Ammī, you toooo? 2

Ammī, you toooo?

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I walked to the edge of the water then set Al Åārifah Al Aslam down,

“You don’t think I’d actually throw my own Bahū Bégum in the water, did you?” I asked with a wry grin.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam breathed a deep sigh of relief and then smiled at me,

“You should have,” she grinned as she pushed me into the water.

I bellowed as I tumbled in the water and surfaced quickly, a big grin on my face.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam shrieked again as I popped out of the pool and started to chase after her.

She ran around the backyard before I scooped her up into my arms and carried her over to the pool.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam gave me the puppy dog look as she squirmed in my arms,

“You wouldn’t throw your dear little Bahū Bégum in the pool, would you?”

I grinned,

“My dear Bahū Bégum? No. My hot young Bahū Bégum… yes.”

And with that, I jumped into the pool while still holding Al Åārifah Al Aslam, letting her go as we hit the water.

I laughed as I came up for air.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam surfaced a Moment later.

She wiped her hair from her face and giggled as she splashed me.

We both splashed and played in the pool before we wound up in the shallow end.

I sat on the steps as I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam on top of me.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam straddled me in the water as we caught our breath.

“So you think I’m hot, do you?” she smiled.

My hands slipped over her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t stop me,

“I do. Not exactly breaking news.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinded against me as she leaned into me,

“Well, there aren’t exactly a lot of men breaking down my door,” she breathed.
“You have to take the padlock off the front door first, Åārifah Aslam,” I replied.
“Are you telling me you want me to do that?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.

I didn’t break eye contact with Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she stayed on my lap,

“Hell, no.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinned widely,

“I didn’t think so.”

I held Al Åārifah Al Aslam close and then leaned in to kiss her, finally tasting her young red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she kissed me, I held her tightly and kissed her with heat and passion.

Her arms went around my neck as she grinded against my growing Hindu hard-on, our lips locked in a hot taboo embrace.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I kissed like teenagers as we pressed against each other in the pool, my tongue slipping inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as I succumbed to my lust.

“Mmmmmm, Åārifah Aslam,” I moaned as I broke our kiss.

“Allah! Oh my God,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned, “That was so hot. I’ve wanted that for so long.”

My ever-efficient Uncut Hindu Cock throbbed as I heard Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s words and she felt it.

“Me too,” I said.

We started to kiss again only to stop just as quickly, “what’s wrong?” I asked.

“I want this so bad, but I can’t. It’s wrong. I’m your Bahū Bégum,” she said.

“It’s ok, Åārifah Aslam, I too want this now. I too want you. You aren’t only that wants me.” I replied.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam extricated herself from me,

“It is wrong. We can’t do this,” she said as she pulled away from me and ran inside.

I watched Al Åārifah Al Aslam run inside and went after her.

I went upstairs and heard her crying in her room, “Åārifah Aslam?” I called as I knocked on the door.

“Not now Durgesh. It’s wrong, we can’t do this, I’m your Bahū Bégum,” she cried.

Durgesh turned the knob and went inside,

“We need to talk.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me,

“Durgesh! Please! I’m embarrassed enough!”

I walked over to the en suite bathroom to grab a towel and some tissues.

I came back into the bedroom, and wrapped the towel around Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

And handed her a tissue.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I sat down beside her.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam sighed deeply as she leaned against me, “I’m such a fool.”

I rubbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s arms through the towel, “Don’t be silly Åārifah Aslam, you’re perfect.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me and started to talk when I stopped her,

“Let me speak,” I said.

“A few weeks ago when I was fixing your laptop I found your online profile,” I started as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s eyes bulged in surprise.

“It was wrong but I checked it out and I’ve checked your profile every day since. I checked it so often I had to get my own … and then I couldn’t help myself and started chatting with you online. I’m the one you’ve been talking to, Åārifah Aslam. So if there’s something wrong with you there’s something wrong with me and we can be wrong together,” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was shocked as I revealed all,

“You mean…” she started.

“Yup,” I said. “We’ve been sharing our secrets, swapping pictures… nurturing our mutual desire.”

“You planned this?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.

I shook my head,

“No. It just… happened. It was you. Deep down I guess I’ve always had you,” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled for the first time,

“Me? So, you really want to…”

I nodded,

“I want to do whatever you want, Åārifah Aslam. But if you’re asking me what I really want, I want to fuck you, Al Åārifah Al Aslam.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s nipples instantly responded to my words,

“You want to fuck me?”

I nodded.

“Say it again,” she said.

“I want to fuck you, Åārifah Aslam,” I repeated.

“Again,” she said.

“I want to fuck you, Åārifah Aslam,” I smiled.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinned a lusty grin as she stood up and faced me.

She tossed her towel aside.

She reached behind her back and undid her top, letting it fall to the floor as her gorgeous breasts spilled free, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī female Musalmān lust and desire now fuelling her actions.

I stared at Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s chest in wonderment, not believing this was actually happening.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as I gawked at her, “mmmmmm Åārifah Aslam wants to fuck her big boy…” she moaned.

I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam back onto my lap and kissed her again, her naked Musalmān breasts pressing against my Hindu male chest as we kissed for a third time.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I kissed on the bed.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam straddled me and felt my growing Uncut Hindu Cock against her.

And it turned her on even more.

I fell back on the bed.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam stayed on top of me as we kissed hungrily.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam broke the kiss and looked down at me, “Did you really mean all the things you wrote?” she asked.

I nodded,

“Every single thing.”

“And that was really your Uncut Hindu Cock you sent me?”

I nodded again,

“Of course, you think I have lots of dick pics sitting around?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled,

“No, but it looked too good to be true,” she said as she kissed softly down my body until she reached my swim trunks.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked up at me as she slowly undid my swim suit and tugged it down my legs, letting my hard experienced Uncut Hindu Cock to spring free.

“Mmmmmm you weren’t lying,” she said as she licked her lips.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s lust grew as she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock and started to stroke me slowly.

Her smile grew even larger when I groaned softly as she stroked my Hindu shaft.

“I bet the girls really love this Uncut Hindu Cock …” she hissed.

I smiled as I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“They really do, but what I really want to know is if Al Åārifah Al Aslam likes it.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam had a mischievous glint in her eye as she stroked me slowly once more before her red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips approached my Hindu shaft and sucked me into her warm wet mouth.

I groaned loudly as Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to suck my Uncut Hindu Cock,

“Ooohhhhh fuck, yes, Åārifah Aslam.”

I watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head bobbed up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock  as she expertly swallowed it, her lips gliding up and down my Hindu shaft.

My cock slipped from Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s mouth and she started to stroke me again,

“Does that answer your question?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.

“Mmmmmm fuck Åārifah Aslam…” I groaned as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s salvia glistened on my Uncut Hindu Prick .

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she kissed and stroked my hard cock,

“Mmmm that will happen soon enough,” she teased.

I groaned again as Al Åārifah Al Aslam slowly dragged her tongue along my shaft and took my Uncut Hindu Cock  back in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

The sound of Al Åārifah Al Aslam blowing me, while I moaned, filled the room and turned us both on.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I love how you suck my Uncut Hindu Cock…” I groaned.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled and continued to suck my cock, it was so big and hard, she loved the way it felt in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and she loved the taboo of sucking off me.

I ran my hands through Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s hair as she sucked and slurped on my Uncut Hindu Dick, I wanted to watch every second as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s mouth pleasured my cock.

“I want you so bad Åārifah Aslam, even more than I did in the pool when you were sitting on my Uncut Hindu Cock. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you.” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to stroke my cock as she sucked on my balls, her hand moving up and down my wet cock.

“Tell Åārifah Aslam what you’d do to her…” she moaned.

I smiled as I moved my hips, thrusting slowly against Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s hand.

“I’d fuck my Åārifah Aslam good and hard. I’d fuck her balls deep. I’d fuck Åārifah Aslam until my Uncut Hindu Cock was worn out,” I started.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān pussy was on fire as she toyed with my balls and stroked my Hindu shaft.

“I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house. I’m going to fuck you in my bed; I’m going to fuck you in this bed and fuck you better than Muħammad Ħabīb ever did. I’m going to fuck you while we eat breakfast, I’m going to bend you over the couch and fuck you in the family room. I’m going to fuck you in the shower, in the grass out back, on the washing machine and everywhere in between,” I continued.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly as I went on and on all the places, I would fuck her, she took my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as my shaft throbbed.

She sucked my Hindu shaft with increased intensity now as her entire Musalmān body felt like it was on fire.

“Cum for Åārifah Aslam,” she breathed, “Åārifah Aslam wants to taste her infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā.”*

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled at her daughter.

Despite her later thirties, she still didn’t understand what the present åālmīn, what the present day MULTIVERSE was.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was still living in her mental hypocritical universe.

She thought the present day Pseudo Islam was the true Islam.

No, it wasn’t.

Yet, the Pseudo Musalmīn were very much more in number than the true Musalmīn.

It wasn’t that only Pseudo Musalmīn were manifold of the true Musalmīn in number.

Even the Christians were so, even the Jews were so, even the Pārsīs were so and even the Hindus were so.

“The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually a military power, Åārifah,” Al Navīdah Al Vasīm said fucking me vehemently, “Islamic State of Iraq and Syria is its worst product. When Yazīd malåūn revived the pre Islamic military power of Årab people, he deliberately did it to snatch away its spiritual power Ħuzūrs gave it. He deliberately snatched away its oxygen, Taħannus. If Taħannus were still an integral part of Islam, as it was in the days of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, Yazīd malåūn couldn’t have converted almost the entire Musalmīn into military power.”

“I can’t understand the reason you are preaching me true Islam, Ammī.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said curtly, “If you think you can justify in this way what you are doing with my father in law, you are quite mistaken.”

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled,

Durgesh isn’t your father in law. Muħammad Ħabīb isn’t Durgesh’s son.”

“I know.”

“That’s why there isn’t any problem that you fuck Durgesh.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was not easily controlling herself from losing her ever righteous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān temper.

She laughed lightly.

“Previously I wondered, Ammī, why you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies are crazy to invite other Musalmān houseladies who don’t fuck Durgesh, to fuck Durgesh either under this pretext or that.”

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm never lost her patience.

She always kept her mind cool when she argued about anything with someone.

She too laughed lightly.

“Now you are wiser?”

“You couldn’t control yourselves.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled contemptuously, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever lier, her ever Durgesh obsessed, young Musalmān lady brigade, spread the lie that Durgesh is the ever best sex specialist, he fucks best. You tried to experience it and lost your chastity, your sanctity, to Durgesh in the process, as well as your Īmān too.”

“Īmān?” her Ammī, Al Navīdah Al Vasīm laughed open heartedly fucking me more and more vehemently.

“Yes!” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said contemptuously, “Īmān. That’s more precious than anything is. As your passion to fuck Durgesh fulfilled, you foolish yet beautiful Musalmān houseladies realize what the utmost precious thing you have lost forever. Your conscience reproaches you. To compensate it, you want the rest of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies also fuck Durgesh themselves, so that you can explain to your conscience that it’s nothing abnormal at all. It’s absolutely normal.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam never even imagined then, what she was doing now, she would herself do some day.*

 

My Uncut Hindu Cock throbbed as I listened to Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was driving me insane as I thrust my Hindu shaft deeper in her Musalmān hotness.

Her hard nipples rubbed against my skin as she sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock and slurped loudly on my hot Hindu rod.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam hadn’t been this hot since she and Muħammad Ħabīb went to our last swingers party years ago and none of the cock’s she’d sucked over the years made her as hot as mine.

I grunted and groaned loudly as Al Åārifah Al Aslam continued her taboo assault on my Hindu shaft until I couldn’t help myself anymore.

“Here it comes,” I grunted through gritted teeth.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she sucked me, her eyes bulging when I finally released and came hard down her Musalmān throat.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam sucked harder on my sprouting Uncut Hindu Prick as my Hindu sperm coated her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue and throat.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she swallowed my Hindu  load, she hadn’t swallowed with Muħammad Ħabīb even, but she just had to taste me.

Her beautiful Musalmān lady friends claimed it was the tastiest thing they swallowed ever.

She licked her lips as she lifted from my shaft, a long line of spit connected my Uncut Hindu Cock to her beautiful red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and she eagerly kissed my Uncut Hindu Cock head to clean it up.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as my Uncut Hindu Cock still  stayed hard, she started to stroke me again,

“You taste so good, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā.”

I smiled as I looked up at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“No one ever sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock like that Åārifah Aslam. No one ever made me cum that hard.”

Yes, it was a lie.

But Al Åārifah Al Aslam needed it.

And I never claimed to be Harishchandr, neither I ever wanted to be.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she climbed up my nude Hindu male body, licking my Hindu male skin along the way,

“Mmmm well Åārifah Aslam knows how to take care of her Hindu protector…”

I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam up to me and kissed her again.

We kissed hungrily on the bed as I rolled Al Åārifah Al Aslam onto her back.

She felt my hand snake down to her soaked bikini bottoms and slip under them.

I smiled when I felt how wet Al Åārifah Al Aslam was and Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned when I started to feel her up.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me,

“Åārifah Aslam is so horny, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā.”

I slowly undid her bikini bottoms and tossed them away,

“Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” I smirked.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I moved between her legs and spread them wide.

She had expected me to just fuck her like Muħammad Ħabīb would have after she sucked my cock but instead I dried her wet Musalmān Pussy with a napkin and then kissed her there passionately.

It was a long kiss itself.

I caused her to moan,

“Mmmm Allah, God, Durgesh, kiss Åārifah Aslam’s pussy…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to pinch and play with her nipples as I kissed her there.

“Mmmm Master fucker Hindu, Åārifah Aslam is going to fuck you so good…,” she groaned.

Chapter 3

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam

 


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 35

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 35

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The Utmost Ancient thorughly Updated New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Sabīħah Pervez

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

She undressed me completely.

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

I undressed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan myself.

Now, all we three were entirely naked there.

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

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

The difference between them made it even hotter to watch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I reached out and began caressing both of their backs.

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

I slid my hand up under her thick dark hair.

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

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

“Oh yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān moaned in her throat.

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

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s eyes were open.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not that I minded in the least.

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

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

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

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

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan leaned over and began tonguing the nipple.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure, daring.” I said.

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

“What?”

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

“Wow.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It claimed it was derogatory to human beings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sabīħah Pervez smiled.

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

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

Sabīħah Pervez kept smiling.

She didn’t say anything.

Public ProsecutorNādir Muħammad, might not have liked it.

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

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

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

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

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

The pages were embellished with several colored alterations.

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

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

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

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

There was an amused antagonism in her eyes.

That’s what Sabīħah Pervez was.

She loved me.

She had sex with me frequently every now and then.

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

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

Except perhaps my wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.

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

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD married me for my incredibly unique humanity.

She was proud of it.

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

She sucked it passionately.

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

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

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

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

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

Sabīħah Pervez sighed her relaxation and smiled triumphantly.

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

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

Sabīħah Pervez increased her pace and fucked me gracefully skillfully.

No, Sabīħah Pervez wasn’t of my age.

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

I smiled.

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

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

Sabīħah Pervez understood.

For her, I was evidently a showman.

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

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

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

Legally I was thirty six now everywhere.

Physically my ever young body also confirmed it.

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

I kept my head slightly bowed.

My eyes stared in concentration at the script.

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

I was entirely confident of what I was doing.

There wasn’t even the slightest hesitancy.

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

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

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

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

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

Sabīħah Pervez smiled gracefully.
Chapter 36

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 34

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 34

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The Utmost Ancient thorughly Updated New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!” I interrupted.

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

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

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

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

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

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!” I said curtly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled,

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

What are you doing here?”*

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

“Watching us nonstop?”

“That’s right. I told you why.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan giggled.

I looked at her sternly.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān smiled ironically.

She stared hard at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was still grinning.

What she found so funny, I had no idea.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She tended to breathe hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s eyes flashed,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you would, wouldn’t you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled,

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

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

I was shocked hearing those words in her actual voice.

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

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

Turning she stared me straight in the eye,

Durgesh, do you want to fuck me?”

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

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed ironically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

“That’s why I was against it.”

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But…”

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

“What about your thong?”

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was practically skipping down the stairs ahead of me.

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

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

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

What the hell was she thinking?

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

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

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

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

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

When she saw me frowning she shrugged,

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

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

“You’ll see.”

She turned and walked into the living room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked,

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

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

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

Her feet were still bare.

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

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

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

she pointed at the corner of the couch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān focused on me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I…” she frowned, “Not sure it’s…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn.” I said quietly.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Yes?”

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

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

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

“How old are you?”

“Twenty eight.”

“Where are you?”

“In the living room on the couch.”

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

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

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

“Eighteen,”

“Did you swallow it?”

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

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

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

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

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

“Not anymore.”

“Why not?”

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

“But you want to be, don’t you?”

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

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

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

“Nonsense!” I gasped.

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

“Back in college.”

“Do you miss them?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey.” I exclaimed.

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

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

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

“Yes, very much. I love it.”

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

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

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

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

“I hope he does.”

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

“Yes.”

“When?”

“I…I watched you two having sex.”

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

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

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

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

“What else did you like?”

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

“Do you think I did a good job?”

“You look like you love it.”

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

“Yes, I love sucking cock.”

“So did you…”

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

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

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

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

“All the time.”

“Really?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“With?”

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

“Are you serious?”

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Play with them.”

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

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

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

“I love them.” I answered,

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can…can I?”

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

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

“But…”

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

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

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

“Thank you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

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

“Goddamn!” I whistled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān smiled and grabbed it greedily.

Chapter 35

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 33

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 33

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The Utmost Ancient thorughly Updated New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Åāyeshah Siddīqah

Modern Democratic Årabia

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

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

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

Well, why the hell shouldn’t it?

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

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

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

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

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

As always Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan went on to do so.

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

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

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

They had no right to protest.

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

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

“They aren’t so many now.”

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

I watched Åāyeshah Siddīqah gravely.

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

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

“I see.” I said gravely.

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

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

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

“Oh,” I said.

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

“Sure.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I moaned and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sighed,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn good!”

“Then ask me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn that sounded good!

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

She rested her head on the desk.

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān what you want.”

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

“Least I could do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I started fucking her fast and hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked up and I smiled triumphantly.

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

Chapter 34

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 32

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 32

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Naåīmah, please! Stop your Bahū Bégum movement.”

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

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

Nonsense!

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

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

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

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

I had advised her father, Al Muħammad Al Ůsmān,

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

Al Muħammad Al Ůsmān looked at me gravely.

“They are afraid of you.”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I controlled myself immediately.

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

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

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

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

Her husband objected it.

Therefore Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān conspired to his death.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could never understand why all of them did it.

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

I stopped thinking.

Was I really?

Didn’t actually I resist to everyone of them?

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

But it was because they adamantly insisted to be so.

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

Did it make any negative difference to them?

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

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

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

Yet even Kħadījah Muħammad had admitted to me,

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

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

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

It was actually a positive information for them instead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I couldn’t have asked for more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  had settled down on her stomach.

I focused completely on her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would cry out,

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

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

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said from behind me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had no worries about her fooling around on me.

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

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

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

I smiled.

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

“I don’t get it.” I shook my head.

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

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

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

“Thanks, I guess.”

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

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

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

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

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

“How?”

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

I smiled.

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

“Okay, okay.”

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

“I said okay.” I put my hand up.

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

“No. Just kind of cautious.”

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

“I know, but…”

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

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

“I don’t know.”

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

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

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

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

“You did?”

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

“So what happened?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“So…you think it’s healthy?”

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

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

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

“No, I wouldn’t want to hurt her.”

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

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

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

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

“Yes and no.”

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

“You think?”

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

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

“Yeah, why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn, I love you!” I laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey you lock my door?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

She was absolutely correct.

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

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

¬Pakistan or Partition of India:

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

Chapter 33 

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 31

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

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Chapter 31

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The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Naåīm

My Hindu thrusts became more insistent with the passing of every moment.

My Hindu thighs started to slap into the backs of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s while the crescendo grew to a fever pitch.

I kept fucking her in different sex positions nonstop.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was herself responding wildly.

“Ah Ah Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! I never thought you wanted to fuck me, so much. Thank you. I’m honored tremendously.”

I kissed her young Musalmān lips.

“Sālī, it’s just the beginning. You’d get my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot there until you are tired of it.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed melodically.

“Keep fucking me, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I’d never be tired of your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into my Musalmān Choot. Never.”

“Never?”

“Never. I’m only 29 years old. My sex life with you is just starting now.”

“You managed your Ammī deliberately to leave me so that you could replace her. Smart. Very smart.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed.

“You already knew it?”

“I suspected it.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed again.

“Angry with me?”

“Never. I love you instead for it.”

“I love you too.”

I kept fucking Al Fātimah Al Naåīm entire night either this way or that.

After a few more minutes of pummeling her cum-hungry Musalmān Choot, I gasped out, “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I’m about to cum!”

“So am I, Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said breathlessly. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed herself up on her hands, her breasts and nipples already over stimulated from brushing back and forth on her bed cover, and looked back me once again. “Do it! Cum inside me, Durgesh. Fill me with your Hindu cum and get me pregnant!”

I pushed in one last time, as far as I could get inside of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt my Hindu cockhead once again force its way past her Musalmān cervix even as it started to swell with its impending release.

Suddenly I stiffened and let out a strangled cry of victory as my Hindu sperm was injected in her deepest Musalmān chasm.

I shook and thrummed with each volley of cum that was launched into her Musalmān womb and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gasped as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt each hot slug Hindu splash against her uterine Musalmān walls.

I scalded Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with my Hindu cum, my hips bucking repeatedly, until I finally slumped over her back.

My breath was hot and heavy as it fell on her neck.

We stayed like that for several seconds, just catching our breath, until Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt me stir again.

My Hindu strength regained, I slowly pulled my long Hindu cock out of her cum-filled Musalmān pussy and sat back on my haunches.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm quickly turned over and looked at me while spreading her thighs.

Both our eyes drifted down to where we’d both been joined and we watched as a massive amount of my Hindu cum started to drool out of her rosy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!  Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm exclaimed. “Look at all this cum! Even after earlier today, you were still backed up, weren’t you?”

I stared in wonder at the evidence of our coupling.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe we just did this,” I said quietly.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm giggled at that.

“Believe it, Durgesh. And if it doesn’t take this time, we’ll keep trying. I’ll be good to go for at least another day, maybe two!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm glanced down at her pussy once again. “Go, little guys! Go! Find my egg!”

Apparently that was more than I could handle any more.

“Aw, geez,” I said as I started to get up off her bed like I’d been struck by a cattle prod. “I… I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“Okay,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said, her sex-crazed Musalmān eyes still affixed to the mess between her thighs.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm leaned back and arched her hips upward, hoping that the new position would prevent any more of my cum from leaking out.

“I’m just gonna stay here and let it all soak in for a while.”

As he started to leave the room, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called after me.

“Hey, Durgesh? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you!”

I just stood there and stared at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm for a long second before I said,

“I… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I love you, too, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I love you, too.”

After shower we again fucked until we were asleep having my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund still buried entirely into Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.*

The next morning Al Fātimah Al Naåīm woke up alone in her bed feeling very well-rested.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hadn’t slept that well in ages, it seemed.

As her dream-addled mind caught up with the rest of her, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm remembered what had happened between Al Fātimah Al Naåīm and me the night before.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had heard of post-coital guilt, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm figured that, like any kind of guilt, it would have to be something I came to terms with in my own time.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm made her way into her bathroom and, before doing anything else, pulled out a home-pregnancy test kit from under the sink.

Any sane teenage girl, whether she’s on birth control or not, should have one at the ready, just in case.

After a few minutes of going through the prescribed ritual dictated by the kit’s instruction booklet, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm quickly learned that last night’s romp with me hadn’t been as successful as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would’ve liked.

Oh well, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm reasoned to herself.

Can’t say that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t enjoy it.

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t even bother to get dressed as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm went downstairs to join me, who Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could hear was already moving around in the kitchen.

Sure enough, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found me at the sink.

I looked so cute in my boxers and t-shirt.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm snuck up behind me and, without giving me any kind of warning, wrapped her arms lovingly around my broad Hindu chest.

“Good morning, Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cooed into my ear.

I stiffened when I felt Al Fātimah Al Naåīm embrace me, but I relaxed when I heard her voice. “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm! Hi! Uhm…good morning. How are you, uhm, feeling?”

“I’m feeling great, Durgesh, thank you,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm told me. “Your new young Musalmān wife, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hasn’t slept like that in a long while.”

I was still putting off those awkward vibes. “That’s… yeah, uhm, that’s good.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stepped away from me and crossed her arms under her large, naked Musalmān breasts. “Look, Durgesh, you don’t have to be all weird and stuff, okay? We aren’t stepdaughter and stepfather anymore. We are Hindu husband and Musalmān wife now, the ever best couple in the entire human history.”

I turned around and, when I saw that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was standing naked in front of me, paused for a moment to let that sink in.

“You… you’re really okay with… with last night? With what I did to you?”

“I told you,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm answered with a shrug. “I’m perfectly fine with it. It was wonderful. YOU were wonderful. And you didn’t do anything TO me. I encouraged you to let me help you be happy. Did YOU sleep okay?”

