The Everbest Wives: 29

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The Everbest Wives

Durgesh

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Chapter 29

Hidden Intentions
Durgesh Saåīdah Yåqūb

I was Saåīdah Yåqūb’s older brother.
Of course, not real, her real brother’s friend instead.
It was unfortunate that Saåīdah Yåqūb’s real brother had left them.
Saåīdah Yåqūb knew it was all her Ammī’s fault.
Was it really?
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, her Ammī, was a young woman still, after all.
“She should have married someone, Saåīdah.” her brother was furious, “How the hell can I bear my Ammī is a live in relationship partner of my own friend?”
Saåīdah Yåqūb watched him gravely.
“What’s wrong in it?”
“Durgesh is my Abbū.”
“Oh, hadn’t our Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, married our Ammī when she was Just Eighteen Just Adult and our Abbū was fifty six?”
“Saåīdah!”
“Certainly you are not telling me that Abbū could marry a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty but the same Musalmān Beauty can’t do it, when it’s her turn. She isn’t fifty six even. She is only forty two.”
“Are you crazy? Everyone is calling our Ammī a cougar.”
“So what? Isn’t Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī a cougar? Isn’t Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad a cougar? Isn’t Doctor Rābiyah Altamash a cougar? Aren’t a large number of working sophisticated filthy rich Musalmān Beauties cougars now? If our ultramodern sophisticated society is still respecting them, what the hell else our Ammī is doing?”
“I don’t want to argue with you. I can’t bear that my friends tease me calling Durgesh my Abbū.”
“Well?” Saåīdah Yåqūb watched her elder brother with burning eyes, “What the hell you want? Distribution of our ancestral businesses and property? Tell expressly. Come out with your real vile hidden intentions.”*
Saåīdah Yåqūb never told Salmān Yåqūb, her brother, what her own vile hidden intentions were.
But there was a reason behind it.
For a long time she herself had a crush on me.
She favored her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, not because she was broad minded ab initio.
She had seen me fucking her Ammī actually.
Allah, what tremendous lovely nude pair her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, with Durgesh made!
Saåīdah Yåqūb honestly realized, first time, her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was not made for her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb ever.
She was made for Durgesh actually.
What if Durgesh was thirty four?
What if her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was forty two?
If the fifty six years old Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb could marry Just Eighteen Just Adult Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, entirely unashamed of himself, why the hell forty two years old her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, can’t fuck thirty two years old Durgesh?
Saåīdah Yåqūb knew Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, her Abbū, was old now.
He was fifty six already when her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Now, her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was forty two.
She was entire twenty four years younger when she was married to her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb.
Now, her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, was eighty years old.
He had stopped having sex with her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, when he was not even sixty.
Her parents enjoyed sex with each other only for one year.
One year?
Saåīdah Yåqūb overheard her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, telling Durgesh that her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb failed even in their Shab-e-Ůrūsī, their very Golden night.
her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, fucked Durgesh first time then.
Was Durgesh only ten years old then?
And her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, fucked a ten years old Hindu boy to extinguish the sexual fire between her legs?
Saåīdah Yåqūb couldn’t believe it.
Had the entire other adult males died already?
Yes, her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
She could have compromised on an eight years younger Hindu boy even.
Moreover, Durgesh was a hypersexual boy ab initio.
It is said Durgesh was fucking extremely beautiful adult Musalmān Beauties too as early as he could fuck a girl/woman.

Nevertheless, her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, was eighty.
What’s wrong there if her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, fucks an eight years younger Hindu male?
Her brother, Al Salmān Al Yåqūb, is communal.
He is jealous of his Hindu friend, Durgesh.

Well, none could say her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was forty two.
She looked ten years younger than her real age.
Durgesh thirty four.
her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, thirty two.
What a perfect match!
Isn’t it?
To hell with her ever communal ever selfish brother, Al Salmān Al Yåqūb.*

I was pretty much the worst guy she could possibly be attracted to as far as Saåīdah Yåqūb was concerned.
Moreover, it was possible that I wasn’t interested in a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty while other almost infinite Musalmān Beauties were trying their luck with me.
Her own Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was providing immense sex to Durgesh.
Wasn’t she?
Moreover, her Ammī’s real sisters, her cousins, her Bhābhījāns and her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends were also serving Durgesh sexually with their ever gorgeous ever glamorous ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent female Musalmān bodies.
Why the hell Durgesh would pay any attention to a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty, Saåīdah Yåqūb, then?

