Ved Nagar: 43

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Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 43

Durgesh Imām Muħammad Ħasan

Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me gravely.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know why I am against Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“Never, Abbū Imām, never.” I said with profound gravity myself, “I am vowed to establish actual Democracy everywhere because that’s what Hinduism/Ved, True Islam, Christianity, every religion originally wanted to establish, until its selfish followers hadn’t distorted it.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me somewhat fascinated.
“Yet,” I said, “I want to know who will furnish the difference of opinion this afternoon.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb sometimes requires a little more explanation than some of the others. He’s intensely practical. You know all of them personally yourself, don’t you?”
“Sure,” I smiled, “I know all of them personally myself. But their behaviour with me is not necessary to be their behaviour in the directors’ meeting of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.”
“You are right. Sorry, I forgot.”
“Never mind. I can’t afford to forget it.” I said, “Ǻlī Al Wahāb? Hardheaded?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me scrutinizing.
How shrewdest, how resourceful this Hindu son in law of him is!
What a pride!
He respects Imām Muħammad Ħasan even more than Imām Muħammad Ħasan respects himself.
He is only the Mayor of Ved Nagar ostensibly.
However, Ved Nagar isn’t confined to India only.
The boundaries of Ved Nagar are actually infinite.
The whole Param Vyom, the whole Absolute Space even, comes under Ved Nagar.
However, it doesn’t come under India.
“Hardheaded?” I repeated my question.
“You might call it that.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan answered me at length.
“And who is opposed to Ǻlī Al Wahāb?”
“No one. No one at all.”
“But Ǻlī Al Wahāb does occasionally express himself as having what you have just referred to as a difference of opinion?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me gravely.
“Sure.”
“With whom does Ǻlī Al Wahāb usually differ?”
“Well, of course,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said, “wherever there are strong personalities there is an inescapable tendency for different viewpoints to clash.”
I nodded smiling niftily.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me watchful, vigilant.
He wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing.
Durgesh was too deep for Imām Muħammad Ħasan too.
In fact, even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan admits to Imām Muħammad Ħasan in privacy with her Abbū Imām, Durgesh is too deep for her too.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan went on,
Ůsmān bin Åffān is, in many ways, temperamentally opposed to Ǻlī Al Wahāb, and they are two largest stockholders after me and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.”
“Who else is on the board?”
Imām Ůmar Fārūq.”
“I see.”
“My son, I want you to understand clearly before you make the deal with me that, my stock you are purchasing from me, does not represent a controlling interest in the corporation. Not by any manner of means. You have to purchase my entire stock for it that I’m not even authorized to sell even to anyone under the bylaws of the corporation.”
“Abbū Imām,” I smiled gracefully, “you’ve told me that already. Please try not to repeat what you have already told me.”
“Sorry, I felt it my duty to remind you it once more.”
“It’s alright. It’s crystal clear. You are the president but these other people too have large holdings.”
“That’s right.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled in the manner he was clearly relieved now.
“I understand. Never mind. Nevertheless, isn’t it a fact that if I vote with one of the other large blocks of stock, it does make a controlling interest?”*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan looked at me, still trying to understand what I was actually after.
“Well, yes and no.”
“What do you mean?” I asked smiling unwearyingly.
“Well, it’s rather difficult to work out a combination of that sort because the situation varies from time to time and person to person. There are essentially no differences of opinion except on minor matters. We are engaged in a constructive real estate development on Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands for Hindus and Musalmān Beauties who hate Pseudo Musalmīn and love Hindus. The problem is their relatives also come to the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands with them.”
“Relatives? What the hell can they do? They don’t own any real estate there.”
“They help each other.”
“So what?”
“The Brāhmañ and Savarñā wives of Hindus hate their Musalmān co wives.”
“They are free to divorce their Hindu husbands if they can’t adjust with their Musalmān co wives, aren’t they?”
“Sure, it’s the law.”
“Then?”
“Try to understand, my son. The law and practice differ practically.”*

Chapter 44
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Ved Nagar: 42

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Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 42

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Bābarah Åālamgīr

Durgesh Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī
Durgesh Kħālidah Naåīm
Durgesh Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed at Bābarah Åālamgīr.
“Stupid.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr grimaced.
She couldn’t digest Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s comment.
“I don’t think so.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said unappreciatively.
Durgesh fucked you in trance? Hahaha.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed once more, “And you claim to be a successful journalist.”
“Stop ridiculing me.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said angrily, “Only because you are utmost successful young Musalmān Beauty now, you don’t have implied authority to ridicule the other successful young Musalmān Beauties.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
Bābarah Åālamgīr didn’t know what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan did.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan knew why Durgesh was so faithful to mature Musalmān Beauties aged enough to be his Ammīs even.
“Durgesh learned his practical sex from mature Musalmān Beauties aged enough to be his Ammīs even.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Bābarah Åālamgīr, “It was immensely problematic for me to make him to make love to us teenagers, twenties and early thirties Musalmān Beauties. Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad, Al Tawħīd, Rābiyah Altmash, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, etcetera have trained Durgesh’s mind so much that Durgesh actually has an inherent obsession for them. He thinks whatever he is today in sex, he is due to Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad, Al Tawħīd, Rābiyah Altmash, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, etcetera.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was awe stricken on this utmost secret revelation of my so utmost successful sexual life.”
“My Seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, have actually made Durgesh available to us teenagers, twenties and early thirties Musalmān Beauties.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said gravely, “especially Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh and Sixty One Eighteen in Love. Otherwise it was quite impossible for you, Bābarah Åālamgīr, to be a live in relationship partner of Durgesh the greatest, even in this Dream City, Ved Nagar.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was dumbfounded.*

The angry roar of screaming spectators filled the auditorium as they watched my opponent Musalmān Beauty caressed my nude Hindu buttocks patronizingly.
I had exploded ultimately into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Nādirah Islām Saåīd was still smiling.
Her tight Musalmān Cunt was still holding my exploded Uncut Hindu Lund.
“No chance, Imām Muħammad Ħasan,” Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr smiled sympathetically, “Your Hindu stud has failed.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was grave.
He didn’t say anything.
I fought to keep my Uncut Hindu Lund still still moving in out and in.
I succeeded in my attempts.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was still capable in fucking Nādirah Islām Saåīd.
But the fact was that I had exploded already.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was still fucking Sidrah Aħmad.
He hadn’t exploded into her.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was the winner, not me.
I pushed and squirmed, but the fact was the fact.
The ref dropped to the mat beside us, watching for the pin.
I knew I was in trouble.
My parents watched each other as they looked on.
“Get up, Durgesh!” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī shouted. Her soft little voice drowned out by the crowd.
As I fucked Nādirah Islām Saåīd, I saw Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī in the stands.
She seemed to be doing an angry fighting within herself, as she looked on.
Yet, I couldn’t help but notice how her big boobs wobbled beneath her thin costly sweater as she did this.
I smiled to myself for a moment.
“What a time for a guy to have Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī‘s boobs on the brain.” I thought.
It was true, eighteen year old I was obsessed with boobs and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī had the biggest rack of any Musalmān Beauty I knew.
Strangely, as I lay there, my Uncut Hindu Lund still burying deepest into Nādirah Islām Saåīd’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, I thought back on all the mornings that I sat at the breakfast table gawking.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī’s big braless Musalmān tits under her thin silk robe were the source of my many a morning hard-on.
SLAP!!!

I was suddenly jarred back into the present as the ref slapped the mat, announcing my defeat and Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s victory.
The crowd sighed in disappointment.
It was another lost sex match for me who wanted more than anything to be World Sex Champion.
Well, almost anything.

After the competition, I walked across the parking lot with my head still held high.
I fucked Nādirah Islām Saåīd longer than Shankar Mahāpralayankar fucked Sidrah Aħmad.
Sidrah Aħmad was jealous of Nādirah Islām Saåīd and Nādirah Islām Saåīd was still proud of me that she always opted for me.
Durgesh is the best.
Yet Shankar Mahāpralayankar has again lasted longer into Sidrah Aħmad.
Sidrah Aħmad herself admitted,
“Durgesh is really the best into our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts, but Shankar Mahāpralayankar stays longer. It’s second time Shankar Mahāpralayankar defeated Durgesh. Isn’t it?”
Nādirah Islām Saåīd charged Sidrah Aħmad furiously.
“You always help that Hindu scoundrel in staying longer into you. You are jealous of me that Durgesh always prefers me on you.”
Sidrah Aħmad laughed.
“Durgesh is damn more ethical than Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar never minds our free sex, but Durgesh criticizes us, at least.”*

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī had her arm around me as we walked side by side.
“You’ll get Shankar Mahāpralayankar next time, son.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said.
The heels of Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī‘s sandals clicked against the payment, drawing my attention.
I was in love with Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī‘s everything.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund stiffen at the mere sight of her.
Even her feet were soft and small with cute squatty little toes that were always freshly painted.
Her high-heeled sandals consisted of a couple of tiny straps that crossed the foot, just above the toes.
There were no straps in the back, leaving her sexy arched heels on open display.
We stopped at the car and while Imām Muħammad Ħasan got in and unlocked the doors, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī stood facing me.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī put her hand on my shoulder, rubbing it gently.
Even with her heels on, I was few inches taller.
“Hey.” She said softly.
I looked up into Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī‘s big brown eyes that seemed to gleam with love.
“Give me a hug, Hindu handsome.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī whispered.
It was like candy to my ears.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī moved forward and gave me a great big tit-squasher.
I let out a quivering sigh as I felt Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī‘s soft spongy Musalmān sacks flatten against my young Hindu chest.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was no dummy.
She knew I was fascinated with her “little girls” as Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī liked to call them and that by crushing them against my Hindu chest as we embraced Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī would be helping to sooth the disappointing loss.
I said very little the rest of the evening.
I was thinking.
Is Sidrah Aħmad really helping Shankar Mahāpralayankar in defeating me?
Does she not digest my criticism of her wildest Hindu obsession?
Sidrah Aħmad believes every Hindu is better than a Musalmān for having sex with him.
Is she right?
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī does also believe in the same.
There are some other Musalmān Beauties too who too have the same faith.
But isn’t it communal and cruel too to reject one entire community for having sex with its mankind?
How these ravenous Musalmān Beauties can be correct?

I went straight to my room where I became absorbed into the world of Ashvinātam Sex.

Downstairs Imām Muħammad Ħasan was watching a ballgame.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī tidied up the kitchen as she spoke to her big sister on the phone.
“I don’t know, I feel so bad for Durgesh, Bājī, Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī. I mean, all Durgesh does is talk about wanting to be a World Sex Championion Competitor, but he hasn’t won one sex match so far this year.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī explained.
“Well, maybe he’s just not motivated enough, darling. I mean, the accomplishment of being World Sex Championion is long term. Maybe he needs some short term rewards to keep him motivated.” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī said.
“I could try that I suppose, but if he doesn’t involve in other things he probably won’t work for it.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said.
“Is there anything else you think he’d be willing to work for?” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī asked.
“Well, he is a teenager. A hot bubble bath with a big breasted cheerleader might do the trick.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī giggled.
“Okay then, this is what you do. Tell me that if he wins his next Sex Match, you’ll take off your bra and show him your Musalmān tits.” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī said.
“Are you crazy? Allah, Bājī, Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī, he’s my son.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī giggled.
“Yes, and he’s also a hormonal teenaged Hindu boy who can’t take his eyes off of those big Musalmān boobs of yours. You told me so yourself.” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī laughed.
“Yes, I did and I fail to see how unclasping my bra in front of Durgesh is going to help remedy that obsession.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī answered.
“Allah! My God, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, you are such a prude. They’re just big Musalmān boobs. Do you want your Hindu son to win or not?” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī asked.
“Of course I want Durgesh to win.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said angrily, “I don’t like Shankar Mahāpralayankar has won Durgesh again. That Hindu boy is criminal minded I say.”
“Then think about it, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī. Most Hindu boys of Durgesh’s age would crawl through a field of cactus to see a set of real Musalmān tits and if you don’t show him, then maybe someone else will.” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī said mischievously.
“No, you won’t. I can handle this situation thank you very much.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said sternly.
“We’ll, then handle it little sister. You might be pleasantly surprised.” Imāmzādī Tawħīd Qāzī said.*

Kħālidah Naåīm picked up the telephone and said,
“Oh Hi, Bābarah Åālamgīr. Lunch today? Sure, where?”
The voice at the other end of the call said,
“Ashvinātam Restaurant in Ved Nagar at twelve-thirty.”
“I’ll be there. Allah Ħāfiz.”
Kħālidah Naåīm glanced at the digital clock setting on the nightstand.
She smiled she still had plenty of time for a little self-indulgence.
Kħālidah Naåīm opened the drawer to the nightstand next to her unmade bed.
She lifted the hardbound romance novel and placed it beside her on the bed.
Kħālidah Naåīm looked longingly at the cover art on the book.
It pictured a handsome, hard-bodied man embracing a Lady Doctor in a white uniform.
Kħālidah Naåīm lovingly traced her fingertips across the man’s face as Kħālidah Naåīm memorized its chiseled details.
Untying her robe Kħālidah Naåīm opened it.
Her nipples hardened in the cool morning air.
Hissing Kħālidah Naåīm tugged on each nipple in turn until Kħālidah Naåīm felt the familiar warmth deep in her belly begin to flood her nethers.
Kħālidah Naåīm hesitated, gazed at the hunk on the book cover then pulled out a pink plastic phallus and a tube of lube from the drawer.
Blushing, Kħālidah Naåīm knew her husband would be hurt if he knew Kħālidah Naåīm had resorted to mechanical devices to reinforce his flagging sexual prowess.
Kħālidah Naåīm shrugged, Kħālidah Naåīm had needs that required satisfaction, if Kħālidah Naåīm went too long without an orgasm Kħālidah Naåīm could be a real bitch.
Kħālidah Naåīm liberally applied lubricant to the slim 7-inch long pink shaft followed by the wide bulb-shaped head.
The enlarged head contained a powerful egg vibrator that focused on her G-spot.
What the hell else could Kħālidah Naåīm do when her husband was becoming more and more disinterested in having sex with her?
Well, her most sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lady friends even told Kħālidah Naåīm, Kħālidah Naåīm wasn’t only facing this problem, they were too suffering from the same impasse.
Zāhidah Aslam had gone even to the extent,
“Kħālidah Naåīm, I knew sooner or later, it had to happen.”
Kħālidah Naåīm was startled,
“Allah, why Zāhidah Aslam?”
“Our Musalmān mankind is becoming more and more religious nowadays.”
“Not only our Musalmān mankind, Zāhidah Aslam.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad smiled at her other most sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lady friends, “nowadays, the entire mankind on the globe is bubbling with intense incurable continually increasing religious sentiments.”
“Allah, you are absolutely correct, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad.” Kħālidah Naåīm immediately agreed with her.
“Don’t you see,” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad said, “almost entire globe is suddenly against corruption in their governments? Don’t you see, almost entire globe is suddenly against gang-rapes and rapes even? Why is it so? Due to this very intense incurable constant increase in religious sentiments of the entire mankind on entire globe, I say.”*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t understand what had happened to me suddenly.
He was a badly flustered individual.
Not only was he curious as to why I should be interested in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Islands, but Imām Muħammad Ħasan was anxious to make certain that he receive the excessive price that he had quoted over the mobile.
He could not understand while I was always against even the name of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, why suddenly I was so interested in buying ten thousand shares of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.
He had offered his ten thousand shares for ten times amount they actually were worth of.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s anxiety was tempered by a very evident fear that some secret development concerning which he knew nothing was making the stock worth far more than Imām Muħammad Ħasan had dared to ask.
I put the certified cheque on Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s executive table.
“There you are Abbū Imām. A cheque payable to Imām Muħammad Ħasan, dated today, duly certified, in an amount of one thousand, thousand dollars. You please note that I have written on the back of the cheque that, this cheque is payment in full for your ten thousand shares of stock in the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands. I have further written on the back of this cheque that you agree to arrange for me to attend the directors’ meeting this afternoon.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was listening to me immensely intently.
Yet, nevertheless, he was absolutely unable to understand what I was actually after.
He knew me very well I would never purchase even a single share of even any Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, until its name isn’t changed.
I hated the immense vulgarity in the name.
Why the hell then I was suddenly interested in purchasing as much as ten thousand shares of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands, on ten times amount of what they were actually worth of?
I continued gravely, yet still quite respectfully,
“Abbū Imām, you will there, in directors’ meeting, announce that you have sold your stock of ten thousand shares to me, and give me an opportunity to address the meeting.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s suspicious eyes peered with the intensity of a man trying to look through a thick fog.
He pushed his head forward, as if by doing so he could see my face to better advantage, and could study my features.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan blinked his eyes gravely.
He had to admit to himself that I was too much deep for him still now, while I respected him very much as my father in law.
Since Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan insisted I should treat her Abbū Imām my father in law and Imām Muħammad Ħasan should treat me his son in law, that was the relationship prominent between Imām Muħammad Ħasan and me.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan seemed almost to be sniffing the air.
“You have the stock, Abbū Imām?” I asked gravely.
“Sure, my son. Absolutely.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said patiently.
“All endorsed?”
“I’m prepared to endorse all the ten stock certificates.”
“There are five directors?”
“That’s right.”
“Will you,” I smiled, “tell me something about the temperaments and personalities of the various directors?”*

Satisfied that the vibrator was ready to use Kħālidah Naåīm began to prepare herself to receive it.
Kħālidah Naåīm began by warming up her erogenous zones with her own fingers.
With familiarity, her digits traced their way around her anatomy, mapping out her puffy pussy lips, pinpointing her clitoris and exploring her vagina.
It felt so good, Kħālidah Naåīm whimpered,
“Uh, uh, uh.”
Kħālidah Naåīm twisted the base of the vibrator engaging its lowest speed.
She allowed the head of the vibrator to travel the most responsive parts of body slowly, first buzzing her inner thighs then her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān labia.
Kħālidah Naåīm increased the speed of her toy and applied varied pressures to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān clit.
Her arousal built.
Kħālidah Naåīm relished the powerful sensations surging through her body.
Kħālidah Naåīm panted,
“That’s it, that’s it,” and puffed breathily, “Oh, that’s it.”
Glancing at the man painted on the book cover with glassy eyes Kħālidah Naåīm slipped the enlarged tip of vibrator slowly inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
After a moment, Kħālidah Naåīm simulated sexual intercourse by sliding the droning dildo up and down in her slick snatch pushing the limits of comfort.
Kħālidah Naåīm located her G-spot with the wide egg-shaped head of the toy and groaned.
Quickly, Kħālidah Naåīm twisted the base of the vibrator dialing up the intensity of the vibrations that gyrated all the way through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān gash.
She diddled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān clit with demonic endeavor until a toe-curling orgasm was delivered.
Her climax exploded in the pleasure center of her mind as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt contorted and contracted around the humming device still embedded within her.
Kħālidah Naåīm screamed with agonized release,
“Yeessssssssss!”*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled at me.
“The directors are personally known to you. Very harmonious, very broadminded. For the most part, our meetings are entirely without friction. I am quite sure, my son that, you will find no serious objection on the part of any director to carrying out any legitimate business proposition that is for the best interest of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.”
I looked at Imām Muħammad Ħasan steadily for a few moments, then grinned.
“Well, of course,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said, trying his best not to avert his eyes, “we occasionally do have differences of opinion, as your own board of directors in HVSI group of Companies too has naturally. Nevertheless, you know very well, being an ever most successful businessman, even more than me, that’s only normal. You know, these islands are part of Ved Nagar and we have Democracy here after all. I don’t think it’s necessary for me to remind you that we progress through the consideration of different opinions in Democracy.”
I smiled respectfully.
“Abbū Imām, I know you would never deceive me for your personal interest. Yet, we both are dedicated to our movements. Aren’t we?”
“Sure, yet our movements are not mutually against each other. We both are fighting to establish actual Democracy everywhere. Aren’t we?”
“I agree with you. But I am never as desperate in achieving my goal as you are.”
“Because Hindus were never as Uneducated/Under Educated, never as criminal/criminal minded, as the Pseudo Musalmīn are.”
“You go to the extreme extents even to achieve your goals. You have established Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Clubs successfully. You’ve successfully developed them to Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands even. Yet, you are quite against your own daughter, my wife, my live in relationship partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan that, she has vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”

Chapter 43
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


The Extent:7

The extent

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

A Fantasy Or

Svarūpé Avasthānam?

Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ smiled at me.

“Well well well, my old patient has called me once more as a doctor.”

“Not for me, Sālī. Tell me something about sleepwalking if you know.”

“If I know? What do you mean? I am a doctor.”

“Sex therapist.”

“Who is sleepwalking?”

“No one. One of my friends pretended that he sleepwalks.”

“And you want your friend not to be caught?”

“More. You have to accompany me to his house.”

“No problem. But what have I to do there?”

“Nothing, till I don’t tell you to do anything.”

“Okay.”

Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ smiled.

“Am I really needed there?”

“Well, you are an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān. Yet you are one of the chief architects of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. Shankar Mahāpralayankar wants to meet you.” his extremely beautiful Lebanese Årab Musalmān wife, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, smiled at him.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar?”Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ was quite surprised.

“He wants to talk you about your new purchase of the abandoned island.”

“Not for repurchasing it from me, I hope. I’m only the dummy purchaser.”

“Jalāl!”Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ interrupted.

“The real purchasers are Islamic Countries, Farīdah. Why don’t you believe me?”

“You earned that money.”

“Not alone.”

“Yes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was your partner. But—”

“It all was planned by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself. She asked me only to help her.”

“Why do you always help the Musalmān Beauties to get Hindu lovers for them?”

Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ was suddenly serious.

He looked at his Lebanese Årab Musalmān wife gravely.

“I’m a Cuckold Musalmān Husband, Farīdah.”

“Yes, I know.” Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ looked at me, then at his Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Husband, “You never touched me even after we married. You helped me to get Durgesh for my extramarital affair with him. And you yourself suggested and insisted that you want to clean my sexual organs after I have sex with Durgesh, with your tongue.”

Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ watched his wife gravely.

“I’m not alone, Farīdah.”

“Yes. You told me that. But—”

“But you never believed me.”

“Jalāl!”

“You think it quite impossible what I say. Don’t you?”

“Jalāl!”Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ looked at her legal Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Husband, “The Saůūdī Årab Sheikħs have their different reputation.”

“They are cuckolds, I say.”

“All of them?”

“All of them. If not, at least most of them.”

“How do you know?”

“Because they are the real architects of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. They are the real purchasers of that abandoned island. I’m only their representative, their agent.”

“I—”Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ was dumbfounded for a moment, “I can’t even try to believe you, Jalāl!”

Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest rose and sank.

For a second or two, Muħammad Åbdullah was the only person breathing.

His lips parted to eat or drink, occasionally to talk, but never to smile.

Muħammad Åbdullah was angry.

It was, however, as usual.

The royal Sheikħs present there, believed that Muħammad Åbdullah even slept in hostility.

But, would Muħammad Åbdullah now curse, threaten, throw things, or simply boil under the surface?

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaah!

The man was simply dangerous outright.

Allah målūm how did he manage to get their videos forcing their Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Årab Musalmān wives to seduce and have sex with Durgesh and conspiring against them, in this way.

They were even watching and enjoying it very much in those videos.

The wretched man has complete videos of them how their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Årab Musalmān wives cuckolded them to Durgesh and even to other Hindus.

What would he do?

They never knew with Muħammad Åbdullah.

The man is even shrewd enough to have Durgesh on his side.

His entire extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies have sex with Durgesh, including even his Ammī, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah.

Durgesh thinks Muħammad Åbdullah is his ever best friend.

Muħammad Åbdullah is successfully fooling even Durgesh now.

Muħammad Åbdullah stopped at the edge of the royal table between two old royal Sheikħs.

They were the senior partners.

They were the members of the group of the multinational companies.

They were not Saůūdī Årab both.

One of them was Saůūdī Årab and represented Al Saåūd royal family.

The second represented Iraq.

Well, Muħammad Åbdullah was actually also one of them.

So, he had every right to growl and bark in their hallways for a month now.

Being even elders and seniors to Muħammad Åbdullah, neither of them dared not to look at him.

“What number?” Muħammad Åbdullah asked of Al Abu Bakr.

“Fifty nine.” Al Abu Bakr answered quickly, anxious to please Muħammad Åbdullah.

“Go back to fifty five.”Muħammad Åbdullah demanded.

Al Abu Bakr flicked rapidly until the face of Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ was once again on the wall.

Paperwork ruffled around the table.

“What do you know?”Muħammad Åbdullah asked.

“The same.” Al Abu Bakr tried to meet Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes.

After all, Muħammad Åbdullah was only representing his Ammī, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah.

But under the pressure of Muħammad Åbdullah’s very eyes, Al Abu Bakr was almost immediately looking away.

The beast had the videos of not only his wives but also of his entire houseladies.

And Al Abu Bakr was licking their sexual organs after I had sex with them.

Even Al Abu Bakr’s daughters and daughters in law were in them.

Allah!

The beast has him completely in his control.

He has to go ahead and finance the Hindu lund Musalmān Choot Islands.

Why could he not control himself?

He failed to be one of the muttaqīn.

In Al Qur’an Al Kareem, 9th Sūrat, Sūrat At-Tawbah, Āyat-e-Karīmah 4, Allah Subħān wa Tålā has stated:

Innallāh yuħibbul muttaqīn.’

‘Indeed, Allah loves the persons who control themselves.’

Well, he, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, could not control himself.

He is lånat ålayhi.

Allah wouldn’t love him.

He has expressly declared:

Innallāh yuħibbul muttaqīn.’

‘Indeed, Allah loves the persons who control themselves.’

—Al Qur’ān Al Karīm: 9 At-Tawbah: 4

Even in the very first Sūrat of Al Qur’an Al Kareem Allah Raħmānirraħīm has instructed His Musalmīn:

Ahdi nassirātal mustaqīm.

Sirātallazīn anåmt ålayhim ghairil maghazūbi ålayhim walazzvallīn.’

‘Guide us to the immortal path.

The path of those You have bestowed favor upon, not of those who have evoked anger or of those who are astray.’

Al Qur’an Al Kareem: 1 Sūrat Al Fātiħā: 6-7

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr is maghazūbi ålayhi.

He has evoked the anger of Allah Rabbil åālmīn.

Now he is one of ‘azzvallīn’ ‘astrays’.

He can’t win Muħammad Åbdullah anymore.

Allah Raħmānirraħīm is not with him now.

He is with Muħammad Åbdullah.

Muħammad Åbdullah repeated what Al Abu Bakr said sarcastically.

“The same? That’s just great. Out of two hundred, how many of them are still mysterious?”

“Ten.”

“All Musalmān Beauties?”

“No these are males.”

“And how many Musalmān Beauties are still mysterious? May I ask the great Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr?”

“Twenty five.”

“Subħān Allah. Måshā Allah. So we still have thirty five mysterious personalities?” Muħammad Åbdullah snorted and shook his head slowly.

Everyone waited for his eruptions.

It was naturally expected from him.

It was his characteristic when he talked with Årab Sheikħs.

The everywhere aggressive Årab Sheikħs were reduced to almost always defensive rats in front of Muħammad Åbdullah.

They could not even kill him.

He was very very much popular in ever horniest Hindus and equally, rather more horniest Musalmān Beauties.

More horniest than even the horniest Hindus.

It was to their greatest relief that, Muħammad Åbdullah, instead, stroked his gray beard, played with it thoughtfully, looked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr and allowed the severity of the moment filter in.

Then he did not say.

He commanded.

“You’ll work whole night. Your daily routine must be met with within four hours, including your sleep. Haven’t all of your idiosyncrasies already slept too much?”

All the Årab Sheikħs were furious and wanted Muħammad Åbdullah to show his place.

But they knew it would be as disastrous to them as were never before.

With obvious efforts, the Årab Sheikħs controlled themselves and nodded.

“I want all of your idiosyncrasies here at 10.00 AM sharp again.”Muħammad Åbdullah said with cold finality, and marched out of the room.

The door slammed.

The air lightened considerably.

Then, in unison, all the “powerful”, all the “mighty” Årab Sheikħs, with their present efficient leader Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, glanced at their watches.

“Allah. The devil himself.” Al Abu Bakr gritted his teeth, “Now I understand how Ħazrat Siddīq-e-Åāzamrzu should had felt when he found Ħuzūrs were no more there with himrzu.”

They had just been ordered to spend almost all the next two days, two nights and five hours more here.

And all this time, they had to look at the enlarged photos of faces they are tired of watching, memorizing names and birthdates, and vital stats even, of two hundred people.

And there wasn’t any doubt anywhere in the room that they all would do exactly what they had been told to do.

Not even the slightest.

Muħammad Åbdullah was dangerous beyond their capacity.

Even though Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was now 19, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr remembered, when Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was younger, I would take her and her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, to the circus.

Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, said that Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could only have one treat.

Once her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, went to the bathroom, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr pulled the “pleeeeze Durgesh” routine and I always gave in.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr guessed I felt because I was not her real daddy but her step-daddy that I had to do more to get her to love me.

That wasn’t so.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr loved me more than anything.

I was the one who raised Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr when her real Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, would have nothing to do with Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr.

It was really his loss.

Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, met and started her live in relationship with me.

I loved Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and that was all Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr needed.

Even though I was her step-daddy, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr never introduced me as that.

When her friends would come over, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr would say “meet my dad” because to Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr that was exactly what I was.

I loved Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and she knew that if Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr pouted just right, I was putty in her hands.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr thought that she had become closer to me than was her own Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, to her.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr never thought  that her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, was a bad Ammī.

She loved Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and worked to give her anything and everything Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wanted.

There was nothing Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr can even mention wanting that she didn’t go get an extra job to get for her.

Saying that, the only thing that bothered Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was the way she treated me.

She was much younger than me and used that to tease me.

She loved to be wanted.

She paid special attention to other women in front of me, letting me know how “wanted” she was.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew she would never do anything with them.

She wouldn’t because she was a prude.

It made Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr so angry to hear me demanding her for sex night after night.

Although I was older, my libido was apparently out of control.

Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, was like me with the fact that she can’t whimper.

Everything she said to me in our bedroom came across loud and clear in her bedroom.

The more Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr listened, the more she felt bad for me.

The more Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr listened, the more Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wanted me.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wanted to make things better for me the way I had always done for her.

I was quite the man.

I ran every day and kept myself in excellent shape.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had even noticed her friends checking me out.

Once again, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr lay here attempting to get some sleep, but Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was unable to, because Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was listening to her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, and me.

Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, was being her typical self and refusing to give me any sex.

“I’m not interested in savage sex any more, Durgesh. I was also an animal once, I do accept it. But I’ve evolved  now.”Zaynab bint Åāmir smiled at me.

“Sex is not immaterial with the further evolution of a person, Zaynab bint Åāmir.”I also smiled at her, “It’s not true that sex is an animal need.”

“That’s what you say.”

Zaynab bint Åāmir.”

“Please Durgesh. I accept once I was even sexier than you. I wanted sex from you even more than you wanted from me. I left Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr because he could not, and did not, want to provide enough sex to me that I needed.”

“So you want to go back to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr now? Is that it, Zaynab bint Åāmir?”

“No. Don’t get me wrong. Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr has his other shortcomings too.”

“Oh.”

“I want to ask you one question, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt!”

“Yes?”I smiled at Zaynab bint Åāmir patiently.

“Doesn’t your wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, love you?”

“I never said she doesn’t. On the quite contrary, her love to me is absolutely exclusive.”

“And you are even proud of that?”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“And still you fuck almost infinite of us Musalmān Beauties as savagely as no other man can even dream?”

“Because I need it. And NOT infinite of you Musalmān Beauties. It’s impossible.”

“Impossible? Why? Don’t you claim your infinite etheric bodies are being projected now?”

“No. Never.”

“What?”Zaynab bint Åāmir smiled at me sarcastically, “You never claim that your infinite etheric bodies are being projected now?”

“Never. I only doubt that such is the case.”I smiled at Zaynab bint Åāmir patiently.

Zaynab bint Åāmir was still nude.

She was still lying on her back.

Her enormously attractive nude Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān legs were still on my nude shoulders.

I was still atop Zaynab bint Åāmir between her legs.

My legendary unique Uncut Hindu Prick was still buried deepest into Zaynab bint Åāmir’s still grateful, still indebted, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

I was still fucking Zaynab bint Åāmir to my heart’s content savagely.

Zaynab bint Åāmir forgot she was now protesting it.

Zaynab bint Åāmir was behaving with me now somewhat patronizingly.

“You mean you doubt that now, when you are still fucking me, you are fucking almost infinite of us Musalmān Beauties too?”

“Yes, it’s my doubt. It’s not my claim.”

“You are self hypnotizing yourself, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

“Yes. You are right. That’s a strong possibility.”

“You fantasize you are an imaginary Param Purush, the Absolute Man that lives not on oxygen, on nonstop, ever unbroken, sexual intercourses, with entire Musalmān Beauties in the infinite creations  that ever existed, now exist and will exist ever in infinite future. Don’t you?”

“Yes. But I never fantasize it. I know it.”

“Nonsense.”

“Yes. To you.”

“To me. And to everyone else too who is sane and want to remain sane.”

“I never asked anyone to believe it.”

“But you yourself do believe it. Don’t you?”

“I don’t only believe it. I know it.”

Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed.

“Either you are an ever incurable liar, or you’ve self hypnotized yourself to the incredulous extent.”

“Even if it is so, what is harmful in it to anyone? Can you tell me?” I smiled at Zaynab bint Åāmir still patiently immensely.

“That’s the beauty of this fantasy. It isn’t harmful to anyone.”

“So?”

“It’s harmful to yourself.”

“How?”

“You may think it’s true.”

“May? I may? I know it’s true.”

“What an infinite dirty and ever nasty mind you have, Durgesh.”

“Have I harmed anyone ever with it?”

“No. Never. I do agree. But it is harmful to yourself, you don’t know.”

I smiled.

“How, my darling?”

It broke Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr’s heart to hear me arguing with her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, like that.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr heard her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, finally got up.

And she went to the living room to sleep on the couch, to avoid anymore sex with me.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had had enough.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr refused to let her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, treat me like this anymore.

When Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr heard her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, settle on to the couch and turn the TV on, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr decided that now it was her time.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr quietly sneaked into our bedroom and touched me.

Durgesh, I had a nightmare” Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr whimpered to me.

“Your Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, is in the living room” I whimpered quietly, turning to try and focus on Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr.

“Can I sleep in your bed, with you, Durgesh?” Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr leaned closer to me, letting her nightgown covered breasts to run across my arms.

I patted the bed beside me.

That was only what Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr needed.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr quickly climbed in.

As we lay in the bed, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr couldn’t help but think of the conversation between me and her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, earlier.

Me demanding her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, for more sex.

Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, refusing me, just like she did, as often as she could.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr snuggled up to me as close as Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could get.

I really enjoyed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān body pressed to me.

Since Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr always had been and was now a college cheerleader, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān body was in excellent shape.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew it was much better than even her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir’s.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr kissed me on the cheek and told me how much she appreciated me being her knight in shining armor.

Although it was dark, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could feel me smile as I said,

“That was my job, baby.”

As we drifted off to sleep, I felt Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr’s hands begin to roam my Hindu male body.

She wanted to give me the attention of a woman, I needed then very much.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew I was hyper sexual.

Even her own beautiful girlfriends had taken benefit of it and had themselves fucked me very much.

“Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr, your new Hindu father can’t live without fucking us Musalmān Beauties. Sex is not his need. Sex is his very life.”

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had smiled.

“Hey, you enjoy my Hindu dad?”

“Very much. He is the ever best.”

I wanted a woman to make me feel complete always.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr just assumed that since we had been living in live in relationship now for 17 years, we had grown apart.

It was not true.

But it was what Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr thought and believed to be true.

I still wanted her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, more.

She was still such a burning Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.

But her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, wanted now exactly nothing from me, but only the security of our Live in relationship.

She was more interested now in Islam than in sex.

She said it was the way it was in her family.

Sex was a chore.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was not nearly as experienced as her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir was, but Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew that sex was wonderful.

Sex was not a chore.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr decided that it was time to give me what I deserved.

The female companionship I desired.

The loving relationship I craved.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr continued her sweet caresses.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock harden against her leg.

It was time.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr reached closer and kissed me.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr didn’t kiss me like we kissed when I dropped her off for school.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr kissed me like a young grown up adult Musalmān Beauty.

Needless to say, I was a bit stunned and said,

“Baby, we shouldn’t, I wouldn’t want you to hate me.”

But Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr again kissed me as passionately as Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could.

Her kiss let me know that Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could never hate me.

She kissed me fanatically for what felt like an eternity.

Moreover, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr began to explore my body using her hands.

Well, I knew now that I couldn’t, and shouldn’t, refuse to her.

She was excited and wanted sex very much.

Even the hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was not my half daughter anymore.

She was a fully grown up adult young Musalmān Beauty of twenty eight years.

Capable fully to take her decisions herself.

She hadn’t approached me tonight as my half daughter.

She had approached me now as an adult young woman in need of not my preaching, but my adult Hindu love instead I was legendary for.

Yes, I am sixty two.

Yes, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr is twenty eight only.

But she had refused to admit any importance of our age difference.

What can I do now?

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was already playing with my Uncut Hindu Cock now.

We continued kissing with a passion that had been brewing for years.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr whimpered to me,

“Durgesh, I want you to make love to me, the way you want to make love to my Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir.”

I kissed each her cheek and told her how much I would love that.

No preaching now, I told myself strictly.

No preaching now.

Yet, I really wanted to make sure Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was really serious.

“Tell me again, baby!”

“Fuck me Durgesh! Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr whimpered.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had been snooping around her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, and my room long enough to know that I liked it a bit rough and raw.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was in to bondage and discipline and she had even read most of my books and stories about sex too.

Those words were all it took and I was ultimately quick to oblige.

I practically tore her nightgown off, nibbling on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān body as I did.

Something about my kisses to Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr caused her to orgasm, before I even entered her.

Sure, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had masturbated to this scene on several occasions, but to have my warm Hindu lips on her, was more than Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could take.

I quickly spread her legs and forced my Uncut Hindu Cock into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr loved the feel as I stretched her, while fucking Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr.

“Damn baby, Your Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, never let me just take control of her and if I tried, she would tell me not to rape her.”

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr pulled me close to her.

Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr promises to give you everything that her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, won’t. Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wants you to think of me each time you get in the bed with her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir. Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wants you to taste me when you kiss her, now fuck me hard Durgesh. My friends say you are the best. How unlucky I am not to get you inside me before. I’ve wasted ten grand years of my life. But not now even a single moment. Just fuck me as savagely as you can. I want it. I need it.”

And I fucked Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr, perhaps even more savagely than I wanted to fuck her equally beautiful Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir.

I fucked Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr whole night, nonstop, in various sex positions.

She was very grateful to me.

Ultimately, my grunting got louder as I approached to orgasm.

I bit on her nipple and Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was pushed over the edge.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān body convulsed with a wild orgasm as she screamed and I spewed my Hindu semen into her hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

We took a moment to catch our breath as I lay on top of Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr, my Uncut Hindu Cock still filling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

I kissed Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr tenderly.

“I love you baby, I am thrilled that you gave me the gift you did. I will always treasure you.”

Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr let me know that “I better” and that Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr fully expected me to come into her room and make love to her anytime I wanted.

She told me to expect more “nightmares from her as tonight it was.”

Chapter 8

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19

24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20

25. A deserving unfaithfulness

26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

27. Yåqūb Family-1

28. They conspired against me

29. A secret Smile

30. A new young wife at sixty

31. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

32. The Beaming Knowledge

33. The three pregnants-1

34. The three pregnants-2

35. In the Moonlight

36. Sālī, Ammījān!

37. Now entirely secured and safe

38. She needed me extremely

39. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

40. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

41. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

42. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

43. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

44. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

45. No Hindu, Please!

46. Only Hindus, Please!

47. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

48. I do hate hypocrisy

49. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

50. Hell, I revolt

51. She loved me all along

52. She told the untold-1

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

54. Making love and understanding everything

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

56. After the death of my husband

57. The everbest wives-1

58. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

59. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

61. You are the best. You don’t know

62. I’m not defeated even yet-1

63. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

64. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

66. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

67. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

68. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

69. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

70. I live with him

71. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

76. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

77. It all happened just naturally-1

78. It all happened just naturally-2

79. Under Open Sky

80. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

92. Three sons three Ammīs

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

101. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

111.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

123. The everincreasing infinite lust

124. The women in my life

125. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

164. Age no bar: 1

165. Age no bar: 2

166. The Absolute Surrender

167. Her Ultimate Decision: 1

168. Her Ultimate Decision: 2

175. Her Ultimate Decision : 3

175. The Extent: 1
176. The Extent: 2

177. The Extent: 3

178. The Extent: 4

179. The Extent: 5

180. The Extent: 6

181. The Extent: 7

182. The Extent: 8

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

29. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:3

30. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:4

31. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:5

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More 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 4| Sookt 26| Mantr 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

36. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 31| Mantr 18

37. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr2

38. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

39. Saamved: Mantr 1

40. Sāmved: Mantr 115

41. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

42. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

43. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

51. Atharv Ved: Kaand 4| Sookt 13| Mantr 1

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

53. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 4| Mantr 22

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

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