HVS Law Internationals: 2

HVS Law Internationals

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Fātimah Rasūlllāh

As Fātimah Rasūlullāh sat in her jeep, she thought about me and tried to recapture our last meeting in her mind.

A smile came to her face as she recalled how I had made her laugh and how much she loved that I was spontaneous enough to meet her the next day after our first sex.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh was soooo excited sitting there, waiting for me to show up, her stomach in knots wondering if I would be interested in her even now when she had nothing new to offer me, or whether I would not be attracted to her now anymore at all.

Then, I reached there.

Because of the sun, it was hard to see in through the windshield, so Fātimah Rasūlullāh waited for me to get out of the car.

The first thing to catch her eye, was an incredibly long arm with a tattoo on the shoulder and then..

Fātimah Rasūlullāh saw me.

I smiled and Fātimah Rasūlullāh melted.

She had known I was cute, but Fātimah Rasūlullāh had no idea, before I fucked her, that I was going to be so well built.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh found herself saying hello, but wanting to run her hands under my shirt and pull it up over my head so that she could look at my bare Hindu chest.

She deserved it now after so hot a sex session with me in her own house.

I wanted to meet her at the place where Åbdul Raħmān was murdered.

And she was here.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh secretly hoped that I would have a bit of chest hair, enough that she could play with, twirl with her fingers, and lay her head against.

There was no hug, at first, just the two of us smiling at each other and enjoying the company while we batted some balls around.

And after goofing around, hitting and missing some balls, getting a little winded, we went for some dinner at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Pizza.

It was so nice to see Fātimah Rasūlullāh friendly with the waitress and the people around us.

After dinner, we found ourselves back at the golf course late at night, all alone in the parking lot.

We got out of the jeep and were standing leaning against my car when we decided to go for a walk on the course.

As we walked in the open field, we finally had our first kiss today, quick but nice and left Fātimah Rasūlullāh wanting for more.

She had been thinking all night about how she wanted my arms around her, for me to pull her in close so Fātimah Rasūlullāh could open her mouth and body to my touch.

We walked back to the cars and the more we talked, the closer we moved towards each other.

At one point, she was leaning back against my truck, with my body pressed against her.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh could feel our chests pressing together and she wanted to feel more, feel my hands all over her, feel me pushing up her shirt and grabbing her breasts.

Oh and that tongue of her, the way she circled my lips with her tongue – darting in and out – starting so gently and then pushing her tongue in deeper and harder just made me so hot thinking of me pushing into her Sunni Musalmān Pussy with my Uncut Hindu Cock.

As I leaned my back against the car, Fātimah Rasūlullāh turned her back to me and leaned against me, allowing me access to her body, wanting my hands to feel every inch of her.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh spread her legs.

She bent forwards and started rubbing her ass up and down and in circles on my Hindu crotch – rubbing me through my jeans – feeling my Hindu hardness as I pressed against her.

Then as Fātimah Rasūlullāh leaned up against me, she felt my hands forcing their way down her jeans, down over her stomach, down into her Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh heard her moan when my fingers hit her wetness and her gasping as she felt my fingers slide up and down her Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips, hearing the wetness and then when they pushed into her, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was helpless.

Leaning against my body for support, Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt my fingers sliding up and down over the lips, pressing deeper and deeper inside her.

My other hand moving to her breast and gently pinching her nipple.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh put her arms around my neck, allowing me to touch whatever I liked as she moved her body against mine, wriggling under my fingers, as I brought her closer and closer to cumming.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh tried to be quite but she wanted to moan louder, scream out my name as my fingers moved quicker, pushing in and out… feeling my squeezing her breast and feeling her nipple in between my fingers, rolling and pinching her nipple, until Fātimah Rasūlullāh could take no more, could hold on no longer as she felt the warmth start to spread through her body, the clenching of her Sunni Musalmān Pussy, the shaking as the orgasm ripped through her body.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh slumped against me, her chest open to the air, my hand down her pants, her legs feeling rubbery.

I moved her aside quickly as I opened her truck door and turned her around.

I quickly unzipped her jeans and pulled them down and off her legs.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh was now bare from the waist down.

I sat Fātimah Rasūlullāh down in her front seat, facing outwards.

I unzipped my pants, pulled them down, just enough for her to see the huge Hindu bulge in my pants.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh then saw my Uncut Hindu Cock spring out when I pulled my pants down even farther.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh couldn’t see my face, just my Uncut Hindu Cock in front of her, hard, pointing towards her.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt my hands reach in, gently grab her head and move it towards me.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh eagerly opened her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth and tasted me today for the first time.

She touched the tip with just her tongue, tasting the saltiness as I too was ready for me and had just a bit of precum at the end.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh dipped her tongue into me and then started swirling her Sunni Musalmān tongue around and around moving her mouth down my Hindu shaft.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh could feel my hands in her hair, gently but firmly pulling her closer to me as I began to fuck her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth – slowly.

My hips were moving back and forth, as Fātimah Rasūlullāh opened her mouth wider for me, felt me go further down her throat, could hear me moaning louder as I called out that I was close to coming.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh wanted to please me as I had her.

She wanted to hear me cum.

She needed me to come inside her.

As Fātimah Rasūlullāh sucked me harder and moved her mouth up and down quicker, she felt me pull out and roughly tell her to turn around.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh quickly turned around and bent over so that her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān ass was in the air, her knees on my seat and her head bent down in the passenger seat.

She felt my fingers at her legs, pushing them apart further and then felt my Uncut Hindu Penis on her Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

She could feel my Uncut Hindu Penis rubbing her lips from behind, travelling from her Sunni Musalmān Pussy all the way up to her ass and back down again.

Back and forth, not penetrating but driving Fātimah Rasūlullāh crazy with the sensation – wanting me to push in anywhere, getting wetter and wetter with wanting me in her body.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt my Uncut Hindu Penis gently slide into her Sunni Musalmān Pussy for just a quick second and then just as quickly I pushed into her butt hole and started moving my Uncut Hindu Penis in and out.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh couldn’t help pushing against me, wanting more… calling out ‘Durgesh, I need to feel you inside me, please, please put your Uncut Hindu Cock into me, anywhere just get inside” and then Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt the Uncut Hindu Penis come out of her.

And she felt my hands on her hips as I pushed deep and hard into her Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh screamed with the sensation, of my filling her so hard and quickly.

My strong Hindu arms held her there, as I grabbed her hips and thrust into her.

It was slow at first, then Fātimah Rasūlullāh could feel my hips moving in circles and once again, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was close to cumming.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh told me that she couldn’t hold on much longer, as I continued to thrust into her, again and again.

She could tell by my breathing that I was too getting closer.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh started to push back against me, go in time with me, squeezing her muscles inside, making her Sunni Musalmān Pussy as tight as she could.

As Fātimah Rasūlullāh heard me tense up, she heard me say ‘oh Fātimah” as I started cumming and Fātimah Rasūlullāh could hold on no more as she moaned with me, once again feeling an orgasm rip through her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body.

As Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt me pull out of her body, she saw me move over to her jeep and sit down in the seat.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh came out to me, grabbed my head in her hands as she gave me a deep long kiss.

And then she moved down my body, over my chest, down to my Uncut Hindu Cock, resting against the side of my hips.

I smiled up at Fātimah Rasūlullāh , as I knew that she wanted to taste both my juices, and hers.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh took me into her mouth.