It wasn’t just that Durgesh was completely unattainable, that was pretty common for crushes as far as Saåīdah Yåqūb could tell.
It was always having me around, never getting a break from the fantasies floating around in Saåīdah Yåqūb’s head.
Every time she met me in the hallway coming out of the shower with my hair still damp and a towel wrapped around my waist, every time she watched me swimming laps in the pool in our backyard, thoughts would surface in Saåīdah Yåqūb’s head and drive her crazy.

I really was good looking, it wasn’t just Saåīdah Yåqūb who thought so.
Saåīdah Yåqūb’s friends talked about it sometimes, occasionally admitting their own crushes on me, but of course Saåīdah Yåqūb could never tell them how she felt.
That was one of the worst parts about it.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had nobody to talk to.

Moreover, despite all her persistent denials, Saåīdah Yåqūb still felt some inherent guilt that Durgesh was a Hindu and she, a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty, was herself dreaming of Durgesh.

The guilt had been really bad when Saåīdah Yåqūb first realized how she felt about me, but that had faded over time.
These days the main concern she had as she lay in bed at night masturbating to images of mine was that someone would find out.
In Saåīdah Yåqūb’s mind that would be disaster.
Who would ever want to hang out with Saåīdah Yåqūb if they knew something like that about her?
Especially Durgesh himself.
I was a pretty good older brother to her, an optimum replacement of her real brother, Al Salmān Al Yåqūb.
Once I grew out of constantly picking on me but Saåīdah Yåqūb was sure if I ever found out about Saåīdah Yåqūb’s crush on me, I would want nothing to do with Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Durgesh was himself already adjusting with her Ammī.
After all, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān was his friend’s Ammī.
Wasn’t she?
It might be more troublesome to his morals to have sexual relationship with his friend’s sister too.

Fortunately I seemed completely oblivious to the attention Saåīdah Yåqūb paid me.
Given all the times I had caught Saåīdah Yåqūb staring at me, it was a wonder I hadn’t yet noticed.*

Saåīdah Yåqūb was lying out on a lounger beside our pool working on her tan, nothing uncommon for her during
the summer.
I was just finishing up mowing the lawn.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had of course been surreptitiously watching me whenever I came into view.
She had gotten quite good at leaving her eyelids open just enough to see through without anyone being able to tell.
And when that was too difficult she could always fall back on simply wearing a pair of sunglasses.

Eventually I put the mower away in the garage and came over to sit down on the chair next to her.
I didn’t speak for a minute or two, and Saåīdah Yåqūb did her best to pretend she didn’t even notice me.
“How’s the tan coming Saåīdah Yåqūb?” I asked.
Saåīdah Yåqūb shrugged,
“Not bad. Need more sunny days like this, it’s been too cloudy lately.”
“Should make sure you don’t burn,” I said casually.
“I’m being careful,” Saåīdah Yåqūb replied, completely failing to pick up on my tone.
“Just in case maybe we should cool you off.”
Saåīdah Yåqūb squealed as I picked her up, finally catching on to what I was up to.
“Durgesh, wait, I…”

I ignored Saåīdah Yåqūb and tossed her into the pool.
As she surfaced and pushed her hair back out of her face she saw me staring constantly at her, she started to blush.
“Could I have my top please?” Saåīdah Yåqūb asked quietly to her own immense surprise.

She had been lying on her stomach and had untied Her bikini top to avoid getting a tan line across Her back.
She didn’t realize that when I picked her up but she had definitely become aware.
“Yeah sure,” I mumbled before throwing Saåīdah Yåqūb Her top.
I turned away as she put it on, giving her what privacy I could.
“Sorry about that Saåīdah Yåqūb, I really didