KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 4

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 4

Durgesh Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah

 THE PAST – JUNE 2002 – Makkah Mukarramah

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah whispered as she glided across the moonlit room, stopping only when her young, highly educated, sophisticated, strong and thoroughly confident, yet still  trembling, knees gently brushed against the silk sheets on my king size bed,

“Durgesh,”

“Durgesh darling, are you awake?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked again as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah leant over my Hindu male body, purring into my ear, her tongue twitching just an inch away, already eager to lick inside me.

No don’t, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought to herself, pulling back even as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her nipples stiffen and arch toward me.

Lifting the soft sheet away from my golden Hindu male skin Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t help but gasp as my black pubic hairs came into view, and then Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had to fight herself from grabbing hold of me as my long, fat Uncut Hindu Shaft  appeared, lying proudly on my thick thigh.
Allah, yā Allah, oh God it’s so big, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought for the hundredth time.

Her gaze locked on the big Uncut Hindu Lund head, so much bigger than Muħammad’s or Shankar Mahāpralayankar‘s, the only other ones Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had ever seen.

Licking her lips, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wondered what it’d feel like to run her tongue over my Hindu balls and up my long Uncut Hindu Shaft, what it would feel like to pop the fat Uncut Hindu Lund head between her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips!

Moreover, what my universally renowned Hindu sperm would taste like as it dribbled down her hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān throat.
Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew from her own previous experience I wouldn’t wake unless Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah did something crazy, that I was almost impossible to rouse once I’d fallen asleep.

“Oh Durgesh darling, please make your little young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter feel better,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pled silently to my inert form as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah slipped under the sheet and fit herself against me.

It had surprised me the first time Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had lain in bed next to me while I slept and had felt me stiffen, thinking at first I must have awakened.

It was only after spending a number of nights in My extremely expensive king sized bed that she’d realized just how often my Hindu erections occurred, how again and again as the hours passed my great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Lund  would lengthen and fatten as I slept.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had learned to delight in the feeling of my unique miraculous Hindu hardness against herself.

Over the past four months, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had taken to occasionally sneaking into my extremely expensive king sized bed as I slept.

Although most nights she’d only stay two or three hours before fleeing back to her room, her young adult highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot tingling as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah fled.

Only twice had Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah stayed right through till morning but both times I woke to find her dressed demurely in her most conservative p.j.’s, always accepting her lame Musalmān excuses for being there.

I was never suspecting she’d lain naked in my Hindu arms for hours, playing with, kissing, licking and sucking, extremely unashamed of herself, my great unique Uncut Hindu Lund.

Well, why should Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah be ashamed of herself?

Hadn’t Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah always watched every young Musalmān Beauty, even more grown up Musalmān Beauties too, doing the same thing with me, almost without even a single exception?

Even if I was not available, the Musalmān Beauties do the same thing with other available powerful Hindus.

Don’t they?

Yes, the Musalmān Beauties believe Hindus have their Kundalinī aroused when their Uncut Hindu Lund is aroused.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah never understood what this bloody Kundalinī was that was related with Hindus’ Uncut Hindu Lund.

Neither Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah ever cared to know and find out.

It’s enough for her to enjoy Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund in her ravenous virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, to kiss, to lick and to suck it as much as she loved to, every night.

Thank you Ammī.

It was good you left Abbū, Imām Muħammad Åbdullah, and succeeded in Live in Relationship Partnership with ever great Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah often wondered what would have happened of Musalmān Beauties if Durgesh and other Hindus were not there.

Musalmīn are never interested in spectacular sex.

They are too religious to resort to it.

Here at Makkah Mukarramah the hypocrisy is more dominant.

Everyone without any bloody exception wants to prove he is more religious than the rest of him or her.

Shame on all the bloody hypocrites.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knows very well that they are not religious actually.

They are bloody hypocrites.

Most of them are actually bisexual or blunt gay males.

They enjoy Uncut Hindu Lund into their own ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass.

They too love it there.

That’s why Hindus are so many in services and other jobs in Saůūdī Årab, Middle East and in other Musalmān countries.

The over religiousness of the Musalmīn has made Musalmīn haters of their penis.

It had ultimately resulted in their losing interest in it.

Consequently, they lost their interest in its proper care.

Consequently, further, their penis became most shameful organ for them.

The Musalmīn became ashamed of their own penis.

It resulted in losing its worth gradually.

Eventually they lost its hardness.

Without hardness, they are only an organ for urinating, for nothing else.

It started bisexuality in Musalmīn and gay males in Musalmīn became a general thing.

Over religiousness and Jihad have done it.

Even now, the intellectual eyes of the Musalmīn are not opened.

The over religiousness is still flourishing in Musalmīn more and more day by day.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wondered to where it would lead Musalmīn.

To absolute impotence?

Well, they are already there the Musalmān Beauties think.

Why otherwise the Musalmān Beauties have replaced them with Durgesh and other Hindus under this or that pretext?

Ramesh Majūmdār is Sheikħ Muħammad Ħanīf’s driver only.

But actually, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knows Ramesh Majūmdār is fucking Sheikħ Muħammad Ħanīf’s Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass too.

It’s Ramesh Majūmdār’s actual duty, Ramesh Majūmdār is being paid for.

Sheikħ Muħammad Ħanīf’s friends also enjoy Ramesh Majūmdār’s Uncut Hindu Lund in their Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass too.

They also pay Ramesh Majūmdār for it.

Ramesh Majūmdār is actually a Hindu male prostitute.

So are the other Hindus working in Saůūdī Årab, Middle East and in other Musalmān countries.

Their Kāmsūtr trained Uncut Hindu Lund are serving now almost entire Musalmān pussies as well as the entire Musalmān asses too whether males are females.

The first time I’d ejaculated as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah lay next to me I’d been stunned, sure that I must be awake as my ropy strands splashed against her stomach and thighs.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah fled that first time, my sticky Hindu cream oozing down her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah ran, but had been unable to stop giggling as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah threw herself onto her extremely expensive king sized bed.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah tasted my universally renowned Hindu sperm for the first time that night, dipping her finger again and again through the dripping Hindu cream, reveling in its Hindu aroma and flavor as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah sucked my excellent exquisite Hindu seed off her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān finger.

Since that first night, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah’d often seen me come, and increasingly had had to fight herself from straddling me and taking me inside herself as I slept.

But Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew that Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had to be patient only a little while longer, that we’d be in Europe soon, knew that for ten weeks we’d be together and that inevitably we’d make love then.

Still, tonight Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah’d decided to spend the night in My extremely expensive king sized bed, have me awaken to her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body curled against me, preparing me for what was to come, for what she’d already started to desire.*

“Sweetie, wake up! What are you doing in my bed honey?” was the first thing Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah heard the next morning as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah woke to me gently shaking her shoulder.