As I sat there resting, Fātimah Rasūlullāh tenderly sucked on me, drawing me into her mouth, her tongue taking huge long licks up my Hindu shaft, up my chest and back down to my balls.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh gently took my balls one by one into her mouth and then once again, she took a long, slow, wet lick up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock and up my chest to my nipples.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh kissed gently on each nipple and travelled back down.

She felt my hands on the back of her head as she  settled down, happily sucking on me, feeling me in her mouth, soft and tasty, taking her time, enjoying me.. Until, Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt it start moving in her mouth, felt as I started to harden once more.

I fucked this good-looking Sunni Musalmān chick Fātimah Rasūlullāh nonstop.

She was a pint-size Sunni Musalmān blonde with big, firm tits never encumbered by a bra and an absolutely perfect extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān ass.

Frankly, she was a great suck, a great fuck, and she did have an exactly effervescent personality.

Moreover, she thought I set the sun, and she sure loved to fuck me at least once a day, so I hung with her nonstop.

I casually mentioned I liked to have sex outdoors, and she seemed immensely thrilled, immensely interested, especially enthused.

She said she’d love to do it with me outside too.

Consequently, we were driving by the golf course, and I was pleasantly surprised when she said that might be a good place for love al fresco.

A storm was brewing, and the players were running towards the clubhouse for cover.

Well, weather notwithstanding, since Fātimah Rasūlullāh was usually sexually adventurous, I decided to seize the moment.

I pulled over on a side street, and we made haste toward the middle of the course until we found an immaculate green with no one in sight.

It was one of those summer storms that you really can’t tell if it’s going to rain right where you are or not.

We looked up at the sky and decided it was going to blow over, so we quickly stripped off what little clothes we had on and proceeded to get down to business.

A few big drops began to fall as Fātimah Rasūlullāh performed her usual fantastic Sunni Musalmān blowjob to me.

That has always been my favorite oral sex position with any Sunni Musalmān girl, but it was particularly appealing with Fātimah Rasūlullāh because it afforded a great view of her spectacular derriere.

So young and firm but pliable, it had that perfect heart shape that, in this position, flared out to the sides to grip and pull apart for easy cunnalingual access.

Of all the Sunni Musalmān girls, I’ve had sex with; Fātimah Rasūlullāh was unique in this, to me extremely appealing, goose pimple reaction.

Anyway, it was time for the old Uncut Hindu Dick in the young extremely attractive Sunni Musalmān hole, as thunder rumbled and more giant drops of rain began to plop down.

So, I chucked the pin out and steered the tremendously stunning Fātimah Rasūlullāh down flat of her back.

I must say, with her long, curly blonde hair splayed back against the green grass, her clear blue eyes peering back at me, and that sharp-toothed ultra-white half smile, Fātimah Rasūlullāh really did look enormously outstanding.

“Poke that big ol’ Uncut Hindu Dick in here and fuck me,” Fātimah Rasūlullāh said, parting her Sunni Musalmān gash with both hands to reveal the wet Sunni Musalmān pinkness within.

I scooched her a couple inches back so that her Sunni Musalmān Pussy was right over my Uncut Hindu Penis and commenced to bang her.

Because Fātimah Rasūlullāh had such a superb Sunni Musalmān butt, I really preferred to fuck her doggie, but I was at that moment hung up on the “Sunni Musalmān hole in one” thing, so I had her in a missionary position, holding her skinny legs up high and wide.

Though Fātimah Rasūlullāh was always vocal, I had never seen her so carried away, as Fātimah Rasūlullāh was biting her lips so hard I thought they would bleed and ripping tufts of Bermuda from the green.

To prevent further destruction, I bent her legs forward to hold them and her wrist against the ground, kissed her Sunni Musalmān titties during this brief period the nips were hard, as I fucked Fātimah Rasūlullāh hard, deepest, and fastest.

“That’s right, you fucker; you greatest Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties, you fuck that damned Sunni Musalmān Pussy of mine GOOD! Fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me good!”

I always got a kick out of her talking like that during sex, as Fātimah Rasūlullāh never cursed at all any other time.

I liked her sexy talk, but what I really wished was that Fātimah Rasūlullāh would simply fuck back, put her hands to good use somewhere on my body, nibble GENTLY on my lip or ears, anything, really.

No matter what position we were in, I did most all the work, and Fātimah Rasūlullāh just lay there cussing like a sailor.

Of course, I’ve never been averse to hard work, especially when there’s an orgasm as compensation.

Anyway, there I was banging the cursing-to-the-top-of-her-lungs, lip-gnashing Fātimah Rasūlullāh on the 11th hole, par 3, dogleg right, for you golf aficionados, when there’s an ear-splitting crack of thunder simultaneous with her eyes’ becoming big as plates.

I experienced a weird magnetic feeling all over, what little body hair I have stood straight on end, and a “wah-wah-wah-wah-wah” sound pulsed in my ears.

And for an agonizing few moments, I could not move at all, neither breathe nor swallow.

Fortunately, my Uncut Hindu Dick stayed rock hard deepest inside Fātimah Rasūlullāh’s tight Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Then I heard a loud ripping sound from behind me, followed by limbs crashing down around us, though nothing but small branches swatted us. “Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I was finally able to holler.

Lightning had struck the huge white oak tree off the green in the rough behind us, splitting it in half.

Realizing we narrowly averted being zapped dead, but thankful to be alive and uninjured, our terror quickly turned to giddy Ashvinātam joy.

And what do you do at such times, when your hard and happy Uncut Hindu Dick is already deepest inside a wet and horniest Sunni Musalmān Pussy?

Resume fucking as if a bear gone mad, of course!

And in minutes, we both simultaneously came tumultuously huge orgasms.

Looking me straight in the eyes as Fātimah Rasūlullāh climaxed, Fātimah Rasūlullāh veritably screamed,

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Durgesh, you’re filling me full of hot screw-spew, you fucker you!”

I laughed out loud.

“Screw-spew.”

Never heard that before.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh was always the best fuck, and I gotta say, that particular orgasm was incredibly intense.

Still on the ground, Fātimah Rasūlullāh wriggled back into her shorts and tee, wadding up her panties and stuffing them into a pocket, as I put my shorts and polo back on.

We’d barely got redressed and stood up above the downed foliage when a couple guys came running up the fairway yelling and hollering if we were OK.

I guess it appeared we’d been struck.

Why else would people be down on the ground on a golf green after a lightning strike?

We told them we were fine and then all went over to the giant, smoldering tree, agreeing it was an awesome act of Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā and a close call for us.

Being gentlepersons, or perhaps because they were attracted to my bra-less blonde Sunni Musalmān cutie with the booty, they offered to carry our clubs.

Of course, we had no clubs.

With Fātimah Rasūlullāh in sandals and me in running shoes, we didn’t look like we belonged on the links at all.

Fucking out there was a spontaneous thing, so I had no story.

The silence was deafening.

Like perfectly normal heterosexual males, the guys were staring at Fātimah Rasūlullāh’s puffy plums quite visible through the damp, tight tee-shirt.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh was standing beside me, and since they were facing us only about ten feet away, it was easy to see what they were looking at.

I was fumbling to concoct some story about taking a short-cut when I noticed their eyes, at the exact same time, drop down and get bigger.

Her Sunni Musalmān ass was pointed 180 degrees away, so what were they gazing at now with such interest?

I followed their sight lines and saw that a big glob of cum had appeared from the wide leg of Fātimah Rasūlullāh’s shorts and was migrating down her inner thigh.

It lodged on the knob of her knee.

