Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam

Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 6

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 6

Durgesh Åāliyah Kamāluddīn
Mecca Fataħ
Durgesh Al Jihad Al Vaqār

He smiled.
“Durgesh never doubted that it was the very thing we ourselves wanted?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn too smiled cunningly at her Musalmān husband.
“You have yourself watched the entire video in trimension, haven’t you? Decide yourself.”
“He still thinks our movement ‘Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah’ is only what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thinks it is?”
“Muħammad Kamāluddīn, You yourself have entered numerous affirmations and transmissions in between our videos and spread them everywhere as our porn videos. Haven’t we gotten positive results always?”
“Sure, if it weren’t so, we would have already abandoned this utopian scheme you Musalmān houseladies proposed.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always right, I told you.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn said triumphantly enthusiastically, “Our code Mecca Fataħ has worked with Al Ghausiyah Al Imtiyāz and it’s still working with us. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said it starts the time cycle of Mecca Fataħ once we announce it with Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock inside us.”
“Is it too Bījāxar now?” Muħammad Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly at his extremely beautiful wife.
“There, my dear husband, I’m sure, I can’t help you. I don’t know the Ultimate Science behind it they call Eīshān Vigyān.”

Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was still lying on her back.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn, her husband was between her legs.
He was eating her dazzling Musalmān Cunt.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn couldn’t deny since Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was fucking Durgesh, her already dazzling Musalmān beauty was becoming more and more dazzling.
He didn’t know his aids was being cured or not.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advised him to lick his Musalmān houseladies’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and even their Musalmān ass after Durgesh fucked them.
“The entire Pseudo Musalmān terrorism is immensely against Islam, Muħammad Kamāluddīn.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had put her right palm on his head, “See yourself. Your entire mujāhidīn are now suffering from aids, cancer etc. ever incurable diseases. Only their own Musalmān houseladies can cure them if they fuck Durgesh and let them lick their orgasmic secretions from right their sexual organs.”*

I asked Al Jihad Al Vaqār again,
“What did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī do then?”
“He went down to Mexico and had a talk with a lawyer. The Mexican lawyer advised Al Nādir Al Ghāzī he could establish a residence by some sort of proxy. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says the Mexican lawyer made it sound pretty good. He got a Mexican divorce and we married afterwards in Mexico. We followed a procedure worked out by the Mexican lawyer. She seemed not only to know her business but also she was the best in this game.”
“Game?”
“What else is it?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār asked me contemptuously, “They have made marriage difficult and Live in Relationship easy. The damn fools are harming the very society they are there to protect.”
I agreed with her.
Since Friedrich Engels had written ‘The Origin of Family Private Property and the State’, the shallow thinkers were crazy to destroy family to destroy Private Property.
They forget that Communism has failed miserably politically everywhere only within Seventy-Two years of its coming into power.
In the ever-erroneous enthusiasm of destroying Private Property, Friedrich Engels had sown the seeds of destruction of family.
Friedrich Engels never understood the unique and irreplaceable function of family in human life.
Friedrich Engels’ theory that the humankind must destroy family to destroy Private Property to get rid of Corruption was only theory when it was proposed in 1884 AD.
It wasn’t practiced until then anywhere.
The people of the entire globe then, were so fed up of corruption dominant then everywhere that they agreed even to destroy the family to get rid of corruption.
However, it was the blunder actually they committed to get rid of their mistake.
They never realized it then and a lot of people don’t realize it even now, after more than a century even.

I asked gravely.
“And then what happened?”
“Well,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is worried about Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. In his opinion, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has suddenly turned bitter.”
“Suddenly?”
“That’s right. The damn fool still doesn’t understand there isn’t anything suddenly as far as Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is concerned. She never loved Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. She was after his money ab initio.”
I smiled.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is one of those self-deceiving men that love to live in dreams ever. They are always afraid of the cold and hard facts if they don’t support their ever utopian dreams.”
“But it’s immensely harmful to them, Durgesh.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shuddered.
“I agree with you. Yet, most of us mankind are crazy to get feminine appreciation.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled cunningly.
“Are you telling me? We womankind understand it very well and immensely use it to get what we want from mankind.”
“The stupids like Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never understand it. Moreover, if even they realize it ever, they adamantly refuse to accept it. They deliberately deceive themselves that even if it’s right, they are an exception.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was horrified.
“Allah, you understand it too, Durgesh? Now, I think I know why no woman could dominate you ever. You, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, you are the ever greatest psychologist I’ve ever met in my life.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched me scrutinizing.
Yet, she continued to say,
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wants a property settlement. She wants things that would completely ruin Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“That’s what Al Nādir Al Ghāzī should have thought of before marrying her.” I said curtly, “The women like Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb have always done the same things to their foolish husband in the entire history. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never took any lesson from history.”
“He thinks the money is everything. He never cared what a woman can do if he can have someone to defeat her with the power of his money.”
“That’s why Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb his mine in New Mexico and his media empire in Ved Nagar to you?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
“What do you think?”
“What do you want from me?”
“The media empire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has given to me is still not completely transferred to my name legally. The process is taking more time than I’d anticipated.”
“So?”
“I want you to expedite the process and protect my interests in the meantime.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled at me seductively, “I’m one of your countless Musalmān lady friends that enjoy even the ultimate intimacy with you. Even if I’m not your Live in Relationship partner in your opinion…”
“That doesn’t make any difference. You said I’ve impregnated you,”
“There,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said gravely, “You promised me he’d be my son.”
“I won’t snatch away him from you ever, never worry. I’ve never snatched away any son of mine from his mother whether she lives with me, single, or with her duly married husband. Countless husbands think they have fathered their son from their duly married wives while actually I’ve fathered them. I never broke their illusion.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār put her arms around my neck.
Then she kissed me full on my lips.
“You don’t know what you’ve given to me. I can lick your feet for that proudly forever.”
“Nonsense, we are friends as you say, and friends are equal.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed me back.
I managed to fall on my back safely.
Immensely indebted, Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed me herself.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has married again. He thinks Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would never destroy him. I would never destroy him. He never imposed himself on either of us. He’d never be deceived. I hoped his Mexican divorce with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would be good. I wanted to find out something about it.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed herself too.
“I’ll look into his Mexican divorce. Where is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s first wife?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār straddled me.
She positioned my Uncut Hindu Cock between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and smiled at me mischievously.
“Want to fuck Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb too?”
“Why not? If she lets me.”
“She is here, in the city somewhere, but where? I don’t know. She telephoned Al Nādir Al Ghāzī from a pay station.”
“Pay station? Not from her mobile even?”
“She isn’t a fool enough to give Al Nādir Al Ghāzī any clue to her address.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has a lawyer?”
“She says she’s going to handle the property settlement by herself.”
“Doesn’t want to pay a lawyer’s fee?” I smiled.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was waiting for me to lift my waist up and enter her.
I didn’t.
I myself was enjoying the game of mutual teasing now.
“No,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said having my Uncut Hindu Cock between her labial lips only, not even rubbing it there, “she’s smarter than any two lawyers in the country. Present company excepted, of course. The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bitch is damned clever. She was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s secretary before he married her. Moreover, believe me, my dear Hindu ‘husband’ of mine, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is one of those extraordinary actually smart women that certainly know their way around when it comes to business—an actually smart woman.”
“I see. By the way, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s present wife—was she down at your office last night?”
“What?”
“I thought I saw a light up there,” I informed her gravely, “I was looking out of the window.”*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed herself on my rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
It entered her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
“I noticed light striking the upper landing of the fire escape. Your office is directly above mine.”
“That’s right.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “However, that isn’t anything unusual. My office is a media empire office. It’s open twenty four hours.”