“Oh Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah murmured while stretching and moving so the silk sheet slid below her Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān breasts, her ruby tipped nipples immediately jumping erect.

“I had a nightmare Durgesh, a terrible nightmare,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said in a little girl’s voice as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah deliberately leaned over towards me, letting me feel her nipple brush against my Hindu chest.

“But honey, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I started to protest, my eyes raking over her firm, ripe teenage Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body.

“But what Durgesh?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah interrupted, suddenly remembering how Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had awoken late in the night and felt my big Uncut Hindu Shaft pumping a nocturnal emission of rich, white sauce across her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bum and thighs.

“You’re not,… I mean you’re not dressed Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, you’re naked,” I complained with a catch in my voice, “and you are not a little girl anymore. You are now quite young grown up and adult.”

“I always sleep nude now Durgesh, just like you,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said smiling. “I love feeling the soft silk against my skin,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah added, feeling now the caked stickiness that still hung on her back and thighs, my universally renowned Hindu sperm coating her.

“You’re my young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter sweetie. You know people wouldn’t understand you sleeping naked in your Hindu father’s bed.”

“You sleep naked,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pouted. “And besides, who cares what other people think?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah demanded as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pressed insistently against me. “Besides, you’ve seen me naked before already always – I am your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter! And you’re my Durgesh darling,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah added indignantly, “You’re supposed to see my naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body. Is something wrong with it?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked laying back and spreading her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs and arms, opening herself to her my inspection.

“Of course not Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah! It’s just that you’re a big girl now. You’ve become a woman honey,” I smiled now as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah saw my Uncut Hindu Lund rise from its resting place, lengthening relentlessly upwards against my stomach. “It’s not right for you to sleep in my bed. You shouldn’t look at me honey when I’m naked,” I insisted as I saw her eager ravenous extremely beautiful extremely naughty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān eyes drift downward to my extremely sensitive ever awakening Hindu giant.

“Even though I had a nightmare Durgesh? I was so scared,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned fearfully.

I couldn’t stop myself from pulling Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  into my warm Hindu arms, couldn’t stop myself from asking, “What was your bad dream about baby?”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I had sincerely forgotten we both were adult and absolutely naked now.

“It was dark Durgesh, so dark,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered, her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips  just inches from my Hindu male lips. “They attacked me Durgesh, in a dark alley, three of them, they were so big, so ugly,… they hurt me Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah added, whimpering now.

“Who sweetie? Who were they? What did they do to you honey?”

“They hit me Durgesh… so hard, and then they tore the clothes from my trembling body. They scared me so much Durgesh! They were foreigners… Indian Hindus  I think, medium, but quite handsome, sophisticated men with no beards at all. They wanted to rape me Durgesh, despoil me because I’m a Musalmān Beauty …. Oh Durgesh, they were so ravenous  and they made me do terrible things,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said, her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body now trembling in my Hindu arms.

“What things Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked, horror now etched on my face, clearly living her worst nightmare, the defilement of one of my so many young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughters, but unable now not to hear all the gruesome details.

“Oh Durgesh! It was so terrible,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah cried as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wriggled in my Hindu arms, the blond curls on her extremely beautiful young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān pubic mound being crushed by my pulsing Uncut Hindu Shaft. “The big, fat, greasy one put his thing in my Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh, he made me swallow him. Allah, yā Allah, oh God, I gagged Durgesh, each time he pushed it into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān throat…it hurt Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wept, her face contorted into a grimace of disgust, “….and then one of the other ones put his finger in my rear, into my … oh, anus,… you know, my sacred religious excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bum Durgesh…then he put his Uncut Hindu Penis, his big Uncut Hindu Penis ….they weren’t circumcised Durgesh… it was awful, filthy…”

“It’s okay sweetie, please stop, it’s okay don’t cry. It was just a dream Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah,” her handsome Durgesh insisted as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah sobbed, trembling in my strong Hindu arms. “Durgesh will never let you be hurt by anyone honey,” I promised, even as my rock hard great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Lund tried to burrow into her excellent exquisite extremely smooth Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān stomach.

“What about next year Durgesh? When I’m away at school… all alone… there are so many Indian Hindus  in Makkah Mukarramah  Durgesh, legally or illegally. Does it matter? They hate us Musalmīn Durgesh. They hate us because we’re religious and good looking, healthy, smart, and happy and Musalmīn and Saůūdī Årab … They think all of us Musalmīn are terrorists.”

“I’ll always protect you sweetie,” I promised again as I kissed the tears from her beautiful cheeks.

“You promise Durgesh?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah demanded as her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips  found my Hindu male lips skillfully cunningly under false disguise that she was still frightened .

She was certainly not.

She was fully conscious and quite aware of her every deliberate attempt that she was deliberately seducing me.

“Forever Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I insisted as I moved my burning Hindu male lips over her face, swallowing her salty tears.

“I wish there were more men like you Durgesh. I wish I could find a Hindu boyfriend as handsome and nice as you, someone big and strong to protect me, the boys at school aren’t anything like you,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah purred, her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body trembling in my strong Hindu arms.

“Oh Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I laughed, but with a tinge of regret evident in my voice. “You’ll find a nice Hindu boy of your own age soon sweetie, a Hindu boy you’ll fall in love with, a Hindu boy you’ll want to marry and start a family with,” I continued, but Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could see I was happy and excited with her compliment.

“I don’t want a boy Durgesh… and no one’s as handsome as you Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah hugged me even tighter, forcing me to feel my little Musalmān girl’s now ripe young quite adult naked female Musalmān body.

“God honey, I’m an old man, way too old and feeble for a beautiful young Musalmān girl like you,” I protested, but made no attempt to move away, in fact seemed to push my hard Uncut Hindu Shaft even harder into her.

“No you’re not! All my friends think you’re sooo hot.”

“Yeah sure,” I responded, a pride spreading across my face. “I can just see all your eighteen year old high school girlfriends thinking I’m hot,” I finished, clearly enchanted with the thought of her sexy teenage friends getting off on me.

“You’re too only thirty-three Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah crooned into my ear, loving the feel of My Uncut Hindu Lund throbbing against herself. “When you came out last Sunday in your Speedo I thought both Fātimah Imām and Qamarunnisā’ Zaidī were going to attack you.”

“No way!” I exclaimed.

“And when you got out of the water and came over and talked to us….wow!”

“What?”

“Your thing Durgesh…. Your great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Penis, it stretched your suit so much Durgesh. We could see practically everything! And it looked so big!”

“Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah!” I scolded her loudly, feigning anger even as she pushed pubic mound harder against me, feigning innocence.

She wasn’t innocent now.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was now deliberately wanted to fuck me herself.