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I have to admit, yes, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I slept like a baby for the first time in… God, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I don’t know how long. Not since…”

“Not since before Ammī deserted. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knows. It’s okay, Durgesh. You didn’t break me or anything. I’m still your little Musalmān girl.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me a hug, pressing her soft Musalmān tits against my Hindu chest and said into my ear, “And still not pregnant.”

I smiled in the hug.

“You- oh.”

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took a home-pregnancy test a few minutes ago,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm told me. “It came up negative.”

“I… see…” Yep, that’s her Durgesh. The brilliant conversationalist.

“So… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm woke up and heard you down here, and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm figured Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had to see what you’re up to. After taking a shower, of course. It took forever to get all of your cum from last night out of my pussy, by the way. And I’m gonna have to wash my sheets soon. So what’re you doin’ today?”

My cheeks flushed when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm mentioned my cum.

“Me? Oh. Uhm. Just, y’know. Fucking you needy beautiful Musalmān houseladies. What else?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm smirked at me playfully, already feeling her arousal for this wonderful, goofy Hindu man Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called Durgesh start to grow.

Even when I was being bashful, it was hard to resist me!

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can see that,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said. “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“N-no, nothing yet. You hungry? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. The cook could make-”

“Maybe in a little bit,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said, cutting me off and stepping closer to me. “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was thinking, maybe, we could take another crack at it.”

“Yeah, but- now?”

“Absolutely!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied with an emphatic nod. “I’m not going to be ovulating forever, Durgesh. We might be able to do it one or two more times before… well, before any other attempts would just be practice. But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could live with some practice, too.”

“But NOW? HERE?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started kissing the underside of my jawline and caressed my chest and arms seductively.

“No time like the present, right? To be honest, it was the first thing Al Fātimah Al Naåīm thought of this morning when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm woke up.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got down on her knees and pulled my already-hardening cock out, stroking it softly.

As Al Fātimah Al Naåīm lavished her attention to my penis, it became firmer as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started to kiss along the shaft.

“Mmmmm… just thinking about it… it felt wonderful, you know, Durgesh. Feeling you Hindu cum inside me, trying to make me pregnant. At first Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was just going to be doing it for you, to make you happy, but now… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm think, now, I might want it more than you do.”

“No. No! I- Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I definitely want it, Sweetheart,” I protested as I looked down at her starting to give me a blowjob. “It’s still just taking a bit of getting used to. That’s all. I mean, yesterday you were just her beautiful little girl, but last night… and now, you’re…”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pulled her lips off my cock with a soft pop and said, “So you liked it last night, Durgesh? [suck] You liked filling your little girl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot  full of your Hindu sperm? [suck] Trying to knock her up? [suck] Trying to plant a little brother inside of me?”

My eyes practically rolled into the back of my head as the sensations Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me and the words Al Fātimah Al Naåīm uttered pounded into my brain.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Al Fātimah Al Naåīm! You’re killing me! Where- where did you get all of this from?”

Once again releasing my Hindu cock from her beautiful young mmnn mouth, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said, “Yesterday, when you were passed out after fucking my friend, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm happened to notice the porn you two were watching, Durgesh, fucking each other. The woman on the screen, she looked an awful lot like me.”

“Your Ammī,” I protested teasingly. “She… she looks like your Ammī.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm downgraded her treatment of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to a handjob and gave me a skeptical look.

“My Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was 47, Durgesh. That girl on the screen? She barely looked 28. And I’m 29.”

I smiled.

“She was the closest match to your Ammī that, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I could find,”

“So why was she screaming for her Durgesh to fuck her? I mean, that IS what she was saying, wasn’t it? Like, ‘Fuck me, Durgesh! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh, God, your cock feels so good! Fuck me till you cum, Durgesh!’ Like that? Like Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was saying last night?”

I laughed.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm let go of my cock, stood, turned around and bent over the chopping block.

When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was in the ideal position for me to take me right then and there, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pulled one of her ass cheeks aside and looked back at me.

“Would you like that, Durgesh? Would you like me to scream out for you as you fill my Musalmān Choot  with your Hindu sperm again?”

I was visibly flustered yet never looked helpless to make a coherent decision about anything, let alone string together enough words to make a full sentence.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I- Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just-”

“Come on, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm interrupted encouragingly. “I’m waiting for you. Don’t you want to fuck your little Musalmān girl, Durgesh? Please? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants you to. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants you to get your big, fat ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  and bury it inside me from behind. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants you fuck me, Durgesh. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants your thick Hindu cock to spew as much babybatter into me as possible. AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM WANTS you to get me pregnant, Durgesh.”

The look of unrestrained lust suddenly blazed to life in my eyes and I shoved my shorts down around my ankles all the way.

I made a fist around my cock and aimed it at her exposed Musalmān Choot while pushing the small of her back flat with my other hand.

“Oh, fuck it! Okay, Sweetheart! Durgesh’s gonna get you pregnant if it’s the last thing, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I do!”

I didn’t make Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wait as I plunged my Hindu thickness into Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

With an almost primal growl, I said, “Is this what you wanted, Sweetheart?”

“Yes!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cried out. “Fuck me, Durgesh! Fuck your Hindu baby into me!”

I pounded Al Fātimah Al Naåīm mercilessly from behind for minutes on end and the only sound in the kitchen was that of our flesh frantically slapping together.

“I’m getting close, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm,” I warned Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. “Durgesh’s going to cum inside you again and I’ve got a big Hindu load saved up from last night!”

Hearing that almost sent Al Fātimah Al Naåīm over the edge of erotic bliss and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm howled with the sinful delight of it.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants it, Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm told me as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm desperately pushed back at my thrusting Hindu hips. “Fill me with your Hindu seed!”

“Your wish-” I grunted loudly, “Is the command!”

I pushed forcefully into her small, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  once more as far as I could go and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  expand inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

We both froze as jets of my babybatter flooded her inner Musalmān chamber over and over again, each blast of my virile, Hindu  sperm coming to rest within her young Musalmān body.

When I was done, I fell on her nude Musalmān back and breathed heavily.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, my God. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe… that was..”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm turned around on shaky legs and we both watched as my Hindu cum oozed out of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

“Spectacular,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said for me.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looked up at my flushed, sweaty face and smiled.

“We’ll give it a few hours to settle in, see if it takes root. If it doesn’t… well… there’s always lunchtime.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm leaned over to me and kissed me full on the lips for the first time as my lover.

Our tongues danced around the taboo expression of love and lust.

When our lips parted, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm breathlessly told me,

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you, Durgesh.” Then Al Fātimah Al Naåīm scampered away to her bedroom, where I expected to lay back on her bed with her hips held high in the air once more, hoping that the Hindu seed I’d planted within her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womb would indeed take root.*

Later that day, long after Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had gotten a real breakfast and had made her bed, I once again broke out her test kit.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had two more packets left in the box and hoped that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would  be able to put them to good use before the day was out. Unfortunately, even our second attempt didn’t work, either.

Oh, well. You know what they say about the third time: it’s a charm, right?

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had spent the entire morning naked and, I have to say, it was liberating.

Now that we were having sex and trying to make a baby, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t see any reason in being clothed when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was at home alone with me.

What would be the point?

Until Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got pregnant, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to make sure that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was ready for me at any moment, even if I might need some coaxing every now and then.

With her ovulation cycle so close to ending, every second counted and time spent in getting undressed was time lost.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm went downstairs and found me in the living room, watching news on TV.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm walked boldly into the room, still naked, and sat down next to me in such a way that I’d have to be blind to ignore her.

“Hello, Durgesh! Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got some good news and some bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”

I sighed deeply, but my eyes were already drinking her beautiful Musalmān nakedness in wolfishly.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found it remarkable that, in so short a time, I seemed to be getting used to the idea of seeing her naked around the house.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I always prefer to get the bad news out of the way first, Sweetheart. You know that. So hit me.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gently patted her tumher. “I’m STILL not pregnant.”

“…okay,” I said carefully. “So what’s the good news?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure that I’ve got at least another few hours before my ovulation cycle is over. Wanna see if the third time ’round is the winner?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me a hopeful, playful look and smiled sweetly at me.

I, as usual, was caught by surprise at her timing.

“Now? But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just sat down to-”

“Tick-tock, tick-tock, Durgesh. It’s now or we’ll have to wait until next month. Although, if this one doesn’t take, we can have a lot of fun getting some practice in…”

“Uhm, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm… about this ‘practice’ you keep mentioning… are you sure that’s such a good idea? I mean, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I get it when you’re ovulating. But… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just don’t know if we should be doing this-”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cut me off again and fixed me with a stern look.

“Durgesh. Really? Are you going to sit there and honestly tell me that you DON’T enjoy fucking me? HONESTLY?”

“Well that’s just it, honey,” I answered plaintively. “AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM, I DO like fucking you! I’m afraid that I might like it TOO much!”

“I’m not,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said simply.

“Not liking it?”

“No, silly!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said with exasperation. “I’m not afraid of you liking it too much! I’M having a blast! This whole incest thing… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t know just how exciting it could be until we tried it. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm have a couple of friends who’ve done it and they swear by it… but, WOW, did they understate things! Having sex with my handsome, loving father is out of this world! Best sex I’ve EVER had! A thousand horses couldn’t drag me away from this house as long as you’re in it and ready to breed me!”

I, of course, was slow on the up-take.

“…and you don’t want to stop?”

“Never,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said quickly. “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants to keep this going for as long as we can.”

“Until you find some boy,” said I. “I mean, you ARE unmarried and I’m sure that some guy your age would-”

“Allah! God, Durgesh, you can be a real idiot sometimes! Silly Durgesh. No BOY is ever going to compare to you! Just like no other woman will ever be able to take Ammī’s place… except maybe me.”

I shook my head in amazement.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just can’t believe that, yesterday, you were her good little girl. But today you’re-”

“Durgesh’s little cum-dump?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm supplied helpfully. “Try not to think of it that way, Durgesh. Think of it more like a gift. A very special gift that only Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can give, the only part of Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, left in this world. Together, Durgesh, we’ll make more beautiful children.”

“More?” I asked with a visible gulp.

“Only if we’re lucky… and speaking of lucky, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm thinks it’s time to see if we can hit the jackpot before it’s too late. Now’s the best chance we’ll have for another nineteen days before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can get pregnant again. Let’s make you a Durgesh again.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started to lean in toward me for a kiss.

“Do you think this time might do the trick?” I asked as I took Al Fātimah Al Naåīm in my arms, the TV now completely forgotten and relegated to nothing but background noise to our impending breeding session.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hopes so, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wrapped her hands behind my neck and leaned back, pulling me down to the couch with me. “But, at the same time, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm kind of hopes not.”

I gave Al Fātimah Al Naåīm a curious look.

“I mean, we’re gonna need a LOT of practice to get it right if it doesn’t work this time. Right?”

I smiled defiantly at that thought.

“Practice, practice, practice,” I said and then I grew solemn even as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm worked her hands down and started to unbuckle my pants. “Thank you, her lovely daughter, for giving yourself to me like this.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed my pants over my hips and started to stroke my long, stiff Hindu penis.

“Anytime, Durgesh. And… I really mean that: anytime. Any place, any time, any circumstance… anytime you want to fill me with your Hindu sperm, you just go right on ahead. Bend me over the couch, throw me on the bed, take me on the floor, and have me in the shower- all Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants is for you to be happy, Durgesh. And to make you a father again.”

As my large, throbbing ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  began to fill her small, welcoming Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, I said,

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I love you, Sālī, Badmåsh, Sweetheart!”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed winking at me.

“You didn’t leave me another option. I had to conspire with Ammī. She helped me. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you, too, Durgesh!”

Turns out that, yeah, the third time IS the charm!

“By the way, Ammī is returning tonight. She has warned me to compete with me. Let’s see who gives you the son first, Ammī or Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. It’s a very tough competition, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Abbū wanted to stop Ammī. She slapped Abbū. Long live your omnipotent ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. It serves Ammīs and daughters equally.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm informed me.

Chapter 32

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. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 30

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 30

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Naåīm 

My jaw dropped in stunned shock.

“Are you kidding me? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, for one thing, that’s an expensive procedure. It’d cost money though either of us have it. I mean, we’re far from broke, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t justify the expenditure. For another, what about two-headed babies? You might be half of your mother, but you’re half of me, too!”

“Look, Durgesh, I know a thing or two about genetics. Yeah, I’m only into a few semesters, but I’ve learned a lot about that stuff already. Do you realize that the whole two-headed baby thing is really just a hearth? Statistically speaking, we’d stand a better chance of winning the lottery than having a defective baby. Hell, a normal couple stands a greater chance of producing a baby with Down’s Syndrome! Neither of us has any genetic defects, so, if anything, we’d stand a BETTER chance of making a perfectly healthy baby.”

“That may be, Sweetheart,” I said calmly. “But we STILL couldn’t afford it and, even if we could, I’m not sure we could find a doctor in the state who’d be willing to try. Society alone would raise hell over it.”

“No one would have to know that the egg is mine, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm countered, warming up to the argument.

Okay, it wasn’t an argument.

More like a debate, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was feeling more invested in the idea as the Moments passed.

If I was depressed about being deprived of my second chance with her Ammī, at fatherhood, maybe Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could help.

I gave Al Fātimah Al Naåīm an incredulous look.

“Really? Whoever does the extraction would know. And whoever was assisting that person would know. And they’d probably have to do a genetic test of some kind in the lab. It’s just- no, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. It wouldn’t work.”

Suddenly an idea burst forward and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm spit it out, almost without even realizing that it was me who said it.

“Well how about doing it the old fashioned way, then?”

If I was surprised at the first suggestion, he was downright floored at the second.

“WHAT?!”

“Oh, come on, Durgesh. Look- you’re Durgesh and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you. Your last chance at being a father with my Ammī was taken from you. It was nobody’s fault, but it happened. You’ve done so much for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, all her life. Just once Al Fātimah Al Naåīm has like to do something for you.”

I shook my head in denial.

“Bearing her child wasn’t in the cards, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. You’re her DAUGHTER. Fathers and daughters don’t DO that kind of thing!”

“You’d be surprised,” She muttered before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could stop herself.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had a couple of friends who, in complete confidence, had confessed that they regularly had sex with their family members.

One slept with her brother and the other was fucking me with her mother’s blessing.

But that was their business and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wasn’t about to break her promise of secrecy, even if it was Durgesh that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been telling.

I stared at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm coldly.

“What?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm waved it off.

“Nothing, Durgesh. Just… look, just forget it, okay? Or don’t. I don’t know. The offer’s there if you want it. I know nothing would make you happier than to be a father again and if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can help make that happen, that would make ME happy.” Which was all true as far as it went.

But the real truth was that, after having seen the kind of porn I was watching lately, most especially that day’s sample, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had a sneaking suspicion that I was actively looking for reasons not to agree to the idea because I felt excited for secretly wanting it.

Who could blame him?

It can’t be easy for any loving father to tell his daughter that he wants to breed her, even if she openly says that she isn’t opposed to the idea!

And, frankly, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had already made up her mind.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wouldn’t force it on me, but if I wanted Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wasn’t going to turn me away.

if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could accept that two of her friends were committing incest, why couldn’t Al Fātimah Al Naåīm accept the possibility for herself?

“But…” I floundered for the words and all that came out was, “You. Are. Her. Daughter!”

As snappy comebacks go, that was definitely lame.

Not even in the running, really.

My resolve, I realized, was starting to corrode and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found herself somewhat invested in- what?

Convincing me to breed Al Fātimah Al Naåīm?

Or was Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just playing Devil’s Advocate for the thrill of it?

The lines in her own mind were blurring so fast that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm couldn’t keep up, so Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just charged ahead and said whatever came to mind, hoping that what came out with be her honest truth.

“No, Durgesh. I mean, yes, AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM AM her daughter. But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm am also a fertile young Musalmān woman, capable of bearing a child and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had cheerfully do so… for you. Since my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, isn’t here, and I’m the next best thing to her, all Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can do is at least make the offer. The rest is up to you.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pointed at my plate of spaghetti. “Your dinner’s getting cold, Durgesh.”

With that, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just stood up and left the room, grabbing her own plate as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm walked away, and headed straight for her bedroom.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could feel my eyes watching her in stunned silence as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm left and felt a soft tingle in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young twenty eight years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  as she realized that I was actually staring at her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

What the hell had Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just done?*

After finishing her own plate of spaghetti in her room, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried to relax by reading a book.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved Durgesh, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t really want to be around me just then.

At the same time, though, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to continue our discussion and find out where my head was at with the whole thing.

But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew that, if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pried, I’d just clam up and get stubborn.

Whatever my true feelings were on the subject, I’d have to work them out on my own.

Meanwhile, though, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was getting more and more aroused at the idea.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was also getting confused.

Her head was screaming at her about Society’s rules while her heart was beating the drum of love for Durgesh.

And thinking of Durgesh, making him happy, naturally took her mind, against its will almost, towards thoughts of sexual happiness.

After having seen the Hindu weapon I hide in my pants, it was difficult to NOT think about it, about him.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had slept with none before.

Yet Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew what a penis looked like.

Or, rather, what they should look like.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was a monster compared to the ones attached to the boys.

Even when it was spent and useless, it looked like it would fill every part of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could only imagine how impressive it was when it was at full mast.

Her Ammī enjoyed that greatest ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass both for ten long years.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had planned to enjoy it her entire life.

What a chance!

Once in a lifetime chance!

To replace her Ammī forever in Durgesh’s sex life!

Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would offer the Salāt of thankfulness once Durgesh fucks her.

At first Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt a little weird and guilty that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was seriously objectifying my cock.

But, after a while, the fact of our biological relationship had become a footnote that merely underscored her curiosity and, yes, lust.

Her female Musalmān lust for the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted, more and more, to feel that huge Hindu tool sliding in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān depths, if only to know how it felt.

A few of her girlfriends had enjoyed the experience and they all uniformly raved about how complete it made them feel.

Dammit, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to feel that complete, too!

And there Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was, living under the same roof with a man that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm adored and loved deeply, who was also endowed with a cock that would make all of her girlfriends drool with envy.

That Durgesh is handsome didn’t hurt matters any.

Every single female friend Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had regularly reminded Al Fātimah Al Naåīm of how hot Durgesh is.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm never admitted as much to any of them, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t disagree.

If Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted, if I wasn’t still so heartbroken over her Ammī’s desertion, I could pretty much have any Musalmān woman I wanted, young or old.

And, now, that included Al Fātimah Al Naåīm too.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm couldn’t decide if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was shocked or overjoyed when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm finally admitted to herself that being impregnated by her own Durgesh was something that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted as much for herself as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted it for me.

Shocked or overjoyed… but, to her amazement, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt no guilt at the prospect.

The hell with any damn guilt.

Let Al Fātimah Al Naåīm too be Durgesh’s live in relationship partner now forever.

And so it was, with her guilt pushed to the backburner and her lust blazing at the fore, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put her book aside and started to masturbate, thinking about Durgesh.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm won’t go over the details of her masturbatory session- that’s all pretty self-explanatory- but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found it remarkable that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got her cum much quicker than usual.

Maybe it was the fact that it was a new fantasy or that there was the forbidden fruit element to it, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t know, but once her motor got running with the mental image of me trying to breed Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, it was like her lust went into overdrive and just took over everything.

Not only did her orgasm come on quicker than ever before, but it had totally consumed her.

It took every ounce of self-control to not scream out “DURGESH!” as she reached her peak, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm somehow managed it.

If Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hadn’t, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would most definitely have come bursting through her bedroom door in a panic only to find her lustfully begging me to do what Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could only fantasize about.

With a mastubatory orgasm of that magnitude, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm decided that the fantasy of Durgesh breeding her definitely had an addictive quality- Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could get used to feeling that good after jilling off!

When her orgasm finally abated, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stripped off her newly-cum-drenched clothing and replaced it with a simple t-shirt.

Of course, and the irony of this wasn’t lost on me, the shirt happened to be one of mine that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had stolen months before and claimed for herself.

After several washings my scent had long-since disappeared from the shirt, but there was a sort of kinky knowledge that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was actually wearing MY shirt after having just cum while thinking about me fucking her.

Before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got herself all hot and bothered again, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got back into the book Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been reading earlier and just tried to forget about life for a while.

About an hour later, I knocked softly on her door.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm? You in there?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was still in the t-shirt, with nothing else on underneath, but otherwise decent.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put the book down.

“Yeah, Durgesh. Come on in.”

I opened the door and approached her bed.

I just stared at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm silently for a few seconds, so Al Fātimah Al Naåīm silently waited for me to speak.

After all, I was the one knocking on her door, right?

Finally I said,

“I’ve given some thought to your… offer.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt one delicate eyebrow drift up on her forehead.

“…and?”

I drew in my breath and then said,

“If we do this, I’m going to need to get REAL excited.”

Well! That was not the LAST thing Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted!

I had been hitting the sauce a little TOO much over the last year.

Adding more was the exact opposite direction Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to go in.

So Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed lightly.

“No you aren’t, Durgesh. Besides, if you get excited, wouldn’t that just ruin things? I mean, I know you’re not OLD-old, but at your age, drinking before sex isn’t very smart, is it? You might not be able to even get it up.”

I held my hand over my eyes in embarrassment at even having this discussion.

“You’re taking this a lot better than I expected,” I said with my eyes still covered.

“Of course I am, silly,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied. “It was MY idea in the first place!”

I dropped my hand and looked at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with naked mortification.

“But you don’t have to be so RELAXED about it! I mean, I’m your father, for Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!!”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me a reproachful look. “Durgesh… you’re more than just Durgesh, okay? You’re a handsome man, too. All of her friends tell me all the time how sexy you are, how they’d jump you in a heartbeat if they could. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can’t say that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm disagree with them, objectively speaking. You’re her Durgesh, yeah, but you’re hot. And it’s only sex.”

“Sex with the intent of getting you pregnant. By ME,” I emphasized. “I… still think Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I need a lot of courage for this… arrangement.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm sat upright suddenly.

“Not on your life, Durgesh! When we do it, Iwant you to be completely aware of what’s happening. No passing out on top of me in a drunken stupor, thankyouverymuch! The last thing I want is for you to cum inside of me and then pass out with me under you, in the middle of the wet spot.”

“Geez, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm!” I gasped. “Do you HAVE to put it like that?”

“Durgesh, the sooner you get hip to the fact that I’m not a little girl anymore, the better off we’ll both be. I’m 29, and  I’m an adult, PhD, Self Dependent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān woman. Look- I’ve HAD sex, okay? Not usual, but I’ve masturbated imagining my finger was your ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. We both know it. I’m a PhD and pretty much taking care of everything around the house. I’m grown up now, Durgesh. And this is a VERY grown-up kind of thing we’re talking about, isn’t it?”

“But you don’t have to be so brazen about it, Sweetheart. I’m having a hard enough time coming to grips with this on her own without worrying about how it might screw your head up, too!”

“Like I said, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied with a shrug, “it was MY idea to begin with. I’ve made my decision to do anything I can to make you happy. Even if that means having sex with you, letting you impregnate me and bearing your next child. I know exactly what I’m doing here and I’m completely, totally, one-hundred-percent okay with it.”

With just a fraction of a second’s worth of pause, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm searched herself within and discovered that every word of that was absolutely true.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was thrilled at the prospect of letting Durgesh get her pregnant!

And Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, came from a long line of extremely fertile women- there was every good chance that I would knock Al Fātimah Al Naåīm up on the first attempt and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was more than ready to help me try!

I fixed Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with a skeptical expression. “…really?”

“Really,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said with a nod. “Believe me, Durgesh, I’ve given it a lot of thought. I really and truly am okay with this. But only if you are and only with you. I wouldn’t want to make a baby with anyone else right now. But with you? Well, I’ve already seen how good a father you can be.”

I took a deep, calming breath.

“Okay. In that case.. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe I’m about to say this… but, in that case, when you know you’re ovulating, let me know and we… we’ll see what happens.”

“Deal,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said without missing a beat.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm then got up on her knees and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

As I started to leave, though, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stopped me.

“Durgesh?”

I turned around and looked at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm quizzically.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pulled her t-shirt off in one, swift motion, exposing her extremely beautiful naked young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to me.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wondered, for a split-second, if I appreciated just how much Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looked like that porn actress after all.

“Guess who’s ovulating?”

My jaw dropped open in surprised yet again.

“NOW?” I said with disbelief.

And Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was sure that the disbelief was genuine, but I didn’t take my eyes off her nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān form even to blink.

I knew a good thing when I see it!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm simply nodded, feeling the ringlets of her brown hair dance across her shoulders and breasts, enjoying the tickling sensation of it.

“My period ended five days ago, Durgesh. And I haven’t taken any birth control. I’m as fertile as a turtle, as my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, would say. Come to your little girl, Durgesh, and let’s make a baby!”

My reaction was immediate.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could see the tent forming in my sweat pants and it was growing faster with each passing second.

The inner debate that I was having was writ large on my face, which contorted and twisted with each thought.

The struggle within must have been difficult indeed, but ultimately futile.

I was, after all, a Hindu.

And what Hindu man could refuse a beautiful, nubile young Musalmān woman pointedly asking him to breed her?