Never has a mass of sperm been more obviously a wad of ejaculate than that one.

That was a pretty clear explanation of what we were actually doing on the golf course, for they asked no further questions and just stood there silently ogling the extra-cute Fātimah Rasūlullāh they knew I had just fucked madly intensely outdoors.

I would have just loved it if Fātimah Rasūlullāh’d carved the wad off with a finger and licked it clean, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen because Fātimah Rasūlullāh even though loved my Hindu cum in her Sunni Musalmān mouth very much, was enjoying now the jealousy the Musalmān Beauties were watching her with.

Instead, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was entirely unembarrassed to the max, and, having a very light complexion, blushed red as a beet before I grabbed her hand, and we sprinted back across the course towards my car.

They just stood there I’m sure taking in the view of her perfect, panty-less buns jiggling beneath rain-moistened, semi-transparent white shorts.

Were we out of the woods?

Oh, no. Hail– appropriately, golf-ball size–pummeled us mercilessly the whole long way back to my car, but, of course, we did not even think about stopping to take Shelter beneath a tree.

For Fātimah Rasūlullāh, it was, a favorable first-time do-it-outside experience, so that was the endless beginning of us having sex outdoors.

For me, too, that “Sunni Musalmān hole in one” was the best sex I ever had with Fātimah Rasūlullāh and among the better orgasms with any Sunni Musalmān girl.

Being outside had something to do with it, but I’m sure the electricity from the lighting was the prime factor.

Maybe second best was when we got back to my car.

That incident with the cum running down her leg in front of the two strangers, one Hindu man one Musalmān Beauty, had really revved me up.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh, on the other hand, was turned on again because Fātimah Rasūlullāh was relieved to be back alone with me in the privacy of my big Buick Wildcat.

Further, the effects of the deafening noise of the hard rain and hail pounding the car, heavy breathing from the run, and writhing around soaking wet on the vinyl seats had ramped up our Ashvinātam horniness even more.

We ripped each other’s clothes off, and I fingered her twat while Fātimah Rasūlullāh gave me a hand job with one hand as Fātimah Rasūlullāh used the other to smoke a cigarette.

Yes, you really must be a nicotine addict to smoke in an enclosed car while having sex, but I really didn’t care until the smoke became so thick I couldn’t breathe.

So, I rolled down the windows a bit on both sides to get a little circulation, and a big hailstone bounced in.

Like manna from heaven, I immediately slipped it between her Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips, then punched it in deepest with my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Wow! That felt great!

A warm Sunni Musalmān Cunt with an ice-cold ending.

I’d gotten many ice-in-the-mouth blow-jobs from other Sunni Musalmān chicks before, but this was a first, and felt similarly wonderful.

The ice melted pretty quick, but there was plenty of hail all over the ground, so every time Fātimah Rasūlullāh was ready for a “refill,” I’d just crack the car door and pick up the biggest stone I could find.

It’s surprising how long it takes hail to melt, even in eighty-plus-degree temperatures, when it’s lying on the grass, which, because of the way the car was parked, was only on her, passenger, side.

We really got it down to a science.

I had her on her knees doggie in the front seat so that Fātimah Rasūlullāh could simply reach out the passenger-side door, pick up a fresh piece of hail, stick in it her Sunni Musalmān Pussy while I pulled out, then I’d ram myself back in on to the end of her vashe, fuck her until the ice was gone, and then repeat the drill.

The cold had the effect of prolonging my ejaculation more, and we must have screwed in that same doggie position for at least ten hours.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh came so many times I didn’t bother to count, each time, as always, her nipples becoming hard and skin plucking up into thousands of goose pimples all over her body, so delightful on that perfect Sunni Musalmān ass.

Foregoing a hailstone reload when it was melted, I gradually worked up to very deep, very fast jackhammer fucking as Fātimah Rasūlullāh cussed so nasty a Marine would blush.

Angling my Uncut Hindu Cock against her tiny but rock-hard nubbin’ to make sure Fātimah Rasūlullāh came, too, I finally blasted an intercontinental ballistic Hindu load of man juice into that quivering Sunni Musalmān slit, spurting squirt after squirt after squirt of my Hindu cream into her Sunni Musalmān box until it was filled up like a Twinkie.

“Better put your panties on this time. You wouldn’t want that my Hindu sperm to reappear unexpectedly.” I advised.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled,

“How do you know?” She cooed.

I looked at her stunned.

Sālī was enjoying it more actually, than even I did.

I never realized Fātimah Rasūlullāh loved outdoor sex with me to such extent.

Was she one more Kħadījah Muħammad in my life?

Kħadījah Muħammad, my Outqueen, was actually my Outdoor Sex Queen too.

So many extremely beautiful horniest Musalmān Beauties exerted their utmost efforts to defeat her in outdoor sex with me, but none succeeded ever.

Kħadījah Muħammad always defeated all of them even without any exception.

She was the craziest Sunni Musalmān Beauty for outdoor sex with me ever.

Durgesh darling,” Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed, “I don’t know why I’m crazy to have outdoor sex with you publicly. But I want to do it as much as I can.”

It was a beautiful waterfall.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh was all in her fours, nude.

I was also nude, riding on Fātimah Rasūlullāh from her behind.

My extra ordinary rock hard Uncut Hindu Penis was visiting her exquisite Sunni Musalmān Cunt proudly deepest.

Her gorgeous Sunni Musalmān buttocks were filling my nude Hindu male lap with my every penetration of her.

“You are not alone, Fātimah darling.” I kissed her passionately, fucking her madly.

“What? There are others too who love to have outdoor sex with you?”Fātimah Rasūlullāh was pleasantly surprised.

“So many of you Sunni Musalmān Beauties.”

Sunni Musalmān Beauties? You mean Shiåā Musalmān Beauties do also love to have outdoor sex with you?”

“Of course! Moreover Aħmadī Musalmān Beauties too love to have outdoor sex with me.”

“Yet, we Sunni Musalmān Beauties are more in numbers who love to have outdoor sex with you, than even the Shiåā Musalmān Beauties and the Aħmadī Musalmān Beauties?” Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed proudly.

Her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān eyes were sparkling with her great Sunni Musalmān pride.

“There are some reasons for it, Fātimah.” I smiled somewhat gravely at her penetrating Fātimah Rasūlullāh deepest.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh kissed me back more passionately and pushed back her exquisite Sunni Musalmān buttocks swallowing my Uncut Hindu Penis once more deepest into her lovely and wonderful Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

She loved my Uncut Hindu Penis deepest into her Sunni Musalmān love tunnel.

“So you’ve studied it too?”

“How can I ignore my darling?”

“Yes, you can’t. You enjoy comparing us Sunni Musalmān Beauties with the wretched Shiåā Musalmān Beauties and with the more wretched Aħmadī Musalmān Beauties. Don’t you?”

“Oh, come on, Fātimah darling. Don’t envy the Shiåā Musalmān Beauties and Aħmadī Musalmān Beauties. I love you Sunni Musalmān Beauties more.”

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr’s Ammī is a Shiåā Musalmān Beauty. Do you know?”

“Oh, oh!”

“Didn’t you?”

“No. Thanks for telling me.”

“Åāýéshah’s Abbū, Abu Bakr is not very popular among us Sunni Musalmeen, do you know?”

“Only because he married a Shiåā Musalmān Beauty?”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed ironically.

“A Shiåā Musalmān Beauty? Only a Shiåā Musalmān Beauty? Never only, fuck your Musalmān Beauties, Durgesh. Learn about them too, as much as you can.”