Now, she could understand very well why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had urged her to fuck me,

“Fuck Durgesh, you fool.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had winked at her cunningly, “Since last three years I’m preaching every Musalmān stepsister of mine to fuck our Hindu stepfather. Durgesh isn’t our father. He is the ever best Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties.”

“You should have heard what Fātimah Imām and Qamarunnisā’ Zaidī said Durgesh when you left …about how they’d like to get you alone and take off your suit and feel it in…,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah trailed off giggling.

“I’m sorry honey, I won’t wear it again, I didn’t mean to embarrass…”

“It’s okay Durgesh, I liked it. I’m proud of my Durgesh, proud they think you’re such a sexy man. Their fathers are both old guys, it’s only you my friends dream of. Fātimah Imām told me she got so excited when she had her medical, when you saw her naked when you touched her… ”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, oh God, that’s not right, I’m your stepfather darling,” I mumbled.

“And it is big Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said huskily, her eager ravenous extremely beautiful extremely naughty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān eyes  drifting down towards the crimson Uncut Hindu Lund that lay between our bodies. “Don’t you like it that young Musalmān girls want you Durgesh?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah teased after a long pause. “Wouldn’t you like to make love to Fātimah Imām or Qamarunnisā’ Zaidī or one of my other friends?”

“They’re just girls Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah; I’d never have sex with young friends of yours, I’ve known them since they were little girls, they’re my psychiatric patients,” I protested fiercely as I grew ever harder against her stomach.

“You don’t like them? You don’t think they have nice young adult Musalmān bodies Durgesh? You don’t think they’re sexy when you see them naked in your office?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah demanded.

“They’re nice girls honey, but they’re too young for me…”

“They’re woman now Durgesh, like me. Don’t you think I’m pretty? Sexy? Don’t you think men want me?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah cooed into my ear, each breath tickling me, caressing me, inflaming me.

“Of course, you’re beautiful honey, but…” I muttered, reddening as I spoke.

“If I wasn’t your stepdaughter, your little girl, would you want to make love to me Durgesh?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pressed me for an answer even as her fingers moved onto and around my unique miraculous Hindu hardness.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah!” I groaned rolling away from her, and then rose up and jumped out of the extremely expensive king sized bed, my long Uncut Hindu Shaft bouncing proudly as I moved.

“Awww, stay in bed with me a few more minutes Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pled as I disappeared into my bathroom.

What I am thinking about, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wondered as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah heard the shower running.

I know your Hindu male body wants me Durgesh, but what about you?

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was on her back naked, her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs spread, when I reappeared minutes later, drops of water dotting my broad Hindu chest, a white towel wrapped around my waist.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had one knee raised in the air, and her thin strands of blond pubic hair were no barrier as my eyes locked on her pink insides as I approached the extremely expensive king sized bed.

“C’mon sweetie, time to get up, you don’t want to be late for University,” I prodded, trying to act naturally, as I sat next to Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  and lightly ran my hand over her shaking knee and up and down her inner smooth thigh.

“Allah, oh God, it’s only six-thirty Durgesh darling, why are you up so early anyway?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah complained as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed her knee further into my hand, opening herself further to my still not hungry Hindu gaze.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt a challenge that she still couldn’t make me fuck her.

Yet, she was adamant and still didn’t acknowledge her defeat.

“I have a psychiatric operation at eight honey. You already know all of my sex therapy and Doctor Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ . I gotta rush,” I explained as I quickly stood and started to pull my briefs up my hairy legs, catching them on my again raging hard-on.

“He’ll never fit, it’s too big,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah giggled as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah watched me try to stuff my fat Uncut Hindu Lund under the inadequate material. “I like it when I see it so hard Durgesh, do you need any help?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah continued as I smiled  and turned away from her eager eyes.

Finally dressed, I turned back to Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before saying, “Now you be good today Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah. I should be home around seven; do you want me to pick up something for dinner?”

“Something maybe,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah suggested.

“How’s the booking of our trip going anyway honey? You’ve only got a couple of days more you know. Have you got it all finalized?” I asked as I moved, her eyes never leaving me as I backed towards the door.

“I finished yesterday Durgesh. I’ll give you all the details tonight. Bye, love you,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah yelled as I finally slipped through the doorway.

“Allah, Yā Allah Oh God,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned aloud as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah heard the front door slammed shut.

The fingers of her left hand were snaking down between her already damp thighs.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah watched herself in the wall mirror, facing the extremely expensive king sized bed.

She could see her engorged nether quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips , her erect clit, her fingers as they slowly spread her slit and penetrated her throbbing young adult highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

It almost hurt as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah arched upwards to meet her probing finger, yet even this inadequate replacement for my big Uncut Hindu Lund  still brought her to a shuddering orgasm in minutes.

Her frustration assuaged momentarily by her copious spending.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah brought her sopping fingers to her mouth and reveled in her taste, wishing only that it was mixed with My thick white Hindu sauce.

“Paris,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah mumbled as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah sucked her index finger, “Just four more days Durgesh. We’ll make love for the first time in Paris,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah promised herself aloud.

She’d often slipped into my extremely expensive king sized bed over the last eight years, ever since the day her Ammī had run off with her present Hindu lover, me, and left her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh.

It had always been innocent until last February, when she’d finally realized she didn’t want the boys her age who in increasing numbers were flocking around her; neither Shankar Mahāpralayankar nor Muħammad had come close to igniting the passion that I could arouse with just one kind look, one gesture, and one caress.

Lying in My extremely expensive king sized bed, still warm from my naked Hindu male body, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought back to that February night four months ago, that had precipitated everything that was now happening in her life.

FEBUARY 2002

I had surprised Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  on that night four months ago, taking her out for an evening of dining and dancing at one of Makkah Mukarramah’s most glamorous night spots – her coming out party I had called it.

A celebration of her being accepted that week into the September 2002 Freshman Class of Harvard Medical University.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had worn high heels and her sexiest dress, a new, black, clinging silk number, to celebrate the occasion.

Her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts were free under the low cut top.

The high slit in the dress was exposing her firm, long thighs with every step Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah made.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had been elated when I had come downstairs and my mouth had plopped open, clearly stunned at the picture Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah made.

“What?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah demanded, surprised how good it felt to have her me so obviously excited watching her.

I gasped,

“You’re so beautiful Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah,” combined with the way my Hindu eyes roamed hungrily over her, excited her in a way she’d never been before.

He’s your stepfather, silly, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought to herself, as I walked her arm-in-arm to the car.

But Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah still remembered the comments her friends were always making about Durgesh, about how they’d love to be alone with me.

It was the perfect evening and I made Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  feel like a girl who had been transformed into a Princess, my Princess.

And Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah , with no prior plan or conscious desire suddenly started to treat me like a real man, a sexy man, Not as her stepfather.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah danced with me closer than Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah would have normally.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah repeatedly bent over or adjusted her top deliberately so that I could have the view after view of her full erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān breasts and her hard crimson nipples.

Sitting, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah moved her dress so the slit was towards the front, her wispy thin red silk panties continually exposed to my hungry stare first, then shifting my eyes away deliberately.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah plastered herself against me as we danced; pushing her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts, her hard nipples into my Hindu chest, grinding her mound into me as her fingers gently caressed my hair, my neck.

It was then that Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt it for the first time, felt my thick Hindu spear rubbing, probing urgently against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān young adult stomach.

It seemed too big, dwarfing what Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had felt when Shankar Mahāpralayankar, when Muħammad, when others had danced with her.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was flushed with excitement when we finally got home after three a.m., both of us slightly tipsy from the wine and the sexual energy echoing between us.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was actually shaking as I escorted her to my exceptionally classy king sized bedroom door, new wild, impossible, irreligious sexual thoughts whirling through her brain.

Waiting, wondering what next, I surprised Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, simply presenting her a small, gold wrapped package as we stood in the doorway.

“What is it Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah opened the small rectangular box. “Allah, yā Allah, oh God,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah shrieked when Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah saw the necklace of perfect white pearls sitting on a bed of black silk.

A card had slipped from the top of the box when Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah went to lift the lustrous string, and recognizing My miniature scrawl, and shaking Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah read:

‘Dear Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah,

I’m so proud of you Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah! No stepfather on Earth has ever been luckier than I – to have a young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter as kind and beautiful and intelligent and nice and caring and loving as you, is the best thing that could possibly have happened to me.

It seems just yesterday that I so proudly brought you home from the house of Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh. To think that today that little girl is now eighteen and soon will be leaving me for university and adulthood is almost incomprehensible. I’m so proud of you honey, how well you’ve done, what an outstanding person you’ve become.

There has never been anyone else in the world I have loved more than you have.

I can’t imagine having lived my life without you in it.

You bring so much joy into my life.

Thank you darling, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I love you so much.
Durgesh

p.s. Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I thought maybe you’d like to wear these pearls when we have dinner in Paris this summer.’

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought it was that Moment in time, when Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah realized there was no one in the world she’d rather spend her life with, that there was no one else in the world Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to make love to more than Durgesh.

As Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah stood sobbing in my arms, being hugged and kissed by the only person Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had ever loved, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt a surge of sexual attraction echo through her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Her tongue, her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips, her nipples, her liquid insides, and her whole body responding to a man as it never had done before.

Her fumblings with Shankar Mahāpralayankar, in the back seat of his car, the kissing, the touching, the frantic grappling; sleepovers with Qamarunnisā’ Zaidī and Fātimah Imām, where they talked endlessly of boys and sex, and even experimented among themselves; and even the incidence with Muħammad, just weeks ago, none of these experiences had prepared her for what her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body was now doing, feeling, demanding, urging.

“Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, are you okay?” finally penetrated into her foggy thoughts and brought her slowly back to a new reality.

“Oh Durgesh, your words, they’re so beautiful, thank you,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered, and then added, “You’re the only man I’ll ever love,” while she was pressing herself urgently into me as her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips  hungrily sought my Hindu male lips.

She wanted me now to recognize the new Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, wanting me to feel as myself, wanting me to grasp that we were destined to be joined in every way.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel a shiver of excitement tremor through her body as our tongues met and explored and couldn’t help but feel the sudden hardening, lengthening, against her stomach.

“Sweetie!” I gasped as I pulled back from her, confusion and desire dueling on my face.

After spinning in my arms, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah ended up facing away from me.

Her firm gorgeous young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bum pushed back against my Hindu erection.

My Hindu hands were suddenly full of her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts.

For just a millisecond Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my fingers caress her, squeeze her, before I dropped them as if they were on fire, mumbling,

“Oh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I’m sorry, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I didn’t..”

“Can you attach them Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked, ignoring my apology as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah slipped the pearls into my left hand and leaned back against my chest.

“Of course honey,” I said eagerly, clearly glad to have something innocent to do, relieved that Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah hadn’t seemed to notice my furtive touch.

My hands were like satin as they moved over her shoulders and gently caressed her neck as I lifted her long blond curls to bare her for my ring of pearls.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel my hot Hindu breath on her ear as I slowly opened the clasp but then let one end slip free, allowing the cool, white balls to cascade down across her chest and between her heaving Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān breasts.

“Oh Durgesh, they’re cold and they tickle me,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah complained with a giggle.

And then she lifted the top of her dress away from her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body, pretending she wanted to see the string of balls swinging between her tits, knowing I would see her full breasts, her now straining nipples as I slowly pulled the strand upward.

“Sorry honey, I’m a real butterfingers tonight,” I answered lightly when I finally retrieved the end and joined the clasp behind her neck.

But Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel my Hindu sexual excitement throbbing exactly into the crack of her eagerly responding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān rear and knew I was feeling the same emotions and desires that were exploding inside her.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah herself deliberately pressed her young adult gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bum taking my Uncut Hindu Lund more and more between her gorgeous plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.

Before I was even aware of it, my Uncut Hindu Lund penetrated her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass even to her asshole itself.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was so rock hard she couldn’t believe I was really fifty three as I claimed to be.

A grand need surged into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass to welcome my Uncut Hindu Lund into her bare young adult Musalmān ass.

“They’re beautiful,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah sang as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah danced away from me and into her room, her song of joy a reflection of the happiness Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt at finding her life partner, her lover, her only future.

She had decided to Live in Relationship with me finally now, irrespective of what my own decision was.

Well, she could win me.

Can’t she?

“Look at the pearls Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah yelled laughing as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah continued to dance in front of her mirror.

As I walked up behind her and watched her bemusedly in the mirror, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah suddenly slipped the spaghetti thin straps off her shoulders and let her top drop to her waist, baring her firm, full orbs to my startled hard Hindu eyes.

“Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah!” I admonished her as I stared uncertain somewhat, what to say, or where to look.

“They’re just breasts Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pooh pawed me, “everybody’s got them, I just want to see how the pearls look on me,”

Then she started to twirl the necklace over her chest.

“They keep getting stuck on my nipples Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah complained with a little slur, faking a tipsiness that Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t really feel. “Are they too long Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked suddenly, turning to me, squeezing one long, firm nipple between her thumb and finger, presenting a full, firm orb to me.

“They’re perfect honey,” I answered smiling, clearly now amused at my little young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughters show, believing that this was an innocent stepdaughter’s play and not a dangerous sexual act.

“I had a perfect day Durgesh, I love you so much,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah finished, yawning as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah leaned into my strong, welcoming Hindu arms. “I’m so sleepy.”

