Ahal-Al Bayt-28
Posted: August 21, 2010 Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Farīdah Imām, Feminism, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, HLMCIC, Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Saåīdah Anwar, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Tauħīd Muħammad Ħasan 5 CommentsChapter 28
Durgesh Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt
Under Shower
Durgesh Kħadījah Al Kubrah
I was gathering nude Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, again and again, in my strong Hindu arms into my nude Hindu lap, and my Uncut Hindu Lund was invading Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot more and more fiercely, with each my Hindu thrust.
She was screaming out of sheer blinding sexual bliss.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is tearing my Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot apart, Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Keep it on. Never stop! Please, never stop.”
“Of course, darling.”I kissed my Sweet Nineteen passionately, fucking her more and more fiercely, “I’d never stop. I’d never stop till you don’t ask yourself to rest and consume the entire incredible sexual bliss you are experiencing.”
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! How the hell you Hindus do these miracles?”
“It’s our Bhogyantrānk, darling.”I kissed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt penetrating her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot more and more fiercely with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Bhogyantrānk?”
“If you keep forgetting so soon, my darling Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza,” I pulled out my Uncut Hindu Lund again and pushed back into her evertight sweet nineteen Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot to the hilt, “you’ll never learn anything.”
“The hell I want to learn anything from you. Just fuck me, OK? You are Supreme in fucking us extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties, not in General Knowledge.”
I winked at her impishly and gathered her sweet nineteen nude Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body in my 61 years old, yet still growing stronger, more and more, Hindu arms,
“How do you know?”
“What?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tightened her already tight Vaginal Grip around my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“That I’m not Supreme in General Knowledge, as I’m Supreme in fucking you extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties, too?”
“Even if you are, I damn care.”
“Sālī!”
“I’m in live in relationship with you now. Never forget.”
“Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!”I groaned.
“Don’t say Farīdah Imām is right.”
“Farīdah Imām?”
“You don’t know any Farīdah Imām?”
“On the contrary, I know so many Farīdah Imāms that whenever one of them is referred, I must confirm always which one of them is intended.”
“Why not? Why not?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled, “Sorry, I keep forgetting you fuck countless extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān Beauties. How many of them are named Farīdah Imām? Thousands of them? Millions of them?”
“Not Millions of them, but yes, maybe thousands of them. Farīdah is also a very common name in you Musalmeen after Kħadījah, Fātimah, Åāýéshah, Zainab, Ruqaiyah, Āmnah and Kulsūm.”
The feeling of the shower was wonderful.
The water was pouring down from shower on our hottest bodies with great force.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was not surprised on her own incredible heat.
She was only nineteen.
It was natural; her Sunni Musalmān heat was increasing with each of my powerful Hindu thrusts into her, even.
It’s just started at her eighteen.
It would continue at least till she is fifty, even more, much more.
More than 31 years, at least, of incredible heat of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lust!
Allah!
Will Durgesh fuck her for next 31 years non-stop?
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt needed Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund into her ravenous Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot nonstop for these 31 years.
I could see Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Beauty, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, standing on all her knees and elbows there, naked.
I was riding her from her behind, penetrating her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
I could not get over how beautiful she was.
Her skin looked soft and glistening with the water shining on her body.
Her breasts were large.
And they stood proud and firm, capped with pale pink areolas that seemed to fade into her breasts as they spread out from the pink nipples.
Her pubic hair, curly and plentiful, was the same golden brown color as the hair on her head.
I couldn’t think.
I couldn’t turn away.
I could only stare and fuck her, and fuck, and feel my heart beat faster and faster.
As if on autopilot, I was fiercely penetrating her.
I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to.
“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling,” I was infinitely excited even while I was fucking her, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling, you are so beautiful, … so wonderfully beautiful. I want to see you, look at you, even while I fuck you.” I raised my hands and drew her into my arms more.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling, just stood there, on her knees and elbows like a deer.
And I looked … and looked …and looked at her nakedness.
And fucked, and fucked, and fucked her madly.
She seemed almost like a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Sex Goddess to me.
Madly, I reached out and cupped both of her gleaming breasts.
They were so soft and yielding to my hand.
Savagely I lifted their weight, squeezed, and rubbed my thumb over the nipple, still fucking her frantically.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling, moaned, but did not move.
Both my hands were caressing her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts as well, as my Uncut Hindu Lund was invading her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.
“Durgesh, yes … yes dear. Just squeeze them and fuck me simultaneously. Just keep doing both. Will you, please?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling’s voice was soft, almost a whisper even now while I was fucking her savagely.
Her tone carried all the conviction in it.
As I fondled my Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts, I looked up into her eyes, fucking her savagely.
She was staring at me in wonder, not believing I could do what I was doing practically.
Allah!
Yā Allaaaaaaah!
Is Durgesh so savage in sex?
But that’s the best thing happening to her.
Isn’t it?
She was unable to believe I was really sixty one.
“The hell, he is sixty one.” Farīdah Imām had said, “I can bet he is twenty eight only.”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes lit up.
“How can you bet on such a disputed matter, Farīdah?”
Farīdah Imām winked at her lewdly.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza, Durgesh fucks me too.”
“What?”
“Sālī, have you forgotten I married Nazīr Aħmad because I love Durgesh, and I couldn’t marry him?”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt laughed and returned Farīdah Imām’s wink.
“How can any one? My dear, you did the miracle on the very first day. You managed to fall on his lap.”
“I managed to fall on his lap?” Farīdah Imām again winked at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt once more, yet more lewdly, “I managed only to fall on his lap? I kissed Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“What?”
“I held it in my right palm, unzipped Durgesh, brought his Uncut Hindu Lund out, played with it, fisted it, licked and sucked it to the extent that Durgesh had to cum in my virgin Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.”
“You—you swallowed Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý?”
“Why not?”Farīdah Imām raised her head high, “What else for I had fallen into his lap?”
“Allah, you were doing it all?”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was looking at Farīdah Imām incredulously, “And we thought you were unconscious.”
Farīdah Imām smiled at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
“The beauty of the situation was that even Durgesh couldn’t do anything. He had come to see me for Nazīr, with his so called friend Rashīd Aħmad.”
“So called friend?”
“If not, what else?”Farīdah Imām beamed at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, “He is 28, while Rashīd Aħmad is more than70 even.”
“No!”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked at Farīdah Imām incredulously once more, “a 28 year handsome young man is having friendship with 70 years Rashīd Aħmad?”
“It can’t be ever, isn’t it?” Farīdah Imām laughed.
“Of course!”
“Have you seen my Ammījān in law, Saåīdah Anwar, ever?”
“Of course! She seems similar to Åāýéshah Bī, in ‘Bāghbān’ and ‘Jamāī Rājā’.”
“Åāýéshah Bī?”
“Hema Malini, yār! Have you forgotten Åāýéshah Bī is Hema Malini’s real name now, after she married Dharmendr?”
“None knows it.”
“We Musalmān Beauties call her Åāýéshah Bī now.”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pinched Farīdah Imām on her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thigh, “And why shouldn’t we? After all she is one of us Musalmān Beauties now.”
Farīdah Imām held her head in pride.
“She has become more beautiful since she has embraced Islam .”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt winked at Farīdah Imām.
“Our Salāt is a great exercise for us Musalmān Beauties to make us more and more beautiful. It develops our buttocks rounding them excellently when we go in sajdahs.”
Farīdah Imām kissed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt on her lips.
“You are absolutely right, darling.”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gave Farīdah Imām a fist on her back.
Farīdah Imām managed to protect herself from it.
“Sālī, newly eighteen, I’m ten years senior to you. Never try to fist me on my back. Try to develop some respect for your elders, bachchī.”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt laughed and changed the subject.
“You were telling me something about your Ammījān in law, Saåīdah Anwar.”
“Yes! Yessss! She raped Durgesh.”Farīdah Imām squeezed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks.
“Uīīīīīī!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt jumped, “your Ammījān in law, Saåīdah Anwar raped Durgesh?”
“Yes, but I think that was what Durgesh wanted all along.”
“I can’t understand.”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked at Farīdah Imām innocently.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan says Durgesh is obsessed with elder Musalmān Beauties.”
“What?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked at Farīdah Imām incredulously once again, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan must be crazy.”
“No! I think she has a point. Have you joined Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club?”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was dumbfounded.
“W w what club?”
“Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, yār!”
“Allah! Does there exist such a club anywhere?”
“Of course, it does exist. And you’d be surprised to know it was established by Musalmān Beauties themselves, after Mumbai Blasts, not by Hindus.”
“Oh, yes! Now I remember there was a rumor that some NGO of Musalmān Women was trying its best to compensate Hindus for Mumbai Blasts. I never believed it.”
“You should have. They established Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club.”
“You are a member there?”
“No, I want Durgesh only.”
“I myself want Durgesh only. So why are you asking me whether I’ve joined it?”
“Never mind. Have you met Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ever?”
“Yes, she is also one of my close friends, as you are. Why are you asking?”
“She says Durgesh has been brought by extremely beautiful elderly Sunni Musalmān Beauties since his childhood.”
“Yes! Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Rābiyah Altamash, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad, Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad, so many were there.”
“They used Durgesh to quench their own sexual lust when Durgesh’s mind was immature.” She said, “He fucked elder Musalmān Beauties more than the Musalmān Beauties of his own age.”
“Allah!”
“That’s why Durgesh gets more satisfaction when he fucks elder Musalmān Beauties.”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked horrified at Farīdah Imām.
“He deliberately develops friendship with elder Musalmeen as he did with my father in law Rashīd Aħmad. He deliberately tells them lies about his age.”***
The soft knock on my bedroom door woke me up and started my heart pounding.
“Come in,” I called.
I sat up in my bed and turned, dropping my legs over the side, so I was facing the door.
The door opened and she walked into my room, looking incredibly confident.
She was wearing a long, worn bathrobe that, before hundreds of washings, was a pink plaid belted around her waist.
Her fingers clutched the neck of the robe, holding that shut, as if she wanted to be sure nothing showed.
Her straight light brown hair fell almost to her bottom.
She wore no makeup and was what some people would call extra ordinary beautiful.
She did have the kind of Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān features that made her a woman I’d notice without being sure why.
Her big brown eyes were open wide and darted around the room, showing her self-confidence…or was it pride?
She stood almost five feet ten inches tall in her slippers and was thirty-nine years old, although her unlined face and clear skin made her look much younger than that.
Her name was Kħadījah Al Kubrah…she was my Ammī in law.
“Come over here, Ammī,” I smiled softly.
When I spoke, Kħadījah Al Kubrah made a tiny sound something like a cross between a gasp and a moan, then she walked slowly and stiff-legged to the bed I sat on and stood in front of me.
I looked up at her and she looked down at me with “Confident Proud deer” eyes.
“Are you sure you want to be here?” I asked softly.
I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding.
She stared at me for quite a while, then slowly nodded her beautiful head.
“All right,” I said.
I reached out a hand that I could see was not trembling even a bit and untied the belt around the waist of her robe.
The robe relaxed when the belt was loosened, but since she was still clutching the neck, it remained closed.
“Let go,” I said softly.
She took a deep breath and didn’t move for what seemed like ages.
Finally, her fingers straightened slowly, releasing the neck of the bathrobe.
After she’d released the robe, her arms fell to her sides.
The robe was still shut.
I took a deep breath, reached out, parted it, and was gazing at my Ammī-in-law’s incredibly beautiful naked Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body for the first time.
“Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, God!” I exclaimed.
Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, quickly lifted her beautiful hands and tried to close the robe, but I put my hands on hers and stopped her.
“You…you think I…I’m ugly,” she murmured.
Her face was red and she was avoiding looking at me.
“No, Ammī, Mérī Jān! Kħadījah Al Kubrah, it’s just the opposite. I think you have an incredible extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body,” I told her.
And she did.
She probably weighed somewhere around one-forty and her body was a nearly perfect combination of Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān curves and valleys.
Her breasts were large, but not huge, and not sagged even a bit even though she had nursed her seven equally beautiful daughters when they were an infant.
What caught my eye were her nipples.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah had the smallest nipples I’d ever seen.
They were beginning to erect under my Hindu gaze and had to be at least one-tenth of an inch in diameter.
They were beginning to emerge from the large pale pink circles that capped her beautiful breasts.
Her body curved gracefully from strong shoulders down to a surprisingly small waist, then flared beautifully out into hips that were in exactly the right proportion with the rest of her body.
Equally lovely Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān curves led from there to long, strong, and very well formed legs.
“You…seeing you…looking…at…at me…like that…it…makes…it makes me…feel funny,” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, smiled. She never stammered. “We…we shouldn’t be…doing…this…”
I reached out my hand and lightly trailed my fingers over her belly, which was softly rounded and still showed faint stretch marks.
She shuddered and gasped.
“Yes, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, Mérī Jān! we should be doing this,” I told her. “We both want to.”
Much as I wanted to grab my Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s breasts and play with those beautiful nipples, I didn’t.
I stood up and walked around behind her instead.
Then I took hold of her bathrobe and pulled it back.
Initially she stood there stiff, resisting me, but she finally relented and allowed me to take it off.
I tossed the robe onto a chair near my bed, and then I let my eyes roam over the rear of my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s lovely Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.
Much of her back was covered by her straight, shiny light brown hair.
Her hair was her one vanity.
She combed if faithfully, a hundred strokes, every night.
Her bare bottom was every bit as wonderful to see as the rest of her had been.
I know I probably sound like a broken record, but perfect is the only word I can find to describe it.
Wide, but formed perfectly, I thought it was the epitome of womanhood.
I stepped closer to her and began running my fingers through her hair.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah moaned softly.
She liked to have me play with her hair.
I knew it was the safest way to start a process that I believed would lead to so much more…for both of us.
“You like having me do this, don’t you?” I murmured as my fingers stole through her silken tresses.
I was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and my Hindu erection was already threatening to tear a hole in them.
“Yes! You know I do,” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, murmured in reply.
I played with her hair for a few more minutes, and then I moved my caresses to her neck and shoulders.