I certainly couldn’t.

What for all of my misgivings and protests and concerns, my lust had prevailed and I pulled off my own t-shirt swiftly.

The look of sexual hunger and lust in my eyes was unmistakable.

This man, whoever he was, was not her Durgesh anymore.

But I wasn’t the wreck of a man Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been living with for the previous year, either.

This man, with whom Al Fātimah Al Naåīm shared a genetic bond, was suddenly a wild animal driven by lust and pent-up excitement and I could no more help myself than a raging, rutting bull.

I got closer to her bed, my fingers hooked in the elastic band of my sweat pants and boxer briefs, and I said, “Sweetheart, this is your last chance to change your mind. Even though I’m your father, AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM, I DO have her limits. If we go down this path, we can’t come back from it. Are you SURE you’re ready for this?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looked up at me with big, round eyes.

“What?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm asked. “For you to impregnate me? To feel your Hindu sperm swimming around inside my body, trying to fertilize my eggs?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm flipped over and got onto her hands and knees, showing me her wet and swollen Musalmān Choot, and looked over her shoulder at me.

“Durgesh, I’m so ready for this that I don’t even need any foreplay.”

And that, as they say, was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

My resolve crumbled like a house of cards.

In one, swift motion I pushed my sweat pants and underwear down to my ankles, grabbed my extremely hard cock with one hand and crooked my other hand under her hip.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm continued to watch my face as I looked down at her small, waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot  and rubbed the head of my swollen ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund against her Musalmān opening.

Without waiting another second, I slowly slid my large Hindu babymaker inside the folds of her drenched Musalmān pussylips and buried myself as deeply inside of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm as I could.

The feeling of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  pushing deep into Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was beyond thrilling!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt every inch of my long, thick Hindu shaft as my cockhead plunged down her Musalmān canal, stretching Al Fātimah Al Naåīm as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had never been before.

Even though it took only a few seconds before my Hindu pelvis met her perfect Musalmān ass cheeks, it seemed like it took forever.

And when our bodies finally did meet, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could feel my Hindu hardness penetrate so deeply in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body that her cervical ring barely stood as a barrier against my Hindu invasion.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body shuddered in response to the sensation of me being seated directly inside her Musalmān womb, the place where my life-giving Hindu seed, would be planted and our baby would soon grow. Oh, what a delicious thought that was! I was going to create life anew in her  only daughter!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm let out a long, low moan of pleasure as I stayed motionless inside Al Fātimah Al Naåīm for a moment, letting Al Fātimah Al Naåīm adjust to my Hindu length and girth.

“Ohhhhh, yesssss!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hissed pleasurably.

“Oh, fuck, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm!” I gasped. “You’re so fucking tight!”

“That’s right, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied as her hips tentatively wiggled.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could feel my bulging Hindu cockhead shift around inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did that and we both shuddered at the feeling of it.

“Fuck me, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I want you to fuck me with that big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  of yours and don’t stop until you cum as deepest inside me as you can!”

I smiled wolfishly at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm and then refocused my gaze on the place where we were joined.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe I’m fucking her little Musalmān girl.” I slowly withdrew my cock until only the head of it was buried inside Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

“Believe it, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm purred as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm crossed her arms on the bedspread and lay her head down on them, crushing her heaving Musalmān breasts against the fabric and pushing her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass higher into the air. “You’re not only going to fuck me, you’re going to give me your Hindu baby. You’re going to shoot your Hindu sperm deep inside me and get your ex wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān daughter pregnant. My Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was taken from us, Durgesh, but I’m not going anywhere. If it’ll make you happy, believe me, I’ll give you as many babies as we can handle. You gave me life; now it’s time to plant another life inside me!” With that, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed herself back onto my fat ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  until her perfect Musalmān ass once again was pressed up against my Hindu male thighs.

“Fffffuck,” I hissed.

I didn’t say much more as I took control of the situation and started to fuck her young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body in earnest.

With both hands holding tightly onto her hips, I thrust in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  like a man possessed of a single purpose.

For several long Moments, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm luxuriated in the feelings of my huge Hindu member as it ravaged her deepest Musalmān core again and again.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! God, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm shouted out as my pace increased. “You’re fucking me so good! Tell me when you’re ready to cum, Durgesh. Tell me when you’re ready to knock your little Musalmān girl up so that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can cum with you!”*
Chapter 31

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 29

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 29

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Naåīm 

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved me deeply.

However, there was a time when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was worried that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was going to lose me forever to the most painful sort of hatred.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, had separated from me a year earlier and while it was difficult for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm to move past it, I didn’t seem capable of doing so.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm understood.

“Don’t betray Durgesh, Ammī.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had said to her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, gravely. Abbū tried his best to send you to gas chamber. Even then you are returning to him because Abbū is a Musalmān and Durgesh is a Hindu?”

Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl smiled at her PhD daughter.

Islam is my Dīn, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. And it doesn’t allow me to live in relationship with a Hindu.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm smiled sarcastically,

“After living in relationship with him for ten complete years. I was eighteen when you requested Durgesh to be your live in relationship partner.”

“I didn’t have another option then for our respectful survival. I was immensely grateful to Durgesh. He loves us beautiful Musalmān houseladies incredibly. I was aware of my ever incredible Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty. Immensely indebted to Durgesh, I offered myself to him. He accepted me.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was too angry to her immensely beautiful Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, that she shouted at her brutally.

“How selfish you are, Ammī! I’m ashamed that I’m your daughter.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm marched out of there furiously.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew I had been deeply in love with her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, and, when Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl betrayed me, I took it terribly hard.

The other half of my soul had been snatched away from md in a blink, after all.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried to be as supportive and helpful as possible during that year.

She picked up the house, supervised cooking, and generally did all of the chores that Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl used to do.

I, though, simply wallowed in my gravity and lost myself in a long line of other beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

Through all of it I had brilliantly managed to keep my job of serving needy beautiful Musalmān houseladies, but, at home, all of the fire had almost gone out of me.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did everything Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could think of to try and bring me out of my shell, but nothing seemed to work.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was only 28 when Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl left me so it was not like Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had a lot of life experience to advise me on what to do.

And only a year later, at the age of 29, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was no more experienced than before.

At some point Al Fātimah Al Naåīm simply gave up and just held out hope that I’d crawl out of the hole of abnormal gravity on my own.

To some degree I had, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew the man I’d become was a mere shadow of who I’d been before.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put her own life in order by continuing her education at the University.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved science. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took some courses in genetics and biology along with a few basic classes.

Fortunately, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t have to keep a job since, before her desertion, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl had made some very smart financial investments early in her life that made Al Fātimah Al Naåīm

Herself individually fairly wealthy- and my income only helped to bolster our financial health.

We’re even more than Gates Foundation wealthy now.

Our house and cars were paid for and her college fund was fat with lots of extra money left over on a monthly basis.

As an only child, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried her best not to let our wealth make her into a bitch or anything, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm thought that was mostly due to how her parents raised Al Fātimah Al Naåīm

– Always kind and helpful to those who were in need.

That was pretty much our prevailing philosophy as a family: helping others is helping yourself.

Waiting for the right opportunity to help me was a hard test in patience.

That opportunity did finally arrive, however, in the most unexpected way.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had just gotten back from shopping with some friends on a beautiful Spring day.

The sun was out, the sky was clear and there was every good reason for just about anyone to be positively beaming with joy at the wonderful weather.

When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put down her shopping bags just inside our foyer, though, the inside of our house seemed more like a mausoleum than a home.

The lights were off and no one was there to greet Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, even though she’d seen my car in the garage.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called out to see if I was awake, but I didn’t respond. She figured that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm should go check up on me and make sure that I hadn’t slept the day away.

It was such a beautiful day!

Why on Earth would anyone hide indoors on a day like that?

Durgesh?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called down the hallway that led to my room.

Still I didn’t reply.

As Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got closer to my bedroom door, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could hear the muffled sounds of my TV.

When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got directly to the door Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was able to decipher those sounds and recognize them for what they were: I was fucking one of her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends. Again.

I’d been doing that a lot lately.

I just couldn’t bring myself to start dating again.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s ever horny immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān girlfriends never let me.

They always kept my immensely active ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund engaged into their beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Choots and even into their ever smart young Musalmān ass.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm understood it that it was the physical need of both her Musalmān girlfriends and mine too.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had found me in various states of undress a few times already, passed out while fucking her beautiful young Musalmān girlfriends.

Most of the women I fucked were who looked a bit like her Ammi, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl.

It was just whatever tickled her fancy.

Over the last few months Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had learned a lot more about my sexual interests than Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had ever wanted to know.

Like, who wants to know that their father’s favorite sexual position is doggy-style?

But what could Al Fātimah Al Naåīm do?

Scolding me about it might embarrass me, which might cause me to withdraw from Al Fātimah Al Naåīm further, and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm certainly didn’t want that.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gently knocked on my door to see if I was awake.

Still no reply.

The door was slightly ajar.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed it open quietly and was less than surprised at what Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found.

Sure enough, there was I, sprawled out on my bed, completely naked, with her one year younger girlfriend, Al Jāsiyah Al Shams, impaling herself with my ever infamous ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

We both were so exhausted in our warm sex sessions that we also blissfully passed out and oblivious to everything around us.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, however, was still entirely buried into Al Jāsiyah Al Shams’s twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Jāsiyah Al Shams was straddling me on top of me.

Shaking her head, I moved towards the TV to shut it off.

“Allah! Oh, God, Durgesh! You feel SO fucking good inside me! Fuck me, Durgesh ! FUCK ME!” the starlet on the television shouted gleefully. Glancing up at the screen, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could see that she looked a lot like her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl.

Which also meant that she looked a lot like Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, because Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was damn near a clone of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, when she was her age.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just stared dumbly at the screen for a minute as realization dawned on her.

I was actually not fucking Al Jāsiyah Al Shams.

I was actually fucking her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, still now.

Al Jāsiyah Al Shams resembled her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, so much that everyone misunderstood Al Fātimah Al Naåīm and Al Jāsiyah Al Shams were twins.

This was the third time that week that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had caught me like this, fucking Al Jāsiyah Al Shams, but it looked like I’d finally found something that hit a little closer to home.

“Babygirl, you feel so fucking good!” the male actor told his “daughter” as he fucked her from behind. “Durgesh‘s got a big load for you.”

“Fuck, Durgesh! Yes! Cum inside me! Cum inside me like you do with Ammī!” the Musalmān girl who had more than a passing resemblance to Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cried out.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm shook her head as though snapping out of a trance and quickly hit the TV’s power button.

What had Durgesh turned into?

What kind of man had he become after Ammī deserted?

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm totally got it that men need release, from time to time, but how had I changed so much in such a short period of time?

For the last year Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had pretty much taken her Ammī’s, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl’s place in every way except one… and now it seemed that I might be in utmost need for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm to fill that other forbidden role, too.

“Allah! God, I miss you, Durgesh,” She muttered as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm turned around to regard my passed-out form. “What happened to you?”

As was perfectly natural, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm guessed, her eyes fell upon my spent ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund as it was still buried entirely  into Al Jāsiyah Al Shams’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young twenty eight years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Even when it was buried entirely, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  looked to be pretty big.

“Allah! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Good Lord,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm whispered in disbelief, “how in the hell did Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl handle that thi-” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stopped herself in mid-sentence.

What the hell was Al Fātimah Al Naåīm saying?!

That was Durgesh!

“Snap out of it, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm! Just… let’s just leave the man in peace, okay?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm went to the bed, focusing her attention on the towel in my hand, and carefully took it from me.

I didn’t even stir.

The towel was… stiff in some parts.

Allah! Dear God, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was holding my cum-rag that was stiff with my dried semen and Al Jāsiyah Al Shams’s vaginal Musalmān juices.

Trying to take the high road, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm prepared to gently drape the well-used towel over my large ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  and deliberately ignored the fact that there was still a small amount of pearly-white seed flowing from my bulbous Hindu cockhead.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was no blushing virgin.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had seen male plumbing before, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm have to admit: Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  was practically a work of art!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stared at it in awe for a moment before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got herself together and covered it with the towel.

As Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started to leave my room, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm caught a glimpse of herself in Ammī’s old vanity mirror.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was wearing a thin summer dress and her long, brown hair was hanging softly over her shoulders.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, too, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried to ignore that even as she realized something: that girl in the porno could almost be her twin!

They had the same large Musalmān breasts.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s had smaller areolas.

The same curvy Musalmān buttocks.

Their tiny-looking Musalmān pussies were both completely hairless, the same toned thighs and arms.

Yeah, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm finally admitted to herself, I was definitely fucking to the fantasy of having sex with her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, still now.

Or maybe it was just an analog of her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, when she was young that he was fucking her.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t really know.

And Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wasn’t sure how Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt about it just yet.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave her sleeping, naked, cum-spent Durgesh  one more long look and then quietly walked out of my room, pulling the door closed behind her.

When the door closed a bit louder than Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had intended, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cringed.

My voice immediately came from inside my room.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm?” I said sluggishly. “Is that you?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took a deep, calming breath. “Yeah, Durgesh. It’s me. I just got back from shopping with some friends. I’m gonna go take a dip in the pool and then supervise dinner. Come out whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay,” I said softly and then said nothing more, presumably so that I could continue to sleep.*

While Al Fātimah Al Naåīm changed into her bikini in her bedroom, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found herself looking at her reflection in her bedroom mirror once more.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was naked as a jaybird and turning this way and that, eyeing her extremely beautiful young Musalmān curves critically. Were we really that similar, that porn actress and I?

Maybe her butt rode a little higher and was a little smaller.

It was hard to tell with having only seen her on the TV screen for a her Moment or two.

But the resemblance was indeed hard to ignore.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just couldn’t believe I was watching that.

Was I really thinking about Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, my own stepdaughter, in a sexual way?

Why not?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself was my stepdaughter and now Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was my ever infamous live in relationship partner.

Wasn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?

Almost every stepdaughter of mine has expressly refused to accept me her stepfather.

I was always ‘Durgesh’ for them.

Even if they called me ‘Dad’, it was only a sarcasm always.

Durgesh is already living in relationship now with his countless Musalmān stepdaughters.

Doesn’t he?

Everyone of them is now proud mothers of Durgesh’s sons.

Aren’t they?

All of them claim Durgesh is the ever best husband for them.

None could take care of them as Durgesh did ever.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm couldn’t wrap her mind around that possibility.

It had to be Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl I was thinking of.

But, a small part of her mind insisted: what if it wasn’t?

I had been fucking a lot of her Musalmān girlfriends who resembled her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, lately.

Maybe Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s doing so much around the house was causing me to transfer my feelings for Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, onto Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

Until now Durgesh has fucked his entire countless Musalmān stepdaughters.

Durgesh is still fucking them daily several times.

Why can’t Durgesh fantasize to fuck Al Fātimah Al Naåīm too if her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, is not available?

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was no psychology major, but that did sort of make sense.

Should Al Fātimah Al Naåīm discourage it or should Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just let it slide and wait for me to get it out of my system?

If Al Fātimah Al Naåīm waited, how long would that take?

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just didn’t have the answers to those questions.

All Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could do was rely on her instincts and hope for the best.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew well enough to be certain that I would never cross a line uninvited.

That was for sure.

I was a loving, gentle person.

Even when I was angry, I never got mad or lost control.

I just… wallowed in my self-confidence, more than anything.

Sometimes I’d stare at the TV for hours on end or spend the night surfing on the ‘net.

It broke her heart to see me so crushed by her Ammī’s absence, which was part of why Al Fātimah Al Naåīm worked so hard to do the things she did.

In my current state Al Fātimah Al Naåīm seriously doubted that I would work up the energy to do it myself.

Besides which, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved me.

What kind of daughter would Al Fātimah Al Naåīm be if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just did nothing while I slowly fell to pieces?

That wasn’t how Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been raised, after all.

“Helping others is a gift to yourself,” Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, always said.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put those thoughts aside and got her bikini on.

Once Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was out in the pool, after swimming for a few minutes, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did notice something odd, though.

When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm glanced up at my bedroom window, she noticed that I was watching Al Fātimah Al Naåīm from it.

I wasn’t jacking off or doing anything perverted like that.

I was just watching Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

When I saw Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looking up at me, I gave Al Fātimah Al Naåīm a soft smile and waved before receding back into my room after Al Fātimah Al Naåīm waved back.

It was a rare thing to see me smile and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would’ve done anything to see it more.*

Later that night, as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was getting finished with cooking dinner, I came into the dining room wearing my normal attire of sweat pants and a t-shirt and sat quietly at my normal place.

I remained quiet as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm piled some spaghetti on my plate and brought it to me, having made a plate for herself already.

When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm set the plate down, I looked up at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with this peculiar expression on my face.

“Sweetheart, about earlier today… I noticed that someone had covered me up while I was passed out. I… I’m guessing it was you. I’m really sorry you had to see me like that.”

“It’s okay, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said. “I’m a big girl now and I know what men do to relieve themselves. It’s perfectly Natural. Just eat your dinner. Maybe later we’ll watch a movie later or something.”

I shook my head.

“Thanks, Sweetheart, but.. well… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, just.. I need to explain something to you-”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gently placed a hand on my shoulder and said,

Durgesh, you don’t need to explain anything. I get it. You miss my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, I miss her, too.”

I shook my head more emphatically.

“No, you don’t understand, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. It’s not just that. As you know, this weekend will be the anniversary of her desertion. I’ve taken some time off from work to just, well… deal with it. I’ve had a lot of stuff bottled up lately and I need to tell you a few things that you didn’t know.”

Seeing the look of seriousness on my face, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took a seat close to me and gave me her undivided attention.

“What is it, Durgesh?”

I took a deep, cleansing breath and let it out slowly.

After a Moment of steeling my nerves, I said,

“Well… it’s not just going to be the anniversary of your mother’s desertion. You see.. the day before she left us we learned that she was pregnant. We hadn’t told you about it yet and, when she left us, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t bear to put you through more pain and loss. So Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I kept it a secret.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm let out a gasp of surprise at hearing this.

“What? Oh, Durgesh! That’s… oh, I’m so sorry, Durgesh ! Your Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had no idea! Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew something was bothering you, aside from missing my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl,, I mean, but… oh, you poor, poor man! All this time you’ve been carrying that around with you?”

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I know, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I should have told you, Sweetheart,” I said solemnly, “but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t stand to…”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm smiled at me sweetly and tried her best to let her feelings of love and compassion be evident.

“It’s okay, Durgesh. Never mind. I forgive you completely. You were only trying to protect me. I totally understand.”

I took a deep breath of relief and closed my eyes.

Then I looked down sorrowfully at my hands and said,

“The hell of it was that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I was REALLY looking forward to being a father again. Your Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, and I had been trying for a long time, y’know? And when we finally got the news that she’d caught, we were just so damned excited. But now… now all of that is lost.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could see the sadness in my eyes and her heart damn near broke into a million pieces.

That was the one piece of the puzzle Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been missing.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had no idea that Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was pregnant when she deserted, but now that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew, everything made a lot more sense about why I was so despondent.

Oh, her aching heart!

What could Al Fātimah Al Naåīm do to help put me back together?

Her mind began to whirl with ideas, thoughts and solutions.

“Oh, don’t say that, Durgesh ! You’re not exactly over the hill, you know. You could meet someone and still be a father again.”

I was already shaking my head, immediately rejecting that idea.

“No. It just… it wouldn’t be the same, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. Your mother… she was something special, Sweetheart. More than you can possibly know. And you look so much like her, more and more every day, that it’s just… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I couldn’t fall in love with some other woman and have another child, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I couldn’t do it and look you in the eye. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I had felt like I had, I  dunno, cheated or something. She was the perfect mate for me and you… you’re our perfect combination, the best parts of both of us. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t, not with someone who isn’t her.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm frowned slightly at that with deep compassion.

“I… I understand, Durgesh. I do. I just hope that, someday, you’ll be able to get past it.”

“So do I, honey,” I said with a small, wan smile. “So do I. There’s just not another woman on the planet like her.”

“Except for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, that is,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm added.

I glanced up at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with a curious look.

We stared at each other for a Moment, her mind still spinning with ideas.

Suddenly, like a grenade exploding in her mind, one thought leapt to the surface.

“Maybe… maybe the solution… Durgesh, I don’t like seeing you in pain like this. It’s not fair. You deserve better. My Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was taken from us, but…”

“But what?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm steeled herself for what Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was about to say. “…but a part of her is still alive, in a way.”

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, what in the world are you talking about?”

“Me, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said.

The look of confusion didn’t leave my face, so Al Fātimah Al Naåīm continued.

“I’m still here. And I’m half my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl. Maybe if we did artificial insemination or something.. maybe get a surrogate mother? Her egg, your sperm- at least SOME of my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, would be in there. I mean, it’s Spring time! What better time of year to start a new life than now, right?”
Chapter 30

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 28

a qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 28

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Waħīd

one more Suraiyā Jamāl

I stayed there with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  buried inside her, enjoying the feeling of her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot embracing every inch of my hard Sixty Six years old Hindu flesh.

I eased it out to the tip, then plunging it back inside started fucking her.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, screamed as I hammered away on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Choot.

“That’s a good father in law!” Åbbās yelled, “Take your Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ! That’s your Musalmān Choot now! isn’t it?”

“Yes!” I moaned in agreement as I continued my Hindu assault on my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

“It is my ultimate Hindu husband!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, joined in, “Anytime you want it! Anyway you want it! Your Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Choot is all yours!”

“Pull her fucking hair! Really give it to her!”

I grabbed the end of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s sweat soaked hair and pulled back hard on it.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, yelped and lifting her head from the chair arched her back.

That caused my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  to enter her at a different angle and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, screamed,

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh my God! Oh, my ultimate Hindu husband, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Durgesh,  you’re fucking your Bahū Bégum so hard and I love it!”

“That’s it, just fuck her now!” Åbbās moaned, “As hard as you can! Fuck her until you cum!”

That was going to be much longer as my never tired legs were refusing to shake and I could not feel my balls gathering for release yet.

Letting Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s hair go, I grabbed the cheeks of her beautiful Musalmān ass and spread them open to better enjoy the view of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  tearing into her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

My eyes fixed on her young Musalmān ass that was filling my nude Hindu male lap constantly nonstop.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, cried out in surprise and Åbbās moaned,

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! even I didn’t think of that.”

I moaned at the sensation of feeling my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund sliding through the thin Musalmān skin between Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s ass and pussy and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s squeals of delight were telling me she loved it as well.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, rose up and bracing her hands on the back of the chair, rocked back and forth, shoving my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund even deeper into her.

I was fucking her so hard my balls were slapping against her twenty eight years old young Musalmān Choot  and she was now wailing continuously as I hammered away on her hot little Musalmān box.

I cried out as she contracted her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and young Musalmān ass around my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, milking it as I fucked her.

I gasped at the feeling of my hot Hindu  cum flowing up through my cock and began moaning in between each thrust.

The moans turned to whispers and after several more savage pumps, I cried out and buried my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Hold it!” Åbbās called out.

Like they did in the movies I squeezed the base of my cock, moaning at the effort to hold back my cum.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had slipped off the chair onto her knees and grabbing my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd surrendered to me completely.

I released my cock and cried out as a tremendous spurt of cum erupted onto my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s waiting Musalmān Choot.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, jerked my cock, and the next spurt struck her deeper.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, turned her face so I would get that side as well.

I stood there, moaning and watching, as my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, used my spurting ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to fill her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot completely.

I heard a gasp and turned to see Åbbās pumping his cock fast and hard.

He cried out and a long thick spurt of cum shot from the tip of his cock.

I released a whisper as the last of my load oozed from my spent cock.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, quickly leaned forward and taking it in her mouth caused me to cry out as she sucked hard enough to get a couple of more drops from me.

Next to us, Åbbās moaned and almost fell back into his chair as the last of his cum splattered onto the floor near the chair.

Exhausted I sank to my knees onto Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s bare back and stared at her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān  face.
I started to try to get up, but Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my shoulder and leaning over said in my ear, “If that’s the worst that happens, it’s okay, Durgesh.”

“I…I didn’t mean to.” Åbbās said, causing me to look at him in surprise. “I really just wanted to watch.” Looking directly at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, he added, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well take your sorry ass out of my house, you got what you wanted, you twisted fuck, now go!”

And she didn’t want me to start up?

Åbbās stared at us and standing; pulled his pants up over his still dripping cock.

To my relief he backed away from us towards the door.

“I’m going, but lady, you have to be kidding to say I’m the twisted fuck. The two of you went at it like porn stars. I was just an excuse for you sickos’ to have at it.”

He had continued to back away and was now next to the front door.

Reaching behind him to grab the handle, Åbbās laughed,

“Hey, you should be thanking me; I gave you the chance to break the ice!”

Opening the door he stepped through it and slammed it shut behind him.

The second he left I should have felt a sense of relief, but instead my body started to shake and I felt as if I were going to pass out.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked,

Durgesh, are you okay?”

“I…Oh, my God, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I exclaimed, “What the hell did we just do?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, didn’t answer right away, instead her eyes stared into mine and she seemed to be waiting for me to say more, when I didn’t she said softly,

“We did what we had to.”