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was engrossed in the document.
I advanced to the secretaire.
“I have perused the entire document once again, Durgesh.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī said gravely.
“I’ve too,” I said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hasn’t actually given his media empire to Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He has actually played a very clever game. He knew he couldn’t do what is required there. He got rid of it.”
“And challenged us in a way to do something to save it for Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He thinks even we can’t do anything.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb knows it?”
“I don’t think so. If she had she wouldn’t have playing the game she is playing now.”
“I love challenges, Al Hudā,”
“Are you telling me?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled, “I understand you now more. You never unsucceeded.”
“Until now,” I corrected her.
“Perhaps I have more faith in you than even you do have in yourself. We’ll again succeed, inshā’Allāh. I refuse to accept your correction.”
I hugged her, kissed and circled my arm around her slim waist.
“Thanks for boosting my morale.”
“You never did for yourself. You always did it for us Musalmān womankind. Didn’t you?”
I smiled patiently.
“Don’t get me wrong, Al Hudā. Womankind, yes. Yet, not always for Musalmān womankind only. I had to do it for my Brāhmañ wives too. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never cares to refer it in her speeches and talks. She tactically ignores it, to imply that I love you Musalmān Beauties only exclusively. Yet, it isn’t a fact, to be true exactly.”
“Nevertheless, mostly for us Musalmān Beauties, if not exclusively?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled looking at me anticipating my response in the affirmative.
I smiled.
“My Brāhmañ in laws are not as bad as my Musalmān in laws. The Brāhmañs were never militarized as Yazīd Malåūn and his bandit Mullahs and Maulavīs militarized the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“The Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs are luckier than us. Yet, how is it possible that Brāhmañs were never militarized if Lord Bhagvān Parashu Rām did his famous military campaigns against the Xatriýs, the descendants of the Bachhalyās twenty one times in twenty one Kalps, eras?”
“You are right. Sorry I forgot that.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
“You accept your mistakes immediately, don’t you?”
“The sooner we accept our mistake the sooner we are improved.”
“I’d try to remember it. I never admit I’m mistaken if I can manage it ever.”
“That’s nothing individual. Most of the humankind do it and delay their progress in evolution.”
“Allah,”
“That’s right,”
I walked toward the elaborately carved French armchair resting next to the Noor Jahān fruitwood game table.
I settled in the armchair.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me admiringly yet with a concern somewhat.
She didn’t try to come to me and sit on my lap as she always did.
“Worrying?” I smiled.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is playing some deep game we don’t even have any suspicion of,”
“Let him,”
“I never doubt your competence. Nevertheless, I’m not as optimistic of human beings as you are, Durgesh. Not even Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle is. He too criticizes you ruthlessly when he is filled against you to the brim,”
I smiled.
“I respect him.”
“You both have more faith in each other than in yourselves. The more Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle criticizes you openly for your ever impractical utopian humanity, the more his faith in you and your immense humanity increases.”
“He is an angel humanified.”
“Allah, you and your appreciation of him. No doubt Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Nafīsah Salmān Kħālājān can’t bear it ever.”
I laughed.

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī immediately entered in the subject.
“His Abbū was very much cautious when he instructed me to prepare the testament. He wanted you but you were too busy in defending the life of some framed ones that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Abbū himself couldn’t insist on you any more. He had to compromise on me on your assurance that you promise to guide me always if there come any circumstances that would obstacle the fulfillment of his wishes.”
I didn’t say anything.
She was only forewording what I wanted to discuss with her.
Originally, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was one of my countless Salhajs, the countless Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives of the brothers of my Musalmān Live in Relationship partners.
Like most of them, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī didn’t have any complaints against her husband.
Yet, our companionship of most hours did not let her not to notice the unique attributes I had more than his own husband.
She fought her best not to fall in love with me as the other women did.
Nevertheless, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī couldn’t succeed.
She confided with her husband.
“I have to confess you something, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad.”
“I think I know,”
“What?”
“I’m not blind, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.”
“Sorry, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad. I failed to be your ever faithful wife.”
“I don’t think so,”
“What?”
“If you were not faithful to me, you could have surrendered to your heart and emotions already before discussing it with me. I don’t blame you.”
“Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad,”
“That’s what I said when we decided to come here.”
“Sorry, I thought Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī were feeling herself lonely and I hadn’t any confidence on Kħadījah Muħammad.”
“Do you want divorce?”
“That’s the problem I want to discuss with you.”
“What do you propose about our daughters? Sorry, even if I prepare myself to separate from you, I am unable to imagine even how I can live without my children.”
“That’s the problem with me too.”
“Our eldest daughter is only ten years old now. The second one seven, the third is five, the fourth is two years only. She needs you very much.”
“They all need me. I can’t do anything irresponsible ever that affects their development adversely. They need both the mother and father for their proper psychological development.”