“C’mon Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I’ll put you to extremely expensive king sized bed,” I said gruffly, my love for her was so clear.

As Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah fell back on the extremely expensive king sized bed, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could see a Moment’s hesitation before my hands moved to her waist.

I pulled her dress over her hips and down her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs, leaving Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  naked except for her pearls and silk panties.

As I hung, her dress in her closet, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah started to lower her red pants, struggling so that when I turned back her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs were in the air and her panties only at mid-thigh.

“Here, let me help,” I offered in my most fatherly voice, as if I was just helping her with homework or the dishes.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t even feel the tremor in my fingers as I touched her.

“Do you like my new panties Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked.

There was a tipsy, teasing tone still in her voice,

“I bought them just for tonight, just for you, just for my favorite Hindu man.”

“That’s nice sweetie,” I responded, as I lifted her so I could get the sheet out from under her.

After finally getting her arranged and the sheet placed over her naked skin, I turned to go, whimpering a ‘goodnight darling’ as I started to back away.

“Stay for a few minutes Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pled as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah grabbed my Hindu arm.

“What honey?”

“Lie next to me Durgesh, like you did when Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was younger,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah mumbled drowsily, “stay with me until Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah falls asleep. Please. Will you?”

“Sure honey,” I agreed smiling, and after shedding her shoes and shirt and after a Moment’s hesitation her pants too.

I slipped under the sheet next to Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, down now to only my white boxers, and lying on my side watched her as I gently stroked her blond hair.

Feigning sleep, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah rolled over and curled into me, ending so her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips  were less than a half inch from my cheek, each of her breaths gently tickling me as her Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān breasts comfortably pressed into my strong Hindu chest.

I finally left, maybe two hours later, but Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew I had enjoyed sleeping next to my eighteen-year-old young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, the continuous Hindu hardness of my Uncut Hindu Lund  against her smooth Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān thigh was a graphic proof.

She smiled on her victory so far.*

I was still sleeping when Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah entered my room the next morning, a question burning in her brain as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah urgently shook me awake, wanting an answer to something I had written in my letter.

“What honey?” I finally growled as my head emerged from under my sheet.

“What did you mean about Paris and pearls in your letter last night Durgesh?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked impatiently.

“Oh that,” I answered nonchalantly as I sat up, not noticing how little of myself was covered.

“Oh that what?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah insisted.

“Well, do you happen to be doing anything on June 23rd by any chance my dear?” I asked mysteriously as I reached for an envelope sitting on the table next to my extremely expensive king sized bed.

“No Durgesh, you know graduations on the 21st and then I’m free for the summer.”

Smiling I handed her the envelope which soon yielded two airplane tickets.

I was grinning as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah slowly deciphered the itinerary.

“Makkah Mukarramah – Paris leaving on the 23rd and returning on August 30th for two,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah read. “But what does it mean Durgesh? Which two are going to Paris?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked, more confused now than ever.

“Well, I thought that your ‘Durgesh darling’ and my lovely young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, ‘Miss Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah’ might just benefit from ten weeks touring the continent,” I said smugly, a wide grin impossible to hold back.

“But how? …. You have work… Where will we go? … Really… really, just the two of us?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah stammered as joy flooded through her.

“Your ‘Durgesh darling’ has already told my colleagues and the HVSI administration that I will be out of the country for the time period covered by those tickets my dear,” I announced, clearly delighted at her surprise and happiness. “I feel that this might be my last chance to give my beautiful young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter advice and direction before she flings herself out into the greater world.”

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t give me a chance to say another word as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah leapt on top of me.

She was laughing and crying as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah covered me in her hot young adult kisses.

But Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t help but notice my absolute Hindu nakedness as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah embraced me.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt a frisson of both caution and excitement as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah saw my great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Lund for the first time, lying proudly between my legs, and even soft, it looked huge.

How big is it when it’s hard Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wondered as I asked, “Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I take it you’re free then?”

“Oh yes Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah shouted, “Where are we going to go exactly?”

“That’s your job sweetie.”

“What!”

“Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I got the tickets – it’s up to you to decide where we’ll go and when. You got four months to decide and then to book the rooms and cars and flights and whatever else you want.”

“But..”

“No buts my lovely young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, it’s your job.”

“Anywhere Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wants?”

“Your job!”

And that’s how I had left it and her those four months ago.

And ever since all she’d thought about was, my big great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Lund and how Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was going to convince me to let her have it for the rest of our lives!

SPRING 2002

In the months that followed, through March and April and May, our relationship changed, both of us fundamentally altered by that night.

We were suddenly in new unknown territory.

It was No longer just the innocent loving father- stepdaughter relationship we’d lived for eighteen years.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought it was easier for her.

Her youth was allowing her immediately to accept the fact Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted me as her lover, as her husband.

Oh, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew about society’s rejection of this forbidden love, of society’s criminalization of what we would do, but her mind had easily accepted what her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was demanding.

It was harder for me.

Society’s taboos against sleeping with one’s young adult stepdaughter were deeply ingrained in me.

While Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah welcomed what her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was demanding, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could see me continually fight my ever-increasing natural Hindu urges.

Everything Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah did over those months was directed at making me accept what Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew was inevitable.

She was determined to have me as her life partner, her Live in Relationship Partner.

But still as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah studied the problem and ‘incest’ (?) in general, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was stunned at what Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah found.

The Young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughters do love their Hindu stepfathers as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah did!

In fact, as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah read and studied, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah found that for someone like her, an only child whose Ammī had left her real Abbū, when she was ten years old, it was almost inevitable that she would try to take her Ammī’s place.

It was natural for a Musalmān stepdaughter that she shares her Hindu stepfather with her Ammī and becomes her Hindu stepfather’s new Musalmān girl.

Most of the Musalmān stepdaughters in history had married their Hindu stepfather irrespective of their huge age differences.

And the most pleasantly surprising fact was that such marriages were the most successful marriages throughout the entire human history.

“Because the Hindu stepfather is a tested husband for a Musalmān Beauty, her own Ammī.” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah argued.

Her friends watched her astonished at her new historical social discovery, incredibly.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah set out to seduce me over those months.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah dressed better, no more jeans or sweats and sneakers at dinner, instead Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah changed to dresses, or blouse and skirt ensembles, just sexy enough that I couldn’t ignore the woman she’d become.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah made sure Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah hugged me every day, holding me each time just seconds longer than normal, making me feel the woman Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was.

She’d join me in the TV room fresh from the shower, perfumed now, and just in a robe, and would snuggle against me as we watched a rented movie I’d chosen.

Over those weeks and months I increasingly stayed home more than I had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner.

My social life was now evenings with my young quite adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah even teased me from time to time, as she’d sit with me watching a movie.

She’d ask me why I wasn’t out with one of my many girlfriends, how come I was spending so much time at home.