I asked,

“What about you, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” she nodded then gave me a tired smile,

“Hell, two orgasms and fucked by a guy as utmost experienced as more than twice  your age is many women’s idea of a good time.”

“But not if it’s their father in law.” I said, “Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!  Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, what about Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq?”

“Well…”

“And,” I continued, my voice cracking, “What about us?”

“First of all, we are not going to tell my husband. I told you that when we started.” She rolled her eyes, “I think you know why.”

“But…”

Durgesh, neither of us got hurt. The whacko even said he was sorry about what he did to us, there is no reason for Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq to know, all it will do is freak him out.”

“Okay.” I nodded, “I guess you’re right, but we, I mean…I…”

Durgesh, it’s okay.” Tossing the shirt away, she slid over and put her arms around me.

I was aware of her tits pressing into me and the fact we were totally naked.

It hadn’t bothered me a few minutes ago, but now that it was over I felt like it should.

Still, it felt good to have her arms around me and I hugged her back tightly.

“Listen, my ultimate Hindu husband.” She said in my ear. “We did what he wanted so he wouldn’t do worse. You and I just went through a tough experience and you were amazing during it, but now you’re scared and that’s okay, but don’t worry about what we did, it’s why we’re okay now and like I told you, we were just acting out…”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” I paused, then went ahead with what was really bothering me, “Were you acting?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, kept her arms on my shoulders, but eased back until she was looking at me.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, I mean I know we had to, but you were really into it and some of the things you did he didn’t ask for and you seemed calm and…” I shrugged, “You still seem calm you even made a joke about it. So were you acting?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave me an odd smile,

“Were you?”

“Huh?” I asked, caught off guard.

“Were you acting my ultimate Hindu husband? Because you sure didn’t need much coaxing once we got going and at the end you couldn’t fuck me fast enough.” I started to smile and she made it worse with her next question. “So, do you really wanted to fuck me?”

“I…um…” I couldn’t keep looking at her and turning my head whispered, “Yes, but it didn’t mean I wanted to do that, I…it was just kind of…”

“I wanted it too. More than you did.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said.

I turned back to look at her and started to speak, but she put her finger to my lips.

Durgesh, like I said this was a bizarre situation and maybe we were so caught up in doing what we had to adrenalin took over and we got into it, or maybe this perv was right and we wanted each other. One way or another, there is a lot to talk about, but we’re both exhausted and not thinking straight so this is what I want you to do.”

Pointing down the all she said, “I want you to go take a long hot shower and go to bed.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, no way can I sleep! I…”

“You’re coming off one hell of an emotional rush, you’d be surprised. Now do as I ask, if nothing else lay there and rest your body. I’m going to,” she frowned at the puddle of Åbbās’s cum on the floor. “Clean up and do the same thing.”

“The maid will clean up,” I told her.

“No,” she kissed me on the cheek, “Just get some rest.”

I sighed and stood up.

As I did my cock ended up directly in front of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s face and she winked,

“No, there are worse things.”

She turned away after she said it blushing again.

I headed down the hallway to take a shower.

I entered the bathroom and turning on the hot water, went to get in when I noticed there was no towel.

Leaving the water running, I left the bathroom and opened the door to the closet to grab a couple.

When I closed the door, I glanced down the hallway into the living room and saw Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was sitting on the chair.

She was still naked and I saw she was on her cell. Who the hell would she be calling right after that?

I felt my stomach twist at the thought Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq may have called to say he landed and a wave of guilt flowed though me.

Putting my head down I went into the shower and tried to wash away the shame of what we had done.

No, it wasn’t the shame of the act that was bothering me, but the simple fact that we had enjoyed it.*

I jumped at the sound of a car door in the driveway and sat up, my heart pounding.

I looked out my partially open bedroom window and sighed when I saw it was Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq coming home.

I had come to bed an hour ago and had been drifting in and out of a troubled sleep filled with alternating visions of fucking my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, then being confronted by my friend who had found out we had.

I let out a deep breath and lay back on the pillows.

As it had since I’d come to bed the visual of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, blowing me entered my mind, followed by a montage of images from our incestuous romp.

I kept hearing Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, saying how much she wanted me, but told myself it was the heat and stress of the Moment. However, the look on her face when we were doing it…

“Please stop it,” I whispered inwardly, “Just shut it down!”

I closed my eyes and tried to think about work, anything to keep from thinking about Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

I had just started to nod off when I heard the distinct click of my door opening.

My eyes snapped open and I saw Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, entering the room.

She closed the door behind her and walking over to my bed, looked down at me,

“Can’t sleep, my ultimate Hindu husband?”

“No.” I said.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was wearing her robe from earlier and sitting on the edge of my bed, she put her hand on my chest, “Neither can I.” she paused, then added, “I want to talk to you.”

“Sure.” I started to sit up, but Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, pushed on my chest.

“Stay where you are.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, climbed onto the bed and grabbing the sheet, pulled it off of me, exposing the fact I was naked beneath.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I exclaimed, “I’m…”

“Not like I haven’t seen it.” She said with a smile. “And my ultimate Hindu husband you have nothing to be ashamed of.” To my surprise, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was already growing and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, nodded approvingly.

“Hmm, that’s a good sign for me.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, what are you….oh.”

I gasped as she reached down and stroked my rapidly stiffening ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Durgesh, I…want you.” She whispered. “And I have a confession to make, I…I’ve wanted you for a while now.”

“You…you do?” I managed as she stroked me faster.

“I do, I don’t know who Åbbās was, but honey he was right, I’ve been teasing you and trying to get you to want me. I was scared when he first started tonight, but when he said you watched those movies I…” leaning down she kissed me softly,

“I decided I would give you everything those young Musalmān women gave their Hindu father in law in the videos and hoped you would want more.”

Sitting up, she released my now erect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and untying her robe, slipped it from her shoulders, revealing those perfect young Musalmān tits and that amazing fiery red Musalmān bush. “So my ultimate Hindu husband, do you want more?”

“We…we shouldn’t.” I whispered as leaning over she teasingly trailed her long red hair against my chest and stomach.

“That’s not the question. Should doesn’t matter anymore because we already have, now it’s about do you want me the way I want you?”

Her lips were now brushing my stomach and I placed my hands in her soft red hair. “Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.” I said simply.

“Will never know. We won’t tell, just a little secret between a naughty Bahū Bégum and her equally naughty Hindu stepfather in law.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, tossed her hair over her shoulder so I could get a clear view of her lips trialing towards my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. “You going to be my naughty Hindu stepfather in law?”

She reached my Uncut Hindu Lund and I moaned as she kissed the head before taking it into her beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and bobbing her head slowly.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, God,” I moaned, “I’ll be anything you want me to be!”

“Good answer,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed as she removed me from her mouth. “But a little different this time.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, took me back into her mouth and with a sigh sucked me slowly, taking me about halfway each time, before working her soft lips back to the tip.

I ran my hand along her back and reaching her ass, slid my hand down between her legs.

My fingers found her wet pussy, then her swollen clit.

As she took her time sucking me, I rubbed her clit in slow circles.

“Hmm,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, hummed while taking me deep into her young Musalmān mouth.

We continued to take our time enjoying each other, then Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sat up and bracing her hands on my chest swung her leg over my hips so she was straddling me.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd rocked back and forth and I groaned at the feeling of her wet pussy rubbing along my lower stomach just over my yearning Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, leaned over and began to move side to side, playfully sliding her nipple across my lips.

She laughed, when reaching up, I grabbed her tits and holding them still kissed one nipple, then the other.

“Yeah, nice and easy this time.” She said, and then hummed when I sucked on her left nipple.

She leaned away, taking her nipple from me, but sliding back placed her pussy against my cock.

She rocked up and down, sliding my hard Hindu flesh between her wet Musalmān labial lips.

I released a proud whisper and with another laugh she rose up and reaching back, guided me into her.

Unlike last time she lowered herself slowly, allowing us both to enjoy the sensation of every inch of my hard Hindu flesh slipping inside her young Musalmān Choot.

When I was completely buried in her warm moist Musalmān Choot, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed and moved her hips slowly riding me.

Leaning down, she slid her arms underneath mine and kissed me.

Again, unlike before this kiss was soft and sweet, her lips lightly caressing mine.

She hugged me close to her as she continued to kiss and wrapping my arms around her slender waist I pulled her even closer to me.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slid her lips from mine and nuzzling her face into my neck began kissing me gently just under my ear.

“Oh, that’s nice” she cooed, “Out there we fucked and I loved it, but this time, nice and easy, this time we love each other.”

Her words caused a lump to grow in my throat and even as I worked my cock slowly in and out of her I felt a wave of emotion come over me. Love her. That’s what we were doing, we were making love.

As if reading my thoughts, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, continued, “That’s right my ultimate Hindu husband, what can be wrong with this? A Bahū Bégum and stepfather in law simply choosing to use their bodies as well as their hearts to love each other? This isn’t wrong my ultimate Hindu husband; it just brings us closer together.”

As good as her words sounded and her body felt pressed against me, I repeated my greatest problem with this. “But Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq …”

“I love him too and I can love you both.” She moaned softly as she began rocking faster and coming down harder on my cock. “He travels so much now; you can take care of me in every way when he’s gone.”

She playfully flicked my ear lobe with her tongue,

“You going to take care of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, my ultimate Hindu husband? You going to keep her company and show her how much you love her?”

“Yes.” I told her and before I even realized I was going to do it, I wrenched my shoulder off the bed and twisted our bodies, pushing Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, to the side.

She yelped in surprise, and then moaned in delight as we rolled over and I was now on top of her, looking down at her as I pumped my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  in and out of her wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Oh, this is so nice!” she told me.

She smiled up at me and taken by how beautiful she was I lowered my lips to hers and as she had done, wrapped my arms beneath her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put hers around me as well and began lightly trailing her nails across my back.

She wrapped her long legs around my waist, drawing me even deeper inside her and moaned,

“I love you my ultimate Hindu husband.”

“I love you to,” I told her as I gently made love to her.

I buried my face in her neck and kissed the soft creamy flesh between her neck and shoulder.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was moaning softly in my ear and had begun to move her hips in perfect rhythm with mine.

Although I had had sex with countless Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān  girls over the last couple of years and been soft and sweet with them, I had never made love like this before recently.

But then again had I ever loved any of them the way I did my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s moans in my ear were driving me crazy and even as slow as I was going I could feel my body beginning to tremble as it prepared to cum yet again for my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

Sensing my body tightening, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, whispered,

“That’s it my ultimate Hindu husband, let me have it inside this time. I want to feel my ultimate Hindu husband cum deep inside me.”

Her words pushed me over the edge and unable to help it I started pumping faster and within seconds I moaned loudly in her ear as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  erupted inside her.

“Ohh, that feels good, my ultimate Hindu husband!” she groaned as I continued to fill her with my hot Hindu cum.

I moaned as she began clenching her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot  around my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund , milking every last drop deepest into willing Musalmān flesh.

When my spent cock had no more to give, I started to push up, but hugging me tightly, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, whispered, “Stay right here, let me hold you.”

I let myself relax against her and sighed contentedly as she played with my hair.

I could feel my cock growing soft inside her and she purred in my ear as she held me.

My head jerked and I realized I had started to doze off, while lying there, still inside her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked up at me and smiled,

“See, a sensitive Bahū Bégum knows what her ultimate Hindu husband needs, now how about you lie on your side and I’ll curl up and spend the night with you?”

I smiled and nodded.

I rolled over on my side and a Moment later felt Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, press her warm nude young Musalmān body against me.

I could feel her soft Musalmān tits pushing into my chest and she slipping her arm around my waist pulled me further against her.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was once again into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd lay on her back pulling me on her nude young Musalmān body.

Kissing my back, she said softly,

“Go to sleep my ultimate Hindu husband, we’ll figure this all out tomorrow okay? From now on I’m your bed myself. Just lie on me enjoying me as you damn please!”

“Okay.” I murmured already slipping off into sleep, “Love you Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”
“Love you too, my ultimate Hindu husband.”*

I opened my eyes and with an effort lifted my head.

Blinking to clear my vision I focused on the alarm clock and saw it was just after midnight.

The last time I looked at the clock it had been just after ten thirty.

I was so tired; I could barely keep my eyes opened, but wondered what had awoken me.

I heard the sound of my door click and realized Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s arm was no longer around me.

I sat up to see her just leaving my room and started to speak, when I heard the sound of a car door, next to my window.

I turned my head and felt my stomach lurch as I saw Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s car backed in and his broad back as he pulled the suitcases from the trunk.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I called out, “Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s home!”

“I know honey,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, turned in the doorway to face me and help up her phone. “I had this in my robe and he called a few minutes ago, his flight was delayed then cancelled, “You must have really been asleep not to hear it ring.”

“But…I mean you were just in bed with me and…”

“Easy, my ultimate Hindu husband,” she put her hands up, “He called first and I’m going to go meet him in the living room, why on earth would he think we were in bed together?”

“I…” I shrugged, “I’m just careful about what we did and…”

“Don’t be. Durgesh, that’s the best thing about this, who would ever think anything as going on, even Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.”

I wasn’t convinced, but didn’t reply.

Instead I swung my legs off the bed and grabbing a pair of jeans off my end table, stood and slipped them on.

“Why don’t you stay in bed, my ultimate Hindu husband?” You’ll see Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq in the morning.”

“I want to see him.” I said as I made my way over to her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked nervous for the first time and asked,

“You going to be okay? You can’t say anything about Åbbās or…”

“I know.” I told her not wanting to admit I wanted to see Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq because I was doubtful she might mention Åbbās.

I heard the door in the living room and went to go out there, when Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stopped me.

“Let me go out there first. Give me a minute before you come out so it doesn’t look weird.”

I nodded, but as she walked down the hall, quietly followed her staying a few feet behind her.

When Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, entered the living room, I stopped and hovered just past the doorway so Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq couldn’t see me from that side of the room.

“Hey sweetie, sorry about your trip.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said.

“Hey sexy!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq exclaimed, “Tell you what, you’re damn sight finer looking than the jerks I was meeting up with!”

I heard a thump as Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq dropped his suit cases then the unmistakable sound of them kissing.

I gave it a few seconds then entered the room.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq was hugging his wife, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, tightly as they kissed and my heart skipped a beat at the thought of where my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s mouth had been not more than an hour ago.

“Hey Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.”

“Hey Dad!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq said, pulling away from my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, “Sorry I woke you up.”

“No worries.” I told him as I made my way over

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq clapped me hard on the shoulder, but frowned as he looked at my face.

“You okay, Durgesh? You look kind of pale, feeling alright?”

“Well…”

“My poor ultimate Hindu husband got one of those migraines.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, cut in, “So he went to bed early,” touching my cheek, she asked, “You feel any better?”

“Yeah, a little.” I went along with her.

“Shit, I feel bad you got up.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq frowned.

“I heard a car door, and it was late, so I…uh….just wanted to make sure it was you.”

“That’s my Hindu stepfather!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq gave my shoulder a painful squeeze, “You really look after your Bahū Bégum, don’t you?”

I felt as if I had been kicked in the stomach, but managed to come up with a smile,

“Yup, have to be the man of the house when you’re gone right?”

“Damn straight.” He laughed and put his arm around Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, “You have to make sure your Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, here isn’t letting those good looking young guys slip in here when I’m away.”

“Oh, please.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed.

Then, giving me wink, said,

“Don’t worry, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, my ultimate husband takes damn good care of his friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd when you’re not here.”

Her remark caused me to begin to alert and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq shook his head,

“Wow, now you’re flushed and you’re sweating. Why don’t you head back to bed, Dad. I’m beat and I’m heading to bed myself.”

He grinned at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,

“Maybe not right to sleep, but right to bed.”

“Um, yeah.” I said, trying not to think about the fact my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was going to have sex with him after what we had just done. “Good night, guys.”

“Night, my ultimate Hindu husband,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, then laughed, “No kiss goodnight for your Bahū Bégum?”

With a resigned sigh, I turned around and kissed her on the cheek, as I did she whispered, “Please don’t worry, he won’t know.”

I nodded and without realizing I was going to do it, gave her a quick hug.

“I love how close you guys are.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq said, making me feel even worse than I had before.

As I walked away, he reached out and giving me a playful shove said, “Get some rest, we have to do the yard tomorrow.”

“Okay, night Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.”

I slunk into my room and knowing I couldn’t sleep, sat on my bed.

I was thinking of trying to read when I heard Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq walk past.

Wow, they weren’t kidding about going right to bed.

Of course that meant Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq  was looking to get laid and I cringed at the thought Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was going to let him.

I heard their door close and found I couldn’t get my mind to stop racing, she wouldn’t really would she?

I frowned as it dawned on me I had to know. Getting up, I quietly opened my door and padded down the hallway.

The bathroom light was always left on and I closed the door partway so they wouldn’t be able to see my shadow beneath their door and moving as quietly as I could made my way over next to their door.

“Can you believe it?” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq asked.

I allowed a small smile to cross my face at the thought of how thin their door was and how they had never known how many times I had eavesdropped when I thought they had a surprise for me or I was in trouble.

“Believe what, that he wanted it? You were the one who started this whole thing.”

My smile disappeared at her words.

“No, I knew he wanted to, that’s why I had you start playing Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, what I can’t believe is you were right and it had to be plan B.”

“He’s a good man and it was never going to happen, even if I point blank offered.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed, “Besides even though I know it was mean, it was hot as fucking hell!”

“Yeah it was.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq agreed, “And you were right about that being the only way it could be that nasty,” he laughed again, “You were fucking hot Al Fātimah Al Waħīd! Damn hot!”

“So was my ultimate Hindu husband.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, replied, “He manned up just like you knew he would.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh my God! I slowly sank to my knees telling myself I wasn’t hearing them right or they were talking about something else.

“Hey, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq began his voice softening, “Thanks for that, you don’t know how long I have had that fantasy. Hell, I wanted to lick you clean after he fucked you. I could taste it, but…”

“I know, I’ve heard about it for years.” She told him, “Besides it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it. Tell you what Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq; I’m glad I didn’t throw your ass out like I wanted to when you first started talking about this.”

“That makes two of us!” he laughed again, “And it being nice and nasty was exactly what I wanted.” There was a Moment of silence and he asked, “So, you get what you wanted?”

“Oh, yes.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed, “Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, he melted right into me, it was so sweet, so…” she purred, “so sexy!”

No, no, no, I kept thinking over and over again, I had to be dreaming.

“No hesitation?”

“None, and sleeping with him felt wonderful.”

“So…” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq began, “Do you think maybe we’ll all be able to…you know, together? The thought of you between Durgesh and me…”

The three of us? My friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, with me and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, together?

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq had wanted someone else?

What nonsense?

“Yes.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd answered, “But not right now; let’s wait until you go away a couple of times. Give him the chance to be really comfortable with me.”

“Okay.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq sighed, “I guess I can’t complain, tonight was fucking hot. Speaking of hot, why don’t you take that robe off and spread those sexy legs of yours?”

“Ohh, a third load, sure you got it in you, old man?”

“You’re going to have it in your mouth you keep talking like that.” He told her.

“I’ve had plenty in my mouth tonight.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed, “And my pussy.”

“Well when have you ever gotten enough?”

“Hey, I didn’t say no!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed and I heard the bed squeak as she jumped onto it. “Come and get it my ultimate Hindu husband.”

“Spread your pussy.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq told her, “Show it to me.”

“Fine, but it sounded better with that stupid gizmo you were using in that mask.”

“Yeah, halfway through me started wondering if the batteries were going to last, Durgesh used that two years ago.”

I slumped against the wall and put my hand to my throbbing temple.

This was some kind of sick joke it had to be.

“You want to lick my pussy, honey?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said from within the room.

“Damn straight I do.” I heard the bed again and a Moment later, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned softly, then laughed,

“Hmm, you don’t mind getting my ultimate husband’s sloppy seconds?”

My eyes widened and as it dawned on me that there was no mistake what had happened, I heard the sound of a slap and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq cry out,

“Ow! What was that for?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed, “That was for trying to have sex with me after you gave me to your sex wonder Hindu stepfather, Durgesh! It was already decided that once Durgesh fucks me, you’d only lick clean my Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass. No sex anymore between us, Åbbās! I’m your Ammī now.” 

I was dumbfounded.

I couldn’t believe they tricked me to fuck Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

I never consented.

Nevertheless, they never accepted their defeat.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd was one more Suraiyā Jamāl.

Chapter 29

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 26

a qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 26

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Waħīd

Ignoring him, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slid her hands up my chest one more time and then taking my face in her hands, leaned forward and pressed those soft full lips to mine.

I whispered as she kissed me, and then gasped when she leaned further and I felt her nipples pressing into my chest.

Although my lips hadn’t responded, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned in her throat and working her arms around my shoulders pulled me closer to her.

She kissed me harder, and then whispered against my face,

“Kiss me back, my ultimate Hindu husband, and put your arms around my waist, remember, just like the movies.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, returned to kissing me and this time I tentatively returned it, my lips pushing against hers.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, purred again and worked her lips back and forth across mine.

As I started kissing her harder, I put my arms around her waist and placing my hand on her warm back slid it up through her long hair.

“Hmmm-mmm,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, encouraged as her lips pressed hard against mine.

She rocked side to side causing her hard nipples to slide across my chest and whispered,

“Close your legs.”

I did as she asked, and she swung her legs onto the chair on either side of mine so she was straddling me on the chair.

“Nice touch, hey Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, you guys sure you haven’t done this before!”

I tensed up at the sound of his voice and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said softly, “Just me, my ultimate Hindu husband, just focus on me. You’re doing just fine.” She returned to kissing me and I gasped when her tongue darted out and pushed against my lips.

I parted them and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed as her tongue entered my mouth and caressed mine.

She was now rocking front to back, grinding her hips in my lap and even through her thong and my shorts I could feel the heat between her legs.

Her hard nipples were poking into my chest and she was now moaning softly as her tongue played against mine.

“Yeah, work him up, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd! Bet it isn’t the first time he’s been hard for you!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s hands had slipped between us and were rubbing my chest again and I felt a sense of the surreal come over me as my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave me the equivalent of a lap dance while some guy with a gun watched.

“Grab her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass!”

His tone was firmer than before and recalling his words that he was done playing, I dropped my hand down Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s back until I was cupping the cheeks of her beautiful Musalmān ass.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gasped when I gave them a hard squeeze and so did I at how firm her Musalmān ass really was.

She ground harder into my Hindu male lap and I had no doubt she could feel how hard I was.

We were both sweating and it added to the sensation of our now slick chests rubbing together.

“Okay, enough making out, Durgesh, tell your Bahū Bégum you want to fuck her.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sat back on my nude male Hindu lap, and once again I cupped her breasts.

I stared longingly at them, but couldn’t move.

“Let’s go Durgesh!” I was aware of movement and saw him get up.

Coming over, he pushed the lamp off the end table and sat on it, so he was only a couple of feet to our left. “Say it!”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,….can I…”

“I said tell her, don’t ask her!” he said forcefully. “You’re taking your Bahū Bégum, not asking permission!”

Just like the movies, I told myself, but remained silent.

I jumped as leaning over, Åbbās swung his hand and slapped Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s ass, hard.

She cried out and I immediately blurted,

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in to your young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”

“Oh, perfect!” he laughed.

“Yes, my ultimate Hindu husband!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said softly and leaning forward pushed her right tit into my face.

Feeling like a drowning man going down for the last time, I kissed it.

“Oh, yes.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, purred and started rocking again.

“You like your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately kissing your Musalmān tits, you little Musalmān slut?”

“Oh, yes!” she moaned as I swirled my tongue around her hard nub, “I love my ultimate Hindu husband, kissing my Musalmān tits! I want him to have anything he wants!”

I switched and as I kissed on her other nipple, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, wrapped her arms around me and played with my hair.

“Kiss it; I want to see your lips on that nipple.”

I made a show of tracing a slow wet circle around Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s swollen Musalmān flesh.

“Yeah, that looks good.” Åbbās said softly, “The two of you look hot together, shit I jerked off watching at the pool today and this is even better!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to her other breast.

I rolled her nipple between my fingertips and her moan sent a shiver through me.

Either she was one hell of an actress or…

“Pinch it! Make her squeal!”

I shook my head around her nipple, but when Åbbās raised his hand to slap her ass again, I gave her a hard pinch.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, yelped, and with a laugh he said,

“Do it again.”

I did as he said and she yelped louder this time.

I took that nipple gently into my mouth and started playing with the other.

Without him asking I gave it a light pinch, but Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, yelped as if I had done it much harder.

“You getting nice and wet Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?” he asked, “You all worked up grinding on your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund?”

“Yes,” she moaned as I continued to work her nipples.

“Is he hard for his friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“Oh, very hard.” She purred causing me to excite.

“Hey Durgesh, she right? You nice and hard for your slut Musalmān Bahū Bégum?”

“Yeah,” I moaned around her nipple as she started moving her hips in circles around my trapped ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“So you got your hot Bahū Bégum almost naked and willing to do anything you want. What do you want her to do, Durgesh?”

I knew what he wanted me to say because the image of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, on her knees at the pool surged into my mind.

I envisioned the Bahū Bégum father in law fantasy movies I had watched and thought of those fathers in law getting blow jobs from their horny Bahū Bégums.