“You think it’s necessary?”

“Necessary? It’s quite vital. You can’t even avoid it.”

“Sorry, Fātimah. I can’t follow you.”

“Your Shiåā Musalmān Beauties and your Aħmadī Musalmān Beauties are not actually Musalmān Beauties even.”

“Fātimah!”

“They are Kāfirs. Do you understand?”

“Fātimah, I didn’t know you are so communal.”

“I’m not communal, you idiot. If I were communal you wouldn’t have fucking me, even so openly outdoors.”Fātimah Rasūlullāh flared, “I’m warning you. Be careful when you fuck your Shiåā Musalmān Beauties and Aħmadī Musalmān Beauties.”

“Nonsense!”

“They are after you only because we Sunni Musalmān Beauties are after you.”

“I can’t believe you, Fātimah, really.”

“They are jealous of us Sunni Musalmān Beauties.”

“Nonsense!”

“They fuck you because we fuck you.”

“Fātimah, please! It’s 21st Century, darling.”

“So what?”

“So you must understand most of us haven’t chosen our faith of our own free will.”

“What?”

“Most of us belong to some faith, because we are born in that faith.”

“What the hell difference does it make?”

“It makes all the differences. Why should anyone of us be punished for something we haven’t chosen of our own free will?”

“Well, aren’t we getting its benefits?” Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled.

She was still pushing back her gorgeous Sunni Musalmān buttocks into my nude male Hindu lap, nonstop.

My Uncut Hindu Penis was thus penetrating Fātimah Rasūlullāh’s extremely attractive Sunni Musalmān Cunt deepest in each of my powerful Hindu thrusts.

I’ve already understood that Fātimah Rasūlullāh was one of those nudists, feminists and exhibitionists Sunni Musalmān Beauties who were extremely proud of their extra ordinary extremely beautiful female Sunni Musalmān bodies.

No Musalmān could ever satisfy them sexually.

The Musalmeen, as Musalmeen, never loved nudity in public.

They even couldn’t tolerate it.

Moreover, the Musalmeen were right in the matter.

Public nudity destroyed sexual discipline Islam advocated.

Islam advocated even veil to keep sexual discipline in the society.

Islam was strict in it, no matter be it Sunni Islam , Shiåā Islam or Aħmadī Islam .

No sect of Islam did ever differ in this matter.

So Musalmeen, whether they be Sunni Musalmān, Shiåā Musalmān, or Aħmadī Musalmān, as Musalmeen they were against public nudity, feminism, and exhibitionism.

Moreover, they had to if they were really Musalmeen.

Musalmān Beauties who were proud of their nude female Musalmān bodies, therefore, could never live with Musalmeen.

They had to seek Hindu lovers for them.

The Musalmeen could object, but they couldn’t stop it ever.

“I saw the gun, in the drawer, two days ago.” suddenly Fātimah Rasūlullāh said, as if she suddenly remembered it, “Or, maybe three days ago. I was cleaning out one of the other drawers. I wanted to place some things there. I debated whether to put them in the drawer with the gun. I remember that the gun was there.”

I smiled fucking Fātimah Rasūlullāh outdoors proudly,

“And you hadn’t opened the drawer since then?”

“Allah, Durgesh darling, I just don’t know. I’m trying to think now because you are giving me all the bliss I wanted and dreamed of ever. I want to pay you back by helping you.”

I smiled,

“You wanted sex with me outdoors here at the waterfall?”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled too, proudly,

“It was one of my dearest dreams. I want you to fuck me everywhere in public, always, if it’s possible anyhow.”

Chapter 3

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3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

48. Making love and understanding everything

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

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

93.. The everincreasing infinite lust

94. The women in my life

95. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

96.  A Deep Conflict-1

97. I’m never ashamed of it

98. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

99. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

100. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

101. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

102.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

103. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

108.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

109. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

110. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

111. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

112. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

113. HVS law internationals : 1

114. HVS law internationals : 2

115. HVS law internationals : 3

116. HVS law internationals : 4

117. HVS law internationals : 5

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


HVS Law Internationals: 1

HVS Law Internationals

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr

Fātimah Rasūlllāh

She rushed to me, put her arms around my neck, hugged me and kissed.

With tear-swollen eyes she said,

“I knew you can do the wonders. I’m released on bail, while everyone said it was impossible.”

I kissed her to assure her faith in me.

“Let’s go. You are released on bail, not acquitted yet.”

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr laughed,

“Yet!”

She was not taking the matter seriously even now.

It was all only a game for her, even now.

It was very difficult to live the faith my women had in me.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

They believed I was not an ordinary human being.

Nonsense!

I knew what I was.

“How much did you tell them?” I asked when I thought Åāýéshah Abu Bakr could answer me.

It was only when we reached home.

“Not a thing.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr laughed, “I told them that I resented the way they had made the arrest and taken me out of Saåūdī Arabia. I told them that I thought I have been kidnapped by the police.”

I watched Åāýéshah Abu Bakr gravely.

She did not love Fātimah Rasūlullāh as her trustee.

She loved her as if she was her elder sister, her Bājī.

Well, she was not.

Moreover, Fātimah Rasūlullāh did not appreciate her as she wanted to.

She took her only as her trustee.

One side love.

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr was an emotional stupid.

Instead of my repeated warnings, she could never control her emotions.

Ultimately it resulted in adverse.

Her emotions  put her behind the bars.

She was unable to understand she couldn’t play with the law.

All her supporters from Congress miserably failed.

They were heavily bribed by Ålī, and his Ammījān Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib.

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr went on,

“I told them that I was indignant. I hadn’t even to put on the act that I was too mad to cooperate. I was really mad.”

“It’s all right. The only thing is they damn care whether you are mad on their strategies or not.”

“Well, they failed in keeping me behind the bars. Haven’t they?”

“Because the Chief Justice has a daughter, Safiyah Muħammad, who loves me more than anything. She compelled her Ammījān to release you on bail to have me for her life.”

“Safiyah Muħammad is a nice kid.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr giggled.

“Only eighteen.” I said curtly, “And I’m sixty one. Her Ammījān, Chief Justice, Navīdah Sulémān, never wanted her to be on my bed. Yet…”

Chief Justice, Navīdah Sulémān, is mistaken.”Åāýéshah Abu Bakr announced, “She herself enjoys you on her bed, even while her husband, Nādir Sheikħ is still living. A veteran Congressperson he is. Isn’t he?”

I did not answer her.

Instead, I smiled,

“Never underestimate a Congressperson, Åāýéshah.”

“They failed. Didn’t they?”

“Not yet.”

“Well, Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib and Ålī could not keep me behind the bars despite their desperate frantic attempts.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr said scornfully, “Your Uncut Hindu Penis proved to be more dominant than any bloody Congressperson.”

It was useless to argue with her in this mood of her.

“What have they got on you, do you know?” I asked Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.

“No.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr spat up, “Neither, I do care, damn it.”

“We still have to fight the case, Åāýéshah. You are accused of a murder.”

“Well, I never murdered the bloody blackmailer.”

“Tell me everything, you idiot.”.

She winked at me.

“I never knew you are so resourceful, Méré Hindu Piyā!”

“Stop praising me, and tell me what happened.”

“There isn’t much to tell.”

“Did you know the dead man?”

“I’ve talked with him on the phone. That is, if he’s Åbdul Raħmān.”

“What do you know about him?”

“Not too much. But he had me in kind of a peculiar position.”