That brought a gasp from her and sent a shudder through her body.
I’d dreamed of this night for so long and knew exactly what I needed to do.
I kept my touch whisper-soft, barely letting my fingers touch her as they skimmed over her skin.
She had known little gentleness in her life and I knew she’d respond powerfully to being treated gently.
“You do like this, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, don’t you?” I murmured as my fingers continued to glide up and down her neck, out onto her shoulders, and down onto her upper back.
“You…you’re makin’ me…I feel…all…funny…inside.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, whimpered.
“Funny good?” I asked.
“Oh, yes! So good! Nobody but you can…can make me…feel…like this, Durgesh.”
That was exactly what I’d hoped to hear.
I had spent the last six months getting to the point where she was willing to come to me.
I’d convinced her that I’d be gentle with her, would make her feel good, and got her to trust that I would never do anything to hurt her.
I expanded the scope of my caresses.
My fingers went from her neck, to her shoulders, down her arms to her beautiful hands, teased her palms and between her fingers, then slid back up to her neck.
After I’d done that a few times, I could hear the increase in her rate of breathing and could see her shoulders moving as her chest heaved.
I knew her heart had to be pounding as hard as mine was and that I would feel it if I put my hand on her chest, but I wasn’t ready to do that yet.
I could see how confident Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was.
So, I forced myself to go slowly and deliberately, knowing that in the end, we’d reach the outcome I wanted and both of us needed.
I spent quite a while caressing my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s neck, shoulders, arms, and hands, then I dropped to my knees and let my fingers trail down the outside of her shapely legs.
As my fingers stole over the silky-smooth flesh, I saw goose bumps forming and could feel her still not trembling even a bit.
“Ummmmmm!Allah!” I heard her moan.
I smiled and caressed every inch of her legs and her bottom, to the accompaniment of a wonderful symphony of passionate sounds.
“Unnnnnn!” meant I was caressing her bottom.
“Ooooooooo!” said I’d moved onto the back of her thighs.
“Uhhhhhhh!” accompanied my caressing her calves.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” celebrated my fingers stealing up the outside of her legs, and “Ummmmmmm!” meant my fingers were sliding down the front of her thighs.
Her rapid breathing kept time for the wonderful sounds coming from her.
I hadn’t anticipated any of this.
Therefore I was both surprised and delighted.
It told me I was having the effect on her I wanted to have, maybe an even stronger one.
“DURGESH…Allah! DURGESH!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned after I’d been playing with her legs and bottom for a while. “My legs’re shakin’ so…bad I…I’m afraid I’m…gonna fall.”
“Lay down on the bed.” I told her. “On your back.”
She hesitated but briefly, and then did as I’d said.
I got to my feet and looked down at her.
It was a sight I’d seen in my dreams many times, now I was seeing it for real.
My Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was lying in my bed, her nude Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body flushed, her hair spread out on the sheets.
My Hindu erection, diamond-hard, lurched in my cutoffs.
The front of the shorts was soaking wet because pre-cum was almost gushing from me.
Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, didn’t notice, she had her eyes pressed tightly closed.
Her mouth sagged open slightly and she continued to gasp for breath.
Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts were erect.
Her nipples had grown even harder and looked even bigger, conveying to me that she was enjoying my Hindu actions.
I’d guess they jutted out from the pale pink flesh surrounding them.
I walked around to the other side of my king-sized bed, got on it, and crawled across so I was kneeling next to my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.
Her extremely beautiful eyelids were still down, but she turned her Confident Proud and beautiful head to the side of the bed I was on.
I leaned over and pressed my lips against hers gently.
Since her mouth was partly open, I caressed her lips with my tongue.
That caused a soft moan and, very tentatively, her tongue touched mine.
When that happened, it was almost as if her lips and mine softened and the kiss turned into one unlike any kiss I’ve experienced before or since.
Waves of warmth and bliss spread through me and, for a second, I was afraid I’d come in my shorts.
I felt Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s hand come to rest gently on the back of my head and the kiss continued.
At long last, it ended, and I think both of us were equally saddened when that happened.
“Oh, DURGESH.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, murmured. “What are you doin’ to me?”
“I’m showing you what it’s like to be loved.” I replied.
“Oh, DURGESH, darlin’.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, replied.
She closed her eyes and a blissful smile curved her beautiful crimson lips.
I’d never in my life seen a smile like that on my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s face and felt a rush of pride at having put one there at long last.
I began kissing my way gently down over Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s body, from her mouth to her neck, and then to her upper chest.
At the same time, I trailed my fingers over the gentle swell of her abdomen.
Once again, I was treated to the sounds of her symphony of passion.
Her body began twisting and turning gently, too, almost as if she was lying on a waterbed.
It was as if she could no longer bear to lie still.
After kissing a considerable expanse of lovely, silky flesh, I was finally about to achieve my first objective of the day.
My Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s rigid nipple was so close I could reach out my hand and touch it, which I did.
“Gnahhhhhhh!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, cried her back arching. “Oh, DURGESH! Yā Allaaaaaaah!!”
I pinched her nipple again and again she reacted violently.
And she reacted exactly the same way when I did it a third time.
“Yā Allaaaaaaah, DURGESH, you’re makin’ me feel too good!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, cried.
I don’t think she was aware of it, but her hips had begun a rocking motion.
I was toying with the verge of her pubic hair with my fingers, but didn’t move them any lower.
“That feels way too good. If you keep doin’ that, I’m gonna go crazy!”
Despite her protests, I kept doing what I was doing.
In fact, I did more.
I slid my palm over a little more, wrapped my fingers around her right nipple, and pinched it.
“DURGESH! Oh, no! Oh, no! I’m gonna go crazy…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh…uh…uh…uh….uh… uh…uh….uh… uh…uh….uh… uh…uh….uh!” The sounds coming from Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s mouth were passionate, as was the motion of her body.
She grabbed hold of my head and didn’t seem to be able to decide whether she wanted to push me away or pull me closer while what was probably the first orgasm she had ever in her life flooded her.
In the middle of it, I moved my fingers from her right nipple to her left, and that seemed to cause her yet another powerful flare-up.
When, finally, her motions began calming and the volume of her passionate cries began to lower, I lifted my palm from Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breast and, kneeling next to her, pushed down my shorts, then kicked them across the room.
I turned back to Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, and gently tugged her legs apart, then moved so I was kneeling between them.
I shuffled forward until the head of my Hindu erection brushed the forest of light brown Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hair covering her middle.
Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, who’d been lying there with her eyes closed, opened them and gazed up at me with almost the same wide-eyed look she had when she first walked into my bedroom.
“DURGESH, you ain’t gonna hurt me, are you?” she murmured.
I leaned forward, supporting my upper body on my outstretched arms, and lowered myself so I could kiss her.
“There’s no way I’d ever purposely do anything to hurt you, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.” I said after the kiss ended.
I pushed myself back up, grabbed my Hindu erection, and slid the tip down through her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān labia.
She was, as I expected, sopping wet with the fluids of her excitement.
“Did that hurt?” I asked.
“Yā Allaaaaaaah, no!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, replied.
I repeated my action and this time a soft groan came from Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.
Then I placed the tip of my rock-hard Uncut Hindu shaft in her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān opening and pushed my hips forward a little, until the entire Uncut Hindu tip was inside her.
I looked down at her face and saw an almost angelic look, so I slid myself into her a little further.
“DURGESH! Allah! That feels so good!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned.
I’m not sure if it was that I am that big – I have an average size Uncut Hindu Lund, I think – or if it was because she was so tight.
I do know that I was now in an extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman who was as tight, or hot, as my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.
I kept sliding myself farther and farther into her until, at last, I could go no deeper.
I was so close to erupting I was afraid to move any more.
I held myself there, over my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body, my arms stiff, fighting the urge to explode with every fiber of my being.
“Feel…good?” I asked Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, as I looked down into her passion-filled face. I’d never seen her look more wonderful.
“Didn’t…know…doin’ sex…could…feel…like…this.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, gasped. “Didn’t never…know…I…could…feel…so…good.”
“You’re going to feel even better soon.” I assured her.
I pulled out until just the head of my Hindu erection was in her, then shoved it back in slowly.
“Yā Allaaaaaaah! !” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned. “DURGESH! If you keep doin’ that, you’re gonna make me go nuts again!”
“That’s the whole idea, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my darling, Mérī Jān!” I told her.
Fighting the urge to come every second, I began moving my Hindu erection in and out of her with steady thrusts.
Each one sent me up one notch higher on my own mountain of joy, and each notch took me a step closer to losing control.
Then I had no more control.
“Oh, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah!” I groaned as my churning insides unleashed and a torrent of my hot Hindu fluids began gushing from me.
“Yā Allaaaaaaah! That’s so hot! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmmmmm! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, cried.
I felt her beautiful hands clawing at my back and her hips shoving up against mine as her second – or maybe third – orgasm rocked her.
When, at last, we had spent our lust, we lay in each other’s arms, settling down, I still buried deepest into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
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
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
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
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
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
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
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
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
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
113. The everincreasing infinite lust
114. The women in my life
115. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
118. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
119. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1
120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2
121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3
122. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
123. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1
125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2
126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3
127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4
128.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5
129. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6
130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7
131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8
132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
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
Ahal-Al Bayt-27
Posted: August 20, 2010 Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, incest, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex 3 CommentsChapter 27
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt
The miracle of the Panjvaqtā Namāzī Musalmān Beauties
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had never experienced such an immense pleasure.
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaaaah!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed out of incredible pleasure, “Now I know why we Musalmān Beauties die to take you inside us. Durgesh darling, Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Méré Hindu Piyā! None less experienced can give us such an immense incredible pleasure with only the tip of his Prick. They would have ejaculated even a long time ago.”
I smiled and kissed her full on her lips.
For a long time, our lips were locked.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had thrust her waist up, and had thus managed to take my Uncut Hindu Penis buried into her young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt deepest.
It seemed infinity we were locked to each other thus.
19 years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān
Beauty, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had put her arms around my neck.
Both her legs were wrapped around my nude Hindu waist.
My Uncut Hindu Prick was buried deepest into her young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Her labial lips were firm in their strong young grip around my Uncut Hindu Penis.
My open Hindu palms were under her nude soft buttocks.
We were locked together for as if infinity.
Whenever I wanted to pull out, even a bit, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt immediately protested by tightening the pressure of her legs on my waist.
One hour!
Two hours!
Three hours!
How much more she wanted to enjoy this locked status of us both?
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt never moved under me herself, neither allowed me.
Her grip on me was ever strongest.
I had worried for a moment about hurting her if Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wasn’t wet enough, but the second I had lowered my Uncut Hindu Prick to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt that fear had disappeared.
I could hardly believe how wet my little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl was.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt was flowing, soaking not only my Uncut Hindu Prick and her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips but also the comforter Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was laying on.
I closed my eyes as I slid my Uncut Hindu Prick, ultimately, up and down Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s slit.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tasted so good, so sweet with just a little tang.
Honey and tangerine, I decided.
My little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl tasted of honey and tangerine.
I moaned with pleasure as he fucked up her, then pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick deepest into her immensely excited, continuously quivering, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lovehole.
I fucked gently and was rewarded with a continuous increase of her grips on me.
My Uncut Hindu Cock twitched and jerked as it kept vanishing deepest into Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s willing Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pressed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt hard against my Hindu loins, almost fucking me herself.
Her fingers moved unconsciously to her nipples and as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt thrust against my Uncut Hindu Prick, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt plucked at her nipples too.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt the slight pain of her fingering entwine with the pleasure of my Uncut Hindu Prick and groaned loudly.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s groans spurred me on.
I circled her immensely excited, continuously quivering, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lovehole again and again and again, knowing that I was teasing her, knowing that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted and needed more.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moved one hand from a nipple to grasp the back of my ass, trying to push me harder onto her greedy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt thrust her hips against my Uncut Hindu Penis once more.
“Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā!!! Please Abbū’s best friend…” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s voice was little more than a groan, her words barely audible, but they were enough.
I plunged my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt hole, spearing her with my Uncut Hindu Prick and I began to fuck Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt bucked and jerked under me.
I pressed my hands onto her hips and pressed her to the bed so Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wouldn’t push me off in her excitement.
My Uncut Hindu Prick slid around her inner walls, my loins soaked in her juices as I felt her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt spasm.
I fucked her harder, faster, wanting to bring her to orgasm quickly.
I needed to bring her to orgasm quickly, because I had resolved not to fuck her with my Uncut Hindu Cock until I had pleasured her completely with it.
And it was a resolution I felt slipping with every passing second, my Uncut Hindu Cock was so hard I could hardly bear it.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned her pleasure, one hand plucking harder and harder at her nipple as the other twisted into my hair.
“Fuck me, Abbū’s best friend!! Please fuck me!!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s words almost caused me to drive my Uncut Hindu Cock hard into her but I controlled my desire and Uncut Hindu Pricked her harder.
My hands on her hips pressing her hard to me, as I controlled her leaping body.
I felt her spasming intensify and smiling to myself I pulled my Uncut Hindu Prick from her depths and swiftly rubbed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty gently before shoving my Uncut Hindu Prick back into her clenching hole and fucking her harder.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt the waves of orgasm flow over her and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let out a scream as the nip of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty drove her over the edge.
Both her hands were now on my hips as my Uncut Hindu Prick slammed in and out of her immensely excited, continuously quivering, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lovehole.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pushed against me, her orgasm wracking her body and causing her to flood my Uncut Hindu Prick over and over.
She swallowed my Uncut Hindu Prick every time hungrily and greedily into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt whenever I plunged.
I kept fucking her as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt came.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was so open to me, so wonderful.
My precious little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl was all I wanted.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt came hard and long.
Her body jumped and leapt.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt spasmed and flooded.
Her throat ripped raw from the screams of pure Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ecstasy.
And her mind was whirling as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt realized what was happening.
I was fucking her and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was coming for me.
And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was bathing my Uncut Hindu Prick with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān orgasm.
Gently I withdrew my Uncut Hindu Prick from her honey Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
I smiled.
As Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt calmed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed deeply and caressed my hair, loving the way it felt between her fingers.
Her body felt so light, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt as though she could float away and was glad that I was still fucking her down.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt her nipples and Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt ache from use and with contentment.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed once more, happily, and whimpered,
“Abbū’s best friend… that was wonderful… thank you Abbū’s best friend.”
Hearing my precious darling thanking me for her orgasm made me stiffen even more.
My hard Uncut Hindu Cock was so erect I knew that I had to come soon or I would be in pain.
I moved slowly from my position between Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s spread thighs and pulled her to me.
“Now Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, now, I need you more.” My voice was slightly broken and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled into my eyes as she leant forward slightly to kiss my lips.
“Fuck me, Abbū’s best friend, till we both exist. I love your utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Prick inside me.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt whimpered.
I nodded mutely.
My arousal was so intense I was no longer capable of speech.
Slowly, carefully I mounted Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
Her soaked thighs welcomed me as I slid my Uncut Hindu Cock to her opening.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt shivered as she felt my Uncut Hindu Cockhead prodding her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt once more, “I love you there, Abbū’s best friend.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt whimpered.
Hearing her words I let out an agonized groan and drove hard into Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
In that one thrust I impaled her completely, my full Uncut Hindu Cock buried in her hot, wet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt once more.
Simultaneously we moved, almost as though we had fucked many times before.
Each was knowing how to move together.
Each was thrusting and pushing.
Each wanted to have my Uncut Hindu Cock buried deepest inside her.
Each wanted to feel her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt clench and tighten around my Uncut Hindu Cock as I pumped my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Cock into her.
I fucked her hard.
I drove into her harder and harder, all thoughts of taking my time gone from the second I felt how welcoming her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was.
Our eyes were locked on each other, watching each other’s reactions as we ground together.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt clenched her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt muscles, trying to hold my Uncut Hindu Cock inside each time Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me pull out.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān movements were driving me wild, driving me to fuck her harder.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned as she felt me fucking her.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned loudly as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt my balls slap against her.
As I moved my mouth to suck and bite on her nipple, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed out her pleasure.
As I plunged into her over and again Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt panted and groaned.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was aware of nothing but the myriad of sensations flooding her as I took her precious Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān virginity.
Just as I was aware of nothing but the feeling of my Uncut Hindu Cock being massaged as I fucked her harder and harder.
I felt my Hindu balls tighten and lift and knew that I was moments from orgasm.
I wanted this first time for Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt to come with me.
I smiled into her eyes as I drove even more savagely into her and lowered my head to bite hard on her already tender nipple.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed as my teeth closed over her tormented nipple and felt her body spasm in her second orgasm.
Seconds later, I grunted loudly as I shot my Hindu Vīrý into Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
My Hindu seed spurted hard in jet after jet into her hot, greedy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hole.
I felt her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt milk my Uncut Hindu Cock and was amazed that not only had I come twice in the one evening but at the volume of my Hindu Vīrý Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was pulling from me.
As we both calmed, I stroked Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s face as I watched her orgasm subside,
“Thank you darling.” I whimpered as I gathered her into my arms.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled happily and wriggled deeper into my embrace.
“You are mine now darling, mine and no one else’s.”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled contentedly as she felt my seed oozing slowly from her gaping, used hole, “Yes Abbū’s best friend.”***
The sound of the front door slamming shut woke Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt from her dreams.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled as she wriggled deeper into her warm comforter, softly sighing with contentment, still half-asleep.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt so relaxed as though Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was floating on a cloud.
And, in many ways, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was so happy that I loved her as much as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt loved me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt cuddled closer into my side, the heat of my body so comforting.
The weight of my arm, slung over her body as we slept, was so reassuring.
Right at This moment, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt happier and safer than Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt ever had in her life.
This was what Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted, to be in my arms as we slept together, sated from our intense lovemaking.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was startled to full wakefulness as she heard the sound of cupboard doors in the kitchen downstairs being slammed closed.
Jumping to a sitting position Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt leant down over sleeping me, “Abbū’s best friend! Abbū’s best friend!” Her whimpered words frantic as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tried to rouse me, “Abbū’s best friend! You have to get up!”
Slowly my eyes fluttered open and I reached up to hook her waist with my hand and started to pull Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s lips to mine, “Abbū’s best friend! Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt is home!”
My dark eyes widened.
I leapt from her bed and scrabbled for my clothes.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled as she watched, seeing her Abbū’s handsome best friend scrabble in the dim lamplight for my clothes.
Grabbing my jeans, and foregoing my shorts, I pulled them on, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt , I am so sorry! This should never have happened!”
Sitting in her bed, the comforter around her waist, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled as she heard me speak.
“Abbū’s best friend, nonsense! It was perfect. I love you so much for it. You’ve to fuck me now till I do exist. To hell with Ammījān, even. I’m not afraid of her even a bit.”
My eyes lingered for a long moment on her naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts, her nipples already peaking under my gaze.
“Okay,” I smiled, “If that’s what you want, it was perfect darling. And I love you too.”
We looked into each other’s eyes, smiling as we shared a moment of intimate recognition of each other.
There was a creak from the bottom step of the staircase and the magic of the moment was broken.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt jumped from her bed and grabbed my shorts, shoving them under her pillow as I pulled my shirt over my head.
I turned from Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt and walked towards the door; paused and turning back put my hand on the back of her and pulled her to me.
“Later darling, later.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt whispered.
Nevertheless, I kissed her deeply.
My Uncut Hindu Prick was probing her mouth as I slid a hand down to cup one of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks.
Then I was gone.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt stood, naked, in the middle of her bedroom floor.
So much had happened in just a few hours.
And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had loved every moment of it.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had become a woman.
And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had become mine.
Trying to ignore the muted, angry voices coming from her parent’s bedroom Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt reached for her pyjamas.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tossed them into the wicker laundry basket in the bottom of her closet and walked across the floor to her drawers.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt opened the drawers and took out a clean pair of pyjamas and put on the top, leaving the shorts in the drawer.
Climbing back into bed, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard the voices grow louder as the argument escalated.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pursed her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips and nestled under the comforter.
The dent in her pillow, made by my head, caused her heart to clench.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wriggled trying to get comfortable, using the pillow and comforter to cover her ears.
She was trying to block out the sounds of her parent’s fight.
She was continuously resisting now her urge to run to me.
In her attempts to get comfortable one of her hands slid under the pillow.
Her fingers felt the material of my shorts.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pulled them out and held them to her face, her hot tears of frustration at the now blazing row in the room next door soaking the fabric.
A door slamming made her jump and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard her Abbū shouting,
“No! This time I am leaving!”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s heart stopped as she heard her Abbū’s words.
‘Leaving’?
Surely, her Abbū wasn’t leaving.
How could he leave?
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lay rigid in her bed, listening to her parents, the hated filled words of their argument were shaking her to her core but second to the fear that her Abbū was, indeed, leaving.
Surely, he wouldn’t leave her.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt couldn’t bear it if he left.
A deep sob wracked her body, her emotions raw from all that had taken place that evening.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt clutched my shorts to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts and felt the burn of her tears as they streamed down the sides of her face as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lay on her side.
The fighting continued, the words unheard by Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt the pain of her fear claw at her.
Then silence as the door to her parent’s bedroom was slammed shut with such force the house rattled.
Complete silence.
The sobs subsiding, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt turned to face the door, straining to hear any movements.
But there were none.
There was nothing but silence.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt couldn’t understand what was happening.
There had been a fight, a door slammed, but no one had gone down the stairs.
What was going on?
And more importantly, was her Abbū alright?
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lay for five agonizing minutes, watching the hands on her old fashioned alarm clock ticking away each second.
Finally, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt couldn’t bear it anymore and quietly got out of bed.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt grabbed her robe from the hook on the door and put it on, tying the sash with a loose knot.
Pressing her ear to the door Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt listened for any sounds, but there were none.
Slowly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt turned the door handle and eased the door open.
Peering out Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could see nothing in the gloom of the night.
The lights downstairs were off and the only illumination was that cast through the crack of her door from the dim lamp.
“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, you should be in bed.”
The tones were enough to startle Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let out a small yelp of surprise.
Opening the door wider Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was able to make out the figure of me sitting on the top step of the staircase.
Looking quickly to the door of her parent’s bedroom and seeing that there was no light shining from under it Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moved quietly across the hall to sit by me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt leant against my side and rested her head on my shoulder,
“I am sorry Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt treats my Abbū that way, Abbū’s best friend.” Her whispers were only just reaching my ear.
“It’s, of course, her fault,” I said gravely, “yet it isn’t all her fault, darling. It really isn’t.”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lifted her head to look at my face.
“But Abbū’s best friend…” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was cut off by me placing a finger over her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips.
“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, despite everything, despite what has happened tonight between us, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt is still your Ammījān and I can’t let you think it is all her fault. It just happened…” I said and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pressed a kiss to the finger I still held over her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips.
“Is my Abbū really leaving, Abbū’s best friend?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s voice was small and she held her breath as she waited for my answer.
“No. How can he leave now?” My eyes burned into hers as we sat closely together on the step, “How can he ever leave you, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt?”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had brought her Abbū back from the brink of despair.
For months, he had been in a place he had struggled to keep control of.
Now, with Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s love, I could see a point in his life, a future.
Smiling happily, her heart pounding as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt understood the implications of my words; Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt leant forward to kiss my lips softly.
The kiss was soft and gentle.
A sweet kiss of promise and love.
Hugging her, I looked at her.
My eyes were full of love for my sweet 19, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt,
“But what have I done? Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, It’s actually you who did it, darling. I would never have taken advantage of you like This.”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled softly and leaning towards me, her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips brushing my ear, whimpered,
“But Abbū’s best friend, it’s not any advantage of me you would have taken. It is our human right. It was always meant to be. I love you. Never see my newly acquired adulthood. You’ve fucked me now till our heart’s content. Tell me truthfully, who is more aggressive in our love making always, you or I?”
“Of course you but—”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt interrupted me in the middle.
“Then isn’t it my need initially, not yours?”
“Darling, I need you for me, even if you don’t. Can’t you see it even now?”
Her words tore a groan from me.
I wrapped a fist in her long, loose hair and used it to pull her hard towards me.
This kiss was not soft.
This kiss was hard.
This kiss was claiming the promise.
“Suck me Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, suck me now.” I smiled.
Mutely Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slid down three steps and turned to kneel facing me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled at me as she reached towards the button, the zip of my jeans, and unfastened them.
My Uncut Hindu Cock sprang towards her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt giggled softly as she stuck the tip of her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue out and licked the head of my everhardest Uncut Hindu Penis.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt ran the tip of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue over the softness of my Uncut Hindu Cockhead, circling it and then lapping delicately at the ridge on the underside.
I put my hands behind, leant back, and gave her greater access of my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
We both were moaning now almost in unison, as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt licked me and I felt the softness of her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue teasing my Uncut Hindu Cock to swell even more.
“I am not as young as I was, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.” I smiled, “I have already come twice tonight. I don’t think I’d come again so soon now. But I want to feel your extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth on my Uncut Hindu Prick. I love it. Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt .. Your my Uncut Hindu Prick sucking…”
My words trailed off as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt ran her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue down the length of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Nonsense, Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! You are the unique one who is everyoung. You never age.”
“You are mad for my Uncut Hindu Lund.”I smiled.
“Mad for your Uncut Hindu Lund?”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt winked at me impishly, “Yes! You are right my Hindu Kħasam. Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, I’m mad for your Uncut Hindu Lund, because I’m made for your Uncut Hindu Lund only:
‘Mad for you, made for you all Muslimah Beauties,
Fuck us, love us, sodomise us, we are your Cuties.’”
I laughed.
“I’m sure you don’t mean it, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt!”
“You are wrong once again, Durgesh.”suddenly Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Ammī, appeared there, “My daughter, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt is right:
‘Mad for you, made for you all Muslimah Beauties,
Fuck us, love us, sodomise us, we are your Cuties.”
“You both the Ammī and daughter are crazy for my Uncut Hindu Lund.”I smiled.
“We entire extra ordinary extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties are made for your Uncut Hindu Lund, my dear.”
“Nonsense!”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned when she tasted her own Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy juice on my Hindu shaft.
Closing her eyes Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt took my Uncut Hindu Cockhead into her warm, wet mouth and suckled gently.
“I think I know now why your Uncut Hindu Penis is so tastiest in my mouth. It’s soaked with countless Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt juices.”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt laughed.
One of my hands came to caress her hair as I watched Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt licking and sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock.
My pretty little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl had my Uncut Hindu Cockhead in her mouth and was driving me almost insane with desire.
Her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue swirled over my Uncut Hindu Cockhead as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pressed her head down, taking more of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth.
Licking and sucking, she looked up and saw my eyes were fixed on her, my expression one of pure Hindu pleasure.
Sliding her mouth up and down my hard Uncut Hindu Cock Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tightened her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could feel every ridge and vein and when her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips circled my Uncut Hindu Cockhead Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt couldn’t contain her desire and need to run her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue over it.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt loved the softness of my Uncut Hindu Cockhead, the feeling on her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips so exciting that her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt spasmed each time.
Feeling the saliva in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth build up, for my incredible Uncut Hindu Prick, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt started to slide up and down my Hindu length faster and faster.
Her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue was busy the whole time as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt swirled it over every wonderful inch of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
My hand on her hair was driving her to please me more and more.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sucked and licked my Uncut Hindu Prick until Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had to pull her head off my Uncut Hindu Cock to catch her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breath.
Giggling softly she looked up at me and told me that ‘Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt needed more practice’.
I looked at her seriously and said,
“No, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt . You are perfect as you are. Even your Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt is perfect, and I see now she is perfecting her daughter, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, too.”
Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled her thanks to me,
“Thank you, Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! We all Musalmān Beauties are deeply indebted to you. None else has done for us ever what you are doing for us entire Musalmān Beauties. Fuck us all, Hindu darling, and enjoy.”
There was silence for a moment as we, all the three, looked into each other’s eyes.
Then smiling sweetly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt kissed the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I shook my head and laughed quietly, my hand still on her hair.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sank her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth over my Hindu erection, taking more into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth than Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt ever had before.
The tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock touched the back of her throat and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gagged, pulling her beautiful head off once more.
Her blue eyes were full of tears, a reflex to her gag.
One trickled down her right cheek and I moved my hand to brush the tear away with the pad of my thumb.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moved her head back down and licked every inch of my Hindu shaft, and then kissed my Uncut Hindu Cock carefully all over.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wrapped her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips around my Uncut Hindu Cockhead and very slowly slid her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth down.
Pausing for a moment to calm her breathing Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked up into my eyes then forced her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth down hard over my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt took every inch of me into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, my Uncut Hindu Cockhead filling her throat.
Tears flooded her eyes once more and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt fought her gag reflex for a moment with her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips locked tightly around the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Blinking I watched as she deep throated my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I could feel her throat spasm and see the tears sparkling in her darling blue Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes.
I knew how much this was costing her and I was choked with emotion, knowing Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was doing this for me, for my pleasure.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slid her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue over the root of my Uncut Hindu Cock before pulling her head up, her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips clamped tightly around my Hindu thickness.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt swirled her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue over the vein on the underside of my Uncut Hindu Cock, swirling and dancing the tip of me, then licking with the flat of her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue.
My Hindu moans were spurring her on as her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue pushed me closer and closer to my Hindu orgasm.
I shook my head as I realized that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt continued to lick and suck me in this way I would come again, for the third time over the past few hours.
That knowledge amazed me, I couldn’t remember the last time I had managed such a feat.
But then, I reflected, I couldn’t remember the last time I had been so aroused.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was giving me a new lease of life in many ways.
They all did.
Yes, every extra ordinary extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauty did give me a new lease of life in many ways.
1. By kissing me,
2. By licking me,
3. By sucking me,
4. By fucking me and
5. By making me even to sodomise them.
Yes, they were right.
I never age.
I’m everyoung.
But it’s not my own miracle.
It’s their own miracle.
The miracle of the Panjvaqtā Namāzī Musalmān Beauties.
They kept me everyoung for them,
1. By kissing me,
2. By licking me,
3. By sucking me,
4. By fucking me and
5. By making me even to sodomise them.***
It was the extent the willing Panjvaqtā Namāzī Musalmān Beauties could do to a man, if they actually love him.
The sensations of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s teasing my Uncut Hindu Prick filled my mind and with a groan, I pulled her head deep onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Forcing my Uncut Hindu Cock into her throat, I held her in place, feeling her choke, feeling her throat spasm as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt fought for her Sunni Musalmān breath.
I knew I had to release her and reluctantly let her pull her head up.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slid her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth over my Uncut Hindu Cock, gasping and choking.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
My first feeling was excitement to see her almost choke on my Hindu erection.
Immense Self Pride flooded through me a mere heartbeat later.
My Hindu arousal due to it was such that for one selfish moment I ignored it.
Viciously twisting my hand into her long blonde hair I pulled her head down hard onto my Uncut Hindu Cock and thrust my hips hard, fucking her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, her throat.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt struggled and her struggles excited me even more.
I held her in place and leaning back on one hand pumped my hips, fucking her tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān throat, relishing the feeling of her throat spasms and struggles.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tried to move her head, but my vice like grip kept her in place.
Her breathing was almost impossible and the tears filling her eyes blurred her vision.
The tears streaming down her face were burning just as her throat was burning with my frantic Hindu fucking.
She could never believe I was really 61.
I had incredible infinite lust to fuck Musalmān Beauties.
And the more incredible miracle was, my lust for Musalmān Beauties was still increasing endlessly the more I fucked them.
‘Marz bađhtā hī gayā, jyon jyon davā kī.’
I could never age.
I could never age.
And it was a blessing not for me only, also for entire Musalmān Beauties too.
Her head began to spin and her vision became even more blurred as I slammed my long Uncut Hindu Cock even harder into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān throat.
Just as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, thought she could take no more Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard me groan as jets of my hot Hindu cum shot deep into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān throat.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt I released her head and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pulled her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth from my Uncut Hindu Cock, gasping for breath.
A second spurt of my hot come splashed into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt desperately drew air into her lungs, and I filled her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt with my spurting Uncut Hindu Prick.
A third jet landed on her throat again as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pulled her head back in surprise.
I watched my Hindu come land into Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, watched as it dripped from her and dribbled down her thighs onto the exposed skin of her beautiful legs.
I watched as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slowly calmed her breathing.
She was horrified, yet extremely delighted, at what I had just done.
I had forced my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her throat again.
I had held Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt in place while I had used her for my own selfish needs.
But Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! I couldn’t remember ever coming that hard before.
Tears were still streaming down her face, come sliding over her face, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked up at me.
Her eyes were wide with utmost incredibility she actually enjoyed practically.
Allah!
Yā Allaaaaaaah!
What a man at 61!
What a man at 61!
He couldn’t be 61.
He is really 28, as her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān girl friends claim who fuck Durgesh, despite his protests and warnings to them.
He appeared 28 only ever, never 61.
We looked at each other for a long moment before I reached out one hand and stroked her hair.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt closed her eyes and pressed her head into my hand.
All was well between us.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed happily, as she saw me smile.
Teasingly, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slid the tip of her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue out of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth and tried to catch some of my Hindu come.
I chuckled as I watched.
Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt scooped some of my seed up on two of her fingers and held them to her daughter’s crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips.
Opening her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sucked greedily.
Watching her eat my come so eagerly, I felt a stirring in my almost flaccid Uncut Hindu Cock.
I shook my head as I wondered what I had done to deserve such pleasure.
“Sorry darling.” Her eyes burned into my as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt just looked at me, her head on one side, her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue licking her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips, seeking more of my Hindu come.
“What for, Abbū’s best friend?”
“Hurting you darling.”
“I wanted it, Abbū’s best friend.” Her eyes told me Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was speaking the truth.
Before I could reply, a sound from the bedroom I shared with her Ammījān caused us both to start.
We were mere feet from the door and if it was opened it would be impossible to explain away the fact that I was sitting with my Uncut Hindu Cock out of my jeans and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt between my thighs.
My come on her lips would be the icing on the cake.
Standing up, I pulled Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt to her feet,
“Come darling, I think you need a shower.”
Lifting her gently in my arms, I cradled her as I carried her back into her bedroom, kicking the door quietly closed behind us as I made for her en-suite.
Nestling into my broad Hindu chest, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could feel my Hindu come on her skin.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed contentedly, knowing Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was mine and that I would keep her safe always.
The warmth of my Hindu body relaxed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt as I carried her in my arms across her bedroom floor.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt licked her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips and smiled as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tasted my Hindu cum once more.
Just a few minutes ago I had held her head in place, as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt struggled to get free, fucking her throat until I pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out to come into her mouth.
For a few moments Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had panicked; fear induced by my vice like grip on her head and by her inability to breathe.
But that fear had subsided when she looked up and saw my face.
In that moment I was not her Abbū’s best friend Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had grown up adoring, I was a Hindu man using a Sunni Musalmān woman.
A Hindu man who needed release.
And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted me to have it.
When my Hindu Vīrý had splashed into her mouth it had startled her.
It was the first time Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had ever watched and simultaneously experienced an Uncut Hindu Cock spasm and shoot come.
The feel of me, the pure force, as it hit into her mouth had surprised her.
It had also aroused her and now as I carried her to the shower Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could feel hot wet the material of her robe was.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had become so aroused, her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt had flooded and soaked her robe.
My forced use of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth had scared her and also aroused her.
As I had thrust into her throat Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had ground her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt hard onto her heel, feeling the hardness ease her need enough to allow her to concentrate just on my pleasure.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt blushed as she thought of a recurring fantasy Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had once had.
Being forced to submit to a Hindu.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had always been a “good extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl” and being forced to submit to a Hindu, took away her responsibility for whatever happened, even when she enjoyed it more than the Hindu himself.
Of course, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had never been in such a situation.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was too cautious and sensible for that; but the fantasy had always been there.
And tonight I had; albeit unknowingly; fulfilled that fantasy, at least in part.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt nestled into my chest, her face pressed to me, my heartbeat in her ear.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed contentedly and rubbed her face against my chest. I chuckled as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moved,
“Feeling good, darling?”
Nodding, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled happily.
I reached the door of her en-suite and pushed open the door to the small room.
Setting her carefully onto her feet in the middle of the room, I stepped back from her and smiled into her eyes.
“Are you sure you are ok, sweetie? I was pretty rough with you out there.” My voice cracked slightly as I recalled my selfish use of my pretty darling.
But as I was utmost experienced in such matters, I knew, most of the Musalmān Beauties loved utmost being used by their Hindu lover in such a way.
“Yes Abbū’s best friend!” Rising onto her tiptoes Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt kissed me softly on my Hindu lips, “I already told you that!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled into my eyes, wanting me to understand that whatever I did was perfect with her.
Smiling down at her, seeing her sparkling eyes and soft lips, I couldn’t resist reaching out to brush a stray tendril of her honey blonde hair from her face.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was so precious and I was so grateful for the gift Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had given me.
The gift of herself.
I felt tears of utmost gratitude flood my eyes, emotional that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was giving herself me so freely.
We just couldn’t stop fighting.
It was getting worse and when I had told Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt earlier that I should leave, I had meant it.
But I had also meant it when I asked her; in response to her frightened question of whether I meant it, how I could leave now.
I knew I could never leave Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, my Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
Looking to the side I lifted Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s hairbrush and smiling at her teasingly said,
“Now young lady, turn around. Your hair is a mess!”
Giggling, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt obeyed and stood still while I started to run the brush through her slightly tangled mane.
I marveled at how soft it was, how it seems to sparkle and shine like spun gold in the light.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt the brush on her hair and sighed as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let me take care of her.
It felt so good to have me brush her hair.
It felt so good to be so cared for.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned softly, enjoying the tingles that ran from her scalp over her body as the brush worked out the small tangles and brushed her hair to a shine.
After a few moments, I felt a twinge in my Hindu crotch once more.
I shook my head as I mocked myself mentally,
“There is no chance bud” I thought to myself.
I swatted her right ass cheek gently with the back of the brush before setting it aside to put my hands on Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s shoulders.
I gently started to massage her shoulders.
I knew that the position Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had been in on the stairs had put pressure on her shoulders and neck and I wanted to ease it.
Gently my fingers worked out the knots that had built up in her muscles.
I felt her react to my touch, a slight jump as I found a tender spot, a slump when I worked it free.
Smiling, I worked gently, enjoying the sounds of her moans and mews.
I slid my hands down her spine, the silk of her robe slippery under my fingers.
I moved my hands around her waist, enjoying the feel of her as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt stepped back against me.
Deftly I untied the loose knot holding the sash of her robe open and stepped back, chuckling as I heard her groan of protest, and eased the robe from her body.
Seeing her naked extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, I chuckled once more,
“No panties, my sweet one?”
My fingers slid up her stomach, pulling her tank top over her head.
I smiled as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt obediently raised her arms, without speaking, to let me remove her clothes.
Resisting the temptation to cup her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pressed her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass into my throbbing Hindu crotch, I tutted at her softly and pushed her forward a step before running my hands down over her stomach.
I loved the way her soft skin felt so warm and smooth on my fingers.
I loved the feel of the little diamante belly stud as my thumb dragged over it.
I slid my hands around her waist and down over her extremely beautiful round Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.
My body reacted to the feel of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks cupped in my hands, tingles and shivers running over me and my Uncut Hindu Cock spasming in my jeans.
Shaking my head at my wishful thinking I ran my hands up the length of her spine and back to her shoulders and neck where I concentrated on making sure there were no tender spots or knots.
“I am going to massage you constantly, darling.”
Putting my mouth down to her ear I continued, “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
My Uncut Hindu Prick flicked over her earlobe and traced the outline of her ear as my fingers dug a little harder into her tight muscles.
I kissed her earlobe gently then blew on the moisture, teasing her and getting a little moan of need in response.
I chuckled lightly and moved my mouth from her ear.
Throwing her head back Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let out a moan as my magic fingers worked out all the pressure in her shoulders and neck,
“Mmm, Abbū’s best friend, that feels so good.”
Her whole body was relaxing in response to the activity of my active Hindu fingers.
I smiled as I kissed the top of her head.
Finishing my massage, I ran my hands gently over her shoulders and back, down to her sweet ass.
I really couldn’t get enough of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s ass, I reflected.
I squeezed her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass playfully and then took my hands away, only to lightly swat her right ass cheek.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt jumped and yelped in mock pain, turning to face me,
“That hurt!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pouted, batting her eyelashes at me.
I shook my head as I laughed at her antics.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt made me so very happy, in so many ways I thought.
“Right, missy!” I pretended to scold her, “You have been a very dirty extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl tonight and I think you need a good wash!”
I made to grab Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt and missed as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt squealed with delight and darted out of reach to the other side of the bathroom.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt stood there naked, giggling, no trace of self-consciousness.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt no need to hide her nude body from me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt loved me as my woman and knew I loved her too that way.
And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt enjoyed watching my eyes roam over her.
Looking stern, I moved across the room and captured her in my arms, lifting her from the floor.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt kicked and struggled, playing with me as I carried her to the shower cubicle.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt giggled and protested as I dumped her unceremoniously into the shower.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt watched as I turned the water to cold, her eyes widening.
“You wouldn’t! Would you?” The certainty in her initial statement was waning with her question.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was answered with a sudden, shocking jet of water.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed in protest, her skin dimpling and her nipples peaking instantly.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tried to move from the jets of cold water pounding down onto her body but she was held in place by me.
I chuckled as I watched her squirm and struggle; turned off the cold water with one hand as with the other I shucked off my shirt and jeans.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt standing shivering as she watched me undress.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt shuddered with cold as I stepped into the cubicle beside her.
I turned the knobs controlling the water temperature and now warm water was flowing gently over her body.
I reached up to angle the showerhead so the water landed on her forehead, just on her hairline, as I tilted her head back and kissed her hard.
The kiss totally distracted her and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt melted into my Hindu arms.
Both her arousal and the warm water were raising her body temperature.
The stream of water flowing onto her hairline made her shiver, sending tingles throughout her body.
My Uncut Hindu Prick was probing her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, arousing her.
Slowly I broke the kiss and pulled away.
I smiled at her and lifted a large, natural sponge from the small bench.
I rubbed it over her belly, in small circular motions; the water soaking into the dry sponge making it soft as it was trailed over her stomach.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt closed her eyes and stood enjoying the sensations of the water tingling over her body, the way it hit her hairline was so relaxing and the movements of the sponge adding to the hedonism of the moment.
Moaning softly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt all tension melt from her, the shock of the cold water, just moment earlier, made this even more erotic and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me moving the sponge up over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts.
“Darling, I am going to wash you, every inch of you.” My words were coming as I opened a bottle of body wash and holding it over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts dripped the contents onto her skin.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt opened her eyes to watch as the white, creamy liquid dripped slowly onto her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt watched it start to flow from the bottle, coating her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts; her nipples peeking through the slick covering.
I began slowly to move the sponge over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts, the lotion lathering as I made circular movements.
The suds were slipping down her body with the flow of water.
As I moved the sponge over her body Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt mutely followed my directions; raising her arms one by one, then turning as I washed her back.
The sponge, nudging between her legs, drew a moan from her as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me slide the sponge over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips and down the skin of her inner thighs.
Every moment was both pleasure and torture.
Every moment filled with the weight of our unspoken words, heavy with our joint desire.
Smiling gently at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt as I carefully washed her beautiful, young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body I reached down and kissed her tenderly on the top of her head.
The sponge held in one hand, still moving it over her body, I reached between her legs with my other hand.
I used two fingers to hold her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit open as I eased my Uncut Hindu Prick up and down between her folds.
I watched her eyes glaze over as I ran my tip over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty.
I felt her body jerk in reaction to the stimulation of my Uncut Hindu Lund as I teased her swelling Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bud.
Smiling to myself as I enjoyed her instantaneous reaction to my touch I continued to circle her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty before moving to press my Uncut Hindu Penis hard onto it.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gasped as she started to come around my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her legs buckled and I caught her in my strong Hindu arms, supporting her as the spasms of her orgasm weakened her.
Feeling her calm, I ran the sponge over her body once more, enjoying watching her reaction to the sponge.
Finally, I set the sponge aside and watched as the water flowed over her soapy body, rinsing her clean.
I smiled as I watched her blink as some water got into her eyes and I reached a thumb out to wipe the water from her eye.
Tenderly I turned her to face the wall, pulling her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān nakedness against mine.
Wrapping my arms around her, I whimpered words of love and promise.
I reached for another bottle and poured some of the liquid onto my palm before carefully applying it to her long hair.
Lovingly I lathered the shampoo, washing her hair, my fingers slipping through it as I made sure to take care not to get any into her eyes.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt leant against my Hindu chest as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt enjoyed every second of this unique attention.
My chest felt so broad and strong against her back.
She didn’t want the moment ever to end.
Letting the water wash the suds from her hair I sighed as I felt her body pressed tight against mine.
I slid my hands onto her shoulders and down over her arms, loving our shape.
My hands caught hers and our fingers entwined as we stood leaning against each other in the stream of warm water.
Pulling away slowly from her again, I reached for the conditioner.
Filling my palm with the thick crème, I ran my fingers through her hair, pausing as I came to a tangle, feeling her tense as though afraid I would pull her hair.
Making soothing noises I worked the tangle out gently and ran my fingers through her hair again to ensure each strand was coated.
Once more, I held Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt close as the water rinsed her hair of the lotion.
I closed my eyes, inhaling her scent as I allowed my hands blindly to move over her body.
Trying to ingrain every curve and plane of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān form into my mind, I smiled.
I struggled with my thoughts.
I knew that what we had shared was wrong in the eyes of traditional Musalmān society.
I knew that, according to them, I should never have known Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt this intimately by the rules of the culture the Musalmeen lived in.
But actually, it had felt so right, so natural.
And it was.
It did feel so right.
As Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had said, it felt as though it was meant to be.
It felt as though it had always been destined.
I shook my head as I laughed at This notion.
I had never believed in destiny.
But, yet, This felt so good.
Surely, something that felt this good couldn’t be wrong.
I sighed.
I knew that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had meant it when Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt said ‘Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt is yours, Durgesh, forever.’
I knew that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt would not end This.
I knew that if it were to end it would be up to me to do so.
And I could never do it.
I was a Hindu.
My fingers bit into her waist.
I couldn’t do that to her.
I could never hurt her that way.
I couldn’t hurt my little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl so badly.
I also acknowledged that my self-control wasn’t strong enough to be able to resist her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān female charms.
Neither I wanted it to be ever.
Not now, I had tasted us; not now, I had tasted Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
For better or worse, now we had started this, it would continue till we both exist.
Smiling gravely to myself, I acknowledged my Hindu decision.
One of the hardest I had ever had to contemplate and one I was entirely sure was right.
My body, my heart, my soul told me it was right, that this love was right.
It was right for me and right for Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
Hugging her hard I leant down and whimpered in her ear that it was the time to get out of the shower.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked at me over her shoulder, pulling a face as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt protested my decision.
Chuckling at her expression, I flicked her nose gently with a finger, and attacked her without any ultimatum.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed out of sheer sexual bliss as I made her my nude mare on her all fours, under the running shower, rode her from her behind, and entered her eagerly anticipating warm Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
My hardest Uncut Hindu Lund invaded Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot in one single thrust.
She pushed back her nude round Sunni Musalmān ass into my nude Hindu lap and kissed me madly.
“Allah! Allaaaaah, my darling, Durgesh, that’s greeeeeeeeeeeat. Fuck me. Fuccccccccccccccccccck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, please! Make this love session as loooooong as we exist.”
I pulled out my Uncut Hindu Lund till only its head remained into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot, and than invaded her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot again with such a brutal Hindu force she never experienced before.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed,
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is tearing my Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot apart, Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Keep it on. Never stop! Please, never stop.”
My Uncut Hindu Lund was now constantly smashing and invading Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot on her on request under the running shower.
She was kissing me madly.
She was urging me to fuck her harder more and more, deepest.
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17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
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20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
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41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
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48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
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
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
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64. I live with him
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
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
83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
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89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
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91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued
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94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
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114. The women in my life
115. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
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122. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
123. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
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125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2
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127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4
128.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5
129. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6
130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7
131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8
132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9
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14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
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
Ahal-Al Bayt-26
Posted: August 20, 2010 Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Durgesh, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt 2 CommentsChapter 26
Durgesh Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gave my Uncut Hindu Cock two more long loving sucks then pulled her head off my shaft.
She looked up into my eyes,
“Abbū’s best friend, I really will do anything to make you smile again.”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt watched me nod slowly as I looked at her,
“Yes baby, I believe you will…..”
And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt knew that she was forever my… heart, soul and especially body.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pulled her knees up to her chest as she lay in her bed thinking about what had just happened with me.
Slowly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt licked her rose pink lips and then softly sucked on the tip of her own tongue.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could still feel my hard Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth; still taste the hot Hindu come I had shot into her mouth and throat.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt hugged her knees hard to herself, smiling as her eyes slowly floated closed and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt thought about sucking on my Hindu erection.
Her nipples peaked, becoming long and hard as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt remembered how amazing it had felt to have me hold her head hard in my hands onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her body reacted to the memory just as it had reacted when I gave her my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wasn’t entirely sure what she thought about what had happened with her but she knew that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted it again.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted so much to taste my Uncut Hindu Cock and to bury it in her throat, to look up and see the look of pleasure on my face as my little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl sucked me to orgasm.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt also knew she wanted more.
Sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock wasn’t going to be enough for Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt knew that for certain.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had always been my extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl and This step felt so right, so natural.
It felt to Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt as though it had always been destined.
And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wasn’t going to fight her destiny.
Not when it came to making me happy.
She was indebted to me that I accepted her Ammījān Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt even when she was so against me ostensibly.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slowly drew her legs down so that she was laying flat on her back in her bed.
The bedside light was glowing dimly and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled softly to herself as she looked around her bedroom.
The bedroom Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had slept in since Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was born.
It was painted a soft pink and the comforter and other fabrics were lilac and pink.
It was a very beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girly room and despite her age, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt liked it just the way it was.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had thought of repainting it in the days after Qāsim’s passing but it was such a comforting room.
And comfort was something Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt craved then, and now.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard the sounds of me moving around downstairs and smiled again as she recalled how once I had come hard in her mouth I had pulled her from her knees to my lap and had stroked her cheek and kissed her mouth tenderly.
How I had looked into her eyes, seeking the truth from her soul, as I asked her how Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt about what had just happened.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled again as she remembered looking into her precious Abbū’s best friend’s eyes and telling me it was the most wonderful thing ever to happen to her.
I had kissed her once more and gently risen from my chair with her in my arms.
I had set her carefully on her feet and told her that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt should go to bed, that they would talk about it in the morning, how I needed her to know I loved her above all else and how I would never hurt her.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had smiled into my deep, dark eyes and nodded as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt told me she knew that already.
Then Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had turned and walked up the stairs, aware that my eyes were burning into her soft Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān flesh as I watched her every move.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had resisted her urge to turn around and run to me begging for more as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt knew I needed to be alone to think.
As Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt listened to the familiar sounds of me closing up the house for the evening, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt became aware of a tingling heat between her legs.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt bit her plump bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes wide, and then slowly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let one hand move down her body.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt cupped her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy through the material of her pink short pyjamas for a moment, feeling the heat of her desire and need.
Then, quickly, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt thrust her hands inside the leg of her shorts and using two fingers held her wet slit open to expose her throbbing, swollen Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s middle finger made a soft pass over the nub and an involuntary gasp was pulled from her.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s sexual experiences prior to this evening had been limited to quick fumbles in the front seat of cars, in dark corners of clubs and other places.
Fumbles which had always ended with Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt flushing with embarrassment and pushing her date from her.
All of which had earned her the reputation of a “good extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl”.
Similarly, with self-experimentation Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had fumbled for a few moments before an overwhelming sense of shame overtook her ending the experiment.
But tonight, tonight Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt no shame.
Instead, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt the need to explore her body and to discover what these feelings and needs, I had awoken in her, were all about.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt flicked her finger over her swollen Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty again, her eyes closing in reaction and her nipples tightening as her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty spasmed gently.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt paused for a moment, contemplating the way she was feeling, before her finger began to flick over the throbbing nub faster and faster.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt her breathing become more ragged as her mind filled with the thoughts of how amazing my Uncut Hindu Cock was.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed as her fingernail dragged over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty causing her body to twinge and jerk gently.
The image of my swollen Uncut Hindu Cock was all Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could think of.
The warm, musky smell as it sprang free from my pants, the softness of the skin on my Uncut Hindu Cockhead against her eager Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips and the strength of its length and girth as I pushed it into her mouth and held her in place.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s finger was moving faster and faster.
Slipping and sliding over the wet folds of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit.
Then dragging over her excited Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty, the nail of her middle finger driving her wild with desire as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt thought of the feel of my long, hard Uncut Hindu Cock on her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips and in her mouth.
My Uncut Hindu Cock.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was panting now, her body so heated from her touches that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt flung the comforter from her body.
The cool air caused her skin to pimple even as her finger caused her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty and nipples to harder and grow longer.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned as her hips began to move gently and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt the moisture from her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy soak her shorts and pale-skinned inner thighs.
Her other hand moved to one of her nipples and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt plucked it hard through her pyjama top.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was completely aroused and all Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was aware of was the movements of her fingers and the thoughts of me that filled her head.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned again, slightly louder This time and used her finger nail to torment her swollen Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty faster and faster.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt her heart pounding harder and she involuntarily held her breath as her body started to spasm and buck.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy gushed as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt came and her fingers worked faster as wave after wave of orgasm flowed over her.
Her head thrashed from side to side and a loud scream was torn from her as her body was overtaken.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was coming and coming hard as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt fingered herself thinking of, what we had shared, and me.
Suddenly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was disturbed by the sound of a loud groan.
Her eyes jerked open as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pulled her fingers away from herself as though she was being burnt.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt leapt to a sitting position and reached out to grab the comforter to herself all within an instant.
I was standing in the doorway, my features shadowed by the dim light and my frame silhouetted by the light from the hallway.***
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s heart was pounding, almost as though it would leap from her chest and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was panting both from shock and from the arousal of her actions mere moments ago.
“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt,” croaked me, “My sweet Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt!” I moved slowly towards her, my breathing almost as ragged as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s.
“A…A….Abbū’s best friend…. I am sorry!! I was just…. I was just..” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt paused as words failed her.
How could Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt explain to me that she had been playing with herself as she thought longingly of me?
“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt,” my words were coming in a soft, almost broken voice, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, I need you”. The admission seeming to cost me more than I could cope with.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt leapt from her bed and ran across the room to me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt flung her arms around her precious Abbū’s best friend and clung to me, pressing her body tightly to mine.
Her eyes filled with tears as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt my body shaking,
“Abbū’s best friend, I need you too, I really need you Abbū’s best friend. And I want you so much—sooo much more.”
I gently grasped her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face in my large, handsome, Hindu hands and looked deeply into her eyes, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, are you sure?”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt nodded mutely and in response heard me groan once more.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled up into my eyes, loving the way I towered over her and then Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gently pressed me towards a rocking chair in the corner.
My face was full of anguish as I sat and looked up at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled gently and leant down to press her soft lips to mine.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt kissed me gently and felt me respond to her kiss.
My hand snaked around her waist and pulled her close to me.
My tongue slid into her mouth and I kissed her harder.
My lips claiming hers as mine.
After a long moment, I broke the kiss and smiled at my sweet Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
She stood before me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled back into my eyes, wanting me to understand how much she adored me.