“I’m only going to have you for a few more months, sweetie,” I’d reply as I hugged her.

Increasingly Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt and saw my excitement, the growing sexual desire I felt for her.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  couldn’t help but notice the Hindu erections I’d grow as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wriggled against me.

Her loose robe allowed my roving Hindu eyes easy access to her full, firm Musalmān breasts.

We didn’t discuss what was happening to us over those months.

We were in a silent, sexual, mating dance that clearly cautioned me.

But Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew I was studying the problem, trying to face these ‘forbidden’ desires that were threatening to overwhelm me.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah found the books hidden in my extremely expensive king sized bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-young adult stepdaughter love, as well as erotic accounts of graphic, irreligious sex.

My computers browsing history increasingly led her to the sites I had been surfing.

The sites had the accounts and the actual videos of the Hindu fathers.

They were making love to their young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughters in them.*

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah remembered all this as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah lay in My extremely expensive king sized bed that June morning, stroking herself.

It was a poor substitute for what Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted, what Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah needed.

But we’d be Europe soon, and then Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew it’d happen…

JUNE 23rd 2002 – PARIS

Our flight left Makkah Mukarramah airport at seven in the morning, arriving at Charles De Gaulle Airport in Paris at seven pm French time.

After finally collecting our bags and clearing customs, something the French are masters at making difficult, we finally got out of the airport around nine-thirty.

I drove our rented car towards our big upscale Five Star hotel on the left Bank.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah started to talk, knowing Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had to explain exactly what Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had done before we got there.

“About the hotel Durgesh, our room,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah started tentatively.

“Un huh,” I muttered, clearly engrossed in the passing city.

“The reservation Durgesh, it’s…. I mean to say it’s…” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah stammered.

“What Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked, taking my eye of the road for a second to look at her, a big smile on my face.

“Well…. I sorta did something strange … it was really a mistake at first, I mean I didn’t plan it… it just happened. When I booked, and then I….. well, I just kinda let it go, I… you might not, I don’t know, like it or…”

“C’mon honey spit it out,” I ordered as my hand left the steering wheel for a second and caressed her thigh.

“Well,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah started again.

Her face was now scrunched up in a near grimace,

“The hotel might be expecting a married couple Durgesh, a couple on their honeymoon.”

“Huh, how come?” I asked, a confused look crossing my face, my fingers Momentarily tightening on her bare upper leg.

Rushing now, eager to spill the whole story in one fell swoop, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah explained,

“When I filled in the online registration form Durgesh, I must have filled in the wrong box and before I knew what happened… well I had reserved just one room and it was confirmed as Mr. Durgesh  and Mrs. Durgesh.”

I was dumbfounded.

So that was it?

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had deliberately registered us as Hindu husband and Musalmān wife.

She went on,

“ I don’t know, I didn’t change it… you know it was sorta funny, and then I thought we really didn’t need two rooms for just two people, I mean we’d save money this way and…”

“And why would they think we were on our honeymoon Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah?”

“Well that’s sorta complicated Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah mumbled.

“This is just a problem with our hotel in Paris, right, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked.

There was a touch of both anger and amusement in my voice.

“Well not exactly Durgesh.” Seeing a scowl spreading across my face, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah sped on, “It just seemed like a good idea Durgesh, so when I booked the other hotels, I thought, why not, we’ll save money and some of them offered special extras for newlyweds and…”

“So we’re Hindu man and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife in Paris, Barcelona, the Riviera, Rome, Athens, the Greek Islands, and Istanbul honey?” I asked.

The fingers of my free hand were now back on the steering wheel and were tapping it impatiently, or was it excitedly?

“Yes Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered, then added more confidently, “but remember you did give me full responsibility for booking the…”

I was quiet for minutes but Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah resisted the urge to break in, to explain, to apologize, knowing now it was up to me, that Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had to wait, to let me decide, react.

“We haven’t talked about…. Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah mean, you know, about what’s happened between us,…” I finally started my caution was now evident in my confident, yet unsure voice.

Getting no immediate response from her I went on,

“Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I know what you think honey,… since your birthday Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I mean,…that you’ve felt something different for me, for your Durgesh darling,… that maybe something…”

I kept taking quick glances at Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  as I spoke, clearly uncomfortable somewhat hoping she’d help me.

“Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I know I should have said something before,” I went on, “I’ve wanted to but … if I’ve led you to believe that….. that maybe you thought my body’s reaction to you meant something it really didn’t, shouldn’t, couldn’t sweetie… Oh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, we’re here,”

I swore in exasperation as we pulled into the drive fronting the hotel.

“Let’s not worry about it for tonight honey,” I finally said, watching her as we idled, the porter already rushing towards our car, “we’ll just book in and have dinner and then talk about it in the morning. But we do have to talk sweetie, you can’t go on thinking we …”

“Yes Durgesh, I’m sorry about everything, but till then will you please act as if I’m your beloved Musalmān wife and you are my precious Hindu husband? Please, I plead with you.” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered, one tear sliding down her cheek.*

“Ah Docteur, Madame Durgesh, bienvenue, welcome,” was what greeted Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah and I as we strolled hand-in-hand to the front desk. “We gave you our best suite…. No extra charge,” the manager said after we had filled in the registration cards, a broad smile on my face, “We don’t often get newlyweds.”

“Merci beaucoup monsieur,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah cooed as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah leaned into me and kissed me lightly on the lips. “We’re so tired monsieur,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said turning to the manager, “We’d just like to shower and change and have dinner in our room. Can you have dinner sent up?”

“Certainement, Madame,” my whole body signaling approval as my eyes hungrily roved over her young, ripe body, wishing it was I who was going to spend the night in her extremely expensive king sized bed.

It turned out to be a stunning suite, the large extremely expensive king sized bedroom with its king size extremely expensive king sized bed and the large dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French period pieces, the balcony open to a vista that led our eyes to Notre Dame and the shimmering Seine beyond.

“Ta da,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah finally announced smugly to me, after we had both taken in the rooms, the view, the flowers, the fruit basket, the chocolates, and the champagne cooling… “So now, what do you think of my little subterfuge my dear husband?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah danced around me, a broad grin on her face.

“Not bad Mrs. Durgesh,” I finally conceded. “Now go and get your shower, our dinner will be here soon,” I ordered smiling, giving her a gentle slap on her extremely beautiful gorgeous excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān butt as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah started towards the washroom.

“Would you like to share with me Durgesh? I think I read they have a water shortage over here,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah offered with a twinkle in her eager ravenous extremely beautiful extremely naughty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes,

“Go!” I ordered laughing, as I watched her pull her sweater over her head, and Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew my eyes were still on her bare back as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah started towards the door.