“Blackmail?”

“Well, not exactly. Åbdul Raħmān was engaged in a sneak attack, in a tiptoe attack, on the management of Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company. The dirty Congresspersons were helping him, against me, because I support NDA.”

“Don’t make it political, Åāýéshah.”

“Well, the dirty Congresspersons have already made it political. They want to blacken NDA by doing it.”

“Let’s keep politics out of it.”

“Will they allow?”

“What happened?”

“Åbdul Raħmān wanted to get rid of the management and put his own crowd in.”

“You knew that?”

“I knew that—at least Åbdul Raħmān told me.”

“Go ahead.”

“Åbdul Raħmān knew that Fātimah Rasūlullāh had a big block of stock in the oil company. At least he assumed she did. He knew that her Abbū, Rasūlullāh, had bought it and that it had gone into the trust fund.”

“And so?”

“And so Åbdul Raħmān went to Fātimah Rasūlullāh.”

“He wanted her to give him a proxy?”

“He wanted her to give him a proxy. Fātimah Rasūlullāh told Åbdul Raħmān she couldn’t do it, because the stock was in my name as trustee. So then, Åbdul Raħmān asked her to write a letter to me as trustee, instructing me to give him a proxy on stock.”

“And Fātimah Rasūlullāh did?”

“Fātimah Rasūlullāh did.”

I watched her with keen interest,

“And then?”

I knew it was not easy for me to extract the truth out of Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.

Of course, she loved me.

But, almost all my women thought me a kind of demigod.

They were so thrilled and obsessed with my almost endless successes over their oppressors, their mankind.

They hated their tyrant mankind.

I defeated and humiliated their oppressors.

Consequently, they loved me even more than their own lives.

Alas, I could not live their optimism.

Despite all their optimism in me, I couldn’t forget I was too an ordinary man, a normal man, as the rest of the mankind.

Only difference I had from the rest was that I was abnormally hypersexual.

Nothing else.

“Then,” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr looked at me, “then, of course, I was in a spot. I didn’t have the stock. Moreover, I didn’t want Fātimah Rasūlullāh to know I didn’t have it. That would have caused her to ask for an accounting. That’s why I didn’t want to tell Åbdul Raħmān I’d sold the stock.”

“This was at a time when the value of the stock was low?” I watched her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face to study her reactions.

“That’s right.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled at me confidently.

She had already taken out my Uncut Hindu Penis out of my lower, and now she was playing with it,

“It was just before the strike in the new field. Åbdul Raħmān could have bought up the control of the company if he could have found the stock and had the money. But Åbdul Raħmān was working on a shoestring.”

Even enjoying optimum extremely beautiful Åāýéshah Abu Bakr’s handling of my Uncut Hindu Penis, I kept on watching her face keenly.

It was necessary for me to win the case.

And it was necessary for me to win the case to keep the faith of my countless extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties in me intact.

I couldn’t be negligent even a bit.

“So what did you do, Åāýéshah?”

“I told Åbdul Raħmān I would have to know more about what he had in his mind. I told him I had to know his plans for developing the company’s property before I’d honor Fātimah Rasūlullāh’s letter.”

I smiled at her,

“That’s nice.”

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled too,

“What do you think I enjoy only your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot? I learn from you simultaneously as you love all of us your Musalmān Beauties to do.”

I kissed Åāýéshah Abu Bakr passionately,

“I’m proud of all of you my Musalmān Beauties.”

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr winked at me,

“Thank you. Åbdul Raħmān insisted on seeing me. I refused to give him an interview. Then Åbdul Raħmān played his ace in the hole. He told me he had something to tell me about Ålī. Åbdul Raħmān told it would eliminate Ålī from the picture as far as Fātimah Rasūlullāh was concerned. He said he needed money to carry on his proxy campaign. Åbdul Raħmān said if I’d bring him ten thousand dollars in hundred dollar bills, he’d give me an earful of facts against Ålī that would put the bastard Ålī out of circulation.”

I watched Åāýéshah Abu Bakr keenly,

“And Åbdul Raħmān wanted proxies too?”

“Yes.”

“Åbdul Raħmān was a blackmailer then?”

“Well,” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled, “every businessperson does so, every now and then, less or more.”

“That’s why they suffer from economic insecurities.” I commented tersely, “No honesty in business dealings, no Economic Security. It’s as simple as that. As you sow so you reap.”

“I know your views.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled sweetly to me, “However, you know I would have done anything to prevent Fātimah Rasūlullāh from marrying that bastard Ålī. He isn’t Ħazrat Ålīrzu as the idiot Fātimah Rasūlullāh thinks he is.”

I controlled myself,

“What about proxies?”

“That’s the strange, incredible thing. When Åbdul Raħmān made me that offer, I decided to take him up. I went out and bought up twenty thousand shares of Rājsthān Oil Stock in the joint name of Fātimah Rasūlullāh and Durgesh. Naturally, being the trustee I couldn’t do in my own name. I couldn’t do it in her sole name because Ålī would have made Fātimah Rasūlullāh to sell them for his vested interests. His scrupulous Ammījān, Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib, would have helped cheerfully her bastard son. I got them hundred Rs. Per share. I intended to let Åbdul Raħmān think they were the original shares of stock from trust. Then within a couple of days, the new strike was made and the stock started climbing sky high.”

“And the stock is in our joint name, not in the name of trust?”

“That’s right.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr twittered.

I watched Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.

“You have no letters from Åbdul Raħmān, no evidence to back up your story?”

“No.”

“Åāýéshah, I especially instructed you never to believe any person. Anyone can cheat. Anyone can deceive you even when you need his/her support very much. We all are human beings and instead of how excellently we are trained in divinities, we are basically animals when born.”

“Yes, you always instruct me to rely on documentary proof admissible in a competent court.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled wearily.

“And yet you—”

“I never realized its gravity and importance to the extent you wanted to convey to me. Sorry.”

“What sorry? Instead of my repeated instructions, you do the same mistakes anyway. And now you are facing a murder charge.”

Durgesh, I’m not as scrupulous as you are. I agree.”

“It’s needed to be scrupulous to survive in this world, full of beasts called human beings.”

“Sorry.”

“Sālī! Says ‘sorry’.”

“Oh, come on Durgesh, you can’t make all of us your Musalmān Beauties lady Durgeshes.”

“And why can’t I?”

“A woman loves to depend on her man.”

“Nonsense! Everyone must be as much independent as one can.”

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr only smiled.

She said nothing in response.

“You can’t afford to tell your story to the jury, Åāýéshah. It’ll crucify you.” I said ultimately.

“I did what I thought best.”

“Best for whom?”

“Fātimah Rasūlullāh, of course.”

“A jury would not agree with you.”

“I can’t help it.”

“You have to. You can’t neglect what a jury thinks. They are there to decide whether you have murdered Åbdul Raħmān or not.”

“I haven’t.”

“The police don’t believe it. The district attorney does not believe it.”

“Because they are heavily bribed by Ålī and his Ammījān, Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib.”

“Maybe, yet even if it’s true we can’t prove it in the court.” I said, “Yet, we have to prove you are not guilty.”

“You are expert in doing it. They all say.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled.

“You are not taking it seriously still now. In court, it’s not important what the defendant and the defense council thinks right. The important thing is what the jury and the judge thinks. We have to make them to see our point.”

“You are expert in doing it. They all say.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled again, “I said it already.”

“Let me tell you what a jury will think. A jury will think you sold out the Rājsthān Oil stock from the trust fund. A jury will think that you had a tip the new wells were in oil sand. You acted on that tip to feather your own financial nest.”

“But in that case I would have purchased the shares in my name, not in your joint name with Fātimah Rasūlullāh.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr argued.

“Now you can see why I stopped you from purchasing the shares in your own name?”

“Sorry, I can see it now.”

“Åāýéshah, you are still not telling me the truth.”

“You are wrong, Durgesh.”

“You are foolishly shielding someone.”

“You are under wrong impression.”

“I can’t fight for you effectively if I don’t know the truth.”

“I know that.”

“You are an idiot who thinks I am a magician that can protect you even when you wouldn’t tell me the truth. You are overconfident of me. And it can turn to be suicidal.”

Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled.

Durgesh, how many Musalmān Beauties have you represented in court till now?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“As many as thousands?”

“Maybe. I’m not getting your point yet.”

“How many of them lied to you?”

“Oh!”

“Isn’t it a fact that most of them lied to you under this or that pretext?”

“What do you want to say?”

“How many of them got prosecuted to get punished?”

“Åāýéshah!”

“None of them. Not even a single one.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled, “You always manage to prove them not guilty, and get them released either this way or that. You are a legal wizard, Durgesh, a master cross examiner.”

“Even I can fail someday.”

“You are getting more and more experienced day by day, making your so called failure more and more impossible.”

It was useless to argue with Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.

She had more confidence in me than even I did.***

Fātimah Rasūlullāh greeted me warmly,

“Oh, I’m so glad to see you, Mr. Durgesh! I never thought I could meet the great Durgesh in person someday.”

“I’m honored. Thank you very much. I represent your trustee, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr charged with the murder of Åbdul Raħmān.”

“I know. Isn’t it too terrible for Åāýéshah?”

“These things almost always look blacker at the start. The police, and the persons who frame the innocents, always have succeeded at the beginning. Their erroneous version is believed to be true.”

“Yes, I can see your point.”

“I advised you to call your attorney.”

“Well, thank you.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled, “I don’t think you’d protect a Musalmān Beauty on the cost of the other.”

“Thanks for your confidence in me. Even then—”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh interrupted me,

“It’s all right. Throw me to the wolves to protect your client. I doubt you are capable.”

“Thanks. Åāýéshah is your trustee. She maybe representing you, in a way. Yet, it doesn’t mean that I represent you too.”

“I understand. Please be seated.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh indicated a comfortable chair.

I thanked her and dropped into the chair.

“May I get you a drink?”

“Thanks, but I don’t take wine.”

“Some juice?”

“Let’s skip the formalities. Let’s think you offered me the juice and I’ve taken it. Tell me about the gun.”

“Gun?”

“That’s what I said.”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh was all-alert now.

“What do you want to know about the gun?”

“Did Åāýéshah loan it to you?”

“Of course, she loaned me a gun.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled charmingly.

“Where is it?”

“In the drawer, in my bedroom.”

“Let’s go get it.”

“All right. I’ll bring it to you.”

“That’s why I wanted your attorney to be present here.”

“What?”

“It’s a murder case. You need a witness to be with you whenever you deal with such weapons that maybe involved in the murder case.”

“I see.”

“Call your attorney now.”

“Can’t you yourself be a witness for the time being?”

“In that case, I’ve to accompany you into your bedroom.” I smiled, “Better call your own attorney.”

“I’d be jealous of her if she disturbs our privacy.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled suggestively, “A woman never wants her rival in her bedroom.”

“Well, well, I didn’t know your attorney was a lady.”

“A brilliant young Musalmān Beauty she is too.”

“Oh, oh!”

“So, you can see now why I didn’t call her despite your advice to the effect.”

I laughed,

“I’m flattered.”

“I think you want to watch my expressions while I handle that gun under the pretext that I need a witness.”

“Nonsense! Then I haven’t suggested you ever to call your attorney.”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh watched me cunningly.

“You are shrewd enough to know a Musalmān Beauty won’t allow another Musalmān Beauty ever, to disturb her privacy with you, when you visit her first in her lifetime.”

“Okay, bring the gun yourself.”

“Not now. Come into my bedroom.”

“Fātimah Rasūlullāh, isn’t your bedroom a dangerous place if we both are there together?”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled challengingly.

“Let’s see how dangerous a place my bedroom is, if we both are there together.”

“Do you really mean it?”

“I’ve nothing to hide.”

“I thought every woman has so many things to hide from a man that—”

“I didn’t mean that.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh interrupted me.

I smiled.

“I mean I haven’t to hide my expressions you are after to watch. Come on.”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh led the way down a passageway.

She opened the door of a classically ultramodern feminine room, walked over to a dresser by the bed, triumphantly opened the drawer and then with her hand suddenly on her breast, she recoiled.

“The…the gun isn’t there.”

I smiled.

“I never thought it was there.”

“What do you mean?” Fātimah Rasūlullāh whirled at me.

“I think the gun is used in killing Åbdul Raħmān.”

“Nonsense!”

“Tell the police that what they think is nonsense.”

“But… but how could it happen?”

“It’s the one thing the police would be interested to ask you.”

“Ask me?”

“Why not? It was a gun in your possession. You have to account for how it was used in killing Åbdul Raħmān.”

“How can I do it? I left it there. And I thought it was still there.”

I didn’t tell her that I’d come there already prepared for it.

I had an ultramodern video camera in the form of a button of my shirt.

It was recording everything she was doing and telling me with each her minutest expression.

She couldn’t change her testimony afterward even if she wanted to.

I always used this equipment whenever I met some witness in a case I was fighting.

I believed in mechanical and documentary proof more than on ever-changing individuals, for their own vested interests.

“Someone took it.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh said at length.

“Of course! That’s the only logical conclusion if the gun was really there.”

“I swear the gun was there.”

“Would you be honest enough to swear so in the court too?”

“Why not? Mr. Durgesh, I never tell a lie.”

“That’s nice. Do you know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club?”

“Yes. I’m a member of the club. Why did you ask?”

“It’s a women’s club?”

“Yes. But we can take our male friends there too as our guests.”

“I see. Did you, by any chance, go out Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club the night of the murder?”

“No, why?”

“You are a member of the Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club?”

“Of course! I’ve already told you that.”

“As a member you have a key?”

“Yes. Of course! Here it is. I had it in the drawer with the gun.”

“Had?”

“Oh, don’t be silly. I mean I have it.”

“Let’s take a look.”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh rummaged through the back of the drawer and produced a key ironically to me.

“Thank you.” I didn’t take the key from her hand, only watched it, “Now then, can you assure me that you didn’t take that key last night, and the gun, went out to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club, met Åbdul Raħmān on the seventh tee, had an argument with him over blackmail and shot him?”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled.

“Of course I assure you that. I never murder anyone. I know better ways to deal with any bloody blackmailer.”

“What are the better ways?”

“Tut tut, Durgesh darling, a woman must be allowed to keep her secrets to herself.”

I smiled.

“There’s a pretty good chance that the Åbdul Raħmān murder was committed with Åāýéshah Abu Bakr’s gun. Now then, as far as you know, the gun was here, in this drawer, until the day of the murder?”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh watched me smiling,

“What’s you are after, Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt?”

Her smile was impish.

“Sālī,” I smiled, “we are in your bedroom. None else is here. You are an extra ordinary Musalmān Beauty. And you are calling me ‘Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt’ impishly?”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed and grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis.

It stood up immediately.

“Thank you.”Fātimah Rasūlullāh winked at me, “It is ready for me.”

I hugged Fātimah Rasūlullāh immediately.

Her arms went around my neck.

She kissed me passionately.

My palms cupped her heavy buttocks.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh looked into my eyes.

“I’m still virgin. I’m a one-man woman. Once you have me, you can’t get rid of me ever.”

“Sālī,” I too winked at her, “who the hell wants to get rid of you ever? Don’t you watch your extra ordinary Sunni Musalmān Beauty in a mirror?”

Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed.

“Then what the hell I’m waiting for?”

“Ask yourself.”

She undressed me herself as quickly as it was possible for her.

I undressed Fātimah Rasūlullāh too in the meantime.

Her greedy eyes on my Uncut Hindu Cock exposed her ravenous thirst for me.

It was written in her very eyes that she loved my Uncut Hindu Cock very much.

It was a miracle that Fātimah Rasūlullāh hadn’t approached me herself till now.

I told her so.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed.

“I was not sure my move would have been appreciated. I was waiting for the right opportunity.”

“And it paid?”

“And it paid.”

What made me special was my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was huge.

It was massive.

Almost ten inches long and as “thick as a brick”, as she would describe it, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was intimidated and awed by it the first time she saw it.

She had to have it and she had in time ultimately.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was standing upright.

Her eyes locked onto my Uncut Hindu Cock for a moment before looking up at me.

I walked over and, placing my hands on her shoulders, guided her up to stand in front of me.

We embraced in nude, my hardening Uncut Hindu Cock oozing pre-cum.

I kissed Fātimah Rasūlullāh once more on the mouth. After a few seconds, she pulled back.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh began stroking my thick Uncut Hindu Cock in her beautiful Sunni Musalmān hand.

Her Sunni Musalmān lust and hunger got the better of her and Fātimah Rasūlullāh started to kiss the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Licking my shaft, she looked up at me.

Our eyes locked.

She could see in my face, the determination and control, knowing that Fātimah Rasūlullāh was going to suck me off in her own house.

Her eyes also showed control, and hunger.

She knew who was in charge.

On her knees or sitting down, with my Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was.

Her left hand cupped my balls while her right hand gently stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock.

She couldn’t get her hand around it so she used her saliva and my pre-cum to lubricate the shaft while she pushed gently on the sensitive front of my Uncut Hindu Cock with her thumb.

Knowing what could happen and thinking about our court appearance later, she stopped, wiped her hands.

Looking at me one more time, she dove down on my Uncut Hindu Cockhead, losing herself to the Hindu member in her hand and mouth.

Expertly, Fātimah Rasūlullāh worked the head, shaft and balls with her hands and her mouth.

There was nothing else in the world right now but her and that Uncut Hindu Cock.

That attractive, massive Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Only one thing left now, to make me explode.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh picked up the tempo, increasing the pressure on my shaft and shortening the strokes.

My hands, pressing down on her shoulders and occasionally her head, now cupped her ears.

I was thrusting quickly in and out of her mouth.

My Uncut Hindu Cock began twitching and my ass tightened.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh could feel my Hindu cum rising out of my balls and into my shaft.

“Soon” she thought.

In a flash, I erupted, my Hindu cum pumping into her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth.

With little time to savor it, Fātimah Rasūlullāh began swallowing my Hindu juice, with some running down her hands and shaft or over her face.

I moaned and shouted with pleasure.

When my Uncut Hindu Cock stopped throbbing, Fātimah Rasūlullāh licked me clean and excused herself to wash up and reapply her makeup.

I dropped down onto the sofa, exhausted for the moment.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh returned from bathroom clean and fresh.

“Fuck me verbally, Durgesh. I’ve waited too long for you. Didn’t I?” she was abundantly blunt now.

“Yes, darling.” I agreed with her, “I want you to feel warm. I need you to feel wanted. You desire my intimacy just as much as I desire yours. Simply looking at you is enough of a treat. I notice the little things. The tiny smile playing about your lips betraying in part your nervousness as well as your fully understandable Sunni Musalmān pride in your birthright. It promotes also just a hint of flirtatious tease. I know it, you know it! The small lock of hair you keep unconsciously flicking away from your forehead, as if it matters! Your pretty feet, one shuffling atop the other now that you have felt sufficiently relaxed to give those shoes a miss. This is tonight.”

With me, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was breathless, incontrovertibly pure virgin she always was and in my experience always will be.

Her pupils dilated slightly as I knelt in front of Fātimah Rasūlullāh and took her hands in my own.

There were so many things I could say, but words are superfluous.

“You know how I feel; Fātimah, you can see that in my own pupils.”

“Yes,” Fātimah Rasūlullāh whispered, “Yes, Durgesh, I can.”

My eyes caressed Fātimah Rasūlullāh – from the curve of her Sunni Musalmān breasts, a hint of which she quite deliberately permitted by her choice of top, to the flair of her hips and the hidden recesses between her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān thighs.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh was not offended by my gaze as there was nothing to be offended by.

Never were my glance lustfully motivated, simply steeped in appreciation and wonderment of so perfect a Sunni Musalmān creation.

Some of what I feel, Fātimah Rasūlullāh sensed and instinctively her hand rose to her own breasts before she realized what she was doing.

Swiftly Fātimah Rasūlullāh dropped her hand back in her lap.

Even as the blush rose in her cheeks, I gently took a hold of her hand.

And raising it with fixed deliberation, replaced it beneath her right breast.

I encouraged her once again to cup herself and in fact cover her hand with my own.

Together we began to caress the softness that Allah has given to Fātimah Rasūlullāh.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh let slip the slightest gasp.

Watching as Fātimah Rasūlullāh rubbed herself softly at the behest of my own hand I was totally aroused myself.

More than anything, I wanted now to kiss Fātimah Rasūlullāh and to pinch her nipples between my own tips of finger and thumb.

How easy it would be.

And how well timed.

Edging closer, I lay Fātimah Rasūlullāh gently back in the chair and very gently took a hold of both her legs some six inches or so below the knee.

I felt, rather than heard the sharp intake of breath and the momentary expression of concern that fluttered across her pretty face.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh either made no move to sit-up or stop me however and I was happy for the trust I know Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt.

Inclining my head, I kissed her knees and was aware immediately of her pleasured wriggling.

Making deliberate eye contact, I pulled apart her knees but the slightest angle.

Sitting there, Fātimah Rasūlullāh could hardly believe the moisture that was gathering in the main assembly area.

Her Sunni Musalmān Cunt,  Fātimah Rasūlullāh knew, was now quite wet and Fātimah Rasūlullāh was embarrassed perhaps that I may soon make that very same discovery.

Casting a momentary glance down her breasts Fātimah Rasūlullāh was stunned additionally by the quite visible effect the escalating arousal factor was having on her nipples.

This of course was an opportune moment to take a gentle hold of them herself now and to further stimulate them.

Parting her legs ever wider, I could see now the silky-smooth skin of both Sunni Musalmān thighs and the event horizon at which they disappeared beneath the rather tasteful little pair of knickers curving down with such promise in my direct line of vision.

I kissed the inside of her thigh as her increasing angle of incidence caused the hemline to ride ever higher.

One could readily forget the square on the hypotenuse.

It was the sum of the angles on the other two sides that interested me.

I slipped one hand up to the limit of my vision.

So inherently sexy is the feel of a Sunni Musalmān girl’s cunt, knowing the prize it contained, that for a moment I was lost in my own little world although I do not fail to hear that delightful little gasp as Fātimah Rasūlullāh shuffled in the chair, instinctively wanting to push down between her legs herself.

I began to set up an intense vertical manipulation, forcing the soft and quite obviously damp material well between the folds of those protective Sunni Musalmān labial lips.

Visually, this action was as stimulating as it must be welcomingly tactile from her viewpoint.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh was quite unable to prevent the embryonic moan that now found its way to the surface.

It was the right moment to tell Fātimah Rasūlullāh how much I love being with her and despite my seemingly non-interested actions, I held Fātimah Rasūlullāh in incorruptible respect.

I knew Fātimah Rasūlullāh believed me.

It differed of course from occasion to occasion but there came an instant during any sort of foreplay that signified the point of no return has been reached.

It may be the very first kiss, the first fumble in the back of a car – something as innocuous as being kissed tenderly on the neck just below the hairline.

In our case, it was simply meeting.

No way back from that eventuality.

The chair had seen-out its usefulness.

I stood and offering my hand, took hers gently.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh knew where I must lead her.

Inviting Fātimah Rasūlullāh to lay down on the bed with me, I directed Fātimah Rasūlullāh to lie on her tummy.

Typically, Sunni Musalmān female, Fātimah Rasūlullāh secretly enjoyed my emotionally controlling aspect here.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh knew exactly how vulnerable she now appeared in that position and it excited Fātimah Rasūlullāh.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh wriggled slightly – nature at play – merely ensuring a continued biological interest.

Patting her bottom merely kick-starts the hormonal flow – for both of us! Before Fātimah Rasūlullāh could even think “I wish he’d stop being so damn genteel about this,” I began to kiss that inviting little body once more.

So hot did Fātimah Rasūlullāh look.

So hot did Fātimah Rasūlullāh feel!

Playfully, I sat astride Fātimah Rasūlullāh near the base of her spine and then slipped my hands beneath her shoulders until I was able to cup both her breasts.

No physiotherapy ever devised was ever thus so jointly therapeutic.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh murmured as she held her arms outstretched.

“Ohhh that is so nice Durgesh!”

Considering this possibly one of the greatest understatements of modern times, I nuzzled her lovely neck.

And just whispered how much I had always wanted Fātimah Rasūlullāh.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh turned her head slightly – enough for me to be able to lean across and kiss Fātimah Rasūlullāh soundly on her lips.

I hugged Fātimah Rasūlullāh and kissed her as she needed.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh turned over and cradled me suddenly.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh asked me if everything was all right.

I assured Fātimah Rasūlullāh I have never felt happier.

It was the truth.

I had a pressing need to fuck her and for some reason Fātimah Rasūlullāh sensed my urgency.

The sheer beauty of her breasts stunned me.

I was now the master of her sexual destiny, not rather a student lover in awe of his beautiful teacher.

As my lips latched upon her nipple, Fātimah Rasūlullāh sighed and lay back.

I kissed deeper and felt Fātimah Rasūlullāh pulling me to her.

Kissing Fātimah Rasūlullāh became a desperate need and I whispered words that no literate scriptwriter would ever be likely to had penned.

One hand followed the southern freeway, past her belly button, across the flatlands and clear beneath the elastic border.

There was no toll to pay.

The odd gorse bush was no deterrent and my fingers reach the fringes of Masjid-e-ħarām.

I sensed I was a welcome visitor and not waiting for an announcement, slipped inside where it was so warm and accommodating.

Beneath me, her hips thrust noticeably upwards, meeting my own downward and gently invasive penetrations.

I needed to see that which I could feel.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh needed to show that which no longer demanded to be hidden.

I was presented with that supreme architectural accomplishment that I had seen and thrilled-to so many times before.

Yet it was uniquely different – it was Fātimah Rasūlullāh.

Her emotions peeled back upon themselves and as Fātimah Rasūlullāh lay there now, a vulnerable and dependent little Sunni Musalmān girl once again, I was Columbus, Lord Kr’shñ, Thomas Edison, Euclid – on the verge of a new discovery.

It was simply the unfamiliarity not embarrassment that impeded my actions.

Fātimah Rasūlullāh was equally naked.

And we both were physically and mentally prepared for what was to follow.

I was still kneeling there between her legs when I realized Fātimah Rasūlullāh had gently taken a hold of my Hindu erection.

And even now, she was lovingly caressing it along its length.

Distracted to the point of feverish need, I managed to stave off my blindly motivated procreational urges, preferring instead to let Fātimah Rasūlullāh suffer the indignity of having to make the first move.

As if sensing the impasse, we lay now facing each other side by side – neither with any sexual advantage.

From this fully neutral viewpoint it took but the simplest of shared impulses to set in motion all that we both wanted.

All that we ever wanted.

We kissed once more.

Those millions of nerve endings suddenly hot-wired and sending frantic messages to all points of the compass were but one aspect of kissing.

The instantly opened-up two way passage of emotional feedback, the taste of desire, the starter’s pistol – all this and so much more.

Did I place my erection at those beautiful lower lips?

Did Fātimah Rasūlullāh?

Does it matter?

Yes!

Fātimah Rasūlullāh did it.

I was honored once more.

As I pushed gently up inside Fātimah Rasūlullāh…..nothing mattered, simply being there!

I studied her lovely expression as Fātimah Rasūlullāh opened her mouth in silent ecstasy – feeling everything I was doing to her.

I took a hold of her hips and thrust up..harder now.

Her eyes began to cloud over and the moans gained volume.

I kissed her breasts as Fātimah Rasūlullāh now arched backwards providing me with complete access to her wholly erect nipples.

It was like making love to a furnace.

I was in control as I must be and between the kisses Fātimah Rasūlullāh so desperately sought I whispered words of a language that offered no grammatical perfection, no right or incorrect phraseography, simply an open-ended dialog of impassioned communicative Ashvinātam bliss.

With her knees as wide as Fātimah Rasūlullāh could comfortably spread them, I was afforded such penetrable latitude that already I felt the onset of rampant seminal marshalling deep down between my own legs.

Her condition had deteriorated.

If this continued Fātimah Rasūlullāh may well be on life support pre-orgasm!

I was taking Fātimah Rasūlullāh now so deep and with such relish, that Fātimah Rasūlullāh had almost passed-out.

Only the wonderful smile on her face betrayed that Fātimah Rasūlullāh was still aware of her surroundings.

Even as I inclined my head and once again kissed those ultimately desirable lips, I cum inside Fātimah Rasūlullāh with the force of water cannon.

I did not withdraw.

Rather, I remained inside Fātimah Rasūlullāh, feeling my discharge combining with her own orgasmic Sunni Musalmān fluids.

What was perhaps the closest and most binding of emotions, right now, was the realization that I loved Fātimah Rasūlullāh too very much.

We fucked and fucked and fucked.

Sālā Ålī was nowhere there now.

I could not even believe that Fātimah Rasūlullāh really loved Ålī as Åāýéshah Abu Bakr had told me.

Chapter 2

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

48. Making love and understanding everything

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

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

93.. The everincreasing infinite lust

94. The women in my life

95. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

96.  A Deep Conflict-1

97. I’m never ashamed of it

98. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

99. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

100. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

101. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

102.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

103. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

108.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

109. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

110. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

111. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

112. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

113. HVS law internationals : 1

114. HVS law internationals : 2

115. HVS law internationals : 3

116. HVS law internationals : 4

117. HVS law internationals : 5

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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