She looked at me for the longest moment before taking two steps back from me.
My eyes widened as I misunderstood her movements causing her to step back closer and to lean down and whisper in my ear, “Abbū’s best friend, it is ok, please stay there, please.”
I nodded as I watched her step back from me once more.
This time Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt took three steps and then stood still in front of me.
Her eyes were locked on mine and a soft smile played on her rose tinted lips as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slipped the tip of her tongue out long enough to moisten them.
I watched as my precious darling smiled at me, as the tip of her tongue flicked over her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips causing them to shine in the dim light and as her eyes burned into mine.
My breathing was calm now, but my heart was pounding and my Uncut Hindu Cock was erect and straining at the material of my pants.
I wanted now Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt so much; I wanted to bury my swollen, straining Uncut Hindu Cock deep inside her sweet, wet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān folds.
I wanted to claim every part of her body as mine and mine alone.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled softly as she moved her hands to the top button of her pyjama top and slowly, slowly started to unbutton it.
My eyes widened and my heart pounded faster as I realized her intent.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, My Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, was about to strip for me.
I was going to see every inch of my beautiful darling exposed to me.
My Uncut Hindu Cock leapt in my pants and I had to shift in the chair to ease the pain of the pressure.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s fingers were shaking but Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had no problems in unbuttoning her pyjama top.
Once Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had opened the last one, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let her hands fall to her sides as the edges of the material hung open just an inch exposing the middle of her chest and belly to me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt counted to ten silently then smiled and turned away from me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt reached up and eased the pyjama top from her shoulders, aware that the dim light of the bedside lamp would light her skin, causing it almost to glow as I watched her slide her pyjama top off.
Slowly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let the top fall from her body and land at her feet.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt stood for a moment letting me see her back.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wrapped her arms around her breasts, shy suddenly at the idea of being so exposed to me.
Shy of me.
Worried that I would not find her pretty.
As the top slipped from Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, exposing her naked back, I felt my breathing stop.
My heart stopped also as I marveled at the Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān beauty of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s back.
The glow of her skin, the outline of her shoulder blades, the outline of her spine.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was simply breathtaking. And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was now mine.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt closed her eyes and taking a deep breath turned to face me.
Her eyes tightly closed and her head hanging so she didn’t have to see my face.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was afraid of what she would see there.
Her breathing becoming ragged, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt stood before me, my eyes roving over her.
I saw the top of her head, her hair hanging in a luxurious curtain to hide her face.
My eyes roved hungrily over her flat belly, I smiled to myself as I realized Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had a small pink diamante belly ring.
There were things about my little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl, it seemed, I didn’t know.
My eyes burned every inch of her into my memory and I looked at the way her arms were hugging her breasts, covering herself from me,
“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt,” my voice was low and deep, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, move your arms, darling.”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt responded after a pause only the length of a heartbeat and her obedience moved me almost as much as the sight of her breasts.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was curved in all the right places with a small waist and grand round Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.
That much I had known from seeing her running around in shorts and tight tee shirts but the sight of her naked breasts was enough to take away my breath.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt truly was breathtaking.
And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was mine.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt kept her head down as she moved her arms.
Tears filled her eyes as I silently looked at her high, round breasts.
Her breathing was labored and her breasts were rising and falling with each breath.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was overcome with shyness and needed my reassurance that all was well.
Seconds later Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard me speak,
“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt …. You are breathtaking, my darling.” and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt raised her face to me, a brilliant smile lighting up the room as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt basked in my praise.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled into my eyes as she pressed her breasts forward, aware of how her nipples were hard until my scrutiny.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt eased her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and made to push them down as I watched,
“No Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt! Turn around.” I spoke as I tried to prolong this wonderful moment.
Obediently and instantly, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt turned and eased down the shorts, revealing her round Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass to me.
I sighed as I saw how very pale every inch of her skin was, as my Uncut Hindu Cock jerked in reaction to her body and as I knew that I was once more being rewarded by her Allah Tabāruk Tålā and my Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā.
Rewarded to love and fuck my precious darling always.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let the shorts fall to the ground and stood with them pooled around her ankles.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt her heart pounding and the moisture from her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy oozed down her already soaked inner thighs.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt stood for what seemed like an eternity before slowly turning to face me.
Knowing that if I was not already aware of her arousal I would now know as the scent from her needy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt was filling the room and her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips were slick with her wetness and puffy with desire.
She looked at me as I looked at her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could see the desire and need darken my eyes as I looked at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s most intimate area.
I could hardly believe what was happening.
I was sitting in Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s bedroom, watching my precious extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl strip in front of me.
And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wasn’t just taking off her clothes, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was teasing, exposing herself to me and for me.
My eyes locked onto her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy as I saw how neatly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt trimmed the hair on her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips.
Lips that I wanted to plunge my Uncut Hindu Prick between, just as I had plunged my Uncut Hindu Prick into her soft mouth just moments earlier.
Feeling suddenly brazen Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moved her legs, parting them, letting my eyes move in between her legs and see the Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān wetness flowing from her honey Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled as she looked at my Hindu crotch and recognized the shape of my Hindu erection straining for release.
The room was filled with the scent of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt and the silence of our unspoken words of need.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt parted her legs a little more and reached down a hand to open her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit and expose her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty.
This movement pulled a groan from me that was followed by another as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt flicked her nail over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty causing her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt to gush down her legs.
I rose from the chair and in one step had her enveloped in my Hindu arms.
Her naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts were crushed to my strong Hindu chest as I held her tightly.
My Uncut Hindu Cock pushing against her, letting her know my Hindu reaction to her.
One of my hands ran gently up and down her spine before cupping her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, one finger slipping between her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks causing us both to moan.
I lifted her into the air and her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist as I kissed her deeply.
My Uncut Hindu Prick slid into her mouth and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sucked hungrily on it as I carried her to her bed.
I pulled my head away before looking deeply into her shining eyes once more and asking, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, are you sure that you want me into your most private parts?”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt nodded once more.
I dropped her onto her bed.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lay on her back with her legs spread open wide, inviting me between them.
Open wide for her Abbū’s best friend.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt took a deep breath, as she lay splayed on her bed looking up at me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could see the need in my eyes, could feel the tension in the air and the shivering of her own arousal.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lay still on the pink and lilac comforter of her childhood bed, watching me.
Seeing how each breath caused my chest to rise and fall, how a smile played over my lips as my eyes roamed over her nakedness.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt a tightening of her muscles, felt her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy spasm with need causing juices to spill from her opening.
I stood for what seemed to be the longest time looking down at her, admiring the way her honey blonde hair fanned out around her head, how her big blue eyes looked up at me with such obvious adoration, how her rose pink lips matched perfectly the color of her swollen nipples.
I was in awe of her, of the moment, a moment I had secretly longed for.
My eyes moved from her face to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts then over her stomach, smiling once more as I noted the pink belly stud, down to her neatly trimmed Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips.
My eyes closed for a moment as I felt my balls tighten, felt my Uncut Hindu Cock leap and strain against the material of my jeans.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips.
Opening my eyes, I looked back up to Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s eyes and smiled softly to her.
I took a step back from the edge of the bed, all the time my eyes fixed on her sweet face as I moved my hands to the button on my jeans,
“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, once again let me ask you, are you sure?”
Mutely Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt nodded.
I laughed happily then eased the button open and slid the zipper down.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s eyes were fixed on my hands.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt watched as I unzipped my jeans and in one swift movement slid the jeans and my shorts to the floor.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gasped as she saw my Uncut Hindu Cock spring free.
Her eyes widened as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt saw my swollen Uncut Hindu Cock for the second time that night.
I pulled my shirt over my head without wasting time to unbutton it.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled as she saw me naked for the first time.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned as she saw my Uncut Hindu Cock bobbing as it lengthened.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt watched as I stepped from the discarded clothes and moved back to the edge of the bed.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was spasming and contracting.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt juice was liberally flowing as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt her body react to the sight of my Hindu arousal.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was moaning softly, her nipples aching for my Hindu touch and involuntarily her hips began to move rhythmically.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s mind was whirring.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was mesmerized by the sight of my Hindu erection.
It seemed impossible to her that it would ever fit inside her body.
Just that thought made her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt clench.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted me inside her so much.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt took a deep, shuddering breath as she felt the mattress move beneath her as I put one knee onto the bed.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt closed her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes to try to get some control.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted to remember every moment of this.
She didn’t know to her pleasant surprise that this all was being filmed entirely.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt watched as I knelt on the bed and placed my hands on either side of her waist.
My head was over her stomach as I looked into her eyes.
“Oh!” My exclamation made Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt jump and she looked quizzically at me as I looked downwards to her stomach.
“What is it Abbū’s best friend? What is wrong?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s voice was anxious, as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt worried about the cause of my exclamation.
“What is THIS?” My voice was stern and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s heart clenched as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard the censure in my voice.
“What Abbū’s best friend? What do you mean?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt tears flood her eyes as she tried to understand what was happening.
“This!” My finger flicked the pink stud piercing her belly button.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt a single tear slip down the side of her face as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt realized that I was angry about her piercing.
Her voice small, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt answered my question,
“I’m sorry Abbū’s best friend… it’s just a stud… I can take it out?” the last an offer, a plea that I forgive her.
My heart melted, instantly regretting my joke at seeing how distressed my precious extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl had become.
I moved and gathered her into my arms, pulling her close to me.
Her head nestled against my chest as I stroked her long hair making soothing noises before speaking gently.
My lips brushed her ear as I assured that I was joking, that he liked the stud.
I felt her body shake as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt fought to stem the tears that were falling from her blue eyes.
I felt my heart clench as I berated myself for causing her such distress when all I wanted was to cause her pleasure.
I knew I would do anything to make her smile, just as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had told me earlier in the evening she would do anything to make me smile.
I rocked her gently in my arms, one hand stroking her hair and the other her back as I soothed her.
All I could think of at that moment was making Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt happy again.
I forgot all about her nakedness and my erection slowly faded.
For several moments, we lay together on her bed, the dim lamplight causing shadows on the walls.
I was comforting Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
Gradually I felt Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt calm.
The regret for my words and actions haunted me as I felt her nestle her head closer to me, until her head was tucked under my chin.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt my pulse against her cheek and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed happily, as she cuddled into my strong, broad Hindu chest.
The sounds I was making made her feel safe and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pressed her body tightly against mine, wanting to be as close to me as possible.
I felt her moving against me and my softening Uncut Hindu Cock leapt in response to her.
I took a deep breath as I tried to fight my renewed arousal, but the feel of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s soft skin against me was too much for me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt squirmed against me and felt her heartbeat grow faster.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pressed her hardening nipples against my chest and smiled to herself as she felt my Uncut Hindu Cock twitch and swell against her leg.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt my body stiffen as I fought my arousal.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pressed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt to my leg, wanting me to feel how wet she herself was for me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me try to pull my leg away, felt me shift my body slightly.
Wantonly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt parted her legs and moved to encircle one of my thighs between her legs as she thrust her hips forward.
Slowly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt began to pump her hips, her wet slit parting on my skin, her opening spasming as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt became more and more aroused.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt gushed as she pressed hard against my thigh and I felt Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt juice soak my skin.
Letting out a groan I pushed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt away from me, her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt clenching in protest as the cool air replaced my hot skin.
In one swift movement, I was on my hands and knees over her body.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled up into my eyes as I let out another groan before dipping my head to claim her mouth.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt snaked her arms around my back.
Her hands clasping at my skin as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tried to pull me down onto her body.
My Uncut Hindu Prick plunged deep into her mouth and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned her need as she suckled gently on it before I ripped it from her mouth and fastened my mouth over her right nipple.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let out a small scream of pleasure as she felt my mouth hot and wet on her nipple.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had never experienced anything like This and the sensations flooding her body as my lips, Uncut Hindu Prick and teeth played with her swollen, tender nipple were almost too much to bear.
Each time I gently bit her nipple Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed out and felt her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt spasm and gush.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was so wet that the comforter beneath her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass was soaked with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal juices.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Abbū’s best friend bit and sucked and licked at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s nipple, marvelling in my mind at her reactions.
I took pleasure in her lack of restraint, how Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was not afraid to show her enjoyment.
Her moans and movements drove me to bite just a little harder and I noted how the harder I bit the more Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt seemed to enjoy it.
I longed to touch her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, wanted to lick her there, wanted to penis her slick folds, wanted to impale her with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I wanted to be savage, wanted to take her rough and hard.
But I couldn’t.
Not the first time.
I resolved that the next time I be with Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt I was going to show her just how pleasurable Hindu rough sex could be.
I could hear Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s moans, could smell her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt and could feel her nipple in my mouth and her body writhing beneath me.
For just a moment, I paused, marveling that just two hours ago, this was something I might have dreamt of but never really thought would happen.
I remembered how just two hours ago my precious darling had come to me and taken my Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth and sucked me until I exploded.
I thought back to just a few minutes ago when extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl had stripped for me after I accidentally witnessed her bring herself to orgasm.
And now, now, I was seconds from sliding my hard Uncut Hindu Cock into her hot, sweet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān box.
The very thought of fucking Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was enough to tighten my balls and bring me to the edge of orgasm.
I fought myself, determined to take time, determined to pleasure Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, to bring her to orgasm before allowing my own release.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt groaned loudly as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me remove my mouth from her nipple.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pulled hard on my back, trying to bring me down to her nipple again, but my superior Hindu strength won out and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me slip from her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān embrace.
For a moment Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lay shuddering and then Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt leapt with a scream as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt my Uncut Hindu Prick sliding up her wet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān folds.
My Uncut Hindu Prick buried between her soaked thighs as he fucked Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
My Uncut Hindu Prick slid up and down her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit three times before the tip of my Uncut Hindu Prick teased and tickled her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty.
The little nub went on swelling and growing as I teased and fucked her.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pushed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy upwards, towards my Uncut Hindu Penis, moaning as my Uncut Hindu Prick worked its way down her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit once more towards her opening.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was so aroused, so excited that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was almost out of her mind.
The pleasure I was giving her was driving her crazy.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt was flowing steadily as I circled her sweet 19 years old, young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lovehole with the tip of my extremely experienced, 61 years old, Uncut Hindu Prick.
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
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
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
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
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
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
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
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
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
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
113. The everincreasing infinite lust
114. The women in my life
115. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
118. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
119. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1
120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2
121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3
122. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
123. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1
125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2
126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3
127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4
128.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5
129. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6
130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7
131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8
132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
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
Ahal-Al Bayt-25
Posted: August 19, 2010 Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, incest, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Sidrah Aħmad, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Āmnah Muħammad 4 CommentsChapter 25
Durgesh Āmnah
It’s been years since my husband and I separated. Though there is no chance of us getting back together, we haven’t filed for divorce yet.
During these years, I’ve been no saint.
I was no saint ever.
My husband is right.
I love sex adventure with Hindus.
Not in singular, Plural.
At least three in my three Sunni Musalmān holes, simultaneously.
I love it very much.
My priorities were Durgesh, Rājesh Rājpoot, and ACP Vikrānt Pratāp.
Sidrah Aħmad and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī were my best friends.
“Ħumairah Qāzī has settled with her son Durgesh now.” I smiled to Sidrah Aħmad, when do you, Sidrah?”
“Never.” Sidrah Aħmad said contemptuously, “I have enough money and enough youth left in me still. I don’t need Durgesh even.”
I laughed.
“Why did you laugh, Āmnah?” her eyebrows implied her strong disapproval, “You think I need Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis still now?”
“Every one of us needs. Every Musalmān Beauty needs Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund always without any exception, whether she is brave enough to admit it or not.” I smiled, “Once with Durgesh, all else is trash.”
“Nonsense!”
“He has incredible sex prowess. He is alone more than all the rest of mankind combined.”
Sidrah Aħmad laughed ironically,
“When are you, yourself, settling with Durgesh?”
I’ve had a couple of short-term relationships with couple of Hindus and quite a few onetime hook ups.
I fell in love with the first Hindu I was with, after the separation.
I haven’t been able to get him out of my heart still.
So any Hindu I’ve been with since, just doesn’t do it for me emotionally.
Don’t get me wrong.
I’ve had good sex with the Hindus, but no connection otherwise.
Sorry.
Only sex with Hindus, nothing else.
I’m an ardent Muslimah, and I can’t allow any Hindu, to fuck my Īmān, damn it.
My everhottest eversexy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body needs savage Hindu sex kicks.
In all my ravenous three Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān holes.
That’s all.
I refuse to be slave of Hindus even, for it, however.
Hindus, my darlings, my husbands, Come to me, fuck me, enjoy me, but please, please, never try to possess or command me.
I believed in Sidrah Aħmad’s life style more, than in that Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī has surrendered to, now.
Yet, I was so tired of trying to find the Hindu who will make me forget that first Hindu, that I’ve sworn off men for the time being.
He was Vishvās Shakr Mānav, Durgesh’s Pitr’shrī, after all.
Yes, all the Hindus are good at sex, better than Musalmeen in every respect, yet some of them outexcel even the rest of them.
The Musalmeen have so perverted minds in sex that they can never convert their mental lust into a physical one.
They satisfy themselves mentally with their own sexual perversity, and therefore can never satisfy any woman physically.
That’s why even the Panjvaqtā Namazī Musalmān wives of them, need Hindus physically for sexual satisfaction.
Hindus never believe in mental sex, as Musalmeen do.
Hindus believe in physical sex and that’s what we Musalmān Beauties need.
At the end of my forties and with a houseful of young kids, I was not getting many offers, from Hindus I mean, as I can never even think of any Musalmān having sex with, other than for quick, no strings fun.
The idiots, Musalmeen I mean, yes, they are idiots, and I’m capable enough now, not to be afraid of the morons.
The idiots think I’m a Sunni Musalmān whore for Hindus.
No, I’m not.
I only enjoy Hindus in all my three ravenous Sunni Musalmān love holes.
I never asked any payment from any Hindu that he enjoyed me sexually.
Instead, I myself have paid so many Hindus, even rewarded them that they satisfied me.
Durgesh does it with Musalmān Beauties, and he is right.
I do it with Hindus, and I’m wrong?
Only because Durgesh is a male and Āmnah isn’t?
Nonsense!
I’m a Muslim feminist, and I hate double standards of entire mankind, whether Musalmeen or Hindus.
I’ve been focusing on my kids and trying to keep a roof over our heads.
As my twenty year old son, Durgesh still lives at home and has been like the man of the house the last couple of years.
Yes, Durgesh isn’t my own son.
He is a son of Vishvās Shakr Mānav and my Buāzād cousin, Al Kħadījah Al Waħāb.
He hasn’t found a job yet, but earns his keep by helping me with my jobs or baby sitting while I work.
He’s a very very good looking guy, about six inches taller than me and long straight hair.
Since I grew up in the seventies, I like a guy with long hair, I’m also attracted to guys without moustaches and beards.
Durgesh also was clean shaved always.
It’s been months now since I’ve been with anyone and when you happen to have a high sex drive it can be hell.
I’ve been taking care of myself while browsing porn sights, but it just doesn’t compare to full one-on-one, hot and heavy sex with a Hindu.
I know I swore off guys but something that has happened several times over the past week has me worried.
I’ve found myself looking at Durgesh in a way an Ammī should never look at her son.
Allah, am I myself surrendering to incest now?
First, Hindus!
And now incest?
Allah, NOoooooo!
Never!
Not Durgesh!
Yes, Durgesh is my top priority in my imaginations, but only in my imaginations!
Durgesh is my fantasy, but never anything more!
Maybe if I can find a one time hook up to release the tension building up inside me, I won’t do something I know is morally wrong.***
It’s now ten PM, all the kids were in bed but the oldest.
I’ve been online now for hours and none of my possible hook ups were available tonight.
Allah!
Are Hindus losing interest in fucking me?
No!
It can’t be ever!
They have fucked me entire my life.
Now, they can’t leave me alone!
I am the same Āmnah Muħammad, the Hindus always loved to fuck, all in my three Sunni Musalmān love holes.
They have always tried to top my Ever Good List.
Sidrah Aħmad and I always competed to get best of the Hindus available to us.
Yes, Sidrah Aħmad always defeated me succeeding to get even Durgesh for her.
But it was because her Bhābhījān, Āmnah Ħabīb, helped her.
Āmnah Ħabīb’s second choice, Ajay Pratāp, helped her.
I was horny as hell and getting even more frustrated.
I mixed myself a strong drink that wasn’t helping, so I decided to go downstairs to mix another.
Durgesh was where he usually was, in front of the TV.
I walked past him to the kitchen and started mixing my drink.
My mind started fantasizing about Durgesh.
What it would feel if I were in his arms!
Why I can’t be one more Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, damn it?
Why I can’t be one more Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad?
Why can’t I be?
Why can’t I be?
Today, it’s almost a fashion for mature Musalmān women of prominence, to have a younger Hindu boy for sex!
They help poor Hindu boys for it, ab initio.
Being immensely grateful to them, the poor Hindu boys call them Ammījān.
And the Ammījāns seduce their Hindu sons when they come to eligible age.
How?
They are not their real son from any Hindu whosoever!
Yes, the jealous Musalmeen spread such rumors about them.
But I know, of my own knowledge, that the rumors are ill intended.
Always, at least almost always ill intended.
Should I too follow the same path?
The second option is—
Follow Sidrah Aħmad.
Can I do it?
I know Sidrah Aħmad very well.
She maintains to write her daily diary on her personal laptop.
She is so proud of her activities that she gives access to her personal diary to her extremely close friends too.
I remember she has written:***
Quickly I shook my head to get those thoughts out of there and turned to go back upstairs.
As I walked behind Durgesh I glanced at the TV and saw that at the Moment the movie he was watching was showing a very intense full nudity sex scene.
Without realizing it I moved closer to the back of his chair, fixated on the TV screen.
What I was seeing was getting to me.
I could feel my body reacting to what the couple was doing and I leaned a bit closer.
My face was right next to Durgesh’s.
I placed my one hand on his shoulder without thinking and slowly slid it down to his chest.
Durgesh jumped at my touch and that snapped me back to reality.
I apologized to him as I retreated to my room ashamed of what I had just done.
Am I really that big of a slut to make a move on Durgesh?
I was about to sit back down at my computer when Durgesh popped his head in the door and asked if we could talk.
Though I was still uncomfortable from what I had done, I motioned for him to come in.
He walked over to me and said he wanted to talk about what just happened.
I started to apologize again and he stopped me by pulling me to him and kissing me full on my mouth.
I was in shock and didn’t pull away.
Durgesh kissed me harder and I felt my lips part, welcoming his Hindu tongue into my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth and kissing him back.
Our hands were roaming all over each other’s bodies, totally oblivious to exactly what we were doing.
I started pulling his clothes off, shirt first so I could enjoy the feel and taste of his chest and nipples.
I lightly ran my hands over his chest and alternated sucking on each nipple.
I teasingly nibbled on his nipples while my hands grabbed his ass.
When I was done, I let him do the same to me.
His hands and mouth felt so good on my bg tits.
As I’m enjoying this, I start undoing his pants.
I slid my hand into his pants eager to feel the Hindu bulge that was growing bigger.
This caused Durgesh to stop kissing on my nipples and I dropped to my knees to help Durgesh out of his pants.
As I released his Uncut Hindu Cock from the confines of his pants, it stood straight up as if at attention.
There I was with my face inches from his Uncut Hindu Cock and loving the sight of it.
I lightly explored his balls and shaft with my fingers while Durgesh let out soft moans.
I leaned closer, nuzzling his balls with my nose before licking and sucking on them.
Durgesh’s moans grew louder.
I kissed my way up his Hindu shaft.
Running my tongue around the head and took just the Uncut Hindu head into my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.
I always loved a warm Uncut Hindu Penis in my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.
Sucking an Uncut Hindu Penis was my obsession.
So what?
Never expect me to be ashamed of it.
Why should I?
I love to suck an Uncut Hindu Penis.
The Hindus love me to suck their Uncut Hindu Penis.
It’s our personal matter.
Isn’t it?
The Hindus are not ashamed of it.
So, why should I?
I sucked lightly on it then taking in a little with each suck until Durgesh’s entire Uncut Hindu Cock was in my mouth.
Damn I loved the feel of Durgesh’s hard Uncut Hindu Cock in my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.
I only mouth fucked Durgesh for a short time before I could tell from Durgesh’s moans that Durgesh was close to his Hindu orgasm.
So I stopped and told him to lie down on the bed.
I took off my pants and straddled Durgesh’s chest.
I bent down and kissed him deeply before telling him it was my turn.
I planted my already wet extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy directly over Durgesh’s mouth.
He explored every crevasse with his fingers.
I was thoroughly enjoying Durgesh’s touch and the feel of Durgesh’s fingers pumping inside my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lovehole, but what I wanted more was Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Prick there.
I lowered myself onto Durgesh’s mouth and let out a gasp followed by a continuous moan as he kissed me there.
Then he did what I was longing for very much.
He put his Uncut Hindu Prick there.
Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Prick was so hard and warm.
Totally, into the Moment I forgot myself and pressed my extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy harder onto Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Prick, forcing Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Prick deeper into me.
Durgesh’s hands were squeezing my ass roughly as I rode Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis.
I realized I was practically smashing him with my extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy so I eased up yet moved closer before I came.
I moved my hips down Durgesh’s body and started grinding myself on Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu shaft.
I pressed my tits against Durgesh’s chest and kissed him hungrily.
I circled my ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit on the head of Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock and let it slide between my dripping wet extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips.
When I felt the head at my twitching hole, I lowered myself slowly onto Durgesh’s hard meat.
We both let out a moan of pleasure as we felt every Hindu inch of Durgesh enter me.
I rode Durgesh with such intensity that even my big tits were jiggling to Durgesh’s Hindu delight.
I could tell by Durgesh’s breathing that he was ready to cum and since I was at the brink myself, I landed myself on him so fast and hard I thought he was going to break.
We both let out simultaneous loud moans as both our bodies jerked with each other’s orgasm.
Durgesh exploded over and over, deepest into my ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, till I was so full of his Hindu cum I thought I’d burst.
Our hot mingled juices oozed out of me as I laid myself down on top of him.
After what seemed like forever, I lifted my head and looked into Durgesh’s eyes.
I kissed him softly and started feeling Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock grow hard inside me again.
I just smiled and told him to roll us over.
I wanted him on top this time.
I wanted him to pound the hell out of me as I cried for more.
I put my legs over Durgesh’s shoulders, pulled Durgesh’s face to mine and kissed him hotly.
I carressed Durgesh’s Hindu balls as he started slowly moving in and out of me.
With his each Hindu thrust, I begged Durgesh harder, faster.
“Āmnah darling, Āmnah darling.” Durgesh murmured fucking me.
I smiled.
A 20 year Hindu lad, calling me, a fully grown up, extremely experienced Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman, ‘darling’.
Imagine!
I could hear and feel Durgesh’s Hindu balls spanking my gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.
By this time, we were both dripping with sweat.
I dug my fingers into Durgesh’s back as he gave me the fuck of my entire life.
Allah!
Yā Allaaaaaaah!!
So, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was not crazy after all.
The Hindu boy was an incredible miracle in sex.
Again we orgasmed simultaneously.
I lowered my legs and held Durgesh tight against me.
We kissed and he rolled off of me.
I snuggled tight against him and asked him if he wanted to sleep with me.
I wanted Durgesh in my bed all night and I was no longer ashamed of it.
I was about to make Durgesh the real man of the house, even though he was only twenty now, for as long as he wanted me.***
Fātimah hugged herself tightly as she listened to her parents arguing once more.
She burrowed deeper into the comforter as she lay in bed.
Tears filled her eyes as she listened to her Ammījān scream abuse at her Abbū.
She screwed her eyes up trying to block out the sound of her Ammījān’s voice casting abuse at her Abbū.