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī controlled herself ultimately.
“Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, left him the bulk of his estate. He provided a trust for his daughters, granddaughters and his entire Musalmān houseladies related to him in any way. He gave the title to one of his seven hundred eighty six homes in various Islamic and other countries, to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s stepmother, Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid. Of his public holdings, the real estate wonder owned half the stock that he passed to his son, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid, of course, owned the other half always.”
I didn’t say anything.
I let Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī brief me.
I didn’t tell her that I myself had perused the entire document carefully before starting to discuss it with her.
I wanted to listen to her own version of the gist of the testament.
The second opinion always eliminated most of the possibilities of the individual mistakes.
That’s why the Democracy is always preferred on Autocracy.
No dictatorship ever as succeeded in the entire history of humankind as Democracy.
That’s why India has such a long history successfully while the other cultures have kept to rise and collapse in their due course.
India is famous for its Gañs, democratic states, Panchāyats.
The Rudrgañ even in the ancient times.
Islam, the last version of Vedic Monotheist Hinduism, is also famous for its Saħābiyāt, Saħābah and the fact that Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never announced his replacement in the administration.
The Ummat-e-Muslimah decided her leader, Siddīq-e-Åāzam razī Allāhu Tålā ånahu.
“The other seven hundred eighty five homes went to Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s sisters, daughters and his other Musalmān houseladies. There were some token bequests. Mainly, minor shares in the TV channels, magazines and syndicate—to some of the old timers who have been in his employ for years. A dozen bequests to various distant relatives.”
“Yet, the rest to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I smiled, “The ranches—”
“Just about everything is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s. The mines in Ved Nagar, Utah and Nevada. Oil wells in Rajasthan India, in Oklahoma and Texas. The chain of markets in Ved Nagar. The Ved Nagar real estate. The Ved Nagar merchant ships. The art works, except for a few he left to the Ved Nagar Museum.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī chuckled mischievously.
“Why the chuckle?” I myself smiled impishly.
“Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled naughtily, “Even Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, the Real Estate Wonder, could not mention her in his will.”

Chapter 7
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2. The Punishment to my Enemy:4,5,6,7 Ammījān and her son: Durgesh Suraiyā Jamāl

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam

The Everbest Wives: 39

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Durgesh

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Chapter 39

Durgesh Ghausiyah Imtiyāz
Mecca Fataħ

As Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stood in her bathroom toweling herself off, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz looked at her reflection in the mirror and thought to herself.
My athletic Hindu male body’s perfect, absolutely perfect even at my sixty five.
Wasn’t it a miracle?
Incredible?
Yes, but true.
It looks the best.
And so was her own athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body for a woman her age.
As Ghausiyah Imtiyāz rubbed the towel over her sensitive breasts and nipples Ghausiyah Imtiyāz paused a Moment.
“These, like some other parts could be a little firmer and perkier I guess,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz whispered to herself with a smile.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz left the bathroom without bothering to get dressed.
The hell with dressing.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz simply didn’t feel like it.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to be nude.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz went to the kitchen, made herself a cup of coffee, and stood at the sink, deep in thought, looking out at her lush garden.
It was a bright, clear day outside.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz took her coffee and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz went out into her garden.
As she meandered along the narrow stone pathway, she admired the neatly trimmed flowers and plants.
This part of the garden was protected by a stonewall that afforded complete privacy.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz used often to come out here in the nude.
It was one of her secrets!
One of the few benefits of living alone.

The sunshine was warm on her naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān skin.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt incredibly free.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz sat down on the small stone bench in the shade near the garden fountain thinking about what had happened and what was to come.
Her ambivalence was very strong.
Her father in law, a Hindu, is a grown man, a wonderful lover of beautiful Musalmān houseladies and the sex we’d had together was incredible.
Yet no matter how Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tried to turn it, I was still her father in law, a Hindu.

The soft sound of the water falling into the fountain was soothing and, strangely enough, it gave Ghausiyah Imtiyāz the feeling that somehow everything was going to be okay.
Not surprisingly, as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz thought about what happened in her father in law, a Hindu’s bed was making Ghausiyah Imtiyāz even more aroused.
Is that what entire Musalmān houseladies feel when they fuck a Hindu first?

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was not naïve.
Naturally, after we’d broken down some barriers and had sex things changed in a big way.
The one important part for Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was the feeling of release.
It was almost as if, someone finally opened a heavy door that had been closed for a long, long time within her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had forgotten just how powerful it felt to have a man between her legs and feeling her filling every inch of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot as I fucked her and that same man using every ounce of her strength to give her pleasure.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was surprised that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had hidden so many of her own desires such as the feelings of having a man’s naked body on herself and feeling his hot breath on her neck and shoulders as I fucked Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.

It was easier to think of her father in law, a Hindu, as simply a strong young man who was making love to the Musalmān woman in Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
One of the things that stuck in her mind so tenaciously was the way that I would softly whisper in her ear telling her what I felt , describing what was happening in the most explicit way as I fucked Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.

It was vulgar, it was erotic, it was full of passion, yet Ghausiyah Imtiyāz loved it.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hadn’t realized how deeply erotic it was to hear my breathless whispers, my lips close to her ear, telling her what I was doing to Ghausiyah Imtiyāz at every Moment.
In addition, how good and powerful I make Ghausiyah Imtiyāz feel as my athletic Hindu male body, especially her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot, responds to my deep and powerful Hindu thrusts into her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī female body.

After we had sex that first time, it was as if an emotional floodgate had opened in each of us for different reasons.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t realize how deeply we needed each other at the time.
There were many brief Moments when Ghausiyah Imtiyāz forgot that, I was Durgesh, her father in law, a Hindu.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz admitted that it was because Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t want to face any of it at that Moment.
What was important was that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt desired and young.
At the same time, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt somewhat sad that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had missed so much sex over the years, while this Anant Muslimātchod Hindu was always available to her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t remember a time in her life where Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had felt so free about sex and sharing pleasure with a man.
Moreover, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz thought Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to try and bring back all that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had missed over the years.

