nose busily inquiring as to the identity of the late visitors.”
The close circuit TV was opposite me.
Amīnah Zahīr didn’t even bother to look at the same.
“Don’t take any chances with that dog,” Muħammad bin Qāsim warned, “Blow the horn and let’s get someone to come out here and escort us in.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled confidently.
“Most of these ranches and estates here at Ved Nagar, belong to either HVSI group of Companies or the Musalmān Beauties living in relationship with Durgesh. I’d rather try the doorbell. That dog looks intelligent.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim retorted.
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Sālé Miyān,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled impishly, “it does with a dog.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand opened the door of the car.
The dog immediately bristled in hostile silence.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked down.
He caught the dog’s eye.
“Look,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said, as though addressing a human being, “I want to talk with the master of the house. I’m going to get out of this car and walk in a direct line right up to the porch. Then I ring the bell. You can follow along behind me to make certain I don’t make any false move. How’s that?”
With the last two words, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand raised his voice.
Then, without an instant’s hesitation Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand stepped on the ground.
The dog lunged forward, keeping his nose within a half inch of Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s legs as the new Managing Director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company walked around the car and up to the porch.
“Bājī,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand assured Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, “it’s all right, now you may come.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was watching his activities with apprehensive eyes.
“That’s what I said. But you didn’t let me…”
“I promised Māmū Imām, Bājī. Why the hell don’t you understand?”
“You protect me to this extent, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, while you are only my cousin. If you were my real brother I don’t know how much freedom I’d have gotten.”
“Māmū Imām has adopted me as his legal son now. You keep forgetting.”
“As if you let me forget it ever.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled with immense sisterly love for Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Nanad Bājī,” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim held her head high, immense proudly, “he is my husband. You opposed our marriage. Now what do you say?”
“Sorry, Chhoŧī Bhābhījān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan touched her ears.
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat is touching her ears, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī.”
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim raised her head higher more proudly.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand dropped his hands so that the open fingers were where the dog’s cold nose could explore them.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand walked up to the porch and pressed the bell button.
He could hear the sound of chimes inside the rather majestically built mansion.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand waited a minute, then pressed the bell button several times in quick succession.
From the brilliantly illuminated interior of the mansion, there was the sound of authoritative, confident, deliberate footsteps approaching the door.
A light switch clicked on, then another.
The already highly illuminated interior was more illuminated.
A door opened and through the glass in the window, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand could see the figure of an Ǻrab Sheikħ in a double-breasted green suit.
He was extremely strong and bearded depicting his extraordinary vicious manly strength.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
Ved Nagar was full of such Ǻrab Sheikħs.
Wasn’t it a miracle?
The immensely powerful Ǻrab Sheikħs were themselves representing their interests in Ved Nagar, Not through their representatives.
It was such a delicate matter that they refused to delegate their powers even to their utmost trusted persons.
Not only the Ǻrab Sheikħs, not only the Pseudo Islamic Countries, the entire humanity instead was represented here.
Ved Nagar was the factual Capital of humanity now whether one acknowledges it or not.
Legally, Ved Nagar was only a City State in India, enjoying special autonomous status as Jammu and Kashmir.
Chapter 47
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 45
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Chapter 45
Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Durgesh Sāliħah Ayyūb
Amīnah Zahīr knew it was weird, but Amīnah Zahīr didn’t think of me ever as her Dad.
Moreover, I wasn’t her Dad actually too.
Only her Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, dreamt of me.
Everyone suspected Sāliħah Ayyūb was my secret Musalmān wife.
Muħammad Zahīr could never satisfy Sāliħah Ayyūb.
Amīnah Zahīr thought of me as one very sexy man and wondered what I thought of her.
She hadn’t seen me but five or six times over the last ten years.
Now at the age of Just Eighteen Just Adult, Amīnah Zahīr was very impressionable and I was making a very ‘big’ impression on her.
Amīnah Zahīr watched me lifting the heavy barbells and I must have had a hundred pounds on each one of them, but I lifted them with little effort at all.
“I was thinking about going out to dinner tonight, are you up for it?” Amīnah Zahīr asked as she looked up and down my tall, muscular Hindu male body, thinking of how easily I could hold her down and fuck her brains out.
Amīnah Zahīr knew I had a massive Uncut Hindu Cock and guessed it to be right around ten-inches long.
Back when Amīnah Zahīr was around ten, Amīnah Zahīr walked in on her Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb and me screwing each other like wild animals.
The visions of my long, hard Uncut Hindu Cock had remained in her mind all of those years.
Now with us living together, Amīnah Zahīr caught nice glimpse of me naked and it was getting to her.
I looked to Sāliħah Ayyūb’s sexy Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān daughter and fought to keep My Uncut Hindu Cock under control, but it was becoming an impossible thing to do.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked trying not to look at her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body, but that was a difficult task and getting ‘harder’ with each passing day.
Amīnah Zahīr was five-foot-ten, black hair and a body that could make a dead man hard.
Amīnah Zahīr’s eyes were dark, almond shaped and they had a Mysterious gypsy look.
Her hair was cut short and it looked kind of shaggy around the sides, giving her a wild and sexy look.
Her breasts were a large, C cup and they were the kind that looked like two, big water balloons, nailed to a wall and sloshing around.
Her waist was thin and it was toned from hours in the gym.
Amīnah Zahīr’s hips were big, I guessed them to be a size ten and I looked at them every time she exhibited them to me seductively entirely unashamed of her, moreover quite proudly instead.
Her legs were long and also very, very toned.
With all of Amīnah Zahīr’s time in the sun, they were tan.
“I was thinking of dinner and I think it’s time we got to know each again.” Amīnah Zahīr said as she looked at my thick, hairy chest and all of my muscles.
“What do mean by that?” I asked and walked over to next to her, enjoying her tiny white, string bikini.
“We don’t know anything about each other, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! After Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, married and you went back to the Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, I went to live with my grandmother and we drifted apart.” Amīnah Zahīr said with a low voice, thinking of me being forced to have sex with the Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and all of the things I must have done, but she didn’t know anything about it or me.
“I’d like to get to know My very sexy Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!again,” Amīnah Zahīr whispered and ran her hand up My Hindu back.
I knew Amīnah Zahīr was right and we did need to bond again.
Before Amīnah Zahīr was eighteen, Amīnah Zahīr and I were always together and doing something fun.
“Sure, I’d like that very much,” I smiled to her, enjoying her soft touch and tried not to look at Amīnah Zahīr’s sloshing Musalmān breasts under her small bikini top.
Nevertheless, my eyes could not stay off them and I hoped Amīnah Zahīr wouldn’t notice.
Even if she noticed, it would please her more, I knew very well.
I wasn’t idiot enough not to understand her nonstop constant efforts to seduce me, and her body language too, proving boldly my every doubt.
Amīnah Zahīr could see my dark, bedroom eyes on her and Amīnah Zahīr loved it.
She didn’t care if I looked at her, but it was taking its toll on her and Amīnah Zahīr was horny day and night.
“Where would you like to go?” Amīnah Zahīr asked as Amīnah Zahīr slid her arm around me and hugged, enjoying my Hindu muscles and my manly vigor being radiated on her nonstop.
“How about if we stay home and they cook a nice dinner for us?” I asked and hoped Amīnah Zahīr would like that.
I liked keeping Amīnah Zahīr to myself and I hated seeing other men looking at her or anything.
Amīnah Zahīr thought for a few seconds and figured it would be a great idea.
Amīnah Zahīr had a new and very short skirt Amīnah Zahīr was dying to wear, but not in public.
This would be the perfect opportunity to wear it and see if Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties! had any reaction to it.
“On one condition.” Amīnah Zahīr said as Amīnah Zahīr turned to face me and like always, I was looking at her big tits she was displaying deliberately to me.
It turned her on.
“Just name it, sweet-heart.” I said as I put my arm around her and hugged.
“We are going to play a game of question and answer. Anything goes and…We have to answer, no matter what.” Amīnah Zahīr said with a firm voice.
Amīnah Zahīr saw a shocked look filled my extremely handsome Hindu male face.
I thought.
I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea or not.
“I don’t know…that could bad honey.”
“Oh come on, let’s do it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I think it’ll be fun and if we play by my rules, by night’s end, we know each other in and out!” Amīnah Zahīr laughed and wondered what her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties would think of her questions for me.
“Yeah I know and that’s the problem.” I said and reached for a towel lying next to Amīnah Zahīr.
However, Amīnah Zahīr took it and started patting it all over my face and thick chest.
“I could use to living with you, but you’re going to spoil me,” I smiled and I felt My Uncut Hindu Cock slowly filling with blood.
It wasn’t right.
Amīnah Zahīr was Sāliħah Ayyūb’s daughter.
I shouldn’t get hard for her, but her beautiful constantly inviting, seductive, aggressive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was driving me crazy.
I was constantly hard.
“Good, cuz…I like spoiling you and maybe after tonight, we’ll be even uh…closer.” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as Amīnah Zahīr slowly toweled my lower stomach and Amīnah Zahīr could see my Hindu erection under my shorts.
I was a little stunned by what Amīnah Zahīr said, but My Uncut Hindu Cock loved the idea and it jumped with joy.
“I hope so, because we lost a lot of wonderful time together and now, you’re a beautiful, young Musalmān lady. I don’t want to let you out of my sight!” I said.
I couldn’t deny I had an urge to kiss Amīnah Zahīr, but I thought better of it and was content with looking at her breasts swaying back and forth.
Amīnah Zahīr sat up on her feet and moved against my side, loving my eyes on her breasts.
Amīnah Zahīr had a nice surprise for me tonight.
“We may have lost my childhood, but Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I’m a grown woman now and uh…” Amīnah Zahīr paused to wipe my forehead, pressed her breasts against me and Amīnah Zahīr went on. “And…uh if you…um wanted,” Amīnah Zahīr stuttered with her soft voice.
Amīnah Zahīr was dying to kiss me.
I bit my lip and leaned away from Amīnah Zahīr.
“If I wanted…what?” I said as I ran my big hand over Amīnah Zahīr’s hair, petting her as if Amīnah Zahīr was a cat in heat.
Amīnah Zahīr leaned against my hand and Amīnah Zahīr hoped I was getting her vibes.
Amīnah Zahīr wanted me and didn’t care if I was her Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb’s lover or not.
“You can…uh…pretend I’m you’re um…date, if you wanted to.” Amīnah Zahīr whispered, as Amīnah Zahīr chewed her lower lip and hoped that her face wasn’t that red.
I laughed and now I was sure.
Amīnah Zahīr was coming on to me and Amīnah Zahīr was turning me on.
“Well, I haven’t been out with so extremely beautiful a woman here in a long; long time…you may not be safe!” I laughed and gave her a good hug.
“Mmmm, that would be as nasty as fuck, wouldn’t it!” Amīnah Zahīr laughed, showed all of her teeth and Amīnah Zahīr’s face turned bright red.
“Girl, I should bend you over my knee and spank your ass!” I laughed with Amīnah Zahīr and I gave her a playful nudge with my elbow. “But, if you’re that nasty…I’m sure you’d love your big Musalmān ass spanked too!” I laughed.
Amīnah Zahīr pushed me back.
Amīnah Zahīr loved me pushing her and if I went along with her plan, Amīnah Zahīr hoped and prayed that later, she’d be under her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties!
“Shoot Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! any ‘prudent’ Musalmān girl in her right mind…would bend right over for you!” Amīnah Zahīr smiled and caressed over my lower stomach again, but this time, the towel was gone and my bare flesh, felt like Amīnah Zahīr was touching red-hot steel.
“What in the hell did they teach you in college, girl?” I asked with a laugh.
I loved her fingers caressing my body, but my Uncut Hindu Cock was starting to get very hard and I knew that I needed to get away from Amīnah Zahīr.
Amīnah Zahīr smiled and moved closer, until her front was pressed completely against my side and Amīnah Zahīr felt my left hand cover her right Musalmān ass-cheek.
“It’s not what I learned in class, but at night…is when I really learned things, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr panted in my ear and leaned to kiss my neck, enjoying my manly taste on her pouty Musalmān lips.
“And Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I paid very ‘close’ attention,” Amīnah Zahīr whispered in my ear as both of her loving hands caressed my body.
Her right hand covered my chest and her left one, caressed my strong back.
Amīnah Zahīr could envision me on her, loving her long in the night.
“Yeah, I can see that!” I laughed.
I had to get up.
“I’m going to go along with your ‘date’ game, but…um…no…You know.”
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I know. So relax and let’s have some fun, ok?” Amīnah Zahīr laughed, as Amīnah Zahīr stood up, moved into my arms.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was smashed into her lower stomach, just an inch or so from her wet, excited Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Amīnah Zahīr wanted to scream.
“I’m going to dress up for you and go all out. Is there anything special you’d like me to do or wear for you?” Amīnah Zahīr asked and Amīnah Zahīr could feel the hot, boiling blood racing through my hard, manly Uncut Hindu Cock.
Amīnah Zahīr wanted to drop to her knees.
I thought and I knew this was no good, but My Uncut Hindu Cock took control of My brain and it only thought of Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, even if Amīnah Zahīr was Sāliħah Ayyūb’s daughter.
“I liked that little outfit you wore last month, when you went to that party.” I said as I slipped my arms around her and my hands found Amīnah Zahīr’s gorgeous, tight Musalmān ass.
“Ahhh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! you liked My ‘school girl’ look huh? I would have never guessed it!” Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
Amīnah Zahīr had some nice things to wear for her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties.
“I liked that and you looked sexy as hell, but kind of nasty too.” I said as my hands held each of her firm Musalmān ass-cheeks and I gently pushed my hips into hers. “Any normal guy in his right mind would love that!” I laughed, as My Uncut Hindu Cock grew more and I knew Amīnah Zahīr felt every inch of it on her stomach.
She felt My Uncut Hindu Cock and it was a ‘true’ monster.
“I love dressing up and playing around. It’s called roll playing, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! And I’m very, very good at it too.” Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
I was growing harder, for her and Amīnah Zahīr loved it.
“I’m going to go all out for you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! And you’ll love how real I can make things seem,” Amīnah Zahīr purred in my ear and her hand started around the side of my hip. “So, if you go along with it, be ready for a wonderful night!” Amīnah Zahīr purred again and Amīnah Zahīr slowly moved her hand around my body.
I jumped away from her.
I felt her hand slithering around my body and I pulled from her.
“I’m going to start things and I’ll meet you back here around…seven!” I said with a big grin and I took off to start dinner for us.
“Allah! Oh God, this is so fucking cool and I can’t believe that my Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Wants me to dress like a schoolgirl!” Amīnah Zahīr said.
She couldn’t help but jumping up and down with total joy.
“I’m sorry if you get mad at me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! but tonight,” Amīnah Zahīr paused to twist both of her hard and very excited nipples. “I’m going fuck you until your ears bleed!” Amīnah Zahīr growled with lust.
Amīnah Zahīr went to prepare herself for me.*
I had dinner going and rushed to clean up for Amīnah Zahīr.
I knew that it was wrong, but Amīnah Zahīr was turning me on and there was nothing I could do about it.
Amīnah Zahīr was a very beautiful young Musalmān woman and it seemed that Amīnah Zahīr had taken after her Ammī.
Amīnah Zahīr was a nympho and I loved it.
Amīnah Zahīr yelled, slamming the front door and Amīnah Zahīr strolled into the kitchen. “Hi Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr said as I turned to see her and my big eyes grew wide.
I saw Amīnah Zahīr.
And I quickly knew that this was bad.
She fluffed her hair and Amīnah Zahīr’s makeup was perfect.
My eyes looked at her pretty face and they roamed down to her thin, white blouse.
Amīnah Zahīr had no bra and I could see that her nipples were hard.
They looked bigger than normal.
Her toned stomach was bare and Amīnah Zahīr had one of those belly-button rings in it.
Her small, plaid skirt was short, giving me a great view of Amīnah Zahīr’s long legs and it went up to her stocking covered thighs.
“Wow, my little girl is sure growing up and you’re so pretty!” I smiled and hugged her tight, not caring if Amīnah Zahīr could feel my swollen Uncut Hindu Cock or not.
I even flexed it against her.
“Thank you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as Amīnah Zahīr stayed against me, enjoying my erect Uncut Hindu Cock resting on her stomach again.
It made her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy tingle.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I got a bad grade on My report card. Please don’t be mad at me,” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as her fingers caressed through my thick, black hair and Amīnah Zahīr felt me flex again.
I had to smile.
Amīnah Zahīr was very good at this.
“What class?” I asked as I looked to her pretty face and I pretended to be mad at her.
“Don’t be mad at me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! It is my sex education class. I don’t understand some of the things my teacher said and I was too embarrassed to ask for help. Everyone would have laughed at me,” Amīnah Zahīr said with a soft, very innocent voice, as her lower lip came out and Amīnah Zahīr hugged me tight.
“You have a bad grade, in such an easy class? Amīnah Zahīr, I should spank your ass, girl!” I said, trying to act mean. “Sit at the table and get your books out, now!” I yelled and gave her left ass-cheek, a firm slap.
“No Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! please don’t spank me. I’m sorry and I promise to do better. Maybe if you help me with my class, I’ll get a better grade next time,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled and sat at the table, rubbing her stinging Musalmān ass and hoping I would keep this up.
“I don’t mind helping you sweet-heart,” I said and walked to her side, pressing my stiff Uncut Hindu Cock against the side of Amīnah Zahīr’s left breast.
I felt her suck in a deep, breathe of air.
“So, what didn’t my baby Musalmān girl, understand?” I asked as I ran my fingers through her soft hair.
I was petting Amīnah Zahīr as if, Amīnah Zahīr was a cat.
Her Ammī loved that and as much as Amīnah Zahīr and Sāliħah Ayyūb were alike; I hoped that Sāliħah Ayyūb’s daughter would love it too.
Amīnah Zahīr came close to having an orgasm, but Amīnah Zahīr wanted to wait and do that around my big, fat Uncut Hindu Cock-shaft.
“Some of the words confused me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! and if I would have asked My teacher what they meant, I would have been laughed at by My class.” Amīnah Zahīr said with that same voice.
Amīnah Zahīr put her sexy, lower lip, out farther than before.
“What words, baby?” I asked and caressed her pretty Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān face.
“Like, orgasm, what does that mean, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? All of the kids in school talk about having an orgasm with their girlfriend or boyfriend and I don’t have a clue of what it means.”
I got down on my knees beside her and I hugged Amīnah Zahīr.
“When two people like each other they kiss. You’ve seen movies and people kissing, right?” I asked as my right hand moved to her leg and I caressed her sheer, white stocking.
“Yeah a little. Is kissing fun, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as her arm slid around my strong, manly neck. “I’ve never kissed anyone, but you,”
Amīnah Zahīr moaned as my big hand slowly moved up and down her leg, driving Amīnah Zahīr crazy.
“Kissing is very fun and it is really good when you do it with someone you love.”
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I’ve never kissed like that before. Is it fun?” Amīnah Zahīr asked and she felt my hand sliding up her leg, until I found her bare thigh and Amīnah Zahīr couldn’t help but moan.
“Mmmm, that feels so good, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr purred and just sat; letting me do anything, I wanted to her.
“Tonight, when we watch TV, will you kiss me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? I love you and you said that made it even better, right?” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as Amīnah Zahīr leaned to kiss the side of my mouth.
I smiled and looked up to her.
I knew that she was getting crazy, but Amīnah Zahīr was old enough to know what Amīnah Zahīr wanted and that was good enough for me.
“I don’t know, but I’ll think it over. A Dad is not supposed to kiss his women’s daughter like that, but you are growing into a beautiful, young lady and we’ll see what happens.” I said as we looked into each other’s eyes and I knew that this night was going to change our lives forever.
“I can’t wait, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I think that I’ll love kissing you,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled and could not believe how wet her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was.
“What other words are you having trouble with?”
“All the kids say funny things like, Uncut Hindu Cock and Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I don’t know what any of the words mean.” Amīnah Zahīr said with the teasing voice and put her lip out.
I laughed.
“Well, let’s not say Uncut Hindu Cock. Let’s say penis and it is what all men and I have. We pee through it and a few other nice things too.”
“What does a penis look like? Can I see yours, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? Please.” Amīnah Zahīr said with the youngest sounding voice Amīnah Zahīr could.
“Well, I’m not supposed to show you, but…if you’re a very good girl and if you promise to do anything I say…I might even let you hold it too.”
“Mmmm, that sounds fun, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You should let me see your Uncut Hindu Penis, now.”
I stood up.
I was too tempted now.
Nevertheless, it would have been much better if we would take the things slow and not rush them.
“Nope, you have to wait until later and you have to be a good girl!” I said with a firm voice.
I turned back to watch the stove.
“I’m always good for my Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties,” Amīnah Zahīr stood and moved behind me. “I can’t wait to see your Uncut Hindu Penis, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Is it a big, long one?” Amīnah Zahīr asked and tried to slip her arms around me.
I pushed her back playfully as if teasing her, instead of admonishing.
There was no use in admonishing Amīnah Zahīr now.
I knew she was deliberately doing it under the ever-brilliant advice of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted to provide my Uncut Hindu Lund to every Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt even.
She was preparing a Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad and expanding it to the extent as much as she could.
It was only sex and/or fun for Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties now with me.
It was their Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh.
It was their religious duty now as well to fuck me aggressively.
My nonstop previous experiences had taught me the utter futility of my resistance.
I smiled and flipped over a steak.
“Your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, loved it. She was always holding and kissing it. Your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, loves my big Uncut Hindu Penis very much.”
“Not my Ammī? My Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, instead?” Amīnah Zahīr asked innocently ostensibly.
“Not until now.” I smiled.
“Did your Uncut Hindu Penis make my Kħālāzād Bhāījāns, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr asked with a soft whisper and Amīnah Zahīr kissed the back of my neck, enjoying my male Hindu skin taste on her crimson young ardent Musalmān lips.
Shivers ran through me.
In addition, I knew Amīnah Zahīr would get her wish.
“Oh yes! Your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, and I had a wonderful time when we made your Kħālāzād Bhāījāns!”
“How did you get them in her belly, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”
“Well, if you’re a good, little girl and pay very close attention tonight, your Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties may show you how your Kħālāzād Bhāījāns got inside your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb.”
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I can’t wait to see your Uncut Hindu Penis! I bet that you have the prettiest one there is and I promise to be a very good, little girl for you. I’d do ‘anything’ you tell me to.” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as she reached around me and very gently squeezed My Uncut Hindu Cock.*
Later, I was sitting in my recliner and relaxing after dinner, when Amīnah Zahīr caught my eye.
“I see that you changed into my favorite nightclothes,” I smiled and looked over her tall, slender Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān body and the small, blue shirt that did little to cover her comparatively bigger Musalmān breasts.
I looked down to the panties on her hips and I felt My Uncut Hindu Cock growing hard.
“Do you ‘really’ think I’m pretty, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr said with that same, innocent voice and Amīnah Zahīr slowly turned, knowing that I loved seeing her gorgeous Musalmān ass.
Amīnah Zahīr wanted to show me everything, tonight.
Amīnah Zahīr wanted me hard and ready to go in her exquisite Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
I pulled her on my burning Hindu male lap and I hugged her, now hoping I could really slip my Uncut Hindu Dick into her.
“Yes, I think that you are very pretty and I want you to be my one more Musalmān girlfriend,” I said as I caressed her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
I peeked down to her big, swollen nipples and I noticed something more.
Amīnah Zahīr’s nipples were fucking pierced.
Amīnah Zahīr smiled and saw my eyes on her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān boobs.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, if I’m your girlfriend um…can we kiss each other and um…do I still get to see your Uncut Hindu Penis?” Amīnah Zahīr asked making sure her lip was out and Amīnah Zahīr snuggled closer to me.
“We’ll see, but now, I want you to kiss me and after you do,” I had to stop.
Amīnah Zahīr kissed me.
Yet she quickly moved back, acting as if Amīnah Zahīr was embarrassed.
“Ok, let’s try that again, but this time, don’t move away. Keep your lips on mine and try to do everything that I do, ok?” I said as I caressed Amīnah Zahīr’s face.
I hoped Amīnah Zahīr was sure about this.
Superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady, Amīnah Zahīr, got up and sat back down on my burning utmost experienced Hindu male lap again.
However, this time, Amīnah Zahīr was facing me and we were nose to nose.
“I’ll do better this time,” Amīnah Zahīr panted.
Amīnah Zahīr was on fire now.
“I promise, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as Amīnah Zahīr moved her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth to my sixty-four years old Hindu male mouth, and we kissed.
I held the sides of Amīnah Zahīr’s superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face and we lightly kissed.
“Now, I want you to do everything that I do, baby,” I said as our mouths were still together.
Now I myself wanted her in the worst way, but it would be much better if we went slow and took our time.
“Ohhh, yes!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as we lightly kissed and Amīnah Zahīr loved me holding her so tight.
It made her feel so helpless and at my mercy.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was dripping and it was running down Amīnah Zahīr’s thighs.*
I held her as we kissed.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was hard.
“Sit all the way down on me and guess what’s under your superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt.”
Amīnah Zahīr smiled and sat completely down on me.
“Oh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!..it feels so good!”
Amīnah Zahīr moaned as the superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady, Amīnah Zahīr, rabbed My massive neck and hugged with all of her might.
As Amīnah Zahīr pushed her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks down, she rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy on My swollen Hindu shaft.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wetness covered me instantly and Amīnah Zahīr was on fire.
I held her as we hugged and she felt good in my strong Hindu arms.
“I know baby!” I grunted and I had to make sure this is what Amīnah Zahīr really and truly wanted, before we went on.
“Baby, are you very certain that this is what you want? Once we start…I won’t be able to stop.” I said as I held her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face and Amīnah Zahīr nodded her head.
“Yesssssssssssssssssss! I know Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! and I’m very sure about this.” Amīnah Zahīr said in her normal voice and Amīnah Zahīr kissed me. “I’ve never wanted anything as badly…as I want you inside me, now,” Amīnah Zahīr added and kissed me again. “And, if I want to be your ‘Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend’, I gotta do whatever you say.” Amīnah Zahīr said with her ‘other’ voice.
In addition, Amīnah Zahīr smiled at me.
I knew that we were sure to live in heaven now.
This was awesome and I couldn’t stop now.
Amīnah Zahīr was a Just Eighteen Just Adult constantly aggressive young Musalmān Beauty and Amīnah Zahīr had me under her sexual control now.
“Okay. That’s right. I want you to kiss me again, but this time, open your mouth and flick your tongue on mine.” I whispered as Amīnah Zahīr lay on my chest, kissing deeper, flicking our tongues together.
I reached under Amīnah Zahīr, caressing her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as I held her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt and softly kissed her. “This makes me feel all tingly and My special place…is so wet, why Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”*
I held her and I hoped Amīnah Zahīr wouldn’t kill me.
“That just means that you love your Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties! and um…you like it when we hug and kiss,” I said with a smile.
Now I had to get My Uncut Hindu Cock out of My jeans.
“Your Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties has a surprise for you, baby and I think that you’re going to love it too!” I said with a wink.
“Mmmm, what is it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr asked as we continued to kiss and nibble each other’s lips.
“Do you still want to see my Uncut Hindu Penis and find out how your Kħālāzād Bhāījāns got in your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb’s belly?”
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, yes, may I please see you! I’ll do anything you want…I promise! Please!” Amīnah Zahīr said, making sure that her lower lip was out and Amīnah Zahīr was ready to see my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I reached under her, unzipped my pants and leaned back in the chair.
“Be easy with me and you can ‘only’ hold me and nothing more! Do you understand your Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties?”
“Ohhh yes, I understand, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr replied as Amīnah Zahīr slid from My recliner and sat on the floor in front of me, on her knees.
Now Amīnah Zahīr was perfectly ready to please her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties!
She reached in my pants, gently pulled it out.
And Amīnah Zahīr thought that Amīnah Zahīr was going to faint.
“Allah Allah! Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, why is it sooo fat and sooo long?” Amīnah Zahīr asked with a smile, holding me with both hands.
Amīnah Zahīr slowly licked her lips.
Amīnah Zahīr knew why it was so big and long.
“Well, most Musalmān ladies like it that big, so they can kiss it and play with it. They also know I can give them a baby, if it’s so big.”
Amīnah Zahīr looked up at me and tried to look as innocent as Amīnah Zahīr could.
“Do I get to kiss your Uncut Hindu Penis, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr asked with a soft voice and Amīnah Zahīr saw me smile at her.
“Huh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as her lips grazed over the head and Amīnah Zahīr felt me flex.
“Can I kiss you there?” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as her soft lips puckered and Amīnah Zahīr smiled. “It’s so big and it’s sooo hard too!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned.
She slowly leaned forward, until my Uncut Hindu Cock-head was against her crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and Amīnah Zahīr opened her panting mouth.
I just sat there, enjoying Amīnah Zahīr’s game.
“Kiss it real slow, baby and move your hand up and down, ok?” I said as I caressed the side of her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
Amīnah Zahīr licked the head.
“That’s My good, little Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān girl. Kiss all over me and keep rubbing me too.” I said as I watched Amīnah Zahīr, kissing the tip of my swollen, Uncut Hindu Cock-head.
It was great.
Her crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips were kissing all over me and Amīnah Zahīr was smiling, while lightly stroking me.
Amīnah Zahīr’s breath was warm and her crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips were so wet.
“Am I doing it the right way, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr purred with a smile and quickly returned to pleasing my big, hard Uncut Hindu Cock. “Hum, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? Do you like the way I’m…um…kissing it?” Amīnah Zahīr whispered with a bigger smile, knowing that she was driving me crazy now.
A sixty-four years old utmost experienced Hindu man.
Amīnah Zahīr was only Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Yet, she was successfully driving me crazy without any past experience in sex.
“Yeah, you’re the best ever and I love you.” I said as I watched her go back down, kissing my Uncut Hindu Cock-head.
I could feel Amīnah Zahīr licking the tiny slit on the head.
“That’s where babies come from and if you keep kissing me like this, you’re going to see my Uncut Hindu Penis squirt,” I moaned and watched Amīnah Zahīr smile at me.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, what will it squirt out?”
“It will squirt ‘baby juice’ and if you are ‘really’ my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend, you will drink it for me.” I paused to kiss Amīnah Zahīr and I smiled at her. “Now, I want you to suck me and pretend it’s one of those big, fat pickles you love to suck on,” I winked at Amīnah Zahīr.
Amīnah Zahīr just smiled at me, cunningly.
She was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
But she wasn’t a damn fool.
Amīnah Zahīr smiled again and licked the tip again.
“Silly Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I’m now your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend forever, and I’ll do ‘anything’, you want me to.” Amīnah Zahīr moaned and leaned down to my Uncut Hindu Cock, sucking me hard and with need.
“Mmmm Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, is the ‘baby juice’ good to drink?”
Amīnah Zahīr teased and stroked me faster.
“Huh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, is it good?” Amīnah Zahīr moaned, leaning over me, letting a big drop of saliva drip on me.
Amīnah Zahīr stroked faster now.
“Oh yes, your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, loved to drink my Hindu juice very much!”
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I’m tingling all over and I’m burning up!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as Amīnah Zahīr watched the pleasure on my face as Amīnah Zahīr sucked me and had a feeling that I was very close to cumming for her.
I even didn’t hear what Amīnah Zahīr said.
I was in heaven.
A beautiful Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān young lady was sucking me off.
“I’ll fix it for you baby, just keep kissing my Uncut Hindu Penis now,” I moaned looking at her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face and I loved the beautiful smile around my Uncut Hindu Cock-shaft.
Amīnah Zahīr let me ‘pop’ from her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth and licked her crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.
“Ok Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!..I’ll do anything you tell me and I ‘mean’ anything, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties,” Amīnah Zahīr moaned on my Uncut Hindu Cock, licking up the entire length of my Hindu shaft.
Yet, Amīnah Zahīr stopped to tease the tiny slit again.
I lifted and shoved more of my hard Uncut Hindu Cock into her willing Musalmān mouth, but Amīnah Zahīr lifted too and Amīnah Zahīr pretended to gag.
“Aaarrrgggg! Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, do you want me to kiss and suck ‘more’ of me for you?” Amīnah Zahīr asked with a sweet smile and didn’t wait for my answer.
Amīnah Zahīr took a deep breath.
She sucked more than half of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth and partly down her silky throat.
I felt Amīnah Zahīr suck hard and before I could think, my Uncut Hindu Cock-head entered into her warm Musalmān throat.
I had to stand up.
“Oh Amīnah Zahīr, oh my sweet baby!” I moaned out and it was a loud moan. “My baby, oh!” I moaned again and gently pushed my hips to Amīnah Zahīr, wondering if Amīnah Zahīr has another talent, her Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, had.
My question was quickly answered.
“Ahhh, baby, yes, yes!” I yelled as Amīnah Zahīr sucked more of me.
I knew now this wasn’t going to last very much longer.
Amīnah Zahīr just smiled as Amīnah Zahīr pleased her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties!
From My loud moaning, Amīnah Zahīr knew I was enjoying her and her skills.
‘Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, yes! Fuck me, me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!..fuck My gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth!’ Amīnah Zahīr thought as I eased forward, pushing more of my glorious Hindu manhood into her willing Musalmān mouth and throat.
I felt My Uncut Hindu Cock jump and Amīnah Zahīr got a sweet surprise.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, oh God! Oh baby, my baby Musalmān girl!” I yelled as warm jets of my Hindu cum shot from the tip of my long Uncut Hindu Cock, into her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth and down Amīnah Zahīr’s throat.
My Uncut Hindu Cock jerked, my Hindu balls felt as if they were going to explode and my heart pumped fast.
“My baby, My baby Musalmān girl!” I yelled again as I held Amīnah Zahīr and filled her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth full of my warm Hindu seeds.*
Amīnah Zahīr sucked and held me in her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth, waiting until I finished.
Amīnah Zahīr smiled up to me,
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, can I do that every day? I loved making my Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, so happy,” Amīnah Zahīr said and moved up on my lap.
I had to smile and hug this beautiful, young Musalmān woman and I held her tight.
“Oh baby, you can do that anytime you want to! Your Durgesh darling, our Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties’ loved the way you sucked me.” I smiled.
I quickly felt Amīnah Zahīr’s need, dripping on me.
I stood with her in my arms.
“I think now it’s the time that I take a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān woman to my bed and make love to her. What do you think?” I asked.
Amīnah Zahīr triumphantly yet slowly nodded her head.
“Mmmm yeah, I’d like that, yes. Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr purred as Amīnah Zahīr held my neck.
I walked towards the bedroom.
Just Eighteen Just Adult, extremely beautiful, Amīnah Zahīr was on my Hindu arms.
Sāliħah Ayyūb was watching it all, immensely surprised.
She never knew her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān daughter was so sexy, so ravenous.
She had defeated even Sāliħah Ayyūb in getting Durgesh for her.*
I put Amīnah Zahīr in the middle of my bed and lay next to her.
“I think you should take that top off, so I can see and play with…these!” I said as my finger traced over Amīnah Zahīr’s excited, right nipple.
Amīnah Zahīr had the shirt off in a split second.
“Oh how nice!” I moaned, looking at the tiny gold bars through her nipples and I smiled.
I leaned to tease her nipples with my lips.
Amīnah Zahīr went wild under me.
My long Uncut Hindu Lund lashed at Amīnah Zahīr’s swollen buds and her back arched high in the air.
“Oh fuck, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!! Yes! Yes!” Amīnah Zahīr screamed and quickly felt something else.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr whimpered when she felt my Uncut Hindu Cock on her wet, aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Amīnah Zahīr immediately spread her extremely beautiful nude Musalmān legs for me.
I smiled proudly and confidently.
It’s not normal for a sixty plus man to satisfy a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty sexually.
But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had constantly nonstop made it Normal for me.
As soon as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I returned from our Honeymoon, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had started her Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh.
Her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad had started to come in existence and expand infinitely.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan deliberately made friends with the extremely beautiful, highly educated, Jet Musalmān Beauties and managed deliberately them to join my bed.
First, they were at least more than twenty five.
Then twenty to twenty five also started to join us.
Then it went to Just Eighteen Just Adult too, ultimately.
All my protests in fucking Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties were deliberately made futile by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh and Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.
It was a long story of my constant nonstop resistance.
Yet, none of them surrendered.
Neither Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, nor Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, and not Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Gradually, it became as normal to me to fuck Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties too, as I found myself erect in the presence of Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties too, normally, without any hesitation at all.
I was even more popular now among Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties as their utmost efficient, utmost available, sex partner than the boys of their own age group were even.
It went on to the extent that while previously I fucked the Ammīs, Kħālās, Buās, Chachīs, Mumānīs of the jet Musalmān Beauties first and then the Jet Musalmān Beauties themselves afterwards, now the sequence was reversed entirely.
Now, usually, I fucked Jet Musalmān Beauties, rather Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties first, and then their elder sisters, elder cousins, Ammīs, Kħālās, Buās, Chachīs, Mumānīs of them.
Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties were my ever first admirers now.
They loved my sixty plus years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into their Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunts more then even their elder Musalmān Beauties did.
Moreover, it was not abnormal for me now.
I was their most wanted most perfect sex partner now.
Gradually I found a new trend, rather new tradition, arising.
I was being used to be the ever first sex partner of Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties.
I was now their eighteenth birthday gift generally.
I have to fuck them now on their eighteenth birthday.
Even Imām Muħammad Ħasan surrendered to it ultimately.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had done one more miracle in successfully changing the social attitude of Pseudo Musalmīn.
She was even getting donations for Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands if Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan arranged for me to inaugurate the virgin Musalmān Cunts of Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties on their eighteenth birthday.*
I was immensely surprised, furious, and fierce even when I was first requested for it.
“What? Are you crazy, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan? The parents themselves want me to take the cherry of their virgin Musalmān daughter on her eighteenth birthday? I can’t believe it.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“It’s the birthday gift she asked from her parents. What’s wrong there?”
Chapter 46
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Chapter 44
Durgesh Sāliħah Ayyūb
Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Sāliħah Ayyūb could never forget the first time she saw me fucking.
It happened a few months ago.
I had just turned 64, and she wanted to surprise me on the midnight of my birthday with a gift while I was still watching TV in the living room.
Sāliħah Ayyūb gently and quietly opened her bedroom door with her present in hand, and softly walked towards the living room without making a sound- and what she saw left her stunned:
I was watching softcore porn on cable.
In addition, as she quietly stepped even closer near the couch, she could see that I was fucking her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter, Amīnah Zahīr.
Sāliħah Ayyūb’s heart pounded.
She couldn’t believe that her wholesome ever-young old man, Durgesh, could do something so brazen in their living room.
Sure, she knew that all Hindus were especially horny at every age, but this?
In the same house while I thought Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, was sleeping?
Nevertheless, above another else, she couldn’t believe how she felt about seeing me pleasure her daughter, Amīnah Zahīr, so explicitly.
Sāliħah Ayyūb had only been with one man her entire life, and that was her ex-husband.
That’s how conservative and proper, Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, was raised.
Her favorite fantasy was to watch me fuck Musalmān Beauties while looking at her, but her ex-husband always laughed it off and was reluctant to allow it because of how ridiculous he thought it was.
Now here Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, was, with the middle of her legs becoming wet, watching me pleasure her daughter, Amīnah Zahīr.
Sāliħah Ayyūb, was aroused and she knew it.
She quietly tiptoed back to her room before she could get caught and she later did something that she NEVER thought Sāliħah Ayyūb, would EVER do- she fantasized about me for the very first time in her life.*
I said as I went to the kitchen for breakfast.
“This looks good,”
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled,
“Thanks. I was supposed to meet some clients this morning, but I got a message late last night that they had to cancel. My boss said I could finish my report at home, so I figured I might as well do some cooking and catch up on chores while I had the extra time.”
“Lucky,” I replied while eating. “I’ve got some work today. But seriously Sāliħah Ayyūb, you work too hard and you should try relaxing a little.”
“If I relaxed during my free time, then who would inspect cook and clean for my Hindu Jýéshŧh, my Hindu elder brother of my Musalmān husband? It certainly wouldn’t be you,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied jokingly.
She respected me, but watching me fucking her own daughter, Amīnah Zahīr now, had given her a new feeling that Sāliħah Ayyūb was practically my Ammī in law now too, not only my Musalmān sister in law.
It had brought Sāliħah Ayyūb closer to me mentally.
“Good point.” I smiled, “In that case, just work the amount that you need and don’t tire yourself out too much.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb playfully slapped me on the arm.
“Very funny. You know, if I didn’t love you so much, I would have forced you to take care of your own laundry and to clean your room by now.”
I grabbed the remainder of my food and got up to give her a kiss.
“Then I guess I’m really lucky to have such an awesome extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law. I wish I could stay and eat, but I have to meet some friends for some last minute instructions to them. It’s the only way I can be as smart as you, right?”
“I’m glad we agree on that,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied as I smiled and left.
After supervising the cleaning of dishes and vacuuming the carpet, Sāliħah Ayyūb went to my room to supervise my laundry.
Sāliħah Ayyūb pulled off the pillowcase on my bed.
When Sāliħah Ayyūb grabbed the blanket, Sāliħah Ayyūb saw something that left her as speechless as the day she caught me fucking her own daughter, Amīnah Zahīr, months ago:
There was a photo of herself underneath my blanket.
‘What’s this doing here?’ Sāliħah Ayyūb thought to herself.
Had her daughter,Amīnah Zahīr, put it there while I was fucking Amīnah Zahīr?
It was a photo of her in a one-piece bathing suit from a summer vacation they had two years ago.
The picture itself was from a photo album that she kept in the closet in the hallway.
However, what was it doing in my bed?
A susp had suddenly come over her.
When she vacuumed my room a moment earlier, she had picked a few pieces of used tissue paper off the floor and threw it in my trash.
‘Allah, Oh God,’ Sāliħah Ayyūb gasped. ‘Was Durgesh too is thinking about me?’
Sāliħah Ayyūb felt torn.
On the one hand, she felt disgusted and betrayed that I could do such a thing with her picture.
Nevertheless, on the other hand, she knew she couldn’t really be mad at me because just a few months ago, she had herself watched me fucking her young daughter and instead of being angry to us, Sāliħah Ayyūb then fantasized about me herself afterwards.
Moreover, frankly, the thought of me fucking to her picture made her feel inexplicably naughty, but in a good way.
She even felt a little flattered by it.
Almost without thinking, Sāliħah Ayyūb walked to her room to grab an even more private photo of herself that she had hid in a drawer.
It was a picture of one of the rare moments in her life that she had ever worn a small bikini, while at a private pool party with her close friends.
Sāliħah Ayyūb went back to my room and tucked it neatly under my blanket for me to ‘use’ later.
Allah, was Sāliħah Ayyūb crazy?
Sāliħah Ayyūb also wanted me to fuck her?
Allah Allah!
Yet, she left her small bikini picture there deliberately, naughtily and impishly.*
The rest of the day was as usual.
Sāliħah Ayyūb did her work, supervised cooking, had dinner with me, and watched a little TV before calling it a night.
Sāliħah Ayyūb deliberately managed for her daughter, Amīnah Zahīr, not to be with us then.
Also as usual, Sāliħah Ayyūb ended her day by supervising washing up and putting on her flannel pajamas before heading to bed.
However, when she exited her bathroom, Sāliħah Ayyūb saw me walking down the hallway and towards her bedroom.
In addition, by the look on my face, Sāliħah Ayyūb understood I had something important to say.
“Sāliħah Ayyūb…Were you…did you supervise the cleaning of my room today?” I asked gravely, standing in her room.
“Of course I did. Bhāījān, your room didn’t just supervise cleaning itself, you know,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied casually, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Well of course I know that. Nevertheless, my bed…did you…”
“If you’re referring to the picture left under your blanket, then don’t worry, it wasn’t a ghost that put it there- I did,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said with a deliberate soft impish smile.
“Am I missing something here?” I smiled. “I mean, shouldn’t you be mad at Amīnah Zahīr for putting your picture there? Aren’t you upset at all?”
“I’ll answer your question on one condition,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied.
“What’s that?”
“I want you to tell me why she was using my picture. And I want an honest answer.”
I paused for a Moment.
“Fine. Being completely honest here, your daughter thinks I’ve always thought of you as being my ideal Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman. You’re smart, classy, caring, and you’re really really sexy. I know she understands you’re my youner Musalmān brother’s wife and everything, but that’s just what she thinks how I feel.”
“That’s very sweet of you to say,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied, feeling genuinely touched by my words.
“Now it’s your turn. Why did you leave a bikini picture of you in my room?”
Sāliħah Ayyūb sighed,
“You know, a part of me wished that you would have given a vague answer because I wanted to give a vague response. Nevertheless, since you were so open and honest, here it goes; I’ve always been excited by the thought & sight of a Hindu pleasuring a Musalmān Beauty. Don’t ask me why, but it just gets me going. It’s the only kink I have really. Your younger Musalmān Brother, Muħammad Zahīr, rarely ever let me watch a Hindu fuck a Musalmān Beauty, and on the rare occasions he allowed, it would only be for a quick few seconds and I would laugh it off before stopping. Then a few months ago, I saw you…you know…”
“You saw me fucking your daughter, Amīnah Zahīr?
She nodded,
“In the living room late at night. I saw you fucking, and truthfully, a big part of me was very aroused. Moreover, when I saw my picture in your bed today, I was flattered by it. In fact, it turned me on in a strangely erotic way.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, All I can say is ─ wow! You always were a cool Sāliħah Ayyūb, but when it came to the magic s-word, I’ve always thought you were a real prude because of how conservative you always seem,” I said, referring to sex.
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled,
“It’s getting late and I have to wake up early Tomorrow for work. We better get to sleep.”
“I guess so. Nevertheless, Sāliħah Ayyūb, do you think we can finish this conversation another time? It’s a pretty important topic for the family if you ask me.”
“Sure. But do you mind if I ask you one last personal question tonight?”
“Anything,” I replied.
“Does my daughter and you plan on using my picture before you go to bed?” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. “You know, do both of you plan on fucking mutually, with it?”
“Jeez, Sāliħah Ayyūb, you’ve really put me on the spot here. Your daughter won’t like me answer it.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled. “So would you rather see the real thing, or do you prefer the picture?”
“What? Are you asking what I think you’re asking?” I asked quite in incredulity.
Sāliħah Ayyūb nodded to me.
“I am. Yet only if you promise not to tell anyone. The last thing I need is for anyone to know what my fetish is. In addition, I don’t even want to think about what people would say about me as your sister in law. I’d be the talk of the town, and not in a flattering way.”
“Sāliħah Ayyūb, you know that there’s no way that I’ll ever be stupid enough to ruin what I think you’re offering to me right now. And you know I would never hurt you like that.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb grinned,
“Good. Now you can start by pulling down your shorts and having a seat on my bed.”
“Me?” I asked with a confused look on my face. “But I thought…I thought you were the one who was going to show…”
“I am. I want to watch you fuck in front of me. And in exchange, I’ll show you my breasts. That’s our deal. We both get what we want out of this. Sound fair?”
My hands slowly made its way around the waistband of my shorts and I gave it a gentle tug downwards.
With one swift motion, I bent down to pull my shorts and underwear off, leaving me naked from the waist down.
“Oh my, you’re really great,” Sāliħah Ayyūb told me, with a sense of approval over my legendary Uncut Hindu manhood. “It’s so long and youthful looking still now at your sixty four even.”
I smiled at Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb,
“Thanks. Now whom do you want me to fuck now?”
To my immense surprise, Amīnah Zahīr, Sāliħah Ayyūb’s extremely beautiful young daughter, suddenly entered there walking sophisticatedly.
Eīshān!
Sāliħah Ayyūb had already talked with her daughter even?
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
“On my bed with your back against the wall. I’m sure that would be comfortable for both of you.” Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled graciously.
We did as we were asked, sitting on her bed pressing my back against the wall.
Sāliħah Ayyūb’s eyes lit up as Sāliħah Ayyūb saw me growing and becoming erect.
“Looks like you don’t need me to show you any skin. It seems like you’re aroused enough just being an exhibitionist to your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law.”
“Well, I’ll admit that it’s REALLY hot being naked in front of you like I’m your plaything. Moreover, it’s even hotter knowing that you enjoy it. Nevertheless, of course, I do need to see something. A deal is a deal, remember?”
Even Amīnah Zahīr smiled now.
Her Ammī’s hands casually started unbuttoning the top of her pajamas.
“You’re right. A deal is a deal.”
Just when enough buttons were undone, Sāliħah Ayyūb spread open the material covering her chest, and she exposed herself to me.
Her heart was pounding as Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, watched my eyes grow along with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her excellent Musalmān breasts were completely exposed for me now.
It was gracefully arousing for her to see me slowly start to fuck her daughter in front of her, while my eyes were locked onto her bare big sized Musalmān breasts, with her pink nipples becoming stiff.
“You seem like you’re enjoying yourself,” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked, to break the slight awkwardness in the room.
“I am,” I said while fucking her extremely beautiful young Musalmān daughter, Amīnah Zahīr. “This is so hot. You have such an amazing body, Sāliħah Ayyūb.”
“Thank you. I’m enjoying this as well. Do you need any extra stimulation?”
Sāliħah Ayyūb didn’t wait for me to answer.
Already before, Sāliħah Ayyūb started softly cupping the round bottoms her breasts, and playing with her hard pink nipples using her fingers.
She found herself inadvertently becoming even more aroused, as her breasts and nipples have always been very sensitive, and it was clear to her that I was enjoying the show as my breathing and stroking into her daughter, became harder.
“Keep playing with those Musalmān tits, Sāliħah Ayyūb. I can’t believe this is happening,” I groaned fucking Amīnah Zahīr.
Watching a Hindu fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān daughter so close was one thing, but seeing I do it while looking at her bare breasts drove Sāliħah Ayyūb absolutely wild.
Her secret fantasy had finally come true, along with the added taboo of incest to make things ever hotter for the demure Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman, Sāliħah Ayyūb.
She was held in her emotions and excitement as she continued to fondle herself for me.
It wasn’t long before I exhibited all of the tell tale signs of having an orgasm; a sight she hadn’t seen from a man since she became a single woman.
“Cum for me,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said innocently. “I want to see you cum.”
I stroked faster and Amīnah Zahīr’s moans became louder.
My back suddenly arched, my muscles stiffened, and a flurry of my Hindu sperm shot in the extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt of Amīnah Zahīr.
I didn’t stop stroking until I was completely drained, with my eyes never leaving Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb’s body.
Then when it was over, he straightened and went on fuckingv Amīnah Zahīr even more fiercely.
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled,
“Allah Allah! Oh my. That was an impressive amount of your Hindu fluid you just released.”
I didn’t reply.
I just fucked Amīnah Zahīr there vigorously, while Sāliħah Ayyūb closed her top and reached over to grab a few pieces of tissue paper from her bedside table to toss on My stomach.
“Thanks,” I replied.
Amīnah Zahīr was using the tissue to clean myself.
“I haven’t felt anything like that in a really long time, Sāliħah Ayyūb. I mean…actually doing that in front of you and seeing you touch yourself was almost better than hooking-up with any of my Musalmān lady friends. It…just…you know…”
“I know exactly what you mean Durgesh. The taboo of extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law/Jýéshŧh incest can be quite thrilling to some people, and it looks like you and I fall under that same category. Just don’t ask for it again. Not anytime soon. This just might be a one-time thing, okay? I just don’t want things to get out of hand between us- no pun intended.”
“I guess so,” I complained. “But at least I got to experience this.”
With that said, the two of us said our ‘good nights’ and each headed to bed.*
Sāliħah Ayyūb sat at the breakfast table looking like her prim & proper self.
Her hair and make-up were perfectly done, and she had on one of her more expensive pantsuits in anticipation for an important meeting in just over an hour.
“Good morning, Bhāījān,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said with a loving smile as I came down.
I smiled back and gave Sāliħah Ayyūb a kiss on the forehead before sitting down to eat.
“Morning Sāliħah Ayyūb! I must say, you look extra wonderful this morning. In addition, thank you for making me this breakfast. Did I ever tell you that you’re one of my favorite cookz?”
“Well, aren’t you cheerful this morning,” Sāliħah Ayyūb noted smiling cunningly. “I don’t think you’ve ever thanked me for cooking, let alone complimenting me for it, or my looks. Please don’t tell me that you’ve been possessed.”
“I can’t help that I’m in a great mood. Especially after last night,” I smiled before digging in to my food.
“Oh, of course. That. It was a pretty outrageous night, I’ll admit. And we both certainly got what we wanted out of it, no matter how taboo it was.”
“Does that mean you’ve pleasured yourself afterwards?” I asked with a smile.
“I guess there’s no point in denying it. The answer is yes, I did fuck after you left, and it was great. I know it isn’t something that an extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law should ever do with you, but it’s our little secret right?”
“You bet it is. In addition, speaking of which, can we do it again really quick? I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night, or all morning after I woke up. I could really use the relief before I go to work.”
“Didn’t I say to not ask me about it again?” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked in a peeved tone. “Besides, you looked like you released a healthy amount of sperm last night into me, your own sister in law, Musalmān or otherwise. So I refuse to believe that you need any type of ‘relief’ so soon.”
I gave Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, a serious look.
“Sāliħah Ayyūb, the amount that I shot last night is what I consider to be normal. I usually cum that much once or twice a day if I have to. Moreover, after what we did last night, my body is practically on overdrive. I won’t be able to concentrate at work today if I can’t get off the way I need to.”
“Well then just fuck the way you normally do. It’s not exactly rocket science.”
“I know that, but you’ve really raised the bar after showing me your breasts. I’ve wanted to see that for a really long time. Simply using my imagination or looking at pictures just won’t cut it for the time being.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb sighed and gave me a playful smile.
“Fine. You’ve made your case. I guess this is partly my fault for starting this whole thing. But make it quick since I have an important meeting to attend soon. I know you can last forever, if you don’t wish to explode.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb stood up and placed her hands around the lining of her jacket, preparing to take it off.
But just as Sāliħah Ayyūb did that, Sāliħah Ayyūb stopped.
“You know, it would take too much time for me to remove my entire top and put it back on afterwards. Plus I don’t want to get any wrinkles on them. Do you mind if show you my lower region instead? Would that work for you?” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked.
My eyes lit up at Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb’s counter-offer.
“Hmm…That’s not a bad idea. That’s even better instead. That would definitely work, sure.”
Her hands moved down to the top button of her pants.
She undid the button, pulled her zipper down, and let her pants fall to her ankles.
“Good,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said. “Then it should help you to finish faster. As I’ve said, I have an important business meeting this morning which I can’t be late for.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb brought her fingers to the top of her panties and yanked them down, letting them fall to her ankles as well, exposing her cleanly shaven Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān crotch along with her bare vagina.
“Like what you see?” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked proudly.
“Like? Hell, Sāliħah Ayyūb. I love it,” I replied gushingly. “Your labia and clit look so…so…sexy. They look sexier than some of the College Musalmān Beauties even I’ve been fucking lately.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled,
“Thank you for the nice complement. Now let me start stroking. I’m a busy Business Woman and I haven’t got all day here.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb herself swiftly pulled my shorts down to free my raging Hindu hard-on.
Allah, how she loved to do it.
How the hell Sāliħah Ayyūb herself was dying to have an opportunity to play with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Now, it was the time.
I leaned back on my chair and Sāliħah Ayyūb started stroking me for both my own pleasure and Sāliħah Ayyūb’s too.
Sāliħah Ayyūb then pressed her rear-end against the table and spread her vaginal Musalmān lips slightly apart for me to get a better look.
She loved teasing me and having that power over me.
After all, I myself was teasing her too, fucking her young Musalmān daughter, instead of her.
Didn’t I?
And it worked.
My eyes were glued to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womanhood and wetness as Sāliħah Ayyūb stroked me even harder.
“That looks like fun” Sāliħah Ayyūb said, licking her lips at me.
“You bet it is,” I replied, staring at Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb’s open extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. “Do you want to try it? Ya know, stroke it for me while stroking me too simultaneously?”
“I couldn’t. That would be crossing the line a little too much. Watching is one thing, but actually touching…”
I stopped Sāliħah Ayyūb in her mid-sentence.
“No one has to know remember? Isn’t that what you said to me? It’ll be our secret, Sāliħah Ayyūb. Trust me.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb gave me a skeptical, yet excited look.
It was a look that said,
‘Why the heck not?’
“Okay,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied softly. “You only live once right?”
Sāliħah Ayyūb reached down and took my throbbing penis once again in her hand.
Her heart raced as Sāliħah Ayyūb crossed ‘that line’ once more.
My heart raced as well.
It was the first time in her life that she had ever given a Hindu a handjob, and it was with her very own ‘son in law’(?) at that.
It was an INCESTUOUS handjob.
“Thank you, Sāliħah Ayyūb. That feels so good,” I moaned. “Stroke it harder, Sāliħah Ayyūb, faster.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb heeded my words and gave me what I wanted, what I needed to feel in order to cum.
Sāliħah Ayyūb gripped me tighter and stroked me.
She loved how my eyes went from being glued to her open Musalmān vagina, to being closed shut because of the ashvinātam pleasure I was receiving from her.
And most of all, Sāliħah Ayyūb loved having complete and utter sexual control over me.
“Eīshān! God…I’m going to cum…Faster Sāliħah Ayyūb…harder…”
Sāliħah Ayyūb did the cruel thing now.
Instead of increasing, she slowed down.
“What are you doing Sāliħah Ayyūb?!” I panted angrily. “Sālī, I need to cum sooo bad.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled and stroked me slower. “I kind of like torturing you. It’s fun watching you suffer like this.”
“Please…” I demanded. “I’ll do you for a week! I’ll do you anywhere you would damn demand! Just let me cum, Sālī!”
“Hmmm…That’s not a bad deal. I accept.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb’s hand went in full motion and she furiously jerked me off.
She quickly found that I wasn’t joking when I said that I really needed to cum, and that I often produce large amounts of sperm, as my orgasm shot wildly in the air and onto her hand and on my clothes.
“Eīshān! Oh God!!!” I yelled.
Sāliħah Ayyūb didn’t stop stroking until every last drop of my 64 year old utmost experienced Hindu cum was drained from my body.
Sāliħah Ayyūb loved every second of it.
“Feel better now?” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked me rhetorically.
“Eīshān! God, I feel like a new man,” I panted. “I feel like I’m swimming in the ocean.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb laughed and pulled her pants up.
“Well, you’re certainly swimming in something right now, but it’s definitely not water.”
“Oh…right…” I replied, looking down at my own mess.
“Did you at least like doing it for me?”
“It’s not a bad way to start my morning. It’s a fantasy of mine too, remember?”*
Before Sāliħah Ayyūb left, Sāliħah Ayyūb looked me straight in the eyes and licked her fingers clean, tasting my Hindu cum.
Sāliħah Ayyūb savored it and rolled it around in her mouth while I watched in delight as my sophisticated extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law ate my legendary Hindu cum.
“Yum…You taste extremely good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to wash up and head to the office. Have a great day,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said as Sāliħah Ayyūb left the kitchen with a huge grin on her face.*
Her fantasy had finally come true.
Not only did Sāliħah Ayyūb get to watch a Hindu fuck twice while admiring her body, but Sāliħah Ayyūb got to fuck me with her own hand.
On top of that, the fact that it was I who Sāliħah Ayyūb did it to only made things that much more taboo, but in a good way.
It was all Sāliħah Ayyūb could think about while Sāliħah Ayyūb was at work.
After a busy day in the office, Sāliħah Ayyūb came home and immediately kicked off her shoes and breathed a sight of relief.
But just when Sāliħah Ayyūb thought she was ready for a break, I came to greet her at the door.
“Hey Sāliħah Ayyūb!” I smiled. “Have a good day at work?”
“Hmmm…Greeting me at the door and asking how my day went? I guess I should start giving you handjobs more often, maybe then you’ll start helping with the household problems regularly,” Sāliħah Ayyūb joked.
“I hope you’re being serious because I really like that arrangement,” I said, flashing another smile. “Maybe we can start now? I’m feeling a little pent up again.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb looked shocked.
“Again? After all you came last night and this morning?”
“As I said, that’s normal for me. And I could really use your hand for another round of relief.”
I didn’t wait for Sāliħah Ayyūb’s reply before pulling down my shorts and underwear to reveal my semi-erect Uncut Hindu Cock in the living room, while the late-afternoon sun was still shining through the windows.
“Jeez! Durgesh! Put that thing away before someone outside sees us.”
I shrugged off her worries.
“What’s the big deal? We could just close the curtains and no one would know.”
“What have I created?” Sāliħah Ayyūb jokingly asked. “I had no idea anyone could be so sexually active; your younger Musalmān Brother, Muħammad Zahīr, definitely wasn’t.”
“You haven’t created anything,” I playfully replied. “I’ve always been a horny little hyper sexual. Nevertheless, what you did yesterday was kind of like giving alcohol to someone genetically pre-dispositioned to be an alcoholic. It’s the same equivalence. You got me hooked. So this is technically your fault, Sāliħah Ayyūb.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb sighed,
“I guess I’m finding out the downside of paying for that expensive education of yours, isn’t it, Durgesh? You’re becoming too smart for your own good, everyoung Hindu old man.”
“The way I see it see, we both have the same mutual-masturbation fetish anyway. So what’s the harm?”
Sāliħah Ayyūb paused and gave me that stern extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in lawly look.
“Well, I guess there’s no point in arguing anymore. And I suppose it’s not a bad way to unwind after a stressful day at work either. Close the curtains and I’ll take care of that Hindu hard-on for you once again.”
Before those last words could escape her lips, I marched over to the windows with my Uncut Hindu Penis flopping around and quickly closed the curtains.
“Well, that was fast,” Sāliħah Ayyūb noted smiling cunningly.
I pulled off my t-shirt to get completely naked and I sat down on the couch.
“This is way better than getting presents on my birthday. So why wouldn’t I go fast?”
“Your still ever youthful Hindu enthusiasm never gets old,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied with a loving smile. “You know, I didn’t expect things to happen the way that it has, or for this to happen as often as it is, but I suppose there’s no harm in enjoying it.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb then put one hand on her business jacket, pinching the button.
Her another hand was on top of the zipper to her pants.
“Breasts or vagina? It’s your choice, and you can only pick one,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said to me.
“Can’t I see both of them at the same time?”
“Nope, don’t forget that I’m still your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law, and not your girlfriend or your plaything. There’s got to be some boundaries even now, you know.”
“Your extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt then,” I replied. “And since you’re showing only one thing, do you think you could at least throw in a little bonus for me? You set a really high bar this morning.”
“Fine. I’ll use my hand.”
“I was thinking a little more than that. Maybe you could let me…go inside?”
“Excuse me?” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied in a stunned tone of voice. “I most certainly will not have sex with you ever young Hindu old man. In spite of everything we’ve done, I am still your…”
“I know, I know Sāliħah Ayyūb. It doesn’t exactly have to be sex. Just think of it as you giving me a handjob like earlier today, but instead of using your hand, it’ll be with your extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt instead. Think about it. A handjob with your extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb gave me a puzzled, yet playful look, as Sāliħah Ayyūb attempted to decode what I had just said.
“A handjob with my extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt huh? That’s new. And I thought I had heard it all…”
“Anything to have s─…uh…I mean…anything to make Sāliħah Ayyūb feel good. This is more for you than it is for me. I hope you know that,” I said with as much charm as I could muster.
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled and raised her eyebrow,
“Really? This is more for me, huh? If that’s the case, then I better have a mind-blowing orgasm when this is done. If I do, you might get a little reward after.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb undid the button and zipper of her expensive pants, and after Sāliħah Ayyūb took them off, Sāliħah Ayyūb neatly folded it and placed in on a nearby chair.
Sāliħah Ayyūb took a deep breath and did the same with her panties, leaving her completely bare from the waist down except for the pantyhose on her calves and feet.
Before Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, walked over to me, Sāliħah Ayyūb posed and modeled for me, teasing me, and making herself feel even more attractive and desired, thanks to the look in my eyes.
“Eīshān! God, you’re so fucking beautiful Sāliħah Ayyūb,” I stated emphatically.
“Thanks darling,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said as Sāliħah Ayyūb moved to hover over me. “And I didn’t want to tell you this earlier, but you’re a lot bigger than your younger Musalmān Brother, Muħammad Zahīr, is down there, and he’s the only man I had ever slept with. So please be gentle with me…My Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān lady friends say, you just all but kill them pounding into them nonstop constantly.”
With that, Sāliħah Ayyūb placed both feet on opposite ends of the cushions on the couch, and slowly lowered herself to my massive Hindu hard-on.
Her extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was spread wide open.
I used my hands to make sure that my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock was pointed straight towards Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb’s ardent Musalmān womanhood as it descended.
Once her labia and pink insides touched the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock, Sāliħah Ayyūb paused for a Moment, before continuing to lower herself, inch by inch, until the entire length of my Uncut Hindu Cock was inside her extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Allah Allah! Oh my…you’re so big, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! …It’s been so long…” Sāliħah Ayyūb moaned.
I reached around to grab her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass to pull her forward.
“I can tell. You’re so fucking tight and wet Sāliħah Ayyūb. I’m horny as hell right now.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb became even wetter as Sāliħah Ayyūb heard me string those words together;
‘tight, wet, and Sāliħah Ayyūb.’
No matter how either of us tried to rationalize this, it finally struck her that we were actually fucking.
I was inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body stretching her extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cuntl walls.
Nevertheless, Sāliħah Ayyūb didn’t care how bad it was, it felt good.
It felt amazing.
It felt right.
Sāliħah Ayyūb slowly started rocking her hips while we looked each other straight in the eyes.
With every gyration Sāliħah Ayyūb gave, she felt my raging Hindu hard-on go that much deeper inside her ravenous Musalmān body.
As her dripping wet extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt began to loosen and relax, Sāliħah Ayyūb began to thrust even harder.
Our arms were wrapped tightly around each other and we felt each other’s breath on one another’s lips.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, Sāliħah Ayyūb…this feels so fucking good…I love this Sāliħah Ayyūb…”
“Just relax,” Sāliħah Ayyūb moaned. “Enjoy the moment. I want you to remember this for the rest of your life.”
Our holy extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law/Hindu brother in law coupling became even hotter and more intense.
Sāliħah Ayyūb remembered how it all started when Sāliħah Ayyūb, watched me fuck her own young Musalmān daughter.
Now here Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, was, herself fucking me.
Seeing me under her sexual control made her feel aroused in a way that Sāliħah Ayyūb had never felt before, and it was taking its toll on both of us.
Soon, Sāliħah Ayyūb recognized the tell-tale signs she knew all to well from her ex-husband, as well as a burning sensation between her own legs.
“Sāliħah Ayyūb…I’m going to cum…”
“I know honey, my new Hindu Kħasam ….I know…Just let it out. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I want your Hindu cum inside me.”
Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, watched my eyes roll back and felt my Hindu body arch.
Soon, she felt a massive load of my Hindu cum fill deepest inside her extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Her own body gave a similar reaction to mine.
She felt her muscles spasm, and her extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt having a strong burning sensation.
It was the best orgasm she felt in years, if not the best orgasm Sāliħah Ayyūb ever had.
Fluids rushed down from deepest inside her.
Every inch of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body wanted her to scream out loud, but instead, Sāliħah Ayyūb planted a big sloppy wet kiss on my Hindu mouth for the very first time.
It was an ashvinātam kiss that made every extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in lawly kiss Sāliħah Ayyūb had ever given me on the cheek or forehead absolutely pale in comparison.
“That was so amazing,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said in between kisses as we both calmed down. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life.”
“Thank you, Sāliħah Ayyūb. I think I’ve already told you this before, but you’re the coolest, Sāliħah Ayyūb, ever.
Sāliħah Ayyūb gave me another kiss and got up, letting my surprisingly still erect Uncut Hindu Penis just plop out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body, leaving a trail of both of our orgasms dripping down.
“Thanks. You’re sweet. But I really need a hot shower right about now. Oh, and I almost forgot…”
Sāliħah Ayyūb bent down, took my wet erect Uncut Hindu Penis in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and quickly sucked the fluids off.
Her tongue quickly ran laps around the sensitive area of my head and around the length of the shaft.
“Oh fuck…” I panted as Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, finished using her mouth on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“There, méré Hindu Piyā, now you don’t have to go through the troubles of wiping anything off,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said with a naughty Musalmān wink.
“Sāliħah Ayyūb, Sālī, Next time we get to do something together, I want that! Your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth around my Uncut Hindu Lund feels as good as your extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt does.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled,
“Well, you’ll have your chance sooner rather than later. Let’s start packing your stuff and put them in my bedroom/our bedroom from now on, I mean. With an Uncut Hindu Cock like yours, you’ll be sleeping in my bed from now on.”
I watched as my classy extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law turned away, still smiling, picked up her pants and left.
Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, was still naked from the waist down.
My eyes were locked onto her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān rear-end, as her luscious ass checks swayed from side to side, as Sāliħah Ayyūb headed up the stairs.
She remembered how her Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān daughter, Amīnah Zahīr, had seduced me madly.*
Chapter 45
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 