Ahal-Al Bayt-28

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Durgesh Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt

Under Shower

Durgesh Kħadījah Al Kubrah

I was gathering nude Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, again and again, in my strong Hindu arms into my nude Hindu lap, and my Uncut Hindu Lund was invading Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot more and more fiercely, with each my Hindu thrust.

She was screaming out of sheer blinding sexual bliss.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is tearing my Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot apart, Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Keep it on. Never stop! Please, never stop.”

“Of course, darling.”I kissed my Sweet Nineteen passionately, fucking her more and more fiercely, “I’d never stop. I’d never stop till you don’t ask yourself to rest and consume the entire incredible sexual bliss you are experiencing.”

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! How the hell you Hindus do these miracles?”

“It’s our Bhogyantrānk, darling.”I kissed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt penetrating her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot more and more fiercely with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Bhogyantrānk?”

“If you keep forgetting so soon, my darling Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza,” I pulled out my Uncut Hindu Lund again and pushed back into her evertight sweet nineteen Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot to the hilt, “you’ll never learn anything.”

“The hell I want to learn anything from you. Just fuck me, OK? You are Supreme in fucking us extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties, not in General Knowledge.”

I winked at her impishly and gathered her sweet nineteen nude Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body in my 61 years old, yet still growing stronger, more and more, Hindu arms,

“How do you know?”

“What?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tightened her already tight Vaginal Grip around my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“That I’m not Supreme in General Knowledge, as I’m Supreme in fucking you extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties, too?”

“Even if you are, I damn care.”

“Sālī!”

“I’m in live in relationship with you now. Never forget.”

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!”I groaned.

“Don’t say Farīdah Imām is right.”

Farīdah Imām?”

“You don’t know any Farīdah Imām?”

“On the contrary, I know so many Farīdah Imāms that whenever one of them is referred, I must confirm always which one of them is intended.”

“Why not? Why not?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled, “Sorry, I keep forgetting you fuck countless extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān Beauties. How many of them are named Farīdah Imām? Thousands of them? Millions of them?”

“Not Millions of them, but yes, maybe thousands of them. Farīdah is also a very common name in you Musalmeen after Kħadījah, Fātimah, Åāýéshah, Zainab, Ruqaiyah, Āmnah and Kulsūm.”

The feeling of the shower was wonderful.

The water was pouring down from shower on our hottest bodies with great force.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was not surprised on her own incredible heat.

She was only nineteen.

It was natural; her Sunni Musalmān heat was increasing with each of my powerful Hindu thrusts into her, even.

It’s just started at her eighteen.

It would continue at least till she is fifty, even more, much more.

More than 31 years, at least, of incredible heat of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lust!

Allah!

Will Durgesh fuck her for next 31 years non-stop?

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt needed Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund into her ravenous Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot nonstop for these 31 years.

I could see Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Beauty, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, standing on all her knees and elbows there, naked.

I was riding her from her behind, penetrating her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

I could not get over how beautiful she was.

Her skin looked soft and glistening with the water shining on her body.

Her breasts were large.

And they stood proud and firm, capped with pale pink areolas that seemed to fade into her breasts as they spread out from the pink nipples.

Her pubic hair, curly and plentiful, was the same golden brown color as the hair on her head.

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t turn away.

I could only stare and fuck her, and fuck, and feel my heart beat faster and faster.

As if on autopilot, I was fiercely penetrating her.

I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to.

“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling,” I was infinitely excited even while I was fucking her, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling, you are so beautiful, … so wonderfully beautiful. I want to see you, look at you, even while I fuck you.” I raised my hands and drew her into my arms more.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling, just stood there, on her knees and elbows like a deer.

And I looked … and looked …and looked at her nakedness.

And fucked, and fucked, and fucked her madly.

She seemed almost like a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Sex Goddess to me.

Madly, I reached out and cupped both of her gleaming breasts.

They were so soft and yielding to my hand.

Savagely I lifted their weight, squeezed, and rubbed my thumb over the nipple, still fucking her frantically.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling, moaned, but did not move.

Both my hands were caressing her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts as well, as my Uncut Hindu Lund was invading her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

“Durgesh, yes  … yes dear. Just squeeze them and fuck me simultaneously. Just keep doing both. Will you, please?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling’s voice was soft, almost a whisper even now while I was fucking her savagely.

Her tone carried all the conviction in it.

As I fondled my Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts, I looked up into her eyes, fucking her savagely.

She was staring at me in wonder, not believing I could do what I was doing practically.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

Is Durgesh so savage in sex?

But that’s the best thing happening to her.

Isn’t it?

She was unable to believe I was really sixty one.

“The hell, he is sixty one.” Farīdah Imām had said, “I can bet he is twenty eight only.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes lit up.

“How can you bet on such a disputed matter, Farīdah?”

Farīdah Imām winked at her lewdly.

Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza, Durgesh fucks me too.”

“What?”

“Sālī, have you forgotten I married Nazīr Aħmad because I love Durgesh, and I couldn’t marry him?”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt laughed and returned Farīdah Imām’s wink.

“How can any one? My dear, you did the miracle on the very first day. You managed to fall on his lap.”

“I managed to fall on his lap?” Farīdah Imām again winked at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt once more, yet more lewdly, “I managed only to fall on his lap? I kissed Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“What?”

“I held it in my right palm, unzipped Durgesh, brought his Uncut Hindu Lund out, played with it, fisted it, licked and sucked it to the extent that Durgesh had to cum in my virgin Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.”

“You—you swallowed Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý?”

“Why not?”Farīdah Imām raised her head high, “What else for I had fallen into his lap?”

“Allah, you were doing it all?”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was looking at Farīdah Imām incredulously, “And we thought you were unconscious.”

Farīdah Imām smiled at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.

“The beauty of the situation was that even Durgesh couldn’t do anything. He had come to see me for Nazīr, with his so called friend Rashīd Aħmad.”

“So called friend?”

“If not, what else?”Farīdah Imām beamed at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, “He is 28, while Rashīd Aħmad is more than70 even.”

“No!”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked at Farīdah Imām incredulously once more, “a 28 year handsome young man is having friendship with 70 years Rashīd Aħmad?”

“It can’t be ever, isn’t it?” Farīdah Imām laughed.