A gentle, warm breeze came up and softly ruffled the leaves on the grass near her feet.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz took a sip of her coffee and watched a hummingbird hover near the top of the fountain before darting off across the garden.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was a little saddened that it took her father in law, a Hindu, to unlock within Ghausiyah Imtiyāz what my Musalmān stepson never could.

Now, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted us to explore sex together, to learn and especially to be unafraid to try new and different things together without any feelings of guilt or embarrassment.
She was afraid of what we were sharing wouldn’t last forever.

And, when that day finally came, the sex and intimacy that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz and I shared would then become a deeply held secret between us.
And what we shared would be a pleasant memory of a shared love just between a Hindu man and a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman who, in a short period in their lives, simply needed each other.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stood up from the bench and stepped into the warm sunlight again.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz paused a Moment before reluctantly going back into the house.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz needed to get dressed just in case her father in law, a Hindu, might bring some of her friends home when I returned.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz honestly hoped that I would come home alone.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz put on a pair of tight fitting jeans, a loose fitting white cotton blouse, and her sandals.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t bother putting on her panties or bra.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz went into her bathroom, put on a little make-up, and brushed out her hair before Ghausiyah Imtiyāz puttered around the house with little chores that kept her busy.
Early in the afternoon Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was sitting at her computer in her home office working on a short story when Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard the front door open and her father in law, a Hindu, come in.
Suddenly, and for no apparent reason Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt a wave of panic come over her and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz sat unmoving in her chair.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could feel her heart beating in her chest.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard my footsteps coming down the hallway.

What if none of it actually happened, what if it wasn’t real? Was the thought that flooded her mind. What if—”
“Hey, there you are,” her father in law, a Hindu, said as I came to the door.
“How was the fishing,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz asked trying to sound normal.
“Pretty bad,” I said with a laugh, “It was really just a good excuse for us Hindu guys to sit in a boat on the lake, drink juice/beer and talk about beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women.”

“I hope you didn’t tell everything,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said with a weak laugh, immediately wishing Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hadn’t said it.
I looked at Ghausiyah Imtiyāz with a smile as I said,
“Certainly not. Not a chance…not that. How are you doing, darling?”

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz knew my question really meant how was Ghausiyah Imtiyāz doing after what happened the night before.
“I’m doing fine…absolutely fine,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz answered honestly.
“Yeah, me too,” I said with a warm smile. “I better get a shower…Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, my immensely beautiful Bahū Bégum cum wife, I really need it.” I paused as I looked directly into her beautiful Musalmān eyes and said, “Would you like to join me, my love?”
My words jolted Ghausiyah Imtiyāz and her stomach tightened.
Moreover, a thrill went through her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body and all Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could do was nod.
Our eyes held for a Moment before I turned and went toward the bathroom.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard me turn on the shower and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz still hadn’t moved from her chair.
A minute or so later, I appeared at the door and I was completely nude.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was hard and standing straight out from my athletic Hindu male body pulsing every few seconds as I looked at Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
The dark pink head was almost completely emerged from the Hindu foreskin that surrounded it, the unique specialty of Hindus Musalmān womankind were obsessed with, and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could see a pinpoint of light reflecting off of the precum that oozed from the tip of my handsome legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Water’s ready if you are, darling.” I said with a smile.
“I’m ready,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz mumbled softly.
She couldn’t believe I was taking it all so normally.
Why the hell couldn’t Ghausiyah Imtiyāz herself?*

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stood up and unbuttoned her jeans.
Slowly she started to slip them down over her hips as I watched Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hesitated for a brief Moment before slowly exposing her hair-covered throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot to my absolutely shameless boldest Hindu male gaze.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund jerked with a normal spasm of anticipation as I let out a soft groan of desire.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz let her jeans fall to her ankles and stepped out of them as I unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor behind me.
I came toward Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, put my arms around her and pulled Ghausiyah Imtiyāz against my naked Hindu male body.
As her lips found mine and we kissed deeply, our tongues were gently dueling in passion.
Her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body felt hyper-sensitive to my touch, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt as if Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was ready to have another orgasm from nothing more than just my touch on her bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān skin.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard herself moaning as we stood there holding each other.
“Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I could hardly wait until I could get off of that damned boat,” I whispered as I kissed her neck. “All I could think, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, about was getting back here as soon as possible. Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, darling, I kept worrying that you might have changed your mind or had second thoughts about what we did.”
“I was worried the same about you,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said.

We broke off our embrace and went into the bathroom where I stepped into the hot shower first and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz followed behind me.
My handsome legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund brushed across her extremely beautiful, heavy, gorgeous, glamorous, perfectly round, athletic, firm, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass, as I closed the sliding shower door.
It was all Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could do to keep from dropping to her Musalmān knees and taking my handsome legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her mouth.

I soaped her back and shoulders before bringing my hands around and spreading the white lather on her immensely erect ardent Musalmān breasts.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt as if her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body was completely mine to do with what I wanted.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz turned to face me and we kissed as I trailed the lather down over her abdomen to her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and around to her extremely beautiful, heavy, gorgeous, glamorous, perfectly round, athletic, firm, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
Her movements were slow and highly erotic.
Our bodies pressed and brushed each other’s.
Naked Stavak Hindu male flesh against naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān flesh.
Her heart was pounding with excitement and anticipation of what was to come.
“I’ll do anything you want, my athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body is yours to enjoy,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said to me as I held my arms around Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
She was getting her self-confidence back eventually, though rather slowly somewhat.

The last of the soap lather had rinsed off of our bodies as we still stood under the shower nozzle embraced in deep French kissing.
Her father in law, a Hindu, was again fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with my Uncut Hindu Lund inserted into her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pulled it out boldly and held my handsome legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stroked it and was amazed at how hot it felt to her touch.
“Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law, are you ready to go into the bedroom and fuck?” I whispered in her ear.

The pure sensual vulgarity of my question turned Ghausiyah Imtiyāz on even more and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wondered how I knew her secret?
How I knew that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz loved erotic, vulgar talk during sex, even if it was incestuous?
Allah, how Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hated her immensely incompetent Musalmān husband.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to punish and humiliate him preferring an older Hindu, his own Hindu father, on him.
Wasn’t it more humiliating for the bastard?
Then it dawned on Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.

If I’d actually hidden in her closet watching Ghausiyah Imtiyāz as she masturbated, I would certainly know about her secret lust for erotic talk during sex!
Yes, when she masturbated Ghausiyah Imtiyāz fantasized about me fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and she used vulgar and erotic language to heighten the experience.

We stepped out of the shower and took turns drying each other off which, naturally leading to another bout of sensuous kissing; our tongues attacking each other’s with erotic intensity as our bodies pressed tightly against each other’s.
It was a powerful level of passion that, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hadn’t felt in years.
Moreover, it intoxicated her with her own desire.

I took Ghausiyah Imtiyāz by the hand and led her down the hall to her bedroom where I gently, but firmly, urged Ghausiyah Imtiyāz onto her bed.
As Ghausiyah Imtiyāz lay on her back Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pulled her thighs up toward her chest and spread them apart exposing her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot to me in a lewd invitation to do with her as I wanted.
“Fuck me, Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pleaded with a whisper. “Fuck me and fill me with your hard Anant Muslimātchod Hindu manhood!”

I got on the bed and knelt between her legs facing Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
I hesitated as my gaze seemed to be locked on the sight of her exposed, wet Musalmān Choot, almost as if seeing it for the first time.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was only inches from the entrance of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was impatient to feel it inside her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz slipped her hand down her belly and ran her fingers over her clitoris several times before she used two fingers to spread her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot lips apart, exposing the very entrance of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān womanhood to me.
“Fuck me,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pleaded again.
“Yes Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law, I am going to fuck you now,” I said softly. “I am going to slide my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into your sweet throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and fuck you as long and as hard as you want!”

The sexy words out of my mouth electrified Ghausiyah Imtiyāz as I leaned my athletic Hindu body forward placing my arms on both sides of her shoulders.
Her face was only inches from mine when Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my handsome legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund come in contact with her wet throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot lips causing her to cry out softly.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my hot breath on her neck as my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund pressed even harder on the lips at the entrance of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Suddenly her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lips yielded, allowing my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund to rush into Ghausiyah Imtiyāz and filling her sensitive throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with my hard Hindu tool.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hesitated a Moment and kissed me on my lips before I began fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with a steady rhythm of sexual pleasure and desire.
All Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could do was to whisper softly each time my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund filled her and there was no doubt that a powerful orgasm was building deep inside her.
“How many men have been in your beautiful Musalmān cunt before me…fucking you like I’m fucking you now,” I asked breathlessly.

My question sent a jolt of intense eroticism through her whole athletic Musalmān body.
“How many men have enjoyed fucking you?”
“Only one, your ever incompetent ever stupid Musalmān stepson…it’s…it’s been a long time,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stammered honestly.
“How many men before me have left their cum deep inside your sweet Musalmān cunt as they sucked on your tits?” I asked as I stroked my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund even deeper into her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz realized that I not only knew her secret passion of vulgar talk during sex but she loved it too!

“Only one, your ever incompetent ever stupid Musalmān stepson had fucked me,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz smiled boldly somewhat. “Fucked me in the same hole you’re fucking my throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot in right now,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz groaned. “How many young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls have felt your legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund inside their tight Musalmān cunts,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz managed to ask as I began fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot harder.
Her words clearly aroused me and that even turned me on even more.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund continued to thrust into Ghausiyah Imtiyāz aggressively…and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted more.

“I’ve fucked a countless of young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls with tight Musalmān pussies but none of them had a beautiful Musalmān cunt like yours, recently.” I said. I paused before adding, “There’s so much I want to do with you, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz. So many ways Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I want to have sex and fuck you!”

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was in total ecstasy and felt as if Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had no control on her own body.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could feel her first orgasm on the verge of exploding inside her and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could neither slow it down or hold it back, it would do what it wanted…taking control when it was ready.
“You’re such a good fuck Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law,” I panted as I kept fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot. “Do you realize that I am fucking you at this very minute? Do you realize that your Anant Muslimātchod Hindu is fucking your throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and is almost ready to cum deepest inside you just like I did last night?”
“Yes,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz cried out, “Fuck me! Fuck me harder than your Musalmān stepson ever could!”
That was all it took for her orgasm to slam inside her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard herself crying-out as her whole Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body tightened before jolting hard with the power of her orgasm.
Her father in law, a Hindu, was fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with rapid strokes when suddenly Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could tell by the look in her eyes that I was starting to cum too.

“Fuck Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law, fuck my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund!”
Our bodies were slamming together as I uttered, “Yes, oh Fuck! Fuck! Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I’m cuming inside you! I am ─ NOW!”
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund shudder as it began spewing my hot Hindu cum inside her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz let out a loud groan as I kept pumping her, ejaculate, into the dark depths of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz moaned loudly and clutched the strong muscles of my back with her fingers as I emptied the contents of my Hindu balls into her tight Musalmān hole.
Her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot, in fact her whole Musalmān body, continued to spasm lewdly with each Hindu stroke of my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund that went especially deeply inside Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
Undoubtedly, this was the most intense fuck Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had ever had, even more intense than when we’d fucked the night before.

We began fucking slower until we stopped completely, our bodies satisfied for the moment.
I was still lying on Ghausiyah Imtiyāz as we kissed.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund didn’t soften nor slipped from the grasp of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
I didn’t move over and lay on her still now.
We lay facing each other.
We spoke in soft terms, fondled, touched, and caressed each other in the afterglow of intensely satisfying sex.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was curious about something and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to ask me a question that had been in her mind since the first time Ghausiyah Imtiyāz fucked me the night before.
“Where did you ever learn how to make love like that? Your stepson never made love to me like that. It’s not something you learn from a book or the internet,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said.

“You countless Musalmān houseladies.

“What?”

“Not what,” I said. “Definitely.”