But they were actors, not real blood and…

“Answer me, what do you want Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd to do for you?”

I had leaned away from her nipples and looking up into her face, saw she was as flushed as I was and her red hair was beginning to stick to her sweat slicked cheeks.

Again she gave me a wink,

“Go ahead, my ultimate Hindu husband, tell Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd what you want.”

“You want her to suck your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you? Want her to get on her knees and use that nasty beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth on you.”

“Yes.” I said simply.

“Not good enough, tell her!”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I want you to…”

“Better!” he snarled.

“Get on your knees and suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!” I snapped, my nerves lending force to my words.

“I’d love to.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said with a convincing smile.

She slid off of my lap and stood in front of me, before making a show of slowly dropping to her knees.

“I’ve been dying to suck my ultimate Hindu husband’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“Bet you have, you pig!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, placed her hands on my chest and tongued my nipple. Another shiver went through me and I moaned when her right hand dropped into my lap and squeezed my aching ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund through my shorts.

“Hard?”

“Oh, yes.” She purred, “Nice and hard for your Bahū Bégum, aren’t you my ultimate Hindu husband?”

I looked into her green eyes as she tongued my nipple.

I could feel her soft Musalmān tits against my stomach and moaned,

“Oh, yes. I’m your ultimate Hindu husband, my Musalmān Bahū Bégum!”

“Then let’s see it! Get his pants off and suck that ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, lowered her head, her tongue trailing down my stomach. As she licked and sucked the skin just above my waist band, she deftly unsnapped my shorts and pulled my zipper down.

My body was trembling as she reached around to my sides and pushed my shorts and underwear down.

“Lift up.”

I lifted my hips and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, quickly tugged my pants down past my knees.

My swollen ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  sprang free and Åbbās exclaimed,

“Fuck, he is hard! A perfect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund for a perfect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”

Even though he should have been my main concern, I was more caught up in Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s reaction to my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her green eyes not only widened, but she ran the tip of her tongue across her lips and whispered,

“Oh, goddamn. Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!”

I looked down and felt a sick thrill go through me at the sight of my fairly sizable Uncut Hindu Lund, hard and dripping inches from my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s face.

“You like that ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” he mocked, “You want to taste your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately?”

“I…” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, started to reach for my Uncut Hindu Lund, and then stopped. “If he tells me to.”

“Wow, have you played this game before?” He clapped his hands again, “You heard her, Durgesh.”

I avoided looking at him and staring down at my Uncut Hindu Lund positioned in front of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I lost all form of control, “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put my Uncut Hindu Lund in your immensely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.”

“Stroke it first.” He told her, “I want to see you play with it.” He looked over at me, “That okay, Durgesh? Wouldn’t it be better if Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd teases you a little?”

My answer turned into a groan when Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund at the base and gave it a squeeze.

I moaned again as a thick stream of pre cum squirted out and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stroked me.

My hips jerked when she reached the sensitive head and rubbed her palm across it, getting a handful of my sticky Hindu fluid.

She worked her now slick hand up and down and at this point I was barely aware of our perverted captor sitting next to me, all I could focus on was the sight of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s slender fingers wrapped around my thick, glistening Hindu shaft.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, brought her other hand up and I whispered as she massaged my balls while stroking me.

Her eyes were fixed on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and were wide and bright.

There was a look on her face just like the Musalmān women in those movies, a look of desire.

“How’s your ultimate Hindu husband’s hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund feel?”

“Amazing,” she said quietly.

“It’s a nice big one isn’t it? Bet it’s harder than your ever incompetent Musalmān husband’s.” He laughed, “How’s that feel Durgesh? You like getting a hand job from Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“I…Oh!” I moaned loudly as sitting up, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, let my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund go, but grabbing her Musalmān tits, wrapped them around it.

“Your slutty Musalmān Bahū Bégum is into this!” Åbbās shook his head, “I didn’t even think of that! Go ahead and tit fuck her.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had already started to bounce causing my hard Uncut Hindu Lund to slide between her soft young Musalmān tits.

I moaned and thrust my hips watching her Musalmān tits get wet from my oozing Uncut Hindu Lund. Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, lowered her head and the next time my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund slid through flicked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue across the head.

“Oh!” I moaned, causing a laugh from beside me.

I thrust my hips hard and parting her lips, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, let the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund slide between them.

I gasped at the sensation of her soft Musalmān lips and strained to push harder, to get it further into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Tell her, Durgesh.”

“Oh, please suck my Uncut Hindu Lund!” I whined, “Please don’t tease me, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”

“Man, the two of you can’t even pretend anymore can you?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, released her Musalmān tits and once again grabbing the base of my Uncut Hindu Lund, slowly teased her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue around the head before opening her mouth and taking me deep into it.

I cried out at the incredible feeling of her warm wet Musalmān mouth as she engulfed my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I gasped at the feeling of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips wrapped around the base of my Hindu shaft, then again at the feeling of her Musalmān tongue sliding out across my Hindu balls.

“Look at that! Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Bahū Bégum’s a hell of a Uncut Hindu Lund sucker!”

I could only moan as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slowly withdrew my Uncut Hindu Lund  from her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue was working back and forth across my Hindu shaft and her soft Musalmān lips were pressed hard to my aching Hindu flesh.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, reached the tip then bobbed her head in a slow steady rhythm.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, my God.” I moaned which caused another laugh from our audience.

“Tell her you like it!” he said, “Tell her to keep doing it!”

I groaned,

“Keep sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, just keep sucking it!”

“Hmm” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned around me.

Her green eyes were fixed on mine and I noticed she was rocking back and forth as she blew me.

Åbbās noticed as well.

“Check that out Durgesh, your Musalmān whore of a Bahū Bégum is getting off on this! I bet she’s soaking fucking wet! Am I right, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slut?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, popped my Uncut Hindu Lund from her mouth and purred, “So, wet! I love sucking my ultimate Hindu husband’s Uncut Hindu Lund!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, placed her Musalmān tongue alongside my Hindu shaft and slowly licked the length of it down to my balls.

Ducking her head she took them in her mouth and I cried out in pleasure as she sucked on them.

“Little pig! Your Bahū Bégum’s a pig, Durgesh, and you love it, right?”

“Yes!” I said, “Oh, damn, oh, that feels good!”

I didn’t care. Nor, if I were being honest, did I really care this was my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sucking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Even the fear of what Åbbās would do next was fading from my mind.

All that mattered now was my smoking hot Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue was working its way up my Hindu shaft and I was yearning for her to take it back into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, reached the top and sticking her tongue into the slit of my Uncut Hindu Lund, pulled it back, taking a trail of my Hindu pre-cum with it.

“I’m supposed to think you’re acting? Damn straight you wanted to blow your ultimate Hindu husband!”

As she had since we started touching, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, didn’t even look over at him.

Instead, she slurped the thin line of my sticky Hindu juice back to its source and opening her Musalmān mouth wide, engulfed just the tip of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

She sucked hard and I cried out at the feeling of a spurt of my pre cum squirting from my cock.

She moaned and bobbed her head along my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I was breathing hard and at this point our intruder was completely forgotten as I watched my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, blow me.

Her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was moaning each time she took me deep into her mouth.

My hips were rocking and I could feel my thighs starting to tremble as I could feel myself starting to get close.

“Put your hand on her head, just like you’ve thought about.”

No longer feeling the slightest urge to consider what he said, I placed both hands on the back of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s head.

She focused her eyes on me and gave me another wink as I wrapped my hands in her long red hair and pushed and pulled, guiding those amazing Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips up and down my Hindu shaft.

“Tell her to suck it faster.”

“I…” I closed my eyes and tried to focus through the pleasure I was receiving from the one female Musalmān mouth in the world I shouldn’t be in. “G…go faster.”

“Better than that!” Åbbās raised his voice for the first time in a while, “Tell her, and treat her like the fucking pig she is!”

Those last words had finished with what sounded like a moan and looking over I was shocked to see him rubbing his cock through his black sweat pants.

I could see from the bulge he was as hard as I was.

My attention was brought back to my cock as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had slowed her sucking down to a tease.

I pumped my hips, but she pulled her head back as I did, not allowing me to push it deeper into her mouth.

I moaned and now desperate to cum, snapped,

“Don’t stop! Suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

“Yes!” Åbbās cried out next to me, “More, like she’s your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slut, because she is!”

“Suck  my Uncut Hindu Lund!” I moaned and shoved her head down harder, “Suck my Uncut Hindu Lund, you dirty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slut!”

Even as the words came out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe I’d said them, but between my legs, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, not only obediently bobbed her head faster, but was moaning even louder as she did.

She was stroking me as well, her hand following her lips and jerking my Uncut Hindu Lund as she blew me.

“Just like that!” I groaned, “Keep sucking me, I want to cum!”

“I love it!” The words came from next to me, “Now fuck her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stopped moving her head and wrapping my hands tighter in her hair, I thrust my hips off the chair, ramming my Uncut Hindu Lund down my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s seemingly very willing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

“You like that slut?” he asked, “Like your ultimate Hindu husband fucking your mouth with that big Hindu dick? You dream about this?”

“Hmm-mm.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned.

She was easily taking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and as I pumped it into her mouth began to move her head, driving me even deeper down her throat.

I gasped for breath as I could feel cum building within my balls and getting ready to race through my cock.

I sensed movement next to me, and turning my head, saw Åbbās had shoved his sweat pants down and now had his large hard cock in his hand.

He was pumping it slowly, his eyes fixed on my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sucking me off.

As caught up in the desire to cum as I was, my eyes sought out the gun and saw the handle sticking out near his hip, where he had moved it.

There was no way, even with him jerking off, I would be able to move that fast.

His cock being out caused his presence to disturb me for the first time since Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had gotten to her knees.

I was struck by the image of him telling Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, to suck him next and..,

I gasped as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, rubbed my balls, and sucked even faster.

I had slowed my hips, but when Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my balls harder and squeezed I pumped them wildly.

I released a long moan at the sensation of my Uncut Hindu Lund getting ready to go off.

“That’s it.” Åbbās cried out, “Durgesh, Cum in that little red headed whore’s, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth! Give her what she wants! Give your twenty eight years old, young, extremely beautiful Bahū Bégum what her impotent Musalmān husband can never give her. Only you can, Hindu Scoundrel. Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, only you can. Oral Sex is strictly prohibited in Islam. Haha! The entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies who love to suck a male organ and enjoy it in their utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass, haven’t another option except to greet your ever infamous among Musalmīn, Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into their utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouths and into their even more beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass. Almost the entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies die to have oral and anal sex. Since their ever moral Musalmān husband can never provide them these forbidden fruits, they are crazy to enjoy your Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. Enjoy all of these young, extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bitches. Hahaha!”

Chapter 27

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 25

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 25

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Waħīd

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, must have heard me walking past her, as she turned around, her eyes wide, and stammered,

“Uh, hey Busherah. Hold on okay?” pulling the phone from her ear, she asked, “I thought you were going out back.”

“I want the flashlight.” I walked into the dining room and pulling open the drawer in the hutch pulled out the flashlight, as I turned it on to make sure it worked, I asked, “Who are you talking to?”

“Busherah from next door,” she placed her hand over the phone, “We were talking about how she’s planning a party for Lalit.”

“Oh.”

I walked past her and heading for the door, heard her call out,

“Hey Durgesh, they’re not coming home tonight and the reason she called was she couldn’t remember if she locked the back door, can you check for her?”

“Yeah, sure,” I answered while going back outside.

I walked across the lawn staying close to the house and feeling like a fool, but wanting to be careful, I ducked my head when I reached the fence so if anyone was on the other side they wouldn’t see me.

I had just reached the corner of the fence when I thought I heard footsteps moving up the driveway of the house next door.

I turned the corner in a crouch and flashed the light up the long driveway, but all I saw was the third floor’s Toyota parked in front of the garage.

Still staying close to the fence, I walked along the length of the drive way until I reached the corner where the fence joined that of the house behind ours.

I looked over the fence at our house and figured this was about where the guy I saw had been standing.

Even with the shade down, I could just make out Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, standing in the middle of the room and I could only imagine the view the creep had gotten when the window was open and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was in my lap.

I shined the light into the backyard and across the pool, and then quickly brought it up as I swore I saw movement along the fence across from me.

I swept the light across the length of the yard, but didn’t see anything.

Maybe I hadn’t seen anyone, after all I couldn’t make out any details, just a shape, could have just been a trick of the shadows from a lit room.

Shutting off the flashlight I walked across the driveway and as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had asked me to do, checked the back door.

It was locked and now walking normally along the fence I crossed the lawn and entered the house.

“You were right,” I said as I walked into the living room, “There was no one…”

I stopped in mid-sentence at the sight of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sitting on the couch.

She had her hands folded in her lap and was looking at me.

Her eyes were wide and she seemed to be looking past me.

“Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?” I took another step towards her, “You okay?”

“Your Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s just fine,” a deep voice said behind me, “In fact, she’s real fine!”

I spun around and dropped the flashlight at the sight of a large man dressed all in black, including, despite the heat, a ski mask, leaning against the wall.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!!” I exclaimed, “Who the hell are you?”

“If I wanted you to know who I was, I wouldn’t be wearing a mask, now would I?” he shrugged, “But seeing we’re going to get to know each other pretty well, just call me, I don’t know, Åbbās will do.”

Even through my shock, I noticed the guy’s voice was weird, abnormally deep and sort of mechanical.

Again, my mind working faster than I would have thought it could, I was reminded of the voice distorter I had bought at the Halloween store a couple of years ago when Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq had dressed as a ghoul.

Durgesh, sit down.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, softly from behind me.

“Yeah, Durgesh,” Åbbās pointed at the recliner, “Go sit down.”

“Damn you.” I snapped, taking a step towards him, “You better get the hell out…”

Durgesh!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, called out, “Listen to him! He…”

She stopped, but I didn’t need her to finish the sentence as Åbbās lifted his sweatshirt to show the handle of a gun protruding from his belt.

I stopped in my tracks and he nodded.

“Good boy, trying to stick up for your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, my, but why don’t you listen to what she says and take a seat?”

I looked over at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, who nodded at me and started to go over to sit next to her on the couch.

“In the chair.”

I hesitated and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, pointed, “Go over there, Durgesh.” She gave me a forced smile, “It’ll be okay, just do what he says.”

“O…okay.”

I walked over and sat down in the recliner and Åbbās laughed,

“You do listen to Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, my, don’t you?” he pointed over at her, “Then again, I would have done anything your  friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, wanted if she looked like that.”

Neither of us said anything and looking over at me, he asked, “You like how your Bahū Bégum looks, Durgesh?”

“I…” I couldn’t answer.

Between the situation itself and this guy asking me what I thought of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I had no doubt he had been staring at us and…

“I asked you a question.” Reaching down he tapped the handle of the gun, “See here’s the deal, we’re going to have some fun tonight, Durgesh. In fact I bet you’re going to have just the kind of fun the two of you have been dying for.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked, “Look, you have my wallet and I told you there’s no more…”

“You speak when spoken to.” Åbbās told her harshly. “Right now I’m talking to your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked as if she were going to continue, but stopped.

“That’s better and don’t worry honey, that pretty little mouth will be busy soon enough.”

I felt a stab of anger through my stomach, “Don’t hurt her.” I told him.

“You are a good boy.” He nodded approvingly, “A real Hindu boy, aren’t you?”

“No, I…”

“Bet you wanna be your Bahū Bégum’s husband.” He laughed nastily, “Take good care of her.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked.

“Oh, please,” Åbbās waved his hand at her, “I’ve been watching the two of you. You’re real close aren’t you?”

“My husband’s going to be home any minute now.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said quickly, “You…”

“Oh, no, your lame old man is gone for the next few days. Like I said I’ve been watching and you’re a real cock tease aren’t you Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“No I’m not.”

“No? What’s with that little bikini and all those little dresses you’ve been wearing lately? And funny how much you like to show off for your old Hindu man! Hell today I thought you were going to blow him by the pool!”

He had been watching us!

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, shook her head, and said,

“I don’t like what you’re trying to say.”

“No? You don’t like hearing the truth? That you want to fuck your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, you little Musalmān whore?”

“Hey watch…” I began, but stopped when he swung around on me.

“And you’d love it if she did, wouldn’t you? Probably jerk off to her don’t you?”

“You’re sick.” I told him, but could feel myself excited.

“Me? I’m not the one who wants to fuck my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” He laughed loudly, “But I’m going to like watching you fuck yours.”

“What?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and I both exclaimed at the same time.

“You heard me; I told you we were going to play a game. I’ve been watching and I want to see you both get what you want, each other.”

“I…I don’t want to…”

“Oh, you do.” Åbbās told me, “And hey, I don’t blame you, she’s fucking hot! Pretty, nice Musalmān body.” He pointed at me, “You want to fuck that oung Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, don’t you?”

Before I could answer he turned to Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,

“Take your robe off.”

“I won’t!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, declared, “You…” she stopped when he tapped the gun.

“Listen to me both of you; you will do what I say.” He pointed at her, “You, you little Musalmān slut are going to fuck your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately,.”

“I won’t do it!” I yelled, “You…”

“Fine,” he said with a shrug, “Then I’ll tie you up and you can watch me fuck her. But I figure the other way we all get what we want.” He turned back to Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, “Now, take off your robe.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, don’t,” I said, shaking my head.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stared at me for a Moment, then standing up, reached down and untied her robe.

I looked over to see Åbbās watching her.

He had pushed himself away from the wall and was now standing behind the chair between the couch and where I was sitting.

He was too far away for me to leave the chair and reach him before he would see me.

The best I could do was hope that he wasn’t really going to hurt us and the only thing he wanted was…My heart skipped a beat when my stunned mind finally acknowledged the thought he wanted to watch my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, have sex with me!

Across from me Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had untied her robe and let it fall to the floor.

I saw what she had on beneath it.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was wearing a black bra the cups of which were lace and even from across the room I could see the shadow of her nipples behind the thin material.

The bra was accompanied by a matching black thong that was little more than string with a patch of lace between her legs.

“You always wear lingerie when you are home with your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately?” Åbbās asked, “You still going to deny it?”

“I like feeling sexy.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said with her head down.

“Oh, you’re sexy alright, isn’t she Durgesh?

He turned to me and when I shrugged, raised his voice, “Answer me!”

At that volume his voice sounded even stranger and I was sure he was using some type of voice box.

That thought disturbed me because it meant it might be someone we knew.

He had said he’d been watching us.

My thoughts were cut off when I saw him take a step towards Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

“Yes, she’s sexy.” I blurted out.

“Good boy.” Åbbās lowered his voice, “See, that’s all I want tonight, some honesty from both of you.”

He pointed at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,

“Turn around, show your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, that fine Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass of yours.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, hesitated long enough for him to sigh and reach for his waistband, then bringing her hands up, placed them in her hair and raised her arms over her head.

As she took her long red hair up with her hands, she turned around slowly, and despite our frightening predicament, my eyes immediately found her extremely beautiful young Musalmān ass.

The thong was little more than a string between the cheeks of her Musalmān ass and I couldn’t help but notice how round and firm looking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass was.

Sensing Åbbās staring at me, I forced my eyes upward and took in the smooth creamy skin of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s back.

Not wanting to look as if I was indeed looking more than I should be I dropped my gaze, but not before catching a quick look at the backs of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s long well shaped Musalmān legs.

“Yeah, your friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, dressed like that when you are alone at night.” He grunted, glancing my way he asked, “Hey Durgesh, you think your Bahū Bégum has nice Musalmān tits?”

As he spoke he came around the chair and sat down in it, putting him between us.

“She…she’s my friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and I…”

“I know who she is, now answer the question.”

“You’re sick, you know that right?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked him as she turned back around to face us.

“You’re wearing Victoria secret and sitting on your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband’s lap and I’m sick?” he laughed, “Okay maybe I am, but I can admit it. Now shut up, so Durgesh can answer.”

Play a long; I told myself, something will happen to get us out of this.

“Uh, yeah she has a nice chest.” I answered.

“Nice chest? What are you twelve? Tell me you think your Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, has nice Musalmān tits.”

“My…Bahū Bégum has nice Musalmān tits.” I said softly, looking away from her as I spoke.

“Ever see them?”

“No.”

“Look over here when you speak.” Åbbās demanded.

When I did as he said he asked,

“Want to see them?”

“No!” I exclaimed.

“Liar, you stare at them all the time.” He wagged his finger at me, “Remember I’ve been watching and whenever she isn’t looking at you, you’re fucking gawking at her. Now I told you the rules are you answer honestly and do what I say. Now tell me you want to see your Bahū Bégum’s Musalmān tits.”

“Just say it, even if it’s not true.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, “Just give him what he wants.”

“Just what I want?” The mask had a thin film over the eyes to protect them from bad weather, but I could sense him rolling them behind it. “But, whatever, that’s some good advice from your slutty Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, over there, you just play along.” He paused, “So, Durgesh, want to see Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Musalmān tits?”

“I…okay I guess.” I muttered as my heart started pounding at the thought I really wouldn’t mind seeing them, but could think of a thousand better scenarios to do so.

“Better than that!” he shouted, “You two aren’t stupid and you know what I want so fucking give it to me! You both want it, so act like you do!” he put his hand on the gun and looking at me said, “Now answer my question like one of the kids in those stupid porns you watch when their Bahū Bégum wants to fuck them.”

I felt my heart skip a beat at the same time my face flushed deep red.

How the hell did this guy know what I watched on my lap top?

I always had my blinds down, had he hacked us somehow?

Worse was the stunned look on Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s face when he said it.

“I’m waiting.”

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath I said, “I really want to see my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Musalmān tits.”

“Ask her, I bet she’ll show them to you.”

“Enough. “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said.

“A minute ago you said play along.” He told her. “Listen to your own advice. Now go ahead Durgesh, ask Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd to show you her pretty Musalmān titties.”

I looked helplessly at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, who after looking into my eyes gave me a slight nod.

“Go ahead, Durgesh, it’s okay.”

Durgesh, what happened to Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?” he laughed.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stared hard at him and again I wondered how close this guy had gotten to us to know this.

Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, while still looking at him, “Your Bahū Bégum will do anything for you, all you have to do is ask.”

“Oh, I like that!” he clapped his hands.

Gesturing to me, he added,

“Now that should make you stop being such a wuss, follow Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s example and let’s go.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” I began my voice trembling, “C…can I see your Musalmān tits?

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s answer was to reach behind her and unhook her bra.

I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples as she slowly slid the straps from her shoulders and after a brief pause, tossed the bra on the floor.

“Oh.” I whispered unable to help it at the sight of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s bare Musalmān breasts.

They were even more amazing than I had envisioned them.

They were large.

They were high and proud.

Her Musalmān breasts were smooth and milky white with the only color being the light pink of her nipples.

I noticed her nipples were hard and barely heard Åbbās whistle,

“Damn, your Bahū Bégum’s got some nice Musalmān tits, doesn’t she?”

“Yes.” I said without thinking as my eyes stayed focused on her nipples.

“Now is that anyway to show your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, your Musalmān tits? Come on, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, show those babies off!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed and cupping her Musalmān tits, lifted them higher. To my surprise she started caressing her nipples with her thumbs and I saw she was breathing heavier as she did.

“That’s it! But I think you’re too far away, go over to your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, and let him get a nice close look at them.”

Still holding her Musalmān tits up, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slowly walked over to me.

I sat there gravely as she stood between my legs.

Her tits were little more than a foot from my face and to my amazement I felt my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund stiffening between my legs.

Again I lowered my eyes, but only to be confronted with the smooth skin of her stomach and worse, the patch of lace between her thighs.

“You like those tits, Durgesh?”

Not trusting my voice, I nodded.

“Tell her you want to squeeze and play with them!”

“I…I can’t!”

My words came out in an angry whisper as even with an armed intruder sitting ten feet away from me, I couldn’t imagine my lips on those nipples.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, you better talk to your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, because I’m getting ready to take over for him and fuck you myself.”

Releasing her Musalmān tits, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put her hands on my shoulders and leaning over, placed her lips at my ear.

Durgesh, listen to me. This guy is mentally sick, but I think if we do what he wants, we’ll be okay.”

“But…” I trailed off at the sight of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s tits now inches from my face.

Durgesh, he’s armed and I don’t want to give him a reason. I…if I have to do something dirty tonight I would rather it be with you, not him.”

“You’re my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.” I whispered and honestly at that point I felt I was trying to convince myself of that fact.

“I know and that’s why he’s sick, this is what he wants and…” she paused when that deep voice called out,

“As much as I like looking at that fine Musalmān ass, you better get Hindu Scoundrel to play along, before I show him how it’s done.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, tensed up, but her voice in my ear was calm.

Durgesh, do you really watch those videos?”

“I…yes, I…I’m sorry Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, but that doesn’t mean I want…”

“Then what we’re going to do is pretend we’re in one, okay?” she caused me to gasp when I felt her tongue graze my ear. “You and I are going to play our own game; we’re going to act like strangers playing a dirty game and do what he wants.”

“I don’t think I can.” I said even as I felt my now hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund straining against my shorts.

“Just think of me as a sexy young Musalmān woman and not your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.” She said, “You can do it, Durgesh, you have to. I’m ready to have your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into my twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot but never that bastard’s. Never!”