“Of course!”

“Have you seen my Ammījān in law, Saåīdah Anwar, ever?”

“Of course! She seems similar to Åāýéshah Bī, in ‘Bāghbān’ and ‘Jamāī Rājā’.”

“Åāýéshah Bī?”

“Hema Malini, yār! Have you forgotten Åāýéshah Bī is Hema Malini’s real name now, after she married Dharmendr?”

“None knows it.”

“We Musalmān Beauties call her Åāýéshah Bī now.”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pinched Farīdah Imām on her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thigh, “And why shouldn’t we? After all she is one of us Musalmān Beauties now.”

Farīdah Imām held her head in pride.

“She has become more beautiful since she has embraced Islam .”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt winked at Farīdah Imām.

“Our Salāt is a great exercise for us Musalmān Beauties to make us more and more beautiful. It develops our buttocks rounding them excellently when we go in sajdahs.”

Farīdah Imām kissed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt on her lips.

“You are absolutely right, darling.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gave Farīdah Imām a fist on her back.

Farīdah Imām managed to protect herself from it.

“Sālī, newly eighteen, I’m ten years senior to you. Never try to fist me on my back. Try to develop some respect for your elders, bachchī.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt laughed and changed the subject.

“You were telling me something about your Ammījān in law, Saåīdah Anwar.”

“Yes! Yessss! She raped Durgesh.”Farīdah Imām squeezed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks.

“Uīīīīīī!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt jumped, “your Ammījān in law, Saåīdah Anwar raped Durgesh?”

“Yes, but I think that was what Durgesh wanted all along.”

“I can’t understand.”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked at Farīdah Imām innocently.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan says Durgesh is obsessed with elder Musalmān Beauties.”

“What?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked at Farīdah Imām incredulously once again, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan must be crazy.”

“No! I think she has a point. Have you joined Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club?”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was dumbfounded.

“W w what club?”

Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, yār!”

“Allah! Does there exist such a club anywhere?”

“Of course, it does exist. And you’d be surprised to know it was established by Musalmān Beauties themselves, after Mumbai Blasts, not by Hindus.”

“Oh, yes! Now I remember there was a rumor that some NGO of Musalmān Women was trying its best to compensate Hindus for Mumbai Blasts. I never believed it.”

“You should have. They established Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club.”

“You are a member there?”

“No, I want Durgesh only.”

“I myself want Durgesh only. So why are you asking me whether I’ve joined it?”

“Never mind. Have you met Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ever?”

“Yes, she is also one of my close friends, as you are. Why are you asking?”

“She says Durgesh has been brought by extremely beautiful elderly Sunni Musalmān Beauties since his childhood.”

“Yes! Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Rābiyah Altamash, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad, Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad, so many were there.”

“They used Durgesh to quench their own sexual lust when Durgesh’s mind was immature.” She said, “He fucked elder Musalmān Beauties more than the Musalmān Beauties of his own age.”

“Allah!”

“That’s why Durgesh gets more satisfaction when he fucks elder Musalmān Beauties.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked horrified at Farīdah Imām.

“He deliberately develops friendship with elder Musalmeen as he did with my father in law Rashīd Aħmad. He deliberately tells them lies about his age.”***

The soft knock on my bedroom door woke me up and started my heart pounding.

“Come in,” I called.

I sat up in my bed and turned, dropping my legs over the side, so I was facing the door.

The door opened and she walked into my room, looking incredibly confident.

She was wearing a long, worn bathrobe that, before hundreds of washings, was a pink plaid belted around her waist.

Her fingers clutched the neck of the robe, holding that shut, as if she wanted to be sure nothing showed.

Her straight light brown hair fell almost to her bottom.

She wore no makeup and was what some people would call extra ordinary beautiful.

She did have the kind of Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān features that made her a woman I’d notice without being sure why.

Her big brown eyes were open wide and darted around the room, showing her self-confidence…or was it pride?

She stood almost five feet ten inches tall in her slippers and was thirty-nine years old, although her unlined face and clear skin made her look much younger than that.

Her name was Kħadījah Al Kubrah…she was my Ammī in law.

“Come over here, Ammī,” I smiled softly.

When I spoke, Kħadījah Al Kubrah made a tiny sound something like a cross between a gasp and a moan, then she walked slowly and stiff-legged to the bed I sat on and stood in front of me.

I looked up at her and she looked down at me with “Confident Proud deer” eyes.

“Are you sure you want to be here?” I asked softly.

I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding.

She stared at me for quite a while, then slowly nodded her beautiful head.

“All right,” I said.

I reached out a hand that I could see was not trembling even a bit and untied the belt around the waist of her robe.

The robe relaxed when the belt was loosened, but since she was still clutching the neck, it remained closed.

“Let go,” I said softly.

She took a deep breath and didn’t move for what seemed like ages.

Finally, her fingers straightened slowly, releasing the neck of the bathrobe.

After she’d released the robe, her arms fell to her sides.

The robe was still shut.

I took a deep breath, reached out, parted it, and was gazing at my Ammī-in-law’s incredibly beautiful naked Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body for the first time.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, God!” I exclaimed.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, quickly lifted her beautiful hands and tried to close the robe, but I put my hands on hers and stopped her.

“You…you think I…I’m ugly,” she murmured.

Her face was red and she was avoiding looking at me.

“No, Ammī, Mérī Jān! Kħadījah Al Kubrah, it’s just the opposite. I think you have an incredible extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body,” I told her.

And she did.

She probably weighed somewhere around one-forty and her body was a nearly perfect combination of Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān curves and valleys.

Her breasts were large, but not huge, and not sagged even a bit even though she had nursed her seven equally beautiful daughters when they were an infant.

What caught my eye were her nipples.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah had the smallest nipples I’d ever seen.

They were beginning to erect under my Hindu gaze and had to be at least one-tenth of an inch in diameter.

They were beginning to emerge from the large pale pink circles that capped her beautiful breasts.

Her body curved gracefully from strong shoulders down to a surprisingly small waist, then flared beautifully out into hips that were in exactly the right proportion with the rest of her body.

Equally lovely Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān curves led from there to long, strong, and very well formed legs.