My professor of Årabic Literature of the nineteenth Century taught me about making love to a Musalmān woman specifically.
I had had several Musalmān girlfriends in college and they were, well, like me, young and ready but not very experienced.
The professor was very different.
she was a divorced, mature Musalmān woman in her fifties and clearly the most sensuous and sexual Musalmān woman I’ve ever met until then.
Her name was Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb and I saw her as often as I could ─several times a week.
It wasn’t uncommon that we’d spent an entire weekend in bed together.
Almost nothing was considered off-limits to her as long as it pertained to sex.
She taught me a lot about Musalmān women and sex,” I added.

“What happened?” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz asked.

“Nothing,” I laughed. “Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, darling, I still see her occasionally.”

I leaned forward and began caressing her immensely erect ardent Musalmān breast with my hand as I looked deeply into her eyes.
My fingers lightly circled her areola causing her nipples to come erect; perfect for kissing on.
Her warm tongue stroked and teased me sending a warm and erotic feeling through my whole body.
Suddenly Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund beginning to become erect and press inside her Musalmān Choot and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz knew we were going to fuck again.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could feel herself slipping into a state of deep, all-consuming, sexual desire as I kissed her immensely erect ardent Musalmān breast.
Nevertheless, before that happened, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz struggled to keep a clear head.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz managed to tell me that we needed to talk about some things ─ important things about what we were doing.
I stopped kissing on her nipples and looked up and into her eyes.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that later,” I said softly as her hand moved up between her thighs, stopping at her wet, freshly fucked throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Her fingers parted her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot lips and found her clitoris and I began to softly stroke it.
Then Ghausiyah Imtiyāz lifted her upper leg and placed it over my hip giving me complete access to her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body once again.
“Fuck me, Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, ” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz whispered. “We’ll talk later…just fuck me!”

Chapter 40
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The Everbest Wives

Durgesh

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Chapter 37

Durgesh Ghausiyah Imtiyāz
Mecca Fataħ

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was awakened when she heard me come in the house.
It was a little after two a.m. in the morning.
She guessed that I was still not exhausted from my night on the town with my extremely beautiful Musalmān lady friends.
What a man!
He fucked beautiful Musalmān ladies almost 24x7x365, yet he was never exhausted.
A sincere admiration for me, she felt rising inadvertently in her heart and mind.
So many Muslims thought this man was anti Muslim, but whenever they actually came in his contact, they never found anyone a better friend, philosopher and guide than Durgesh.
And that was what that really counts.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard me turn on the shower and the shower door close with a heavy thud.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tried to go back to sleep but she couldn’t.
Durgesh was irresistible.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz listened to the shower running for a long time and she became concerned since Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t hear any other sounds.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz got out of bed to go and make sure that everything was alright.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tapped on the bathroom door several times but there was no response.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tried the door.
It was unlocked.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz went in.
She could see me seated on the tile bench at the rear of the shower stall.
I was leaning against the wall.
I was either asleep or passed out.
The shower was spraying down on me.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t help but notice how handsome I was.
Still at my sixty five, my athletic Hindu male body was amazingly muscular.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz sucked in her breath as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz looked at my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund . Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was immediately embarrassed ─ as my Bahoo Bégum, my daughter in law, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz shouldn’t be looking, but Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t help it.
It was in a flaccid state lying over on my Hindu thigh yet it still looked to be at least eight inches long.
Allah!
Måshā Allah!
Subħān Allah!
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz never thought of it before.
Even when her husband, Muħammad Jalīl, Muħammad Zalīl actually, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz’s eyes burned contemptuously, divorced Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, Durgesh never told Ghausiyah Imtiyāz to leave his stepson’s house.
Instead, Durgesh fought her case in court and compelled Muħammad Jalīl legally to leave everything to Ghausiyah Imtiyāz and leave the house himself.
As Ghausiyah Imtiyāz remembered, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund was much longer, very much longer, even than her Zalīl husband’s Cut Musalmān nūnī.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz turned off the shower and tried to wrap a towel around my waist as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz dried me off.
I started to come out of it a little, at least enough to barely understand and move for Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
Some horny Musalmān houseladies must again have drugged her Hindu father in law Durgesh to enjoy sex with him, if he hadn’t conceded.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to get me to my bed.
She urged me to stand and put her arm over my shoulder.
As I stood up, the towel fell away exposing my extremely attractive legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund to Ghausiyah Imtiyāz once more.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tried, without luck, not to look.

It was a struggle but Ghausiyah Imtiyāz managed to make it to my bedroom.
As we got to the side of the bed, I slipped from her grasp and fell half-on and half-off the bed.
When I fell, my hand grabbed the sheer material of her sexiest nightgown.
I ripped the front of it completely open and pulled Ghausiyah Imtiyāz down on top of me in the process.

It happened so fast it surprised her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could feel my warm Hindu male body and damp my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund on her belly as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tried to get my feet under me and stand up.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pulled her nightgown together, the best that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could, as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz looked down on me.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was embarrassed until Ghausiyah Imtiyāz realized that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was the only one that knew what had just happened.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz lifted my legs to get me on the bed more and, as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz did, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t help but stare at my entirely incredible Hindu manhood.
It had been a long time…years in fact since the last time that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had seen a Lund.
Yet, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had never seen one this much attractive.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t take her eyes off of it.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stood next to the bed.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to touch it but had to remind herself that this was Durgesh, her father in law, a Hindu, and it was a crazy idea.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz turned toward the bedroom door.
Yet before leaving the room, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stopped to take one more look.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t know what came over her, but Ghausiyah Imtiyāz thought to herself, no one would ever know what happened!

Her lust, her desires, and her years of frustration seemed to boil over in Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz walked back to the edge of the bed, slipped off her torn nightgown, and let it drop to the floor.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was in a sort-of Momentary sexual fantasy.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz cupped her right breast with her left hand and gently massaged it.
Then Ghausiyah Imtiyāz reached out with her other hand and gently let her fingers wrap around the flaccid shaft of her father in law, a Hindu’s legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was warm and smooth and yet it felt full of life.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz glanced up at her father in law, a Hindu’s face and could see that I hadn’t moved.
Her legs were trembling and feeling a little weak.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz sat on the edge of the bed next to me fondling my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t know why Ghausiyah Imtiyāz did it, other than all the years without sex overwhelming Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz very gently, and slowly, let her fingers stroke my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tried to remember the last time she’d felt a Lund in her vagina and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz kept glancing at her father in law, a Hindu, to make sure I didn’t start to wake up, or come-to and catch Ghausiyah Imtiyāz fondling my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
Suddenly Ghausiyah Imtiyāz realized that my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was getting hard under her touch.
She felt her stomach tighten with desire and a little fear.
Her hand slipped from her breast and travelled down my athletic Hindu male body to her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had to keep from crying out as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz started to rub her clitoris with my fingers.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was amazed at how wet her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot was.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could feel her own moisture seeping from her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz desperately needed to be fucked but Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had to be content with what Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had ─ one of her vibrators.