“But Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq …” I whispered.

“Will never know, no one will, just our little secret.” This time it was her lips that touched me, placing a soft kiss just below my ear. “Just relax, let me take care of you and we’ll worry about everything else later, okay?”

Let me take care of you.

Those words were spoken in that purr she had been using lately and a soft moan escaped me when her lips again found my flesh, but this time lower on my neck.

“Times up! Either he fucks you or…”

“How about he gives his Bahū Bégum a nice kiss first?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked, looking back at him, “Cut the kid some slack and let me get him relaxed, okay?”

“Kiss?” he paused, “Fine, but take his shirt off first.” He laughed, “That way you can be nipple to nipple.

Reaching down, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my shirt and whispered, “Come on, Durgesh, arms up!”

Trying to do as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had said and pretend, I did the best I could to forget about the stranger in our house and lifted my arms up for her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slipped my shirt over my head and after giving me a wink, started rubbing her hands up and down my chest.

“Oh, my ultimate Hindu husband has been working out hasn’t he? Hmmm” she purred, “Is the rest of you as hard as these muscles?”

Behind her, Åbbās clapped his hands and called out,

“That’s much better! You’re a real sport Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd! Course we all know this is what you wanted anyway!”

Chapter 26

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 24

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 24

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Waħīd

She laughed,

“I love when you are harsh at me, shows you’re still sweet.” The smile left her face and pointing at me, she said, “Take your shirt off and come swimming with me.”

This time it sounded as if she were making it an official demand and she started to tug on my shirt again.

I refused to move my hands and with a frown she grabbed my forearm and started to pull it upwards.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stop!” I snapped at her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, immediately removed her hand from my arm and staring up at me asked, “What’s the matter, my dear ultimate husband? Why are you mad?”

“I…” deciding to be honest, or as much as I dared to be I blurted out, “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, don’t you think that suit is a bit much?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, narrowed her eyes and looking down at her chest, shrugged, causing her ample tits to bounce fetchingly, “What do you mean?”

“It’s…Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, you’re showing an awful lot.”

“Do I look bad?” she asked and to my dismay, stood up in front of me.

I was now confronted with her perfect Musalmān tits at eye level as well as the sight of her flat hard stomach to which she had recently added a ruby stud piercing in her naval.

I had the absurd urge to lean forward and kiss her stomach, but instead fought to keep my voice steady as I said,

“Not at all, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, in fact, ummm…maybe you look too good. Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq and his friends were all but drooling over you.”

“I know.” She smiled, “I love it.”

“You…”

“Yes, Durgesh, it’s a turn on to have guys staring at me and getting worked up. Just because I’m twenty eight doesn’t mean I’m dead. I work hard to stay in shape and I like being rewarded for it.”

“But Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq ….”

“Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq likes it too.” That sly smile returned, “He loves knowing these kids look at me, he likes me showing off.”

“Did…did you guys just talk about that?” I asked her.

“Why would you ask that?” for the first time, since I had come out there she looked serious.

“Well because, you weren’t dressing like this last month.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was silent for a Moment, then smiled, but this one seemed normal, “You’re a smart man Durgesh. “Yes my husband and I had a talk when he started traveling because I know a lot of guys his age who do start fooling around and picking up women and hookers and…”

“Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq would never do that.” I told her. “He loves you, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”

“I’m glad you see that.” She told me, placing her warm hand on my cheek. “My husband and I are very much in love and we love you too. We would never do anything that would hurt each other, only things we would…” she paused as if trying to think of what she would say next, “Enjoy.”

“Enjoy?”

“We’re a family and we should do things as a family. We should love together and have fun together, even if it seems odd.”

“What are you talking about?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, frowned and it hit me she seemed as if she had said something she shouldn’t have.

“Well I mean me dressing like this. When we spoke, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq said I was very sexy and he wished I would show it more. He said he likes it when guys check me out so I’ve been flaunting it a bit.” She looked down at me and shrugged, “So since it makes me happy you should just go along with it.”

“Umm, okay.” I said, trying to get off the awkward subject.

“Hey, Hindu Piyā, my ultimate husband, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” I said.

“Do you think I’m sexy?”

“You’re my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.” I told her, “I don’t see you like that.”

“No? Right now you don’t think I look good?”

“You….” I tried to speak around the growing tightness in my throat. “You’re beautiful Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”

“Thank you!” she smiled, “But that’s not what I’m talking about. I want to know if you think I’m, you know, a young woman?”

The thought hit me like a slap in the face.

That was all this was about.

I felt a wave of relief flood through me.

That could even explain her wanting more attention and affection from me.

I was no longer her father in law’s friend which to her was another sign of her intentions.

This didn’t address my own issues of seeing her exactly how it appeared she wanted to be seen, but if this was a crises then it was just a phase and soon she would go back to normal and I would too.

Taking a chance it wouldn’t be the wrong thing to do, I managed a low whistle and smiling shook my head,

“You’re the hottest, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I know, you could be on those web sites!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed and after kissing me affectionately on the cheek said, “Hey what web sites? What are you looking at on that lap top of yours?”

“I…” again I smiled, but she waved her hand.

‘I don’t care, Durgesh. You’re a man actually in this household to keep my four young mothers in law satisfied sexually,” she touched my chest again “And an impressive one at that. You want to watch porn go for it,” she winked, “I watch it all the time!”

“Oh,” I nodded, “Uh, okay.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, leaned forward until her tits were inches from my face and putting her lips so close to my ear I could feel her breath said,

“I like to watch those sites you’re talking about where the young Musalmān women my age have sex with Hindu guys your age. In fact I was thinking of it when Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq was staring at me, thinking about what he would do to me.”

“T…tmi again,” I laughed.

“And again, I guess I’m supposed to be dead,” she sighed softly in my ear and beneath my hands my aching Uncut Hindu Lund twitched.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put her arm around me and surprised me by giving me a hug that left her young Musalmān tits pressing against my wide Hindu male chest.

“I love you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.” She whispered.

“I love you to.” I replied trying not to think about the warm pleasant sensation of her chest.

She leaned back and I asked,

“What’s with calling me Hindu Piyā, ultimate husband?”

“Aren’t you? Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade  claim you are.”

“No,” I said with a smile, “I’m not responsible for what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade  claim about me.”

“Ohh,” she purred again, “I like that though,” she looked down and with a small smile said, “Hey Durgesh?”

“What Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“Why won’t you move your hands?”

“I…” I had no idea what to say. Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, quickly made it worse with her next remark.

“You hiding something under there?”

“No!” I exclaimed, “Just uh…comfortable.”

Durgesh, you look anything but comfortable right now,” she pointed out. “You look cautious.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, made me even more cautious by sinking back down to her knees between my legs again.

“I’m fine,” I said sounding anything but, “Just tired I…hey!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had grabbed my wrists and tried to pull them from my lap.

I resisted and looking at me, her smile gone, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, “Durgesh, move your hands, now.”

I fought against her another Moment, then let her move my hands.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked at my hands first as if she thought I was hiding something in them, which made me feel a little better, but then her eyes dropped to my lap and I saw them widen.

I followed her gaze and had to stifle a groan at the obvious bulge in my shorts.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked at me, a small smile playing about her lips, but didn’t say anything; I was ready to blurt out an apology when I jumped at the sound of Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s voice behind me.

“Hey, what are you two doing out here?”

“Nothing!” I declared.

“We were just fooling around.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, smiling up at Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq who had come around the chair to face us.

“Yeah, that’s what it looked like,” he laughed, “Tell you what Al Fātimah Al Waħīd; you don’t want to know what that looked like from upstairs.”

I felt my face growing hot yet again; this was exactly what I had been cautious of.

Sitting back on her knees, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, rolled her eyes,

“You’re such a pervert, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, he’s my father in law’s friend for Allah’s sakes.”

“I know,” he waved his hand at us, “I’m only kidding, but I did find myself wondering if those goons next door were watching.”

“I hope they were watching earlier.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, smiled up at him, “Because then it was exactly what this looks like.”

“Guys please!” I said as, now with my cock sufficiently shriveled, I stood up. “Keep it to yourselves!”

“But it’s more fun to share.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed and as I looked down saw her face was level with my crotch.

Suddenly Al Fātimah Al Waħīd opened her beautiful young Musalmān mouth and took my again hardening ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into it.

I was shocked pleasantly.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd was sucking me madly, wildly.

I tried to step backwards.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd didn’t let me.

She kept me sucking wildly.

“What a ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! What a ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!” Al Fātimah Al Waħīd kept repeating.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq had gone already.

When?

I didn’t know.
“That’s called TMI.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said as she finally got to her feet after swallowing my entire Hindu sperm that blasted into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth nonstop.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd began to walk towards the house.

I stared at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s almost bare Musalmān ass while she walked across the deck and swore she was swinging her hips more than she needed to.

Her firm Musalmān ass had no jiggle to it at all and I swore if I didn’t know her I would think she was a girl my age in intellect at least.

“Nice Musalmān ass, huh, Hindu Stepfather?” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq asked.

I wasn’t aware of when he again joined us.

Did he see his wife sucking me?

I didn’t know.

Neither had I cared now.

“What?” I asked, snapping out of my fog and looking over at Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.

He was smiling.

“Your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s got one hell of a Musalmān ass, doesn’t she?”

“I…I guess.” I shrugged, “She’s my…”

“Oh, please,” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq slapped me on the shoulder, “She’s your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, but she’s a Musalmān woman and a damn fine one, don’t you think?”

“Um, sure.” I nodded, “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looks good for her age.”

“For any age.” He said as he continued to watch her.

I didn’t answer, instead I watched him watch his wife, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and thought my Bahū Bégums did make a good looking couple with me.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq was a couple of years older than Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, but except for a few grays near his temples looked much younger.

I definitely got me a lot of compliments from the beautiful girls.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq finally looked over at me and asked,

“So what was up with you and Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked like you were giving her a hard time?”

“No, I….she wanted me to go swimming and I didn’t feel like it.”

“Why not?” he smirked, “Hot Musalmān woman wants you in the pool, you go, no?”

“If she wasn’t your wife,”

When he shrugged I paused and thought about Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s odd behavior.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq and I had a great relationship and I’d always been able to talk to him about anything so taking the plunge I asked,

“Hey, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, can I talk to you?”

“Sure, Durgesh, what’s up?”

“Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s acting kind of weird lately.”

“What do you mean?”

When I’d first started talking he’d looked as if he were lost in thought, but now his eyes were focused on mine.

“Come on, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, look at that bikini, she didn’t dress like before, never mind lately.”

“She didn’t because we were a kid and she didn’t want to be that Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, that the old frumpy looking Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s called a slut, she toned it down because she was a Bahū Bégum.”

“She’s still a Bahū Bégum.” I pointed out.

“Yeah but you’re the ultimate husband of the entire womankind now, Durgesh.” Putting his arm around me he continued, “Look I get it, it’s embarrassing, your best friends gawking at her, pointing her out to his friends, busting you up because your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s a mature man lover  and…”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said you like them looking.”

He frowned,

“You guys talked about it?”

“Yeah, I made a comment about the bikini it makes me…uncomfortable; I mean her boobs were almost falling out.”

“Well I’m glad you know you can talk to us Durgesh,” he squeezed my shoulder with his large hand so hard I winced, “I’ve always been glad that we’re a close family and I want us to be even closer, that’s why I feel like an ass with this job right now.”

“That’s okay Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, you’re doing it for Al Fātimah Al Waħīd and I appreciate it.”

“I’ll do anything for Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, Durgesh,” he said, giving me another painful squeeze, “And I hope someday you’ll do anything for me and Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”

“Anything.” I told him, “Just name it.”

“There might be a favor I might need from you soon, but for now back to Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” he sighed, “Look Durgesh, she’s a sexy woman and she’s at an age she needs to flaunt it and be told she is. She told me last night it drives her crazy to think those kids are jerking off to her, she…”

“She said that?” I was appalled.

“Please, Durgesh, like I said, she is a woman and honestly I like the idea of other guys wanting what I have. So, don’t worry about it. It might be a little awkward for you with your friends, but you can deal with it.”

“Yeah, well she’s being really affectionate lately too, and…” I sighed, “She’s making me a little uncomfortable.”

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq turned so that he was standing directly in front of me and with an odd look on his face, asked, “How so? What do you mean uncomfortable?”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! What an idiot! What was I supposed to do, tell my friend, my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was getting me horny?

Durgesh?” He was looking at me and seemed excited for some reason.

“Oh, well, uh…she’s kind of like hanging on me and the ways she’s dressing.”

“I still don’t see what you’re getting at.” He shook his head.

“Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, she was on her knees and you said you knew what it looked like.” I said gravely.

“I was just kidding about that!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq laughed, “I knew nothing was happening.”

“But…it just wasn’t proper I guess.” I looked back up at him. “She crawled over to me, like…”

“Like?”

“I felt like I was in some type of weird sick movie.” I heard my voice crack and was surprised that I was starting to get upset.

Looking away as I spoke, I added,

“I felt like she was messing with me.”

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq stared at me for a Moment then nodded as if in resignation,

“Okay, well seeing you’re thinking like that I’ll fess up; I was watching out the window and Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, saw me and was putting on a show for me. She wasn’t trying to make you feel weird.”

“Oh.” I said, instantly feeling better.

“And as far as being affectionate goes, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, is lonely when I’m gone, plus she misses you wanting to be close to her, so just let her get close to you okay? It makes her feel good.” He smiled, “Can you do that for me? Be good to your Bahū Bégum when I’m not around?”

“Sure.” I told him with a smile. “I’ll take good care of her.”

“Good,” he said with a wink, “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”*

I opened my eyes at the sound of someone yelling.

I sat up quickly in the recliner then rolled my eyes when I realized it was only the TV.

I’d dozed off during the Sox game and the announcer had begun yelling when one of the Indian’s hit a two run bomb over the green monster.

I blinked the sleep out of my eyes until I could make out the score.

“Six to nothing?” I sighed and slumping back in the comfortable chair wished I’d stayed asleep.

I picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV preparing to change the channel when Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said from behind me,

“Hey I wanted to watch some of that?”

“Why bother?” I asked, but replaced the remote on the arm of the chair, “They’re losing.”

“Don’t be a fair weather fan.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, chided, “And how come you’re not on the couch?”

She had walked around in front of me and I saw immediately why I had not picked the couch.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was wearing a short green robe that barely went down past her beautiful young Musalmān ass, leaving her long legs bare.

The robe was tied tightly around her waist, but the chest was open far enough to show almost as much of her beautiful Musalmān tits as the bikini did this morning.

When I had come into the living room I had headed for the couch, but recalling how she had been hanging all over me lately had chosen the chair.

I had definitely made the right choice there was no way in hell I needed to have her that close to me dressed like that.

“I figured I would let you stretch out if you wanted too.” I told her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stepped in front of me, blocking the TV and placing her hands on the arms of the chair, leaned over.

My eyes widened as I thought for a second her beautiful Musalmān tits were going to fall out, but I saw a hint of black lace.

I was still confronted with way more cleavage than was comfortable, but a bra was always a plus, especially these days.

“Aww, but Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I wanted to sit in the chair tonight.”

She gave me the pout and as I stared at her, I took in how soft and smooth her features were even without make up and how her long red hair looked down and lying across the robe.

My eyes focused on those perfect Musalmān lips and I had to say, Bahū Bégum or not, she really was beautiful.

“I’ll move.” I said, “You can have the chair.”

I made to get up, hoping she would stand up and get her tits out of my line of sight, but instead she gave me a huge smile, “Hey, how about we both sit here!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, turned around and before I could react, sat down in my lap.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund entered between her young Musalmān buttocks immediately.

Its head was knocking now constantly at her ever enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān asshole.

Turning to the side, she draped her long legs over the side of the chair and putting her arm around my shoulders laughed,

“How’s this!”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I exclaimed, “What are you doing?”

“Sitting on your lap, silly,” looking up into my face, she smiled, “It’s only fair, how many beautiful Musalmān houseladies did you let sit in your ever experienced Hindu male lap?”

“Yeah, but they aren’t my Bahū Bégum.” I told her, trying to ignore the way her robe had ridden up to show her lush Musalmān thighs.

“So, for tonight I can be your little girl.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put on the pout, but more disconcerting was the way she started wiggling in my already warm Hindu male lap.

I was wearing a thin pair of running shorts and her beautiful young Musalmān ass was grinding directly on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her hair was in my face and I could smell her raspberry scented shampoo.

I turned my head away and stared at her long legs, which she was now playfully kicking back and forth.

Turning from her legs, I made the mistake of looking straight down and was now confronted with a glimpse of her black lace covered Musalmān tits.

Even as to my dismay my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund started to swell I wondered why the hell she would be wearing a bra like that at night.

That thought turned into wondering if her panties, if she was even wearing any, would match.

The thought my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot could be pressing into my lap caused my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to grow more rapidly and I wondered if it were smooth or if she would have a nice red fiery bush.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, brought me out of my improper musings when she slid further down and her Musalmān ass rubbed across my now noticeably hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

I had to bite back a moan at the contact and hoped to hell she couldn’t feel it.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was smiling at me, but had been since she had come over.

I returned the smile as best I could and as I thought of how to tell her to get the hell off me I turned to side and my eyes widened.

The window on that side of the parlor was open with the blinds up.

There was a three family house next door and anyone looking this way would be able to see right in the room.

My Bahū Bégums were friendly with all the three couples that lived there and if they looked over what they would see is my half-dressed Bahū Bégum sitting on my Hindu male lap like a playful Musalmān girlfriend.

Even though my friend didn’t seem bothered by Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s weird behavior, I didn’t need the neighbors wondering if there was something a little strange going on when Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq wasn’t around.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, people can see in the window!” I told her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, peered over and shrugged,

“Yeah, so what?”

“You’re half-dressed and…” I stopped myself from pointing out that she appeared to be all over me.

“I’m wearing a lot more than when I’m swimming.”

Well that was true, I thought dryly.

“Besides, the Chaturvedī Sheikħ’s go out every Friday night, Vikram and Raziyah on the second floor went away for the weekend and the third floor can’t see in here.” She gestured to the other side of the room that faced the street. “The blinds are down where anyone could see from the street.”

“Yeah, but still…” I glanced back out the open window and froze when I saw a tall figure looking over the fence from the yard next door.

Because the light was on inside and it was dark outside I couldn’t make out any details except to see over the fence they had to be pretty tall and their shoulders were wide, telling me it was a guy; a pretty big guy.

They were facing the window and I had no doubt had been staring into it.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, let me up!” I exclaimed, sitting up so fast, I almost dumped her off my lap.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave a startled yelp and as I surged to my feet, she managed to get hers on the floor.

She staggered slightly, catching my arm for balance and yelled,

Durgesh, what’s the matter with you?”

“There’s…” I pointed out the window, but saw the figure had gone. “There was someone next door, staring at us!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, walked closer to the window, pulling her robe tighter around her as she did.

Leaning over she shut the lamp off on the end table so she could see better and looked out the window. “I don’t see anyone Durgesh.”

“They were there, staring over the fence.” Walking over to the door, I slipped my sneakers on, “I’m going to go out back and look around.”

“Don’t bother, it was probably Prem from the third floor, he’s a nosebag. Wouldn’t be surprised if he were that peeping Tom people said they saw last summer.” She turned away from the window and to my relief pulled the blind down before turning the lamp back on.

“I don’t think so Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd. That fence back there is five feet and it was only up to this guy’s chest, Prem’s five seven if he’s lucky.” I grabbed the doorknob, “I’ll be right back.”

Durgesh, don’t worry about it.” She said, and then patted the chair, “Come back and sit down,” she sighed, “If you don’t want me sitting on your lap, just say so, don’t make up an excuse to get up.”

“No, it’s…” I paused, confused, I really hadn’t wanted her there, but now I didn’t want to make her feel bad. “I saw someone Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I swear and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s not home and who knows? Maybe it’s someone who’s been watching us.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave me an odd look, and then pursed her lips as if she were thinking hard about something.

After a minute, she nodded and said,

“Okay, go ahead, but I know there’s no one there.”

“I’ll be right back.”

I opened the door and after closing it behind me, took a few steps around towards the back yard.

I stopped when I remembered the sensor light was out in the back and quickly went back into the house to grab the flashlight.

When I opened the door, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was on the phone with her back to me and I heard her say,

“Not going to happen this way.” She paused, “So do it the other way we talked about.”
Chapter 25

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 23

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

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Chapter 23

Durgesh Lubnā Al Ħamīd

I looked at her gravely,

“I think a woman offers herself to a man only when she needs him very much.”

“So?”

“It’s not a good manner if someone needs you very much and you refuse to help him even it isn’t injurious to you even the slightest.”

“Isn’t your wife also a partner to think of in this matter?” Lubnā Al Ħamīd looked at me.

“Sure. It’s a necessity if you believe in monogamy.”

“You don’t believe in monogamy?”

“Never.” I said, “I am not built that way actually.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ab initio I am abnormal in this matter. Most of the men are satisfied sexually in this matter after only around seven minutes of sex.”

“Sure,”

“Unfortunately, or fortunately, whatsoever you want to call it, I never.’

“Allah, I’ve heard about it from my friends but I never believed it. They say the more you have sex with them the more lust you find in yourself to have sex with them.”

“That’s the truth.” I said gravely.”*

Leaving the composing room of HVSI Times’ newsroom, Bābarah Åālamgīr gave Al Jihad Al Vaqār a long look.

“It’s almost six.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said, “I’m sorry I have to leave you. I’ve a business date — got to be at the Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue in fifteen minutes.”

“You drink?”

“Not very much now, no. Yet I am not as untouched of Alcohol as Durgesh is. My profession needs me to accompany the persons I visit if they have it.”

Durgesh never opposed it?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār looked at me meaningfully.

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.

“He never exerts his morals on his friends and live in relationship partners. That’s why he has so many friends and live in relationship partners. He has a tremendous respect for other peoples’ absolute freedom. He is a great man.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr had actually lied to Al Jihad Al Vaqār.

Not about having a business date.

She had a business date really, but not at Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue.

She had a business date actually with Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī.

They were sitting in silence for fifteen minutes.

The only sound in the room was the uneasy rattling, speed, of the overworked AC unit.

At one point, Bābarah Åālamgīr had walked to the wall and waved her hand to the dusty vent, dusty outlet.

There was a trace of cool air.

Bābarah Åālamgīr was leaning and staring when the door opened and the head of Sergeant Ajay Natarajan appeared.

“Just checking to see if the things were okay.”  Sergeant Ajay Natarajan said.

“It’s alright,” Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī smiled at him, “Nobody is watching, Sergeant.”

“How can you guarantee it, sir? Your enemies are too alert. If they can only find you are here under false disguise of a terrorist sentenced to death they can even arrange to kill you here.”

Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī is dead for them.” Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī tried to make Sergeant Ajay Natarajan sure of his safety.

Yet he knew Sergeant Ajay Natarajan was right.

Allah, how Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī insisted that his flagship paper must be given to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

How could he manage to make it conditional!

Chapter 24

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 22

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 22

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Lubnā Al Ħamīd

I noticed that a shadow fell across my back.

Having turned 66 I was the man of the house now.

I turned towards the sun to see the bronzed legs of Ħamīdah, dressed in her skimpy tennis outfit.

The skirt of this particular outfit did not cover her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot when she was just standing normally.

When she reached up to serve, she was probably completely exposed.

As she towered over me, I blinked back the sweat that rolled down my brow, trying to get a better look at her beautiful body.

Her narrow ankles flared at her toned calves, from all that tennis at home and at the club.

Her thighs were on the large size, due undoubtedly again, to all that tennis.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot mound was quite prominent, since my nose was just inches from it.

Could I smell the rich aroma of a woman’s, leaking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?

The smell of earth and plant matter from my morning work masked that rich Musalmān aroma.

The small outward curve of her tummy accentuated her wasp thin waistline.

From down here, near her exciting smelling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her breasts hung over me like a veranda on a beautiful house.

From my crouching position it was easy to see why she was the main object of my many shower sessions.

Her husband, Al Ħamīd, the president of the largest bank in town got the other city father’s to give Lubnā and me this house after Al Ħamīd was killed thwarting an armed robbery at his bank.

They gave us this 3 bedroom house on the Al Ħamīd estate in gratitude for his selfless deed.

Personally, Lubnā would rather have Al Ħamīd than this house, but life does not always work that way.

Lubnā’s luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Musalmān body shaded me from the meanest part of the noon day sun, as a heady aroma from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wafted across my nose.

Guess she worked up a sweat playing tennis on her court behind the trees, because there was a prominent wet spot in her crotch.

I reached up to wipe the sweat from my brow, when she said,

“No. Let me do that.”

Her left hand steadied my jaw turning my face towards her as she bent over, at the waist, and reached out with her right wrist and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the cotton wrist band she used when playing tennis.

Of course, this forced my face within inches of her melon sized breasts which had just been an exciting veranda.

There was a wonderful sprinkling of freckles on the upper slopes, and I could see a bit of the puckered flesh nipple before it disappeared into her lacy bra.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  was hard as a rock and pushing the front of my shorts to the limit, when I heard her say in a very husky voice,

“See something you like?”

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was now running the show completely as I leaned towards her to capture one of those melons in my palm.

“Durgesh. Lunch is on! Get a quick shower and let’s eat!” Lubnā yelled from the kitchen breaking the spell that Lubnā had cast over me and my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

I ripped my eyes from Al Ħamīdah’s cleavage and looked into her eyes.

An expression of loss swept across her pretty Musalmān face.

She whispered,

“Another time. Durgesh.”*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār could never forget I myself showed her the tremendous newsroom of HVSI Times, when she visited.

It was a great honor for Al Jihad Al Vaqār that I was so much interested myself to show her how the utmost popular newspaper of HVSI functioned.

“I have never seen so many desks,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said with mounting excitement.

“One thousand eight of them,” I pulled her to me using my left hand around her slim waist already, “and the newsroom is over five acres.” I scanned the room and pointed, “Look down this row to the right. About the tenth one down. You can’t miss it – it’s the only clean desk on the floor. That’s the metropolitan section.”

“For Ved Nagar exclusively?”

“For Ved Nagar exclusively.” I smiled proudly, “You know Ved Nagar is actually an infinite City that has its own City Government with several special privileges.”

“I know.”**

I got up slowly brushing against Al Ħamīdah’s thigh, hip and breast as she was firmly within my personal space and did not budge as my sweaty body rubbed against her.

Actually, I could see, hear, and feel her gasp as my shoulder and chest met her lovely, round melon Musalmān breast.

“Durgesh” from the house set Lubnā in motion as she sashayed towards the opening in the fence between her mansion and our house.

My eyes locked on those firm Musalmān globes of her, obviously toned, ass cheeks.

At the opening in the fence, she glanced over her shoulder to see me ogling her beautiful Musalmān ass.

A smirk of a smile swept across her face before she swished her ponytail and was gone.

I stacked the cinder blocks that I had knelt on beside the back step as I entered the house.

Lubnā said,

“Who were you talking to?”

I told her that Ħamīdah was shagging some tennis balls and we spoke just before she called me.

A shadow swept across Lubnā’s face before she said,

“Hurry with your shower. Don’t want lunch to get cold.”

Did she glance at my shorts and see my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund standing at attention?

I went up the stairs two at a time and hit the shower.

I wanted to take my time and relieve my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, but that would have to wait till I had the proper amount of time I needed to re-live this last encounter with Ħamīdah.

After drying, I slipped on a tee shirt and nylon running shorts.

Didn’t immediately see my flip-flops, so I went back down stairs bare foot.

When I came into the kitchen, Lubnā was standing at the kitchen sink with her hands on spread on each side of her and her head canted slightly to the right.

Lubnā was at least 6 inches shorter than Ħamīdah, who was probably about 5 foot 2 inches tall.

I slipped up behind her, quietly, placed my lips near her neck, and said, “Hi! Gorgeous. What are you thinking about?”

She shuddered and leaned back against me wiggling her tight Musalmān ass against the front of my shorts.

She always tried to seduce me either this way or that.

My lips came in contact with her neck, and I could feel the goose flesh pop up, so I kissed her and slid my lips to her ear.

She took my hands, which I had placed on each side of her, and brought them up to her breasts.

I started to pull away, but she held them firmly in place and forced me to squeeze them gently with her hands.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was back at attention and pressing between Lubnā’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks as she ground her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass against me in a circular motion.

Soon my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was sawing up and down her gorgeous Musalmān ass crack and my hands were squeezing her large, firm breasts with abandon.

She reached down, pulled her skirt above my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, and then tugged my shorts down enough so his head would rub against her panties.

In a low, guttural voice, she said,

“Yes! Fuck me Durgesh. Fuck me hard.”

On one of my pullbacks, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund slid between Lubnā’s legs and she spread them to welcome him.

It did take either of us more than countless strokes before we both came like crazy.

I squirted inside  her as I felt her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān cum wash over my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund .

Lubnā sagged against me and meowed a very contented purr as I kissed her neck with my open mouth.

Like a flash of lightning, Lubnā stood up straight and pushed me back with her butt before pulling her skirt down.

She turned in my arms, and said,

“Get over there and eat your lunch, ever young Hindu man!”

A look was on her face that I had not seen since before her husband was killed.

She reserved a stern, flint hard expression for me when I committed the most grievous crime around the house.

I looked deep into her flinty eyes and she said,

“Pull up your shorts and get over there and eat! NOW!”

I walked, on wooden legs, to the breakfast nook, slid in, and looked down at my plate.

What the hell just happened?

What did we just do?

Why did it happen?

I only did what she wanted, why was she yelling at me?

I could have been eating barbed wire for all I knew.

My mind was replaying every step of the last.

How long?

She is my Lubnā. I love her without condition.

I know she loves me, but Lubnās and Durgeshs don’t do that.

No!

They do!

Every Lubnā and Durgesh do it now everywhere.

Even if some Lubnā’s husband, some Al Ħamīd comes in the way, he is removed by the System now, this way or that way.

It’s Infinite BrāhmKalp now.

No Musalmān could have sex now even with a Musalmān woman.

No Brāhmañ could have sex with a Brahmāñī or Brahmkanyā.

A Musalmān Choot could have only an Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.

A Brāhmañ Choot could enjoy only a Bachhalyā Lund into her.

Or, so they claimed.

Lubnā was only twenty-eight years old now, yet she was a widow and I had to fuck her now.

What triggered it?

I know I was horny from my encounter with Ħamīdah, but Lubnā?

She had not been out of the house since Lubnā gave her that red evening dress the year after her husband died, and they all went to the club.

Next morning, she made me take the dress back to Lubnā.

I guess Lubnā was horny too.

Too much pent up desires.

After all, she had devoted her life to me after her husband was killed. Scouts, PTA, Soccer, Football, Debate class.*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār began to read this morning’s edition of HVSI Times.

She had taken it from a pile at the foyer entrance to the newsroom.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār wondered appreciating it immensely how I manage to serve mostly only positive news to my readers, viewers and audiences and could still manage to be number One.

Most of the news channels and newspapers never believed they could even survive if they didn’t serve negative news tremendously.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār skipped the SARC news and other foreign dispatches, skimmed, scanned the national news from New Delhi and concerned on the metropolitan news.

The attraction playing in Ved Nagar, it appeared, was development everywhere, mainly smart cities, seaplanes and Bullet trains.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār had become engrossed in this seemingly endless parade of the pleasure.

She felt a hand on her shoulder.

She heard her before she saw her.

“Ms. Nellie Bly, I presume?” Her voice carried a lilt of immense appreciation.*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s head came back.

She looked up as Bābarah Åālamgīr added.

“I’m Bābarah Åālamgīr, at your service, ma’am.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār scrambled to her feet.

She was somewhat surprised and disconcerted, unsettled, by Bābarah Åālamgīr’s immensely good looks.

She had expected HVSI Times’ best investigative reporter to resemble an aggressive ferret or a mole.

Instead, Bābarah Åālamgīr resembled an aging collegian that could easily win any damn beauty contest with excellence.

Bābarah Åālamgīr had gray eyes, absolutely marvelous gray eyes meant to take any woman immensely jealous of her and any worthy young man crazy to get her.

Moreover, as so many investigative reporters did, Bābarah Åālamgīr didn’t smell any breath spray.

“I’m Al Jihad Al Vaqār – an intimate friend of your employer, Durgesh.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār introduced herself.

“I work for HVSI Times,” Bābarah Åālamgīr corrected Al Jihad Al Vaqār, “Durgesh doesn’t own HVSI. He is its lifelong Chairman only.”

“Yeah. HVSI is a democratic organization spread almost everywhere.”

“That’s right.”

We walked Al Jihad Al Vaqār about the endless newsroom, introducing her to a blur of receptive editors and reporters, mostly young Musalmān ladies, as Bābarah Åālamgīr tried to explain the organization of the newsroom.

Very little of what Bābarah Åālamgīr said was new to Al Jihad Al Vaqār.

It was similar to the organization of her own newspaper, only there was more of it, very very much more.

I pointed out the location of the desks of the metropolitan editors, national editors, foreign editors, and the partitioned offices holding the sports desks, financial desks, culture desks.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār lingered with Bābarah Åālamgīr and me beside the copydesks, formed in the shape of a horseshoe.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched editors, most of them being extraordinarily beautiful Musalmān young ladies, sorting publicity releases and going through folders containing leads to future news events.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār followed Bābarah Åālamgīr and me into the wire room where several teleprinters pounded out news from around the Multiverse.

Most of this was from the HVSI Times’ own special correspondents, the rest of them were HVSI Press, news agency, PTI and other similar news agencies’ sources.

The flood of words pouring in dazed Al Jihad Al Vaqār.

“How many words come in here every day?” she wondered.

I looked at her,

“You mean just on the wires? Or from our local reporters, police headquarters, City hall, and in general?”

“From everywhere.”

“About a million and three quarters words every twenty four hours. We print about 150, 000 of those words.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār groaned.

“How’ll a reporter ever get a word in edgewise?”

“It’s not how much a reporter gets in,” I told Al Jihad Al Vaqār, “If s/he makes it as an investigative reporter, her/his words will get in, plenty of them.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār trailed us through one department and office after another – advertising with its staff of 500, the morgue with its rows of clipping files, the reference library with its thousands of books, the picture editor’s offices and finally the composing room.

Each story came out there in computerized strips that were cut up, pasted onto boards, converted into plates that were photographed electronically.*

Lubnā came back from upstairs dressed in a cotton, print house dress that clung to her every curve without meaning to do that.

She did not speak or look at me, just slid into her place and began eating.

My mind spun like a wooden top.

When the last scrap on my plate was gone, I could not remember what I had just eaten.

I turned to Lubnā, whose face was down and said,

“When you are finished cleaning up, I want to talk to you in the living room.”

She did not look up or acknowledge that I had spoken.

I went to the living room and sat on the couch thinking about what I would say to Lubnā.

I went round and round and most everything sounded more like my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund talking than me.

I was going over everything for the 20th time when Lubnā came in.

She started to sit in the chair across the room, when I got up and guided her to the couch.

I sat her next to me and she burst into tears.

I pulled her to me, and could feel her sobbing and my tee shirt got wet from her tears.

I stroked her back in the best soothing motions I could manage while my mind boiled over with all the thoughts and emotions that I could manage. As her sobs subsided, I whispered into her hair,

“I love you with all my heart, Lubnā.”

This brought on another avalanche of sobs.

I patted her for a few minutes and then pulled her chin up and kissed her firmly on the lips.

Her eyes popped wide open, she pushed me back and said,

“Durgesh! This is wrong. I am your Bahū Bégum.”

I held her gaze steadily and said,

“No Lubnā. What is wrong is that both of us are living under this roof and we are both completely in need of sex. You need it even more than me. That’s why you never listened to me when I opposed it myself.”

“I’m sorry to suck you when you were asleep.”

“You didn’t only suck me you fucked me too wildly after sucking me.”

“You could have stopped me. You were never asleep. You were only pretending to be.”

“I didn’t want to insult you. I never insult a woman if she offers herself to me.”

“Why not?”

Chapter 23

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 26

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 26

Durgesh Lajjā Mukherjī

Durgesh Sudhā Pandyā

Durgesh Smr’ti Kulkarñī

Durgesh Ābhā Upādhyāý

There were lots of crazy parties with women who wanted to have sex with me.

I hooked up with a bunch of them.

I’m not dating anybody seriously.

I really just wanted to concentrate on getting good women.

Although, I loved going to frat parties and certainly enjoyed loose women.

I was going to be spending the summer with my friend and his wife in Florida for the summer.

I was really looking forward to sleeping late, hanging by the pool, long soaks in the hot tub, and fun in the sun at the beach.

I didn’t plan on doing anything other than those things.

My friend would be out of town for the first month that I’ll be home.

He was doing volunteer work in Africa.

My friend was a wealthy man.

He owned ten car dealerships here in Florida.

He didn’t really work much these days.

He was more of a philanthropist.

He had always wanted to do work in Africa.

They were building a new hospital and he wanted to be involved with it.

He did say he’d make it up to me when he gets home.

Of course, Lajjā Mukherjī, his wife, would be home.

Lajjā Mukherjī was my friend’s little princess.

She didn’t do a damn thing.

I guess with her body and her looks she really didn’t have to do much.

I guess she was a trophy wife.

I wouldn’t mind having her on my arm.

She was a knockout.

Lajjā Mukherjī was thirty years old and my friend was sixty.

He really gets a kick out of her.

He treated her like his little prized Barbie doll.

I think he really gets off by it.

He bought her anything she wanted and even plastic surgery if she wanted that too.

I knew he had her breasts done, not sure she had any other work.

I often wonder if she cheated on my friend.

I didn’t know if she would.

She had a really wonderful life and I was sure she’d never want to fuck that up.

All she had to do is just look good.

She didn’t clean or cook.

He has people to do that for them.

She just had to always look like an absolute doll.

He must fuck her a lot.

I bet he popped Viagra all damn day to keep up with her.

I haven’t seen her since last summer, but Lajjā Mukherjī really makes my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund hard.

She had a hard Mukherjī Brāhmañ body.

She was very fit and always going to yoga classes.

Lajjā Mukherjī was 5’8″ and she had long blond hair, which she always put in an elastic band.

She had blue eyes and the longest legs.

Her breast implants were about a 38D.

My friend loved for her to wear very skimpy clothing.

My pants always get a little tight when looking at her body.

Lajjā Mukherjī was quite the flirt and loved to get a reaction out of people.

She loved me to want her.

It’s a whole little act that she does.

I really didn’t know if she’d really want to cheat, but I guess if my friend wasn’t around she might.

I guess time would tell.

I just arrived at the airport.

I walked over to the check-in desk and showed them my boarding pass and my airline ticket.

I checked my luggage and then proceeded to the security area.

After I was cleared, I then went to a coffee shop in the airport and bought a coffee and a magazine for the trip.

As I was waiting for the announcement to board our plane, I had noticed a lot of attractive women who were traveling alone.

Some of them were dressed to kill and I was hoping that I’d be lucky enough to sit next to one of them.

After about an hour, they finally made the announcement to board the plane.

All the passengers started to walk onto the plane.

Once inside the plane, I went to the overhead compartment and put my bag up inside the storage area.

My seat was by the window. I sat down and got myself comfortable.

I was pretty excited, one of the attracting looking babes sat down next to me.

She was really hot.

She had on a very short black dress.

She had enormous tits.

She was a blonde with blue eyes and she was really leggy.

She was really in great shape.

I knew this would be a fun trip.

I was already starting to get hard in my jeans.

It wasn’t a terribly crowded flight.

Thankfully, nobody else sat in the row.

It was just her and myself.

“Hey, I am Sudhā Pandyā.”

“Nice to meet you. I am Durgesh.”

“I am so glad to sit next to a hunk.”

“I am glad to be sitting next to a goddess.”

“You’re very sweet. I like you.”

We giggled and we put on our seat belts.

The stewardesses went over the safety instructions and then we were getting ready to take off.

The plane then got up into the air without any problems.

The stewardesses started to come around with the drink carts.

We were in the middle of the plane.

Sudhā Pandyā‘s dress was too tight.

I was able to get a really good look at her Pandyā Brāhmañ cleavage.

She had huge breasts.

I’d say she was 38D, kind of like Lajjā Mukherjī.

I was really hoping to have some fun with this babe in the air.

I was definitely wanting to fuck her and be part of the mile high club.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Nobody steady. I go to college at the University of Alaska as an honorary Professor of Psychology. I was going to be staying at my friend’s for the summer.”

“That sounds lovely. I also go to the University of Alaska. I’ve never seen you there. In the fall, it’ll be my last year. I probably would continue and get my master’s degree. Nowadays, it seems you need to have that type of a degree.”

“I just finished up teaching my first year. We’ll have to exchange numbers so we can go out sometime. I’d love to see you again.”

“That would be really great. It’s nice to have interesting and gorgeous friends.”

Sudhā Pandyā put her hands on my thigh and she whispered into my ear.

“You’re really hot. I am so horny. Do you want to have some fun?”

I smiled at her with a wicked grin.

It was almost like she was reading my mind.

With that, she stood up and got a blanket out of the compartment storage.

She sat down and moved her dress up.

She wasn’t wearing any panties.

She spread her legs and put the blanket over her lap.

I then put my hand under the blanket and played with her clean shaved Pandyā Brāhmañ Choot.

She was one slutty bitch.

I rubbed her Pandyā Brāhmañ Choot and pushed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund into her.

I fucked her.

Sudhā Pandyā was so wet.

I was so horny and needed to fuck her.

She was smiling when I played with her Pandyā Brāhmañ Choot.

She was moaning softly.

I could see her erect nipples showing through her dress.

She obviously was not wearing a bra.

I whispered in her ear.

“Go into the bathroom. I am going to fuck you. I’ll follow you in.”

“Thanks,” Sudhā Pandyā too whispered in my ear.

I groaned.

Sudhā Pandyā was a modern Brāhmañ girl.

Infinite BrāhmKalp had made even the Brāhmañ girls so ravenous for sex with me.

No Brahmkanyā or Brahmāñī could have sex with a Brāhmañ even now.

It was dangerous to her future.

The safe bet was only to have sex with me.

Sudhā Pandyā didn’t want to lose this golden chance.

She deliberately did it.

She had put detectives on me.

As soon as Sudhā Pandyā was informed that I was on the plane she successfully managed her seat beside me.

No more Brāhmañ husband.

Sudhā Pandyā had now enough of it.

She loved Manohar Pāŧhak, a brilliant Brāhmañ young man.

He suddenly found himself suffering from his false arrest.

“The Bachhalyās have framed Manohar, Dad,” Sudhā Pandyā claimed, “Only because I love him.”

Barrister Kamal Nayan Pandyā looked at his daughter curtly.

“Leave him, Sudhā. Let Manohar live. The sooner you leave Manohar, the sooner he would come out of jail.”

“I love him.” Sudhā Pandyā protested.

“You are ruining Manohar, and yourself too.”

“I hate Bachhalyās.” Sudhā Pandyā was all tears in her immense helplessness.

“In this Infinite BrāhmKalp, the System is allowing only a Bachhalyā husband for Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even, only a Hindu husband for beautiful Musalmān houseladies etcetera.”

“I don’t believe it.” Sudhā Pandyā shouted, “The Bachhalyās are managing it. They are the ever shrewdest politicians in the entire history of humankind.”

Barrister Kamal Nayan Pandyā said sternly.

“You are killing Manohar Pāŧhak. He has already been sentenced to death penalty.”

Sudhā Pandyā surrendered.

She refused to marry Manohar Pāŧhak.

Within a week Manohar Pāŧhak was out of jail and the real culprit was apprehended.

Prem Prakāsh Chaturvedī was the second young man in Sudhā Pandyā’s life.

He suddenly found himself suffering from nonstop negative circumstances.

Sudhā Pandyā left him too.

Prem Prakāsh Chaturvedī married her friend, Shakīlah Sultān, and gone abroad.

I was Sudhā Pandyā’s third effort.

She then pulled her dress down and walked into the bathroom.

I shortly followed her and she let me in.

Once inside of the very small bathroom, we kissed deep and passionately.

Our tongues danced in each other’s mouth.

She took off her dress, I pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet.

She put my cock at the entrance to her cunt and eased down on my cock.

Her cunt was so fucking wet.

I put my hands around her enormous tits and held them in my hands.

I squeezed them together and played with her hard nipples.

She put her hands on her knees and fucked my cock.

Her pussy felt so fucking good.

I bucked up inside her pussy.

I was loving her tight Pandyā Brāhmañ cunt.

“Hey Bhagvān! Oh God. I was so horny. You have the best cock. Come inside of me.” Sudhā Pandyā invited me.

I was fucking her fast.

I knew we didn’t have much time.

I let out a little moan and came inside of her wet Pandyā Brāhmañ snatch.

She then stood up and wiped the come with some toilet paper.

We kissed deep and passionately and I helped her put her dress back on.

I pulled my pants back up and she walked back to her seat.

I took a piss and then met her back on our seats.

I sat down and she had the biggest smile on her face.

“That was so hot. You have an amazing Bachhalyā cock. Thank you.”

“No problem. You’re a hot little fuck aren’t you? Do you do this a lot?”

“That was my first time. I always wanted to have sex in a plane. Thanks.”

“I had a blast. You’re one sexy babe. Hot Damn!”

I was pretty happy that we had fucked.

We exchanged numbers and agreed we’d get together once we were back.

She was just going to be visiting Florida for a few days and then she’d be back on a plane to New York for the summer.

She had gotten an internship at some fashion company.

We eventually landed and got off the plane and went through security.

I went to baggage claim to collect my bags.

I then saw Lajjā Mukherjī.

I couldn’t believe what she was wearing.

She looked so fucking hot.

She had on this little denim skirt, with a red tube top, and heels.

Her nipples were poking out of her tube top.

Durgesh, over here!”

“Hey, Lajjā Mukherjī? How are you doing?”

I gave Lajjā Mukherjī  a hug and a kiss.

She of course felt my erection in my jeans.

I just knew this was going to be an interesting day.

“You look great. You’ve really filled out. You must have been hitting the gym at college. You’ve turned into quite a handsome and strapping ever young man.”

“Lajjā Mukherjī, you’re not much older.”

We both giggled.

I was thinking she was the hottest wife on the planet.

She really could be my girlfriend.

My friend was one lucky guy.

“Let’s go home. I have a limo waiting for us.”

We walked out and got into the limo.

Lajjā Mukherjī looked amazing.

I was feeling really good since I just fucked Sudhā Pandyā in the bathroom.

But, looking at Lajjā Mukherjī was making me feel horny again.

“How is college going?”

“It was a great year.”

“That’s excellent. Your friend would be very pleased.” Lajjā Mukherjī smiled, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Nobody serious. Just lots of girls wanting to hook up. I was happy.”

“I bet you’re happy.”

“You look great, Lajjā Mukherjī.”

“Thanks sweetie.”

“Do you want some champagne? Open the bottle. Let’s celebrate.”

“What are we celebrating?”

“Summer, darling.”

I popped the champagne and poured Lajjā Mukherjī a flute of it.

“To a wonderful summer.”

We clicked glasses and she drank the bubbly champagne.

She had about three glasses.

I saw that Lajjā Mukherjī had shut her eyes.

I was just glancing over her hot body.

She really was one hot piece of Mukherjī Brāhmañ ass.

Eventually, we got home.

I followed Lajjā Mukherjī into the house.

“I was going to unpack and then take a shower. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“I called some of my friends to come over and take a swim. I think you’ll like them. See you later. Come down and hang out with us by the pool.”

I went upstairs and unpacked.

I then went into the shower.

While I was in there, I was thinking about Lajjā Mukherjī.

I continued washing my body and then I got out of the shower.

I wrapped a fluffy towel around myself and put my swimming trunks on.

I went downstairs and went outside.

Lajjā Mukherjī and her two friends were hanging out in the hot tub.

They were drinking and laughing and having a great time.

The sun was shining it was a rather warm day.

Durgesh, come over here. Let me introduce you to my friends.” Lajjā Mukherjī said, “Durgesh, this is Smr’ti Kulkarñī and Ābhā Upādhyāý. This is Durgesh.”

“Nice to meet you ladies.”

“You didn’t tell us how gorgeous he is.”

“I haven’t seen him in a while. He was very tasty looking.”

“Why didn’t you sit in the tub with us?”

“You must take your bathing suit off. We’re all naked in here.”

I took my bathing suit off and got into the water.

I was pretty stoked that I was in a hot tub with three gorgeous young ladies.

I sat next to Lajjā Mukherjī and she immediately put her hand on my Bachhalyā cock.

She was stroking me.

One of her friends was on the other side and she was playing with my balls.

It didn’t take any time whatsoever for me to get hard.

I had a raging hard on.

Now I just needed to get fucked.

Any of them would do.

“You know we could really have some fun today, Durgesh. Your friend lets me have sex when he is out of town. Usually with my girlfriends. We just won’t tell him that you and I are having sex. We’re not related anyhow. I have always wanted to have sex with you.”

“I am totally for it. Let’s do it. I won’t tell my friend a damn thing.”

“We can all fuck him, Lajjā Mukherjī. Let’s all ride his Bachhalyā cock and then we can bring him into the house and have some fun.”

“Do you want to fuck us, Durgesh?”

“Fuck yes. I’ll fuck you all. Hop on my Bachhalyā cock. Who wanted to be first?”

Lajjā Mukherjī hopped up on me in the hot tub.

She put her legs on either side of mine.

She guided my Bachhalyā cock into her Mukherjī Brāhmañ pussy.

She made sure to get it all inside of her and then started to rock and move over my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

I put my hands all over her enormous Mukherjī Brāhmañ breasts and we shared a deep and passionate kiss.

Her other two Brāhmañ friends were making out with each other, while I was fucking Lajjā Mukherjī.

Lajjā Mukherjī’s Mukherjī Brāhmañ Choot felt really nice around  my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

She was really tight.

I started to buck up inside of her.

“Oh Durgesh, your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund feels so good. Oh God. You’re so big. Oh fuck.”

Lajjā Mukherjī was slapping her Mukherjī Brāhmañ Choot up and down over my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

I was squeezing on her erect Brāhmañ nipples, while we were fucking.

“Let us too fuck him.”

“You can fuck him later. He is mine right now.”

Lajjā Mukherjī’s young Brāhmañ body felt so good on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

I was fucking her deep and hard.

I could feel her Mukherjī Brāhmañ Choot clamping down on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

“I am going to come. Oh fuck. I am coming.”

I came in Lajjā Mukherjī‘s Mukherjī Brāhmañ Choot.

We kissed deep and passionately and then she hopped off me.

“Let’s take Durgesh inside. We can all suck his cock and he can lick our pussies.”

Lajjā Mukherjī laughed.

“Smr’ti Kulkarñī, Ābhā Upādhyāý, you both are damnfools. You only dream of Durgesh. You don’t know anything about him.”

Smr’ti Kulkarñī and Ābhā Upādhyāý looked at each other.

Then Smr’ti Kulkarñī asked.

“What do you mean?”

“We can suck Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund  as much as we want. But Durgesh would never lick our pussies.”

Ābhā Upādhyāý was furious.

“Why not? We are Brāhmañ girls. We are the most cleanest of all of women.”

“Yet most coldest too.” Lajjā Mukherjī said, “Almost all of our Brāhmañ mankind is crazy to have beautiful Musalmān houseladies as their sex partners.”

Ābhā Upādhyāý looked at Smr’ti Kulkarñī.

“Our traditional Brāhmañ society is the most sexless society of all.” Smr’ti Kulkarñī accepted, “It’s the only society that despises sex as much as it crowns Celibacy in the name of Brahmcharý.”

I smiled.

“‘Brahmcharyéñ kanyā yuvānam vindaté patim’, what does it mean then?”

Lajjā Mukherjī smiled.

“That’s the problem. Traditional Brāhmañs don’t have any Vedic background for what they are doing now.”

Smr’ti Kulkarñī watched Lajjā Mukherjī angrily.

“Are you changing your denomination now? You are talking as if you already belong to Durgesh’s Saur Sampradāý, instead of our Brāhm Sampradāý.”

Lajjā Mukherjī smiled.

“I’m a COMMUNIST. Most of us Bengalese Brāhmañs are Communists. Brāhmañism is actually out of date now.”

Smr’ti Kulkarñī said curtly.

“Are you ashamed of yourself that you are a Brāhmañ, Lajjā Mukherjī?”

“What’s there to be proud of? Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī herself announced we Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs both need a Bachhalyā husband. She rejected a Brāhmañ husband outright for us Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even. They are most unreliable for us. They can surrender to Celibacy anytime. They can choose to Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat and opt for severities for Muslimāt. That’s what this damn Infinite BrāhmKalp is.”

We all got out of the hot tub.

Lajjā Mukherjī’s friends were all knock outs.

They all were blondes and all had implants.

I’d say they all had 38D tits.

They were all thin with blue eyes and bodies to die for.

I was pretty excited that these traditional Brāhmañ bitches were going to suck on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund now.

I have a seven inch cock. I keep my cock and balls shaved. Smr’ti Kulkarñī and Ābhā Upādhyāý held my hand and I followed Lajjā Mukherjī into the house.

We went upstairs to her bedroom.

I kind of felt funny to be in my friend’s bedroom with his slutty Communist Brāhmañ wife and her two friends. But, that thought left my mind quickly.

“I’ll ride his face and you traditional Brāhmañ girls can suck his ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund. I want to feel my husband’s Bachhalyā friend’s Bachhalyā male lips on my Communist traditional Brāhmañ snatch.”

I got comfortable on the bed.

Lajjā Mukherjī stood up on either side of my head and squatted down.

I kissed her Communist traditional Brāhmañ Choot.

She had the prettiest cunt ever.

I had already fucked her immensely.
“Oh God. Durgesh, Your Bachhalyā male lips feel amazing on my Communist traditional Brāhmañ Choot. Fucking hell.”

Ābhā Upādhyāý and Smr’ti Kulkarñī got busy on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

Each traditional Brāhmañ young lady sucked on one of my balls.

They both were on either side of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund. Smr’ti Kulkarñī kissed and licked my Bachhalyā shaft on the left and Ābhā Upādhyāý did the same on the right side.

Ābhā Upādhyāý put my Bachhalyā mushroom head into her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ mouth and started to suck it.

Smr’ti Kulkarñī was holding my one ball and sucking the other one.

It felt like heaven.

“Your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund tastes so good.”

“Let me suck him now.”

Ābhā Upādhyāý took my cock out of her mouth and then Smr’ti Kulkarñī started to suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

She brought her Kulkarñī Mahñrāshŧrian Brāhmañ mouth all the way down on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund  and then all the way back up.

Smr’ti Kulkarñī really did the most amazing blow jobs.

She worked her Deshasth Brāhmañ mouth up and down fast over my long ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

Ābhā Upādhyāý was sucking on both of my Bachhalyā balls.

“I want to fuck Durgesh now. Lajjā Mukherjī, let Smr’ti Kulkarñī ride his face.” Ābhā Upādhyāý announced boldly.

Ābhā Upādhyāý then got on top of me.

She herself guided my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund into her wet Upādhyāý Brāhmañ Choot.

She rocked and moved on my stiff ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund. Smr’ti Kulkarñī hoped up on my face and I kissed and loved her beautiful Deshasth Brāhmañ Choot.

Ābhā Upādhyāý was fucking me really good.

Her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ Choot felt really nice around my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

Lajjā Mukherjī then pulled out my cock.

She rubbed some lube on Ābhā Upādhyāý’s Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass and slid my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund into her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass.

Now I was fucking Ābhā Upādhyāý’s beautiful Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

“Oh Lajjā Mukherjī that feels so good. Oh fuck!” Ābhā Upādhyāý closed her beautiful Upādhyāý Brāhmañ eyes.

“You have the tightest little traditional Brāhmañ ass. Do you like me fucking you there?” I kissed Ābhā Upādhyāý.

“Oh yes, Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ,  Bachhalyā Piyā. Fuck my Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass.”

Lajjā Mukherjī held Ābhā Upādhyāý’s ass and I fucked her.

Then I started to buck up inside of her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ Choot.

Ābhā Upādhyāý started to orgasm around my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and then I blew my load in her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ Choot.

“Well that was lots of fun.”

“Fucking yes. It was a ball.”

I think we’re going to have an amazing summer. I think you’ll be our permanent boy toy now.

“How does that sound?”

“It sounds like a dream. I’d love to fuck you beautiful traditional Brāhmañ ladies whenever you want. I was sure it’ll be an awesome summer. Hell, I’ll feel like Charlie and his angels. Remember that silly show?”

We all giggled.

Smr’ti Kulkarñī and Ābhā Upādhyāý got dressed and left.

Lajjā Mukherjī went to take a shower and got ready for bed.

I went to my room, watched some television and eventually fell asleep.

I dreamed of not the beautiful Musalmān houseladies I fuck usually, all the beautiful traditional Brāhmañ young women instead I fucked today.

Chapter 27

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 23

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

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Chapter 23

Durgesh Dr. Ramā Bhārgav

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav 

Durgesh Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl

Durgesh Dr. Sītā Bhārgav

Lurching forward, I buried my face in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ bosom.

I was wildly kissing and thrashing my face in her tits and groping her gorgeous, twenty eight years old, exquisite, bottom with both my hands kneading her gorgeous, twenty eight years old, exquisite, perfectly round, firm, young, Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks.

Again taking charge, Ramā Bhārgav climbed on my chest, pushing me backward onto the bed while sliding and grinding her wet Bhārgav Brāhmañ snatch down my torso.

She was lying on top of me when we finally came to be face to face, and she planted another deep kiss on me, clutching both my wrists over my head while pinning me to the bed.

She whispered in my ear,

“It’s a process, Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā.”

Then, with a pregnant pause, she whispered in my other ear,

“And it’s a process of pleasure.”

Her soft voice and breath in my ears sent shivers down my spine and gave me goose flesh.

“You must learn to relax, savor and enjoy it,” Dr. Ramā Bhārgav PhD, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Sālī, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Sālī Wife, continued.

Calmed by this, I lay motionless, glad to let her lead the way.

My ego wasn’t even slightly affected.

I let those thoughts slip away as Ramā Bhārgav  took over.

As she kissed my neck, she caressed my arms and chest softly, barely even touching.

First it was the tongue, then a kiss, and then another little bit of tongue.

That was her technique as she worked her way down.

Her Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, had trained her herself.

“Never surrender to your damnfool Bhārgav Brāhmañ father’s ever utopian morals, Fātimah Jalāl,”

Ramā Bhārgav,” Ramā Bhārgav corrected.

“Fātimaaaaaaaaaaah Jalāaaaaaaaaaaal,” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl refused violently to accept her correction, “You aren’t Ramā Bhārgav actually. Your damnfool Bhārgav Brāhmañ father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, calls you with that ridiculous name. You are Fātimah Jalāl. Understand? That’s how I named you.”

Lying on my back with my legs off the edge of the bed with knees bent, feet touching the ground, Fātimah Jalāl, Ramā Bhārgav?, knelt between my legs.

I felt her mouth and tongue on my ball bag.

With one long lick she went up the length of my hard Bachhalyā Lund, teasing me with her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth, and then she took every inch of it down her throat.

A new achievement for a Bhārgav Brāhmañ young lady?

The Muslimāt must be defeated in snatching away the Bachhalyās from Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

The Muslimāt should never have any supremacy on Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even in sex for Bachhalyās.

That’s how they win ever immensely capable Bachhalyās.

Her elder sisters Rudrāñī Bhārgav, Pārvatī Bhārgav, Umā Bhārgav, Durgā Sinhvāhinī Mahishāsur Mardnī Bhārgav, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, had instructed Ramā Bhārgav.

I was blasted away by this!

It wasn’t that I’d never been sucked off before, but I was still under the impression that you had to work on a girl for a long time to get her to suck you.

A blow job on a first time was a foreign idea to me.

I’d always had to wait in relationships for a long time before a girl would bestow oral pleasure upon me.

My youth and my still ignorance were apparent to me even as it was happening.

With a flat, open hand Ramā Bhārgav gingerly lifted my swollen balls from the back and gently pushed them toward the base of my throbbing Bachhalyā meatpole.

Then, taking a long, slow, deep, fluid swallow, she made my manhood disappear once again.

Down, down all the way, down deep, and then holding me there for a long second.

Coming up in ultra-slow motion.

The way Ramā Bhārgav lifted my scrotum while she made long, slow passes up and down my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund did something to intensify the sensation.

There was no doubt this Bhārgav Brāhmañ young woman was good now with my Bachhalyā Lund  and had seen plenty of it now.

Then, all at once, she started to ratchet up both the suction and speed, bobbing her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ head more vigorously and sucking down my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund  with more Bhārgav Brāhmañ energy.

Or, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female energy?

Fātimah Jalāl?

Not Ramā Bhārgav at all?

After all, she learned all of it not from her father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, but from her ever profound feminist Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl.

“If you want to remain confined exclusively to Durgesh only, it’s all right, Fātimah Jalāl,”

Ramā Bhārgav,” Ramā Bhārgav corrected again.

“Fātimah Jalāl, shut up! Nevertheless, never let him dominate you, not even in sex.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, Ramā Bhārgav’s ever profound feminist Ammī, had instructed her.

Ramā Bhārgav‘s hands were also more active.

As she sucked me, she began to caress and tickle the underside of my seed bag, slowly roaming to the little place where the scrotum ends.

This was a new sensation, and even my utmost experienced mind was getting in the way again.

Her hand held my balls, her Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth owned my Bachhalyā hog, and her fingertips were inching toward my hips.

Part of me was saying to myself internally,

“You can’t let her touch your hips! You’re a man!”

Both sides of my brain came to an agreement:

They agreed to stop her hand and the blowjob as well for fear that I might cum before I got to fuck her.

Covered in sweat, I lightly directed her head up until she took my tool out of her mouth.

She looked up with her beautiful eyes and quickly got the hint.

She arose and then lay beside me.

I turned to her and asked,

“Do you want this?” as I placed her hand on my stiff Bachhalyā member.

“Yes,” she said, never looking away from me.

“Then what shall we call it?” I teased in an attempt at sexy pillow talk.

“Your cock,” she answered in her soft alluring way.

“And what about this?” I asked as I stroked the lips of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ vulva with my fingers.

“My pussy,” she replied.

Almost involuntarily I blurted out my first sexy talk.

“I want to fuck your Bhārgav Brāhmañ pussy, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Ramā Bhārgav, Fātimah Jalāl, whosoever the hell you are.”

Ramā Bhārgav just smiled and cooed.

Ramā Bhārgav. I love to remain Ramā Bhārgav. But I can’t break my Ammī’s heart even. Dad, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, says, ‘Mātrā bhavatu sammanāh’ iti Eīshānādésham.”

Feeling relaxed and unashamed to talk sexy felt liberating and free.

In fact, I liked it and loved the fact the she was getting off hearing me say those words.

She talked right back at me.

“You, the man I fuck, are older than me when all I want is your hard, experienced Bachhalyā cock. Sure, you have money, and you can keep it! I have my own money too not to be dependent on you financially. My ever profound feminist Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, hates immensely that any of her countless daughters be ever dependent on any male whether financially or otherwise.”

I digested the immensely valuable information about Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl and her entire countless daughters whether Brāhmañ daughters or Musalmān daughters, whosoever they were.

Ramā Bhārgav hummed to me like a seductive cat.
“I wanna get fucked again and again all night,”
I looked at her.

“So you don’t mind that I’m sixty six now,” It was a grave question, asked equally gravely.
“No, I want to have you because you’re sixty six,” she too looked at me gravely.

Her dominant personality was taking control of me again.

Yet, Ramā Bhārgav herself knew she never succeeded in controlling me.

No woman however beautiful she were had succeeded ever in controlling me.

Was it because I was more Shaktimān, full of Cosmic energy, than anyone of them?

Ramā Bhārgav didn’t know for certain.

Ramā Bhārgav only knew I was never putty in her hands. She was never the boss, yet she no longer cared.

“I’m twenty nine,” Ramā Bhārgav said, shifting her beautiful young Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes toward my ever handsome ever young utmost experienced Bachhalyā hard-on and gesturing at it with her chin, “and you don’t seem to mind. Why should your age bother me? It is Infinite BrāhmKalp now. Is it not?”

The room was steamed up by our sweating Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā bodies.

The glorious smell of her excellent Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot juice mixed with her perfume and our sweat hung in the air.

I spread her thick, shapely legs.

I mounted Ramā Bhārgav in the missionary position, looking down at her steaming Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, glistening with her wetness.

I slid my sixty six years old, utmost experienced legendary Bachhalyā Lund into her hot, wet Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, wrapping my arms around her for leverage, then launching myself into her as hard as I could, finishing the move with a hump and snap of my pelvis.

I would repeat this over and over till the end – A power fuck as hard and fast as I could.

Ramā Bhārgav needed it.

The Infinite BrāhmKalp needed it.

Ramā Bhārgav‘s moans and whimpers were spurring me on.

She hadn’t had her Bhārgav Brāhmañ honey pot slammed by me this hard in a long time, if ever.

This was hard, hot and wild sex.

It was all I knew.

As the utmost expert in the art of fucking I thought this was the best and only method in which to satisfy Ramā Bhārgav.

It seemed to be working.

Again, in my expertise in the art of fucking, I managed to find just what she wanted.

Ramā Bhārgav was a Brahm Padminī.

Nevertheless to keep optimum for the Infinite BrāhmKalp needs, not only Ramā Bhārgav, the entire Brahm Padminīs

Too instead, were trying to improve themselves constantly.

The moans and screams were nice to hear.

Ramā Bhārgav had taken over, and I felt she needed to know that I was the man and I would do the fucking.

“You like getting fucked, don’t you!” I grunted.

“Yes, by you only however, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā …. keep fucking me!” was her almost breathless answer.

Our bodies, now dripping in sweat, made a slapping sound when my hips collided with hers.

The aroma of her steaming young Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot  reached my nose.

“OHHHH, that’s it! Fuck my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot  hard!” She could barely get the words out.

Then another series of moans and screams of passion accompanied that wonderful slapping and slurping sound our bodies made.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and balls were soaked in her ever fragrant Bhārgav Brāhmañ juices.

I continued to ram her velvet lined Bhārgav Brāhmañ twat for some time.

Now, I was in control, and she had lost her composure. She was overwhelmed with pleasure, and could not form the words to speak, only breathless moans and coos.

Wanting a change of pace, I withdrew from her and nudged her to flip over.

“I want you on your knees, Ramā Bhārgav darling! Be my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Brahm Mare.” I commanded.

Ramā Bhārgav obeyed, flipping over without a word.

“I’m going to take you from behind,” I told her in my sexiest Bachhalyā tone.

The view, from behind her, was amazing.

I entered her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot and started to plow Ramā Bhārgav again as hard as I could.

After a short time we worked out a nice rhythm, where she would push her Bhārgav Brāhmañ twat back to absorb the full impact of my Bachhalyā thrust.

“My Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot hasn’t been fucked this hard by you, since college!” Ramā Bhārgav appeared to be thinking out loud.

The pronunciation of Bījāxar by Ramā Bhārgav told me she was still doing affirmations and transmissions.

No Brahm Padminī wasted her time usually.

Ramā Bhārgav too wasn’t any exception.

For someone who implied that her sex life with me was very active, Ramā Bhārgav‘s Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot was still tight.

She was facing the headboard during our doggie style romp.

After a while, without explanation, she slid forward and my tool fell out of her honey pot.

“What’s wrong?” I inquired.

“Nothing … just a second,” the words barely escaped her mouth.

She was leaning forward and reaching for something.

By the headboard, there was a nightstand with a lamp.

I thought for a second her aim was to shut or dim the lights.

Instead, she was reaching for the little knob on the drawer of the nightstand.

What she retrieved out of the drawer almost made my heart stop.

A full size tube of K-Y jelly was now in her hand, and she was handing it back to me as the moment of surprise and joy struck me like a ton of bricks.

Was this what I thought it was?

I thought I had better check first but didn’t want to scare away the moment.

Thinking quickly, I managed to play dumb:

“Your Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot is so wet. We don’t need this.”

“No!” she said, again with authority in her sultry voice. Then she uttered the words I thought I’d never hear Ramā Bhārgav say to me: “I want you to fuck me up the ass!”
I gazed upon her welcoming, sweat-soaked Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks shining like two hot buttered globes. Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, peered back at me over her shoulder, still on hands and knees while I was visually taking in the beauty of her round firm Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass and its lovely crevice, following the crevice down to the wrinkled pucker of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole and her battered Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot lips, glistening and dripping with her sweet Bhārgav Brāhmañ honey.

I squeezed some K-Y on to the head of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund  and slowly spread it down its length.

Ramā Bhārgav said,

“That’s fine. You need to lube up your Bachhalyā Lund, first.”

Ramā Bhārgav told me that a light massage on her lower back and bottom would help her to limber up and get loose.

I obliged.

Rubbing her waist and lower back was a sensual experience for me, too.

Especially when I worked my way to her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, kneading her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks, spreading her cheeks and massaging them open and closed.

It was like playing a pornographic game of peekaboo with both of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ  fuckholes.

This allowed me a chance keeping the mood sexy and erotic.

I then got the K-Y jelly ready.

Spreading her ever beautiful young twenty nine years old Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass I rubbed her sphincter, teasing it with my finger tip looking  at beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ her asshole.

The mystery and darkness of it , the naughty taboo of it, made me hot and want to get down to business.

I squeezed out a liberal glob of it and placed it on her Bhārgav Brāhmañ bung hole, plastering her rectal pucker, caressing and spreading it in circular strokes, slowly putting more and more pressure on her asshole until the tip of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund was in it just past the first knuckle.

“MMMMMMMMM… now we’re getting somewhere,” Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, acknowledged in a breathy voice.

With slow, steady pressure, I worked my lubed ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund in her utmost beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass as far as it would go.

“OHH, Ohh that’s it right there.” Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, instructed. “Keep your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund there …… feel my Bhārgav Brāhmañ anal muscles relax and open slowly,” Ramā Bhārgav added, now fully enjoying the insertion. “Now your push your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund more, let the half of it go inside,” she moaned.

I watched Ramā Bhārgav gravely.

“What’s that you want to destroy in this Infinite BrāhmKalp, Ramā Bhārgav, my Brahm Padminī young Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife?”

“Don’t worry,” Ramā Bhārgav laughed, “I can’t destroy your ever utmost beloved beautiful Musalmān houseladies, you know. They are still infinite times of us Brāhmañ women of yours. Aren’t they?”

I noticed that she never enjoyed anally the withdrawing of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund more than the forward thrusts.

This continued until we were up to the three fourth of my Bachhalyā Lund.

Satisfied that Ramā Bhārgav‘s nether region was lubed and loosened adequately, I readied myself with more lube and was ready to mount Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, stealing another peek at her Bhārgav Brāhmañ sphincter, now visibly more open than before.

Ramā Bhārgav herself ready on her hands and knees and wiggled her Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks as if daring me to take her from behind.

I had a little trouble getting in her backdoor properly, despite my utmost experience.

Ramā Bhārgav  reached back, got hold of my erect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and guided me up in to her ever beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, a procedure that always made me horny when I saw it happen.

Then, with the swollen head of my Bachhalyā Lund breaching her utmost beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, Ramā Bhārgav pushed back slowly as I pushed forward.

I penetrated Ramā Bhārgav deeper and deeper until I was balls deep, and the pink Bhārgav Brāhmañ ring of her sphincter expanded fully accommodating my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

Her forbidden Bhārgav Brāhmañ passage was open and receiving my Bachhalyā tool sophisticated.

It was so tight and hot.

It felt nice.

Ramā Bhārgav looked over her shoulder and said,

“You’ll have to take it a little easier than when you were in my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, okay?” adding, “at first.” and, “when I tell you I’m ready you can go ahead and fuck as hard as you can.”

“Is that good?” I asked. “Does my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund feel good up your young twenty nine years old Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass?” I smiled proudly.

“Oooooo Yeahhhhhhh,” Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, answered in more of a moan of ecstasy than the  actual word.

“Now tell me what you actually want to destroy here in this Infinite BrāhmKalp?” I asked mounting Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, gravely.

Chapter 24

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 22

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

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Chapter 22

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav

Durgesh Dr. Sītā Bhārgav

Durgesh Dr. Ramā Bhārgav

He was adamant.

His father and grandfather both were Brahmarshis in HVSI.

Why the hell Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav himself couldn’t be a Brahmarshi?

Kaikasī Chaturvedī was smart enough to understand her eldest son’s mood perfectly.

She masterminded her entire planning keeping his every potential step carefully in consideration.*

When Muħammad got engaged, it was a bit of a relief for me. Muħammad had been miserable for years after Muħammad’s wife had deserted him for me, three weeks before his Sixty Sixth birthday.

Now he seemed to be back to a vague semblance of his former self.

I was glad.

My friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah, had been through a lot.

It was more troublesome for me, because his wife had deserted Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah for me.

“I’m very sorry, Muħammad,” I said sincerely, “I never thought she was interested in me sexually.”

Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah laughed.

Infinite BrāhmKalp has come. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan says there were only two couples in BrāhmKalp, Brāhmañ Muslimāt and Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs. I think my wife was afraid of herself that Niranjan could not win her from me. She preferred you on Niranjan.”

“Niranjan Sharmā?”

“Niranjan Sharmā.” Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah said, “You know. He is Waħīdah’s Kħālāzād cousin.”

“Oh, yes. They loved each other perhaps since their childhood.” I remembered, “Waħīdah married you only because you were Musalmān and Niranjan Sharmā was a Brāhmañ.”

Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah sighed.

“Niranjan Sharmā is close enough to Bhārgav

Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav now. I can’t compete even with Niranjan Sharmā.”

I had, of course, met Muħammad’s fiancée a few times when she’d stayed at our house, but after a while, Muħammad asked me if I’d be all right if Zakiyah moved in with us.

There was concern on Muħammad’s face, but it was unnecessary.

I was a quietly confident ever young man, who was simply happy for Muħammad to have found someone.

But when Muħammad came to pick him up from HVSI, I did not expect to find what I did.

When I climbed up into the back of the four-by-four, there was a dazzlingly attractive slim Musalmān redhead sitting inside, smiling at me. She was about twenty eight years old, dressed in a disturbingly low-cut turquoise top and green miniskirt.

Her legs were covered in nylons.

“Hi Durgesh,” said Muħammad.

Durgesh,” Zakiyah smiled at me, “this is my daughter, Al Jalal Al Fātimah.”

“Hi,” Al Jalal Al Fātimah had an amazing smile.

She gently shook my hand and I couldn’t help but smile seductively.

I was completely amused to female company – especially such beautiful Musalmān female company.

Musalmān females were my specialty.

Even the BrāhmKalp could not take beautiful Musalmān houseladies away from me.

Brāhmañ Muslimāt couples were normal in BrāhmKalp.

Yet, I was an exception.

Waħīdah preferred me on Niranjan Sharmā.

Didn’t she?