She was just nineteen yet at times wished she was younger, wishfully thinking back to her eighteenth birthday party, when her parents were happy and her brother was still alive.
She had always been a Daddy’s girl, always obedient, cast as the “good child” as her brother was “trouble.”
Fātimah was 5′ 6″ and had curves in all the right places.
The nipples that topped her full breasts were rose pink and large.
She attracted a lot of attention from the Hindu boys she was in college with but somehow none of them measured up to her standard, Her Abbū’s best friend Durgesh.
She knew her Ammījān, Kħadījah had Durgesh as her lover now, and her Abbū, Muħammad, was never competent in sex.
So, it was natural for Fātimah’s Ammījān, Kħadījah, to scream at and even abuse, her Abbū.
Durgesh was, even at his 61, an everyoung Hindu.
He was still dark haired and broad shouldered with slim hips.
He was everything Fātimah physically admired whilst his kind and gentle nature was something Fātimah sought in the boys she dated but had not yet found.
Fātimah had always admired everything about Durgesh and now listening to her Ammījān castigate Abbū for something that they all knew wasn’t his fault hurt Fātimah somewhere deep inside.
She curled up in her bed, her knees tight to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she tried to block out the sounds of the argument from downstairs.
And then the crash of the door as her Ammījān stormed out of the house once more in the middle of the night.
Even Durgesh could not stop her.
Abbū rushed to his wife, pleading with her that he’ll help her clean if Kħadījah fucks Durgesh.
Fātimah listened to hear what I was doing, hoping I wouldn’t resort to call some Musalmān Beauty once more, but knowing that since her even her Ammījān was not there to satisfy me that was where I found solace.
Solace that should have been offered by her Ammījān’s arms.
But her Ammījān was too busy blaming her Abbū for giving the keys of the car to Qāsim.
Fātimah cried gently as she thought of her handsome older brother, Qāsim.
With so much potential and promise he had lost his life to a drunk driver and now her precious Abbū was trying to drink himself to an early grave while her Ammījān just kept running away.
The soft sounds of me telephoning some Musalmān Beauty came up the stairs.
Fātimah sniffed and wiped her eyes then paused for a moment wondering what to do.
It was not good for her entire family.
Abbū has compromised with her Ammījān that she could fuck his best friend Durgesh, if she hated her legally wedded husband, Muħammad.
Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had started to enjoy sex with Durgesh, but in her innocence, she didn’t know it was not easy to keep Durgesh, even once he is enjoyed.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slid her long legs from under the comforter and rose from her bed.
She was dressed in a pink shortie pyjama set and in her urgency to get to me, to comfort me, as I wanted a Musalmān Beauty right then, she didn’t pause to slide her feet into her slippers and didn’t even consider her dressing gown.
She ran down the stairs and found me slumped in her Abbū’s chair in front of the TV.
The sound was off and a movie was playing, the colours and light from the screen the only light in the room. I didn’t see Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt as she stood in the doorway for a moment considering whether she ought to go to me.
I looked so sexy, so alone and so in need of comfort that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt her heart clench.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt walked to me and slid gracefully to her knees between my sprawled Hindu legs.
My eyes were closed.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s heart melted.
This was her Abbū’s best friend, her precious Abbū’s best friend and he needed comfort.
He couldn’t help it.
He was there on her Abbū’s request to fuck her Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
And her Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, had marched out.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt reached a hand out tentatively and put it on my left thigh to reassure me.
My eyes sprung open and I jerked in my seat as my hand whipped out and grasped her wrist in a tight clutch.
“Uncle, you are Abbū’s best friend!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gasped in surprise and pain at my sudden and fierce grasp, “Abbū’s best friend, you’re hurting me!”
There was silence for a long moment as I looked into her eyes, my hand still grasping her slight wrist in an iron grip.
The moment lengthened and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard me groan gently.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt reached her other hand up to my shoulder and stroked it gently.
“Durgesh uncle, you are Abbū’s best friend. It’s ok. I am here, Abbū’s best friend. I am here for you, Abbū’s best friend. I’m sorry Ammījān never understands what you’ve done for all of us.”
I didn’t speak but slowly, almost reluctantly, released her wrist as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt continued to caress my shoulder with her other hand.
Her nails cut neatly and polished with a baby pink trailing over my shoulder as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moved her hand back and forth over there.
Our eyes locked on each other as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt murmured softly to me, telling me how much Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt loved me and how much Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wished she could make everything ok with me and her Ammījān.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was telling me now how much Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt adored me and would do anything to make me smile once more the way I do.
My eyes burned into hers as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt spoke and then slowly, cautiously, I raised a hand to cover Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s hand as it stroked my shoulder.
My voice was grave now as I spoke,
“Anything Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt? Would you do anything to make your Abbū’s best friend smile again?”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt nodded hard as she heard my words.
“Yes Abbū’s best friend!!! You know I would!!!” Her blue eyes filled with tears once more as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt watched my face, watched emotions she couldn’t name flit over my face and fill my eyes.
“Anything Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt? Are you sure?” words almost growled as my hand moved to touch her lips. A strong finger tracing the outline of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s plump lips, as I looked deep into her eyes.
“Yes Abbū’s best friend, anything.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt replied and as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt spoke, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt knew that she would indeed do anything to make me happy. Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt would do anything to make Abbū’s best friend smile.
A slow smile came to my lips.
“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, you have made me happy already. You don’t need to do anything more. You can go back to your bed right now or……” a pause as my thumb rubbed over her lips, pulling them, “or……..” I paused once more as my eyes darkened and my gaze travelled from Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s face down to her throat and continued to her breasts covered only by the thin pink material, “You are so pretty Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt , so very pretty….” My gaze burnt into her flesh and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt flushed as she realised her nipples were becoming erect, swelling with desire. Desire for me.
Allah!
She too?
After her Ammījān?
Durgesh is her Abbū’s best friend.
So many persons are there, Musalmeen and Hindus both, who always doubted Durgesh was actually her Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s clandestine Hindu lover.
They even doubted that Durgesh fathered her brother Qāsim actually.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had herself overheard even her Abbū, Muħammad Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt doubting her Ammījān.
Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was dumb stricken.
“Whaaaaaaat? You doubt Durgesh fathered Qāsim?”
Muħammad was as if not in his senses.
“What wrong with that? Ask anyone. Anyone can say Qāsim resembled Durgesh more than he resembled me.”
Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was as if fallen from sky.
She looked at her husband in utter terror.
“So, it was the reason you gave keys to my son Qāsim?”
Muħammad was startled.
“No. No, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.”
“Shut up, you brute!”Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt thundered as a Musalmān lioness, “I always doubted you killed my son, Qāsim. Yet, I never knew why you did it. Now, I know.”
“Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, you are getting me all wrong.” Muħammad shouted.
Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slapped Muħammad on his bearded face hardest and marched out of the house.***
I pulled my hand from her face as though it was burning,
“Go Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt! Go to bed right now!” I shifted in chair and turned my face away from Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt paused, eyes blinking frantically as she wondered what she had done to cause me to turn away.
Had Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt too hurt me?
“Abbū’s best friend!! What did I do wrong??? Please, Abbū’s best friend, don’t send me away.”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt almost never called me ‘uncle’ after she knew her Ammījān’s sexual relations with me.
Without turning my face back to her I spoke to her, my voice a groan, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, I am doing this for your own good.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt stretched forward and upward, her body fully between my spread legs as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt reached forward to kiss my cheek.
“Abbū’s best friend, I love you and I want to make you happy again. Please let me make you happy.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pressed forward to hug me, her breasts crushed against my stomach, her face against my chest.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard my heart racing and at that moment, realized that her stomach was pressed against my Hindu crotch.
Her stomach was tight against my crotch and I was already aroused.
Her extremely beautiful eyes widened and a soft smile crossed her lips as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard the low moan escape my lips.
Now Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt understood, now Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt knew exactly how to make me smile once more.
Without moving Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt whimpered, “Abbū’s best friend, do you like it when I cuddle you like This?”
There was a long pause before I responded.
My voice anguished as I told Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt that I very much liked cuddling her this way.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt her nipples swelling to become long and hard, felt the heat between her legs as her arousal started to overtake her, felt her young Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy become wet and needy.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had felt this way before, but never with any of the boys she dated.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had felt this way before when she was laying in her bed.
Thinking about me.
Now Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt realized why.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted me to lay with her and touch her, kiss her, fuck her.
And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted it now.
“Abbū’s best friend,” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt murmured softly, “I think I know how I can help you smile…”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moved slightly and let her hand slide onto my Hindu erection, gently touching and caressing it through the fabric of my jeans.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt my body stiffen, felt my Uncut Hindu Cock jerk at her touch, heard me groan, and heard me say “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt …. We can’t….. we can’t….”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled to herself as she pulled her head back far enough to look me in the eyes and whisper, “But Abbū’s best friend I want to….. I want to Abbū’s best friend….. please? The hell we can’t do it.”
Her fingers were working slowly, drawing a pattern over my hardening Uncut Hindu Cock, feeling it react to her teasing touch, “And Abbū’s best friend, I think you want to too….”
My only answer was a groan as my hand shot to the back of her head, my fingers entwining and twisting into her long honey blonde hair as I pulled her to my face.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let out a short gasp of pain as I pulled her hair then was silenced as my Hindu lips took hers.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had been kissed before, and it had been nice.
Gentle and soft.
But This was not gentle or soft, This was pure need and desire and it was so much better than any kiss Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had ever had before.
My Hindu lips were crushed to hers, my tongue sliding into her mouth, pushing into her mouth, claiming her with my kiss.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt melted into my kiss.
Her fingers were starting to grip my Hindu erection.
As he kissed her I pulled away from her roving hand, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted to protest but the kiss….. the kiss was consuming her, every part of her involved as my Hindu mouth took hers.
Then suddenly my hand grasped hers, pulled it back toward me and her fingers felt the soft skin of my swollen Uncut Hindu Cock.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gasped once more, my mouth leaving hers for a second as I laughed softly then whimpered,
“You know what to do baby?”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s eyes were wide as she mutely shook her head, not wanting to give voice to the fact she had never laid eyes, never mind hand on a Uncut Hindu Cock before.
I brushed a tendril of hair from her face, kissed her gently and asked,
“Are you still a virgin my darling?”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt nodded, not speaking, her fingers still wrapped around my thick Uncut Hindu Cock as I smiled lovingly at her and wrapping my hand around hers started to slide Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s hand up and down my stiff, long Uncut Hindu Cock.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt closed her eyes as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let herself be guided by me.
Her hand was gripping my Uncut Hindu Cock and slowly, carefully stroking me.
Her heart was racing.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock.
And it felt so good.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could feel the heat between her legs intensify and the wetness drip onto her thighs, through her soaked pyjama shorts, as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt knelt before me.
For several long moments, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was guided by me, taught how to please me with her hand.
Then I took my hand from hers, leant back in my chair and groaned,
“Do it for me baby. Stroke your Abbū’s best friend’s Uncut Hindu Cock, baby for me, as your Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, does.”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled.
“As my Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, does? Did you father Qāsim, Abbū’s best friend?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Just curiosity. Won’t you answer me?”
I smiled at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
“Yes, your Abbū is right. He lacks Y chromosomes. Your Ammījān, Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, requested a son from me.”
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! And yet she lost Qāsim.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt groaned.
She felt as though her heart would burst, her fingers wrapped tightly around my Uncut Hindu Cock as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt stroked it slowly, gently speeding up, feeling my pre cum drip onto her fingers.
The wetness of my pre cum was making the stroking easier and somehow more intimate.
I was groaning louder now, my hips bucking slightly as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt grew more confident in her actions.
Her fingers were gripping me tightly and then for a brief moment pulling off, hearing my groan and knowing that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was pleasing me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let the pad of her thumb rotate for a moment on the ridge of my Uncut Hindu Cock head then gripped me once more to stroke again.
Long, slow, hard strokes.
Feeling the bulges of my veins under her palm and hand as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pleased my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Then, without warning, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me grasp her hand and pull it off my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned in protest, begged me to let her help me cum and was rewarded by my hand once more wrapping in her hair and forcing her face down to my Uncut Hindu Cock.
The wet Uncut Hindu Cock head touched her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt them part automatically as I forced her head down deeper.
My Uncut Hindu Cock filled her eager extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sucked hard, her tongue slipping and sliding over my Hindu shaft as I held her in place.
She moaned with desire as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sucked me harder and harder, drool spilling down her chin as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt took as much of my Uncut Hindu Cock as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could.
I groaned as I felt Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt suck on my erect Uncut Hindu Cock, something I had fantasized about so many times.
Her mouth felt so good, my Uncut Hindu Cock felt so hard I was sure the skin would burst and I could feel the cum build in my balls.
My precious extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl was everything and more than I had dreamed of.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sucked me harder, her instincts taking over, not worrying about “doing it right” as it was her first time, just following my lead, listening to my groans and moans and concentrating on the areas of my Uncut Hindu Cock that made me moan loudest.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled to herself, knowing that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was going to want to “practice” as much as I would allow so Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could give me the best blowjobs I had ever had.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s tongue was hot and wet as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slid it over every inch of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
My velvety Uncut Hindu Cock head felt so good on her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips and tongue, my scent so arousing, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt as though she could suck forever.
I let my head fall heavily back onto the chair, involuntary groans were torn from me as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s tongue brought me closer and closer the edge of orgasm.
I could feel my balls tighten with every wonderful suck.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt took a deep breath and swallowed, feeling the length of my Uncut Hindu Cock slide over the back of her tongue and into her throat.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt my body stiffen and my Uncut Hindu Cock jerk as I realized what Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was doing and then felt me shoot my hot Hindu seed into her throat.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sucked harder as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt my Hindu cum flow up my Uncut Hindu Cock and spurt into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt swallowed, smiling as she looked up to see my face.
I was smiling too.
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
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
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
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
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
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
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
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
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
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
113. The everincreasing infinite lust
114. The women in my life
115. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
118. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
119. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1
120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2
121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3
122. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
123. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1
125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2
126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3
127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4
128.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5
129. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6
130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7
131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8
132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
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
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 