Her father in law’s, a Hindu’s legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was hard.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had gently pushed the Hindu foreskin down exposing the pink, swollen Hindu head.
There were long strings of clear Hindu pre-cum that had oozed out of my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund and stuck to her hand.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tried to imagine what it would feel like to have my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund that attractive fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz glanced at her father in law, a Hindu, and could see no change.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz suddenly had a crazy thought.
Could Ghausiyah Imtiyāz suck on it without me knowing?
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t believe that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was even considering it.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz knew Ghausiyah Imtiyāz should leave my room and go back to bed, but Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was paralyzed by years of repressed sexual desire that had been building up inside Ghausiyah Imtiyāz and were finally coming out.
No one would ever know.
No one would ever know.
No one would ever know.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz kept thinking to herself.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could suck on it for just a Moment then Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could go back to her bedroom and masturbate with her vibrator, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz told herself.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz leaned forward and held my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund gently.
As Ghausiyah Imtiyāz slipped her lips over the swollen Hindu head, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could taste the silky pre-cum.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz moved slowly up and down the hard shaft.
She knew Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was pushing her luck and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz should go back to her bedroom.
Just as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was about to stop she felt my hand on the back of her head forcing Ghausiyah Imtiyāz further down on my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz completely panicked and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz struggled to get up but my hand kept Ghausiyah Imtiyāz there.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my other hand grip her immensely erect ardent Musalmān breast and massage them, as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz fucked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was in an awkward position but she managed to struggle free.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stood up next to the bed looking at me.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was so embarrassed Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t know what to do.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to run back to her room and yet Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t move.
“I’m sorry,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stammered. “I don’t know what happened, I just…”

I reached for her beautiful Musalmān wrist, pulled Ghausiyah Imtiyāz back onto the bed and said,
“Don’t worry, Don’t try to explain, just Don’t stop.”

“No,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said in a mild panic. “I’m really sorry…I should go…I shouldn’t have…”

“Stop,” I said as I pulled Ghausiyah Imtiyāz closer to me.
My genuine smile made Ghausiyah Imtiyāz relax a tiny bit as I said,
“There’s no one here but you and me and whatever happens is just between us…it’s nobody’s business, what happens in this house, it’s our secret. Some horniest Musalmān houseladies drugged me unknowingly a little too much tonight but Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I can still do what you’ve always wanted to do with me. Don’t worry. I am not angry. I understand. It’s all right. You’ve already succeeded in swallowing and sucking my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund. Haven’t you?”
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was immensely frightened now.
She knew how I hated incest.
I had still not forgiven Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan even.
I had still not forgiven my step Ammīs, stepsisters, stepdaughters etcetera for their incestuous activities with me, despite they were now my Live In Relationship Partners even.
I never treated them harshly for it.
Yet never forgave even.
I had adjusted, compromised, yet never surrendered, never approved of it.

I paused before I continued.
“For years I’ve laid here in my bed listening to you masturbating. You thought, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I was asleep…but many times, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I wasn’t. Most of the time I was fucking your beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends even ─ and you never knew it.”
I paused.
Then continued.
“Occasionally, over the past couple of years, I know you were even hidden in the closets in my room a few times and watched lying us on my bed with your Musalmān ladyfriends, working on your sweet looking pussy. All you ever wanted me was to be the man between your legs that was fucking you. After I was asleep, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I know you would sneak out of my room. And when Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, you were in your own bed, you would finger-off as you used to try to imagine what it would feel like to you to fuck me.”

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t know what to say as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz sat on the edge of the bed looking at me.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz never knew I knew she felt that way about me.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz put her hand on her thigh and rubbed it gently.
The tips of her fingers were only inches from her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and, without realizing it; Ghausiyah Imtiyāz spread her legs slightly as we looked into each other’s eyes.

I gently moved my hand between her legs as my finger brushed against her swollen clitoris and any measure of resistance Ghausiyah Imtiyāz might have, had melted away.
Her knees were weak and her lower belly ached with desire ─ the desire in the pit of her stomach that every, deeply aroused woman, knows.
The desire that can only be satisfied by having strong and passionate sex with a man.

All the years that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz went without sex had finally surfaced in her and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz simply had no more willpower.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz ached to feel my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot, holding me, feeling my hot breath on her neck as I plunged myself in and out of her…whispering erotic things in her ear as my arms encircled Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.

Even if I was her own father in law, a Hindu,…for this one time…it was right and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz simply couldn’t resist any longer.
I firmly pulled Ghausiyah Imtiyāz up on my bed so that we were side by side.
I continued to run a warm hand over her naked Musalmān thighs, each time working closer to her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Finally, I was gently running my fingers through her pubic hair.
Her breath was heavy with desire.
With my hand, I finally urged Ghausiyah Imtiyāz to spread her thighs completely apart, a clear act of her submission of her athletic Musalmān body to me as her man.
With a handsome smile, I looked deep into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī naughty Musalmān eyes as I moved my athletic Hindu male body on top of Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz put her arms on my back and closed her eyes.
Suddenly Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could feel the head of my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund searching for the opening of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Wanting to savor every Moment, her total focus was my athletic Hindu male body between her spread Musalmān legs.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my swollen Hindu manhood as it parted her fleshy Panjvaqtah Namāzī quivering Musalmān lips and began gently to invade her hungry throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
It had been a long time since a man’s organ had entered her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was tight.
For a brief Moment, it was a little unpleasant as my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund entered Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
About halfway into her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot the feeling was thrilling beyond explanation.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz confessed, it reminded her of the night so many years ago that she’d lost her virginity to my stepson.

Her father in law, a Hindu, began to fuck Ghausiyah Imtiyāz slowly at first.
Her discomfort vanished very quickly, being replaced with the small waves of pleasure that my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund entering and withdrawing from her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot brought.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wondered how Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could have done without this feeling for so long.
It seemed so ironic that the last man’s organ Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had in her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot was the stepson of the very man that was fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot now.

It’s difficult to express the jumble of emotions that were surging through Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, as her father in law, a Hindu, fucked her.
I felt as if I needed to make up all that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had missed over the years.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz watched her father in law, a Hindu’s face as we fucked and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz listened to my heavy breathing and soft moans as my athletic Hindu male body and her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot gave her undescriptive ashvinātam pleasure.

“Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law, you’re such a good fuck!” I whispered in her ear.
My words sent a small shockwave through her as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz remembered how, long ago, my stepson loved to talk sexy to her as they fucked.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz remembered that the harder I fucked her the sexier my words got.

“Yes, tell me more,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz groaned.

“Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, love the feeling of my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in your beautiful, hot pussy!” I said softly. “Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I love fucking your naked extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān body and most of all, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I love the feeling of being on the verge of cuming and emptying my swollen Hindu balls in your hot wet throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot!”

My words were so thrilling that all Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could do was cry out loudly.
Our tempo began to increase and I was driving my hard my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund deeper into her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with my each Hindu stroke.

“Can you feel my hard legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund filling you completely?”

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz nodded as another moan of pleasure escaped from her lips.

“Did you really hide and watch me fuck your extremely beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends ?” I smiled.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz whispered.
“Yes, I was extremely jealous of them. I wanted to replace them myself.”
I smiled.
“You confess?”
“Oh yes, fuck me hard Durgesh!” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard herself pleading with me. “Fuck me hard! Fuck your Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law’s throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and cum deepest inside me! There’s so you’re your Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wants to do! I’ve missed sex for so long,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said.

Her father in law, a Hindu, was hammering her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with hard, deep, delicious Hindu strokes.
All Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could do was thrust her hips back at me…to help to take me as deeply inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could.

“Were you really passed out in the shower…or…or was all of this part of your plan to fuck me too?” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz whispered.

I looked down at her, smiled, and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz knew the answer by the look on my face.
“Thank you,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was suddenly tearful, “Thank you very much for honoring my needs in such a respectful manner to me. I was in vain afraid of you. You are very kind actually to us Musalmān houseladies ravenous for you.”
I didn’t say I knew Ghausiyah Imtiyāz deliberately compelled her husband, my Musalmān stepson, to divorce her.
He didn’t have another option.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had indirectly even threatened him that if he wouldn’t divorce her, she’d cuckold him to her Hindu stepfather and herself.
There wasn’t any use of it now.

Suddenly, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was on the verge of losing all control to her orgasm.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was almost ready to go over the top.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could hear herself crying and moaning from the intense pleasure that she knew was about to explode inside her.
Her own sexual tension was stronger than Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could ever remember feeling in her life.
We kept fucking each other until Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard me groan loudly.

“Oh Eīshān!! Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law, damn it! I’m finally fucking you and I’m cuming…NOW!”
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard me moan and she felt my athletic Hindu male body shudder.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund started ejaculating wildly inside her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
With the first spurt of my hot Hindu cum her abdominal muscles contracted as her own orgasm overtook Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
It was one of the most intense orgasms that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had ever had and it seemed to last longer than any one previously Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could remember.
The waves of pleasure continued inside Ghausiyah Imtiyāz as we remained in the same position.
I fucked Ghausiyah Imtiyāz slowly and caught my breath.
In the gentle aftermath of her orgasm each time my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund would spasm, it would trigger another mild orgasm in her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had never been fucked like that before.
Durgesh was really irreplaceable, as her beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends reported to her.
“Durgesh is the ever best Musalmān Beauties fucker, beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker Hindu.” They praised Durgesh open heartedly.

We fucked once more before we fell asleep and stayed in bed together for the rest of the night.
In the morning Ghausiyah Imtiyāz awoke first and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz remember lying in bed just looking at me as I slept.
Yes, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was conflicted by what had happened and it became obvious that we both wanted more and were willing to deal with any conflict.

Her father in law, a Hindu, and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz taught each other so much.
We explored together, we experimented in our sexuality, and we even boldly stretched the boundaries at times.
I showed her new and very erotic things that I learned from some of the other Musalmān women I dated and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz showed me things she’d learned from what limited experiences she’d had.
What was the most wonderful part of it all was that we explored our sexuality together.*

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz awoke with a start and looked around the room.
It took Ghausiyah Imtiyāz a few seconds to realize that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was in her father in law, a Hindu’s room, in my bed and not in her own.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stirred slightly and knew that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was alone in the bed.
A heavy silence filled the room as her mind went over what had happened the night before in this very bed.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz took in a sharp breath and her abdomen tightened as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz vividly remembered that her father in law, a Hindu, fucked her.
Parts of it didn’t seem real and yet, as her mind became clearer it was all very real.

With a soft groan, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pulled the covers back and sat up on the edge of the bed for a Moment.
There was a handwritten note on the bedside table that simply said:
‘Gone fishing, be back later.’
She’d forgotten that her father in law told Ghausiyah Imtiyāz that he and a couple of his best friends were going fishing early this morning.
As Ghausiyah Imtiyāz sat there idly looking at the note Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t help thinking that what had happened the night before was some sort of dream or wish.

At that Moment Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt a small amount of fluid beginning to seep out of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and onto the inside of her thigh, and there was no doubt that what had happened was very real.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stood up on unsteady legs and walked to the bathroom.
when Ghausiyah Imtiyāz looked in the mirror Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was surprised at how disheveled her hair was and there was no trace of her make-up left.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz took a long hot shower, simply standing there letting the water run over her naked Musalmān body, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz thought about what had happened.
Again, some of it didn’t seem real but her tender throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot was proof that it wasn’t just a dream.
Durgesh had really fucked his Bahoo Bégum, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, doubtlessly.
Well, that’s very good.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz picked up her mobile.
“Hey, Farīdah Imām, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz here. Mecca Fataħ!”

Chapter 38
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