“You…seeing you…looking…at…at me…like that…it…makes…it makes me…feel funny,” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, smiled. She never stammered. “We…we shouldn’t be…doing…this…”

I reached out my hand and lightly trailed my fingers over her belly, which was softly rounded and still showed faint stretch marks.

She shuddered and gasped.

“Yes, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, Mérī Jān!  we should be doing this,” I told her. “We both want to.”

Much as I wanted to grab my Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s breasts and play with those beautiful nipples, I didn’t.

I stood up and walked around behind her instead.

Then I took hold of her bathrobe and pulled it back.

Initially she stood there stiff, resisting me, but she finally relented and allowed me to take it off.

I tossed the robe onto a chair near my bed, and then I let my eyes roam over the rear of my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s lovely Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

Much of her back was covered by her straight, shiny light brown hair.

Her hair was her one vanity.

She combed if faithfully, a hundred strokes, every night.
Her bare bottom was every bit as wonderful to see as the rest of her had been.

I know I probably sound like a broken record, but perfect is the only word I can find to describe it.

Wide, but formed perfectly, I thought it was the epitome of womanhood.

I stepped closer to her and began running my fingers through her hair.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah moaned softly.

She liked to have me play with her hair.

I knew it was the safest way to start a process that I believed would lead to so much more…for both of us.

“You like having me do this, don’t you?” I murmured as my fingers stole through her silken tresses.

I was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and my Hindu erection was already threatening to tear a hole in them.

“Yes! You know I do,” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, murmured in reply.

I played with her hair for a few more minutes, and then I moved my caresses to her neck and shoulders.

That brought a gasp from her and sent a shudder through her body.

I’d dreamed of this night for so long and knew exactly what I needed to do.

I kept my touch whisper-soft, barely letting my fingers touch her as they skimmed over her skin.

She had known little gentleness in her life and I knew she’d respond powerfully to being treated gently.

“You do like this, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, don’t you?” I murmured as my fingers continued to glide up and down her neck, out onto her shoulders, and down onto her upper back.

“You…you’re makin’ me…I feel…all…funny…inside.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, whimpered.

“Funny good?” I asked.

“Oh, yes! So good! Nobody but you can…can make me…feel…like this, Durgesh.”

That was exactly what I’d hoped to hear.

I had spent the last six months getting to the point where she was willing to come to me.

I’d convinced her that I’d be gentle with her, would make her feel good, and got her to trust that I would never do anything to hurt her.

I expanded the scope of my caresses.

My fingers went from her neck, to her shoulders, down her arms to her beautiful hands, teased her palms and between her fingers, then slid back up to her neck.

After I’d done that a few times, I could hear the increase in her rate of breathing and could see her shoulders moving as her chest heaved.

I knew her heart had to be pounding as hard as mine was and that I would feel it if I put my hand on her chest, but I wasn’t ready to do that yet.

I could see how confident Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was.

So, I forced myself to go slowly and deliberately, knowing that in the end, we’d reach the outcome I wanted and both of us needed.

I spent quite a while caressing my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s neck, shoulders, arms, and hands, then I dropped to my knees and let my fingers trail down the outside of her shapely legs.

As my fingers stole over the silky-smooth flesh, I saw goose bumps forming and could feel her still not trembling even a bit.

“Ummmmmm!Allah!” I heard her moan.

I smiled and caressed every inch of her legs and her bottom, to the accompaniment of a wonderful symphony of passionate sounds.

“Unnnnnn!” meant I was caressing her bottom.

“Ooooooooo!” said I’d moved onto the back of her thighs.

“Uhhhhhhh!” accompanied my caressing her calves.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” celebrated my fingers stealing up the outside of her legs, and “Ummmmmmm!” meant my fingers were sliding down the front of her thighs.

Her rapid breathing kept time for the wonderful sounds coming from her.

I hadn’t anticipated any of this.

Therefore I was both surprised and delighted.

It told me I was having the effect on her I wanted to have, maybe an even stronger one.

“DURGESH…Allah! DURGESH!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned after I’d been playing with her legs and bottom for a while. “My legs’re shakin’ so…bad I…I’m afraid I’m…gonna fall.”

“Lay down on the bed.” I told her. “On your back.”

She hesitated but briefly, and then did as I’d said.

I got to my feet and looked down at her.

It was a sight I’d seen in my dreams many times, now I was seeing it for real.

My Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was lying in my bed, her nude Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body flushed, her hair spread out on the sheets.

My Hindu erection, diamond-hard, lurched in my cutoffs.

The front of the shorts was soaking wet because pre-cum was almost gushing from me.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, didn’t notice, she had her eyes pressed tightly closed.

Her mouth sagged open slightly and she continued to gasp for breath.

Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts were erect.

Her nipples had grown even harder and looked even bigger, conveying to me that she was enjoying my Hindu actions.

I’d guess they jutted out from the pale pink flesh surrounding them.

I walked around to the other side of my king-sized bed, got on it, and crawled across so I was kneeling next to my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

Her extremely beautiful eyelids were still down, but she turned her Confident Proud and beautiful head to the side of the bed I was on.

I leaned over and pressed my lips against hers gently.

Since her mouth was partly open, I caressed her lips with my tongue.

That caused a soft moan and, very tentatively, her tongue touched mine.

When that happened, it was almost as if her lips and mine softened and the kiss turned into one unlike any kiss I’ve experienced before or since.

Waves of warmth and bliss spread through me and, for a second, I was afraid I’d come in my shorts.

I felt Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s hand come to rest gently on the back of my head and the kiss continued.

At long last, it ended, and I think both of us were equally saddened when that happened.

“Oh, DURGESH.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, murmured. “What are you doin’ to me?”

“I’m showing you what it’s like to be loved.” I replied.

“Oh, DURGESH, darlin’.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, replied.

She closed her eyes and a blissful smile curved her beautiful crimson lips.

I’d never in my life seen a smile like that on my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s face and felt a rush of pride at having put one there at long last.

I began kissing my way gently down over Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s body, from her mouth to her neck, and then to her upper chest.

At the same time, I trailed my fingers over the gentle swell of her abdomen.

Once again, I was treated to the sounds of her symphony of passion.

Her body began twisting and turning gently, too, almost as if she was lying on a waterbed.

It was as if she could no longer bear to lie still.

After kissing a considerable expanse of lovely, silky flesh, I was finally about to achieve my first objective of the day.

My Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s rigid nipple was so close I could reach out my hand and touch it, which I did.

“Gnahhhhhhh!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, cried her back arching. “Oh, DURGESH! Yā Allaaaaaaah!!”

I pinched her nipple again and again she reacted violently.

And she reacted exactly the same way when I did it a third time.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah, DURGESH, you’re makin’ me feel too good!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, cried.

I don’t think she was aware of it, but her hips had begun a rocking motion.

I was toying with the verge of her pubic hair with my fingers, but didn’t move them any lower.

“That feels way too good. If you keep doin’ that, I’m gonna go crazy!”

Despite her protests, I kept doing what I was doing.

In fact, I did more.

I slid my palm over a little more, wrapped my fingers around her right nipple, and pinched it.
“DURGESH! Oh, no! Oh, no! I’m gonna go crazy…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh…uh…uh…uh….uh… uh…uh….uh… uh…uh….uh… uh…uh….uh!” The sounds coming from Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s mouth were passionate, as was the motion of her body.

She grabbed hold of my head and didn’t seem to be able to decide whether she wanted to push me away or pull me closer while what was probably the first orgasm she had ever in her life flooded her.

In the middle of it, I moved my fingers from her right nipple to her left, and that seemed to cause her yet another powerful flare-up.

When, finally, her motions began calming and the volume of her passionate cries began to lower, I lifted my palm from Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breast and, kneeling next to her, pushed down my shorts, then kicked them across the room.

I turned back to Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, and gently tugged her legs apart, then moved so I was kneeling between them.

I shuffled forward until the head of my Hindu erection brushed the forest of light brown Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hair covering her middle.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, who’d been lying there with her eyes closed, opened them and gazed up at me with almost the same wide-eyed look she had when she first walked into my bedroom.

“DURGESH, you ain’t gonna hurt me, are you?” she murmured.

I leaned forward, supporting my upper body on my outstretched arms, and lowered myself so I could kiss her.

“There’s no way I’d ever purposely do anything to hurt you, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.” I said after the kiss ended.

I pushed myself back up, grabbed my Hindu erection, and slid the tip down through her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān labia.

She was, as I expected, sopping wet with the fluids of her excitement.

“Did that hurt?” I asked.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah, no!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, replied.

I repeated my action and this time a soft groan came from Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

Then I placed the tip of my rock-hard Uncut Hindu shaft in her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān opening and pushed my hips forward a little, until the entire Uncut Hindu tip was inside her.

I looked down at her face and saw an almost angelic look, so I slid myself into her a little further.

“DURGESH! Allah! That feels so good!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned.

I’m not sure if it was that I am that big – I have an average size Uncut Hindu Lund, I think – or if it was because she was so tight.

I do know that I was now in an extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman who was as tight, or hot, as my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

I kept sliding myself farther and farther into her until, at last, I could go no deeper.

I was so close to erupting I was afraid to move any more.

I held myself there, over my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body, my arms stiff, fighting the urge to explode with every fiber of my being.

“Feel…good?” I asked Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, as I looked down into her passion-filled face. I’d never seen her look more wonderful.

“Didn’t…know…doin’ sex…could…feel…like…this.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, gasped. “Didn’t never…know…I…could…feel…so…good.”

“You’re going to feel even better soon.” I assured her.

I pulled out until just the head of my Hindu erection was in her, then shoved it back in slowly.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah! !” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned. “DURGESH! If you keep doin’ that, you’re gonna make me go nuts again!”

“That’s the whole idea, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my darling, Mérī Jān!” I told her.

Fighting the urge to come every second, I began moving my Hindu erection in and out of her with steady thrusts.

Each one sent me up one notch higher on my own mountain of joy, and each notch took me a step closer to losing control.

Then I had no more control.

“Oh, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah!” I groaned as my churning insides unleashed and a torrent of my hot Hindu fluids began gushing from me.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah! That’s so hot! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmmmmm! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, cried.

I felt her beautiful hands clawing at my back and her hips shoving up against mine as her second – or maybe third – orgasm rocked her.

When, at last, we had spent our lust, we lay in each other’s arms, settling down, I still buried deepest into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Chapter 29

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

48. Making love and understanding everything

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

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

113. The everincreasing infinite lust

114. The women in my life

115. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

116.  A Deep Conflict-1

117. I’m never ashamed of it

118. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

119. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

122.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

123. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

128.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

129. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


I’m not defeated even yet-1

I’m not defeated even yet

Durgesh

Chapter 1

My wife, my daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh, daughter and I were tired.

We had hiked all afternoon up the mountain, then set-up camp for the night.

My daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh and I made us a nice camp, well organized, as my wife and daughter prepared dinner.

It might’ve been freeze-dried and instant food, but we all knew it was going to taste like manna from heaven after the long, hard 16-mile trek.

And it did.

We had just finished eating.

We were relaxing in the relatively warm night air around the fire, feeling the ache in our muscles, when the rain came.

It was a cloudburst and forced us to scramble getting our perishables into the large family-sized tent.

The hard rain only lasted for ten minutes or so, but it was enough to soak us all to the bone.

By the time, we were in the tent and buttoned-up against the elements, the rain had died down to a soft pitter-pat on the tent.

It was too late, though, to suit us.

We were all cold, wet, and miserable.

“We need to get out of these wet things as soon as possible,” my wife said, “or we’re all going to catch our death of cold.”

“No argument from me,” I said and my daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh and daughter chimed-in with their agreement.

“Then let’s get started.” my wife said.

“Sure,” I agreed. “Let me help you put up the divider.”

My wife Almas Durrānī and I unraveled the fabric divider and hung it across the middle of the tent.

My daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh collected his ‘Ammī in law’ and ‘wife’’s backpacks, put them on the other side and spread out the sleeping bags while we worked.

My daughter Åāýéshah Muħammad, pretty much, just stood around and shivered while dripping a puddle on the floor near the door of the tent.

Durgesh couldn’t help but notice how her nipples stuck out underneath her wet T-shirt and bra.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā , how she’d grown!’ Durgesh must have thought.

It was written all over his handsome, yet full of his open Hindu lust for my extremely beautiful daughter, face.

I smiled.

These Hindus can never improve.

They want to fuck Musalmān Beauties always, irrespective of even the presence of their Ammī and Abbū.

However, I knew my daughter too.

She was a real looker: long blonde hair like silk, nicely rounded grown-up Musalmān breasts, a tiny waist, and a tight perky round Musalmān butt that just ached to be patted by Durgesh.

Once we had the divider up, the girls went underneath to their side.

They started to change, while Durgesh and I stayed on our side and did the same.

“Do you mind if we have the lantern, guys?” my wife asked, “It’s too dark over here to see what we’re doing.”

I picked it up and hoisted it over the divider and my wife took it.

“Thanks.”

She set it down, but it must’ve been against the far wall of the tent because the girls’ shadows fell across the divider.

I didn’t notice at first.

My daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh and I started to change out of our wet clothes.

I did notice, though, that when we both got down to our underwear, he turned away from me.

He wasn’t normally shy in front of me and I wasn’t shy in front of him either.

Then I noticed the shadows on the divider and saw the outline of my wife and daughter.

They were two naked Musalmān beauties.

It was like a soft-core porno flick of silhouettes just three feet from my daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh and me.

As I stared, I felt Durgesh starting to get hard and I hurriedly turned my back to my daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh as he had done to me.

These Hindus can never improve, I told myself.

They haven’t any taqvā in the matter at all.

I knew Durgesh very well.

He had no morals in the matter.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was my own real sister.

Durgesh was her adopted son.

Yet, they were fucking each other now, openly, ever unashamed.

Not only Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, my cousin, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad was also having the same illicit sexual relations with the same Durgesh.

Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad was one more so.

Rābiyah Altamash was one more so.

Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb was one more so.

One can easily understand how many ‘one more sos’ were there.

Apparently, Durgesh was their son, and they were his Ammīs.

Yet, he was fucking all of them, some of them secretly, but some of them even openly, entirely not ashamed of it, even the least.

It was his routine.

It was a normal relationship Durgesh had with his Ammīs (?).

Allah, mérī taubah!

Allah, mérī taubah!

And my own daughter, Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī, had chosen Durgesh her own boyfriend.

I was thinking of my wife, Almas Durrānī, how long was she safe from Durgesh’s everravenous Uncut Hindu Penis for elder Musalmān Cunts.

He was used to fuck all the extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies, once he fucks any one of them.

He had a vast record, with no repentance at all.

I quickly put it out of my mind, as it was not good for my own relations with my daughter, Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī.

I peeled my wet underwear off, and then put on my jogging pants and a T-shirt.

The dry clothing made me feel instantly warmer, but a chill was still deep in my bones.

“Hey, hon? Did you pack any liquor?”

Usually, we would take along some brandy or whiskey.

Liquid was difficult to haul in a pack, due to the weight, so we’d opt for the hard stuff…more punch for less weight.

It was handy to have if we needed it for first aid, but usually it served as a nightcap and a little touch of civilization on our backpacking trips.

“Yeah, you read my mind.” my wife replied, “It’s in the outside pocket of your pack.”

“Oh, thanks! Make me carry it, huh?”

“The only way to travel, my dear, Al Muħammad Al Qāzī!”

While I was chagrined at having been duped, I was grateful to my wife, Almas Durrānī, when I found four pints of whiskey tucked in around my socks and underwear.

“Wow. You weren’t fooling around. Planning a party or something?” I asked when I found it.

“Well, they forecasted this rain and I thought it’d be nice if we got caught in it. Help warm us up a bit, you know?”

“Us? You mean the kids, too?”

My daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh, just pulling his T-shirt on over his head, looked at me with eyes as big as quarters.

“Well, I guess a little wouldn’t hurt,” my wife, Almas Durrānī, said. “Do you think?”

“Sure, Dad,” Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī quickly added, “Durgesh and I are just as cold as you and Ammī. It’s only fair.”

I looked at my daughter, Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh and smiled, “OK. I guess we all deserve a little. It’s been kind of a tough hike so far. But you two be careful,” I said looking at Durgesh “I don’t want to be responsible for getting my own kids drunk. And I especially don’t wanting anyone getting sick.”

“We won’t dad,” Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzīwhined from the other side of the divider.

I got a bottle out and buttoned up my pack.

As Durgesh turned around, he saw the silhouette of my naked daughter, Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī.

She was sticking out her chest and arching her back as she pulled her nightgown on over her head.

Durgesh glanced over at me and noticed I was staring too, but at my own wife, Almas Durrānī’s shadow.

Then I noticed Almas Durrānī’s image bent over her backpack, her large, naked Musalmān breasts shaking as she stuffed clothing down toward the bottom.

Durgesh was staring at her too.

Allah, I couldn’t blame Durgesh this time.

Only an impotent could control him.

Then why blame Durgesh?

This must be torture.

Then I became aware of my own growing erection and sat down before he noticed.

My movement must’ve distracted him because he quickly looked at me and smiled confidently, as he sat down across from me.

“Quite a show, huh?” I whispered.

“No kidding.” Durgesh smiled immediately without any hesitation at all.

I was astonished at his Hindu daring.

He was commenting to a Musalmān husband and Musalmān father that his Musalmān wife and Musalmān daughter were quite a show with their extremely enticing, extremely beautiful, Musalmān nudity.

He even didn’t try to be modest about it.

Allah, why these Hindus behave so always, when it comes to Musalmān Beauties?

Why they are so horny?

Why they are so bold?

I just patted him on the arm and opened the bottle of whiskey.

“Here,” I told him, “You look like you need it, but just a little tiny sip.”

He smiled,

“Sorry, I never use wine.”

“What? Are you mad?” I looked at Durgesh incredulously.

“No.” Durgesh was still smiling, “Actually, I don’t want to be.”

“Wow. That burns.”

“Warms your insides, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Durgesh said smiling.

Then, I took the bottle and swallowed deeply.

Allah, it felt good.

The chill seemed to disappear and it was replaced with a warm, cozy feeling.

Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī, my daughter, came from underneath the divider to sit with us on our sleeping bags.

I handed her the bottle and admonished her not to take too much.

She, too, felt warmed, but didn’t quite like the taste.

Soon, Almas Durrānī, my wife, took down the divider and we had more room to spread out.

We were warmer now and fairly tired, so we took the opportunity to lay across our bags and talk as we drank our whiskey…enjoying the feel of our warm bed clothes and soft sleeping bags.

The kids seemed pretty chatty, an extremely rare occurrence for teenagers, and Almas Durrānī and I were loving it.

I could tell just by looking in her eyes that we were kind of re-discovering our children…or perhaps getting to know them for the first time as the adults they were so quickly becoming.

Either way, it was great and we were both enjoying their company.

Before we knew it, the bottle was empty and I relented to pleadings from everyone to break out another one.

I think we were all enjoying the time and didn’t want it to end.

We were also just starting to get warm enough to forget how cold we were earlier.

Then it seemed like no time when I got out the third bottle.

We were all having a great time passing the whiskey around and talking about everything and anything.

It was obvious the kids felt like adults and they seemed to be coming out of their shells.

I also wondered if maybe they were getting drunk.

Either way, though, it was great to have them be so open with us, a nice and welcome change, so neither Almas Durrānī nor I wanted it to end.

I guess that’s why I don’t even remember getting out the last bottle.

Then again, I guess Almas Durrānī and I were getting kind of lit too.

I eventually concluded that “lit” wasn’t the word for it.

The whiskey seemed to hit me all at once and I realized suddenly that I was three sheets to the wind, practically knockdown drunk.

As I watched Almas Durrānī talking, I realized she was close to blitzed, but doing pretty good hiding it from the kids.

Amazingly, though, I couldn’t tell if our kids were drunk.

Durgesh just jabbered away about college and Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī talked non-stop about her girlfriends and the latest trends they were into.

Then something Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī said caught my attention.

“No Ammī, I’m not that kind of pretty, I mean, the kind boys are really interested in. Durgesh is more than enough for me. He is a thousand, or even more, men, alone. I’m not enough to satisfy him. I always fail. And therefore, I always surrender and love him very much. I suggest you to try him.”

I was suddenly all-alert, despite my immense intoxication.

What was it happening?

My daughter was suggesting her Ammī, to try her Hindu boyfriend.

No fear that I’d slap her.

Allah, Hindus make Musalmān Beauties too, shameless.

I couldn’t believe it was my own daughter.

“Of course you are.” Almas Durrānī, my wife, replied, “You’re a gorgeous Musalmān girl. I’m sure all the Hindu boys find you attractive. You have beautiful blue eyes, lovely hair, and a terrific figure. Don’t you think so, Al Muħammad Al Qāzī?”

Thankfully, I was listening.

“Yeah!” I said a little too quickly, “Jeez, Åāýéshah Muħammad. Get a clue. You’ve turned into a very sexy Musalmān girl and any Hindu boy that has you, should be damn grateful.”

“Oh, Abbū. You’re drunk.”

“That may be.” Everyone laughed as I laid down on my back and folded my hands underneath my head, “But I still think You’re one hell of a hot Musalmān babe.”

There was an awkward silence as Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī blushed and looked away.

I couldn’t help but notice her large, round Musalmān breasts heaving underneath her cotton nightgown as she breathed heavily.

I was right, Allah, damn it.

She was hot and there was no doubt about it.

Durgesh was lucky that he fucked her.

What if she was my daughter?

She had a Musalmān Cunt too, nevertheless.

And she had every right to let Durgesh fill it with his Uncut Hindu Penis.

What if Durgesh is a Hindu?

My daughter should always get what she wanted.

After all, she was my daughter, Al Muħammad Al Qāzī’s.

Wasn’t she?

“What about me?” Durgesh asked, “Musalmeen don’t like that Musalmān girls like me, do they?” he whined.

Yeah, my daughter, Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh was kinda drunk.

Kinda drunk!

NOT drunk.

He was intoxicated with the nudity of two Musalmān Beauties.

But you gotta hand it to him.

He was not gonna be left out of the conversation.

He’d make his own way…even if he had to appeal to female pity.

Smart kid.

“No baby,” his Ammī in law, my wife, Almas Durrānī, cooed, “Come here. Sit next to me you handsome Hindu devil. You need some lovings.”

Durgesh scooted over next to his Ammī in law and leaned into her outstretched arms.

I couldn’t help but notice he rested his Hindu face right on her nightgown-covered Musalmān breasts.

If I weren’t so drunk, I’d almost swear he smiled at me.

Perhaps telling me,

“Sālé, Musalmān, térī béŧī ko to main chod chukā. Ab aaj térī bīvī ko bhī chodkar dikha doonga, térī apnī ānkhon ké sāmné. Agar Vāqaī apnī Musalmān Ammī kā doodh piya hai, to mujhé rok kar dikha. I challenge you, impotent!”

Chapter 2

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

48. Making love and understanding everything

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

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

93.. The everincreasing infinite lust

94. The women in my life

95. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

96.  A Deep Conflict-1

97. I’m never ashamed of it

98. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

99. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

100. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

101. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

102.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

103. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

108.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

109. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

110. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

111. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

112. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

113. HVS law internationals : 1

114. HVS law internationals : 2

115. HVS law internationals : 3

116. HVS law internationals : 4

117. HVS law internationals : 5

118. They conspired against me

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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More on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. ‘According to facts’: ‘Yaathaatathyatah’

2. According to Hinduism: We must be polite, not coward

3. Aheism can’t win Hinduism/Ved

4. Casteism is NOT an intgral part of Hinduism:’Samaanee prapaa sah vonnabhaagah’ ”Same drinking same share of food.’

5. Hinduism builds its society on SUKR’TS/Noble doers:’Imaam naareem Sukr’te dadhaat’

6. Hinduism is PRINCIPLES BASED , not PERSON BASED

7. One should not wish to die: Ved hates death

8. RELIGIOUS DEMOCRACY in Hinduism: Ekam sadvipra bahudhaa vadanti

9. Sanyas is not the goal of Hinduism

10. Sati tradition was an Aasur Tradition, not Vedic at all


The everbest wives: 3

The everbest wives

Durgesh

Chapter 1: No Hindu, Please!

Chapter 2: Only Hindus, Please! The discovery

Chapter 3

I do hate hypocrisy

My son and I were hanging out at home and my husband went out for the night.

We had been fooling around for close to a year now, but had never gone all the way, ever since he graduated high school.

We were making out on his bed and he was fondling with my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts.

Yes, I loved Durgesh, my son.

Who doesn’t?

Every Musalmān Beauty, irrespective of her age, is mad today to have Durgesh’s, my son’s, Uncut Hindu Penis into her Musalmān Cunt, even if only once.

My son, Durgesh, is the dream Hindu lover of each and every Musalmān Beauty now.

He is fucking the best Musalmān Beauties, more than thousands, 24×7.

Rather, the best Musalmān Beauties, more than thousands even, are fucking Durgesh now 24×7.

Durgesh has the everbest dream Hindu Penis for every Musalmān Beauty.

After a while, we were getting more involved and we both started pressing our lower areas together, harder and harder.

He was on top and I was lifting up off the bed just to push harder.

I unbuttoned his shirt and saw his pale chest, he unbuttoned mine and proceeded to remove my bra, with his other hand he started rubbing my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, slow and hard at first, but he gradually got harder and faster, it felt so good, so alive.

It was clear now that he was enjoying this, you could easily tell through his pants.

I looked at the size of “it” and realized I wanted to get myself some of that, so I grabbed it, on top of the clothes at first, it was a lot bigger than what I thought it would be, despite the fact in the past he told me it was small – trust me it wasn’t small.

I played with it as best as I could from outside the clothes, but after a while I wanted more, so I slid my hand inside his pants and rubbed it.

It was so warm and so hard; I could tell from his breathing he was enjoying it.

In the mean time he had put his hand inside my panties and was rubbing, I was getting really wet, and he knew too, and just when I wasn’t expecting it, he slid his pointer and middle finger inside, it went in more easily than I had thought.

He started moving them in and out.

My son finger fucking me.

Allah!

My Hindu son was finger fucking me.

I was almost ready to burst with pleasure.

With his other hand, and my other hand we gradually worked each other’s bottom halves of clothes off, as it got more intense.

We were both sweating.

His room was really hot but neither of us cared.

He never uses a condom.

How beautiful.

To have his hot Hindu semen directly into your ravenous Musalmān Pussy, is itself a great pleasure, a Musalmān Beauty can dream of.

Allah!

Måshā Allah!

Subħān Allah!

What a son!

What a Hindu son!

He puts an end to the necessity of a husband, even.

Once Durgesh fucks, a Musalmān Beauty always wants to have his Uncut Hindu Penis inside her Musalmān Pussy, ever.

Oh, I watched him, he was very vivacious, we didn’t start straight away, we slowed down with passionate kisses, and then he kissed me slowly and steadily down my chest, around both my extremely alluring Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts and then finally reached “it”.

Durgesh started playing around with his Hindu lips and kissing.

Only Hindus could do it.

Only Hindus kiss your Musalmān Cunts, your Musalmān buttocks, with intense masculine Hindu love for us Musalmān Beauties.

It is prohibited in Islam, strictly.

So, never expect any Musalmān male to do it.

Disappointed?

Why should you?

Kick the Musalmān males with your proud Musalmān feet.

Have a Hindu lover.

Have a Hindu lover.

We need Hindu lover to live and enjoy a healthy sex life.

Musalmān males don’t deserve us Musalmān Beauties.

Only Hindu males deserve us.

Only Hindu males are as sexy as we sex starved Musalmān Beauties are.

They love to fuck us Musalmān Beauties.

So, be an intelligent Musalmān woman and take advantage of it.

Welcome Uncut Hindu Penis into your ravenous Musalmān Cunt and enjoy your life as you never enjoyed before.

It felt soooo nice.

I was so alive and felt sort of tingly. After a little while of that, he stopped and we hugged, lying down of course.

Feeling our bare skin together, sent, shivers down my spine.

I’ve been waiting for this Moment.

This it! I was finally going to have sex with my son.

Durgesh slid it into me.

Yes, Durgesh slid his Uncut Hindu Penis into my very ravenous Musalmān Cunt.

And he went gentle and slow.

But as Durgesh got harder and faster, all I could feel was absolute pleasure.

The endless great sexual bliss.

As we did it, we kissed occasionally and we pulled each other even closer with our arms.

Durgesh had so much sexual Hindu energy, he just kept on thrusting.

He was fucking me harder than his father ever had.

Vishvās Shakr Mānav was good, even better than the other Hindus, but NOT the best.

His son was the best.

Durgesh has outexcelled his own Pitr’shrī, Vishvās Shakr Mānav, too.

My everravenous Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was telling me it.

And her decision was the final decision.

My friend, Imāmzādī Ħuairah Qāzī, was right.

Only your son can fuck you so eagerly, so madly and with such an immense pride.

You can’t have another penis so young, so eager, and so crazy for you, into your aging cunt.

Your son, only your son, can fuck you with such an immense respect.

Allah, what a great decision I had taken when I started to love Durgesh as my son.

I never dreamed of him as my son.

Ab initio, he was my lover.

My youngest Hindu lover.

You hate me for it?

Okay, go ahead and hate me for it, as much as you want.

But, I am not ashamed of it ever.

You hypocrites!

Don’t you dream of a young, eager, ferocious, savage penis into your cunt even when you are aging?

Yes, we all do.

But, most of us are hypocrites.

We don’t want to acknowledge it even to our own self.

I hate hypocrisy.

I planned, deliberately, for it.

Durgesh was an incredibly handsome boy.

Every woman was loving him, kissing him, hugging him.

I took advantage of it.

I kissed him on his Hindu lips.

All the women watching me laughed at me.

“Don’t kiss him on his lips, Al Tauħīd!” my friend, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī, Al Kħadījah Al Waħāb, laughed, “Your husband will be enormously jealous of my son.”

I winked at her,

“Your son is my new husband, idiot.”

All the women present there, laughed open heartedly.

They thought it my mischief.

None of them suspected ever that I meant it.

Well, I’m not the everfirst woman in the history of entire humanity who did it.

Ever read, ever hear the history of Pradyumn, the eldest son of Lord Kr’shñ?

I bet his wife did the same.

Hindus are always the best for sex.

Only their womankind is cold, coldest rather, eating vegetables ever.

But it is best for us Musalmān Beauties.

If Hindus’ womankind can’t provide as much sex to them as they need, say ‘Allaho Akbar’ and replace them in the life of eversexy Hindus.

We Musalmān Beauties are also eversexy.