Dropping her little, black, silk demi-bra as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah walked, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah knew I was imagining every jiggle of her round full Musalmān tits.*

“What are you so happy about young lady?” I asked later when I finally emerged from the washroom and shower, my Hindu  body encased in the luxurious robe that came with the room.

“Nothing,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah giggled as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah stood up.

Her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts were jiggling under the thin, silk, ivory robe that was her only covering, a robe I’d bought just for tonight.

‘Allah, Ya Allah, oh God, he’s handsome!’ Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought, as I moved confidently towards her, my muscular Hindu body seeming to exude power and sexuality with each step.

“And dinner?” I asked but before Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had a chance to respond we heard the light tapping on the door.

I pivoted and moved to answer it.

then I let in a thin, elderly, uniformed bellboy, pushing a dish laden cart.

“Monsieur, Madame,” he wheezed through smoke damaged lungs, but his eyes lit up when he saw me.

When he saw what Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was wearing.

My eyes rushed to her cleavage, to the dark circles that showed through the thin silk, to the hem of her robe, only just covering her blond curls.

It took him stumbling minutes to unload the tray, to set the table, continually taking quick glances at me as he worked.

Finally, he was pushed out of the room by me, clutching the ten euros that had been offered to him, the front of my pants bulging outward.

“You might have given the poor man a heart attack.” I laughed as I turned back towards Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah.

“Well, at least some men find me attractive, Durgesh.”

“You’re wearing your pearls,” I finally responded as we both sat at the table.

“You said they were for Paris, Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said smiling, moving so that the top of the robe opened even wider, exposing the pearls as they dangled in the valley between her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts. “Do you like them?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked.

“They’re beautiful honey,” I whimpered, not even noticing the pearls as I drank her in.

We talked as we ate, the conversation surprisingly coming easily in spite of the sexual tension between us.

We were both excited about the trip, about Paris, about the adventures that awaited us over the next ten weeks.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  had never visited Europe before.

She looked forward to visiting all the places she’d heard about all her life.

We were to visit the louvre the next morning and eagerly discussed the treasures we’d soon see in person.

Finally, the meal was over and she wheeled the cart and dishes out the door.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah plopped down on the sofa in the living room, one leg under me as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah sat.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her robe open, and knew her full breasts were shamelessly exposed, but didn’t care.

The bottle of Chateau Rothschild she’d emptied with our meal had been just enough to lower her last remaining inhibitions with me.

“Sit with me, Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said, patting the seat next to her in invitation as I hovered uncertainly in the middle of the room.

Finally sitting cautiously at the other end of the sofa I watched her, my eyes flicking from her Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān breasts to her extremely beautiful gorgeous excellent exquisite smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān thighs, before meeting hers.

“You’re as bad as the bellboy,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah giggled nervously, her sang-froid suddenly gone, knowing the next few minutes were so vital to her future happiness.

I moved towards her, and wrapping my arm around her shoulder and tucking her against my warm Hindu male body, started to talk.

“Oh Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I love you so much honey. But not like this, not as a man and woman, …not as lovers,” I sputtered. “You’re my young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter. We can’t…Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah. I don’t think of you like that Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I finished.

But my tentative words seemed to say more to convince myself, than her.

“You don’t want to love me Durgesh?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah demanded.

“No sweetie… not like that,” I replied gravely.

Yet the bulge was rising in my robe belying every word.

“So why haven’t you gone out on a date for the last four months?”

“What?”

“You used to date all the time, now you never do,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah insisted.

“But I ….,” I smiled  before Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah cut me off.

“Why were you secretly reading that psychology book on Hindu father-young adult Musalmān stepdaughter relationships? Yes I saw it in your room Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah saw me about to protest.

She smiled,

“I read it too Durgesh, where it talks about incest, about love between Hindu fathers and young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān stepdaughters.”

She stopped to watch my face then went on,

“Why have you been surfing internet incest sites? Reading stories about Hindu fathers making love with their young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān stepdaughters, watching forbidden videos,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled,

“How come you always get an erection every time I’m around you now?” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah continued to pound at me.

Her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs were now spread, exposing herself fully to my grave looks.

“But Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I protested.

“Yes even now,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah insisted, her hand sliding under my robe and grasping my thick Uncut Hindu Lund. “Fuck me Durgesh, please fuck me,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah cried as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah moved on top of me, straddling me as I sat, my long Hindu pole now leaping upwards as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah spread my robe.

“Honey, we can’t,” I protested gravely, “it’s wrong sweetie. Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve got your whole life ahead you,”

I groaned as her arms engulfed me, desperately holding me as I rejected her.

“Bullshit Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah said as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah moved her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips against my Hindu male lips, burying her tongue deep in my mouth.

“If it’s so wrong Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah finally gasped, “How come there’s ten million hits when you type in Hindu father-young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān stepdaughter incest on Yahoo, how come there’s been a thousand studies by respected scholars on the subject if no one else is doing it? If it’s so unusual, so perverted how come a million Hindu fathers are sleeping with their young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān stepdaughters tonight? How come Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah asked, almost yelling now, urging, demanding, stroking me.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, GOD, IMĀMZĀDĪ SĀJIDAH MUĦAMMAD ÅBDULLAH,” I finally roared, a primeval sexual scream bursting from my lips as I stood, effortlessly lifting her and then carrying her towards the extremely expensive king sized bedroom.

Watching my eyes as I carried her, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had a Moment of panic, of fear, as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah saw the raw Hindu male lust burning deep inside me, unleashed now, and wondered, too late maybe, if Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah had made a mistake, if we weren’t about to cross some inviolate line.

I pulled her gaping robe off her shoulders as I walked, letting it slip to the floor even before we reached the extremely expensive king sized bed.

Throwing her on top of the sheets Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah fell back spread-eagled.

Her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs were now hanging over the edge of the extremely expensive king sized bed.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  watched transfixed, as I almost tore her robe as I fumbled urgently to get it off.

Finally I stood naked between her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.

My angry Uncut Hindu Lund was now thrusting upward, pulsing in its Hindu eagerness to be buried deep in her pink, moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān sheathe.

“Durgesh!” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pled, scared now, convinced now it’d never fit, that it would split her.

Allah, God, it’s three times the size of Muħammad’s Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought.

I grabbed her rear cheeks and easily lifted her up.

I carried her backwards up the extremely expensive king sized bed as I crawled between her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.

My thick Uncut Hindu organ was now bouncing between her extremely beautiful gorgeous excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs as I lowered my lips onto hers.

“Oh Durgesh yesssss,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned as I felt her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips.

I moved my tongue over her chin and down onto an aching nipple.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah screamed when Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt first slowly  and then fiercely  my Uncut Hindu Lund  slip inside her, her hips arching upward in her ferocious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān female lust.

“Oh Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah, you feel so good, so perfect,” I groaned as I pumped my Uncut Hindu Lund  in and out of her, finally bringing it to her mouth where she tasted her famous Hindu stepfather’s infamous Uncut Hindu Lund  for the first time.

Her hand stole to my great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Lund as I inhaled her aroma.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah  tasted my sticky sex, and now fear gone, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah grasped me and tried to pull me into her waiting young adult highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, already open and awash with her juices, urgently needing to be filled, to be impaled.

“Durgesh  DARLING PLEASE,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah wailed, begging me.

“We have all night honey,” the strong, confident, sexy Hindu father she’d always known now back in control.

All need for further artifice on her part now gone, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was finally going to be made love to by the only man she’d ever loved.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t need any more foreplay.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was already shaking in anticipation, moist, lubricated for the penetration Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah craved.

As I ran my hands from her hair down over her Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān breasts, stopping just for a second to tease her already puffy nipples, and then down to her hips and her extremely beautiful gorgeous excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān butt, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah stared transfixed at the infamous Hindu pole that seemed to rise from between her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.

Suddenly worried again at its size, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah trembled when my hands moved over her excellent exquisite extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

I pulled her extremely beautiful gorgeous excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs apart, positioning me so my incredibly large Uncut Hindu Lundhead rested lightly against her distended Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān clit.

“Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned as I moved my Uncut Hindu Lund so that it was perfectly aligned with her opening and gently pushed, steadily forcing the head into her.

“DURGESH,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah cried again, now convinced I’d never fit, her nether quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips  stretched wide, seemingly incapable of accepting me.

“It’s too big Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered as I continued my Hindu assault on her.

“Aaaaaaaahh Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the head pop through, and as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  close behind the thick Hindu head and tighten on the blue veined Uncut Hindu Shaft.

I worked slowly now, first feeding her three more inches before retreating, gradually working more of myself into her as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah adjusted to me, to my Hindu thickness, to my Hindu length.

And then I was completely in, bottomed out at the gate to her exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.

She watched me kneeling between her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.

My hands were lifting and separating her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.

I started a steady rhythm of long, deep Hindu strokes, each stroke igniting a million nerve endings the length of her exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body stretching with each Hindu stroke, endlessly opening and closing on me, lubricating me as I pumped, coating the long Uncut Hindu Shaft with her juice, welcoming this alien Hindu intruder into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān center.

Faster and faster I pistoned, each deep penetration now producing an equal response from her now shuddering centre.

As I lay on top of her and seized her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips  in mine, my Uncut Hindu Lund  penetrating her.

Her hips started relentlessly to move over me, pushing my now throbbing Uncut Hindu Shaft even deeper.

So this is what a real man is, what sex is, Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned silently as her first spasm shuddered through her naked excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body, as her insides throbbed as they awaited the first burning jet of universally renowned Hindu sperm to flood us.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah locked her young adult extremely smooth highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs around my Hindu back and met every Hindu thrust as the feeling crashed through her, the liquid melting at her core.

“OH MY DARLING Durgesh,” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned or maybe screamed as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my big great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Lund jerk inside her, followed by a liquid explosion, then again, and again, each ejaculation met by a pulsing opening in her virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān depths, an acceptance of my Hindu seed.

“IMĀMZĀDĪ SĀJIDAH MUĦAMMAD ÅBDULLAH, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, OH GOD, IMĀMZĀDĪ SĀJIDAH MUĦAMMAD ÅBDULLAH,” I moaned as the last liquid spasm of my Uncut Hindu Lund filled her.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was sweating, whimpering, and trembling when I finally pulled my still semi-hard spear from her, its wet head wearing our ashvinātam orgasmic juices like a proud cloak.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah slid down my Hindu body, unable to resist the urge to taste me, engulfing my fat Uncut Hindu Lundhead hungrily into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah milked the last drops of my Hindu cum from its one eye, savoring its taste as it slithered down her hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān throat.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God,  baby, gently,” my darling warned me, still panting, as one of her hands continued to pump me relentlessly while the other found and squeezed my tightened sack and balls, all the while trying to stuff even more of me into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

As Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah gulped me in I twirled me around and seconds later felt me in control now, before I finally found her throbbing clitoris, on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

My hard organ instantly restarted the liquid oozing, the shuddering buildup, the prelude to her inevitable orgasm.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah thought she’d go crazy as I fucked her once again, writhing and thrashing on my miraculous Uncut Hindu Lund.

Yes, she was not listening now about the legendary miracles of Uncut Hindu Lund.

She was lucky enough to experience them herself now inside her:

‘Sab kuchh Kħudā sé māng liyā

Tujhko māngkar,

Uŧhté nahīn hain haath méré,

Is duåā ké båd.’

I grasped her extremely beautiful gorgeous excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān butt  and pulled me back, holding me spread to her lips.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could only swallow five or six inches of my Uncut Hindu Lund  but her mouth and two hands continued to work me as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah sucked me in and soon felt the first twitching of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once more.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was shouting incoherently as Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah came, her voice garbled by the fat great miraculous unique Uncut Hindu Lund spurting urgently in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, almost gagging on the thick, ropy sauce I continued to pump into her.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  Durgesh, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! At fifty three you are fucking this Jet Musalmān Beauty miraculously. That’s why we Musalmān Beauties love you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  ” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah finally gasped and with cum oozing from her quivering, ravenous, young, adult, crimson red, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān labial lips  moved up my body and kissed me.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah could taste her exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as she sucked me.

She licked my universally renowned Hindu sperm from my Uncut Hindu Lund directly.

I fucked her continuously nonstop for a complete month.

Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah was overwhelmed.

She couldn’t believe she was enjoying so much incredible sex with me.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!

I fucked Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah almost in every sex position she could imagine.

All her fantasies were already fulfilled.

Now I was fucking Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah in doggy position.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  Durgesh, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!

‘Sab kuchh Kħudā sé māng liyā

Tujhko māngkar,

Uŧhté nahīn hain haath méré,

Is duåā ké båd.’”

“Sālī, you are telling me this every day.”

“And I would keep telling you this every day, till I exist. So, stop reminding me that I’m telling you this every day.”

“Aren’t you giving it more importance than necessary?”

“No.”

“Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah!”

“It’s the most important thing in my life that you fuck me nonstop till I live.”

“That’s what I’m doing. Am I not?”

“Sure, my darling, sure. But I can’t understand how are you doing this miracle?”

I winked at her,

“Sālī, that’s my personal secret.”

“Hey, Hindu Piyā, nothing personal now between us.” Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed her immensely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks once more into my nude Hindu male pubic area.

She enjoyed doing it very much.

I too enjoyed it not less than Imāmzādī Sājidah Muħammad Åbdullah.*

 Chapter 5

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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