We are non-vegetarians.

We use burkahs.

We are sex starved, no contact with opposite sex even normally as the others do have.

Who are the best men for us Musalmān Beauties than Hindus?

You hadn’t realized it before?

Well, think of it, now.

Durgesh slowed down eventually.

I assumed he had come.

It was the most pleasurable feeling I had ever experienced…
we lied there together naked and I fell asleep on his chest, feeling his heart beat and the soft rise and swell of his chest.

When I woke up, he was still asleep, I smiled and rose up, and I kissed him softly on the Hindu lips, and as I did you-know-what got a bit harder.

I’d thought about sucking him off before but that’s not something I’m into, but I thought, I love my son so much, why not…

So I went down there, and played with it to try and get it erect.

I touched it and peeled back his foreskin.

Yes, Foreskin!

The everbest part of an Uncut Hindu Penis providing matchless sexual bliss to us Musalmān Beauties when into our Musalmān Cunts.

The Muslims can’t provide it ever to their women.

They cut it to meet Islamic norms and requirements.

Yes, the Foreskin on a penis makes a man eversexy.

That’s why the Muslims are required to cut it, to avoid being eversexy.

But that’s what the entire womankind need.

Eversexy men.

What else?

Now, do you understand why we Musalmān Beauties are crazy for Uncut Hindu Penis?

Well, you must.

I kissed the tender bit it revealed and as I did, it got a LOT harder.

I think he was awake and in fact, the more I think about it, I’m almost sure he was awake.

But I knew he wouldn’t say, because he didn’t want me to stop.

As it got really hard, I slipped it in my mouth,

It didn’t taste too gross as I remembered from other experiences and it felt kind of nice having it in my mouth.

I couldn’t get close to fitting it all in so when I had finished pleasuring him by sucking it, I licked up and down the sides, which he enjoyed.

Durgesh “woke up” a little while later, and we lay together talking about what we had liked and what we hadn’t.

And then he surprised me further by asking me if I wanted to take a shower with him.

I said,

“Of course I do, you silly Hindu boy!” and we raced into the bathroom.

We ran the water and made it a temperature we agreed on.

And we got in.

He washed me.

What a wash!

He started at my feet moving slowly up, as he got to “it” he started kissing harder, but I requested him to keep moving up.

He paid particular attention around my nipples which I liked, and then we kissed, slow and passionate.

I told him I didn’t want to lick him too; he looked disappointed until I told him the reason was because I wanted to have sex with him again.

Durgesh slid his Uncut Hindu dick into my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

It felt different in the shower, standing up, but I liked it.

He moved in and out, and it felt so nice, after about complete three hours, I wanted to try a new position so I turned the shower off.

We got out, still wet.

Well I was for more than one reason and I got him to sit down on the bathroom floor.

I sat on his Uncut Hindu dick facing the same way as him.

His Uncut Hindu dick sort of came up from under me.

Durgesh used his arms to lift me up and down.

“Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad,” Durgesh winked at me, fucking me, “Your ravenous Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt is gripping my Uncut Hindu Penis greedily, hungrily, and ravenously.”

“Why shouldn’t it, you idiot? It waited it to happen, impatiently, for years.”

“I love you, Ammī darling!”

“I love you too, my son.” I kissed Durgesh passionately, “I love you even since you didn’t understand this true meaning of love that we are enjoying.”

I really liked it.

I could tell he was NOT getting tired even a bit.

He was enjoying his Ammī’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy passionately.

Even he was playing with my nude Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.

We did it for hours.

How many?

I don’t know.

I’d already lost counting.

“Why most of the persons are so against of incest, Ammī?” Durgesh kissed me.

“They are hypocrites, darling.” I returned back his passionate Hindu kisses, “They all dream of it, but they are not intelligent and brave enough to plan and enjoy it.”

I then got off, grabbed him by the hand and we went out into the lounge room.

I sat him down on a chair and held his Uncut Hindu dick on a 45-degree angle.

I slid down onto it, moved up and down on it, making it so Durgesh didn’t have to do any work.

This turned Durgesh on heaps so he got me and lied me down on the carpet.

So he was sort of sitting up and I was lying down.

Durgesh thrust his Uncut Hindu dick in so hard, I felt sooo good.

And when he lied down on top of me and started going even harder, I’m sure we both had an orgasm simultaneously.

We screamed with delight: I don’t know what the neighbors thought, neither cared.

It was our life we had to enjoy, not theirs.

It felt soooo good.

Durgesh asked me if I wanted to try anal sex.

I’d never really thought about it much so I thought I’d give it a go.

He got me to bend over in the bathroom again with my hands on the side of the bath and he was standing up.

Durgesh got me to spread my legs apart, but when he tried to put it in he had a bit of trouble.

I told him we’d probably need a lubricant.

Durgesh found some shampoo in the bathroom cupboard; he spread it all over my arse.

And I spread it all over his Uncut Hindu dick, which he really liked.

Durgesh tried again, and it hurt a bit, but he got it in and started quite slow, moving in and out.

I didn’t like it as much as I thought I would, but I think Durgesh liked it.

We did this for about one hour, and then we decided we’d try something else.

I asked my son if he’d like to make love with me again.

He said “yes, of course” and pounced on me, which shocked me at first but with his vitality, it turned me on real good.

He went slower this time, but it still felt nice.

We didn’t do it for long, but instead we decided to have a 69er.

So I turned around and started sucking his Uncut Hindu Penis while he kissed my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt with his Hindu lips.

It felt sooo nice.

And Durgesh was very aroused.

We all decided then my Musalmān husband, Imām Åbdul Qādir Ghazālī, would be home soon.

It was about 6:00am and that we should get clean.

So we got in the shower together.

It felt nice rubbing up against my son’s bare skin, but we agreed beforehand, no more sex, because it was now unsafe.

We got washed up.

And we had already started looking forward to the next time; my Musalmān husband, Imām Åbdul Qādir Ghazālī, would leave us home alone.

Chapter 4

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

48. Making love and understanding everything

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

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. The everincreasing infinite lust

88. The women in my life

89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

90.  A Deep Conflict-1

91. I’m never ashamed of it

92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

93. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

94. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

95. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

96. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

97. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

98. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 6

99. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

100. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

101. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

102. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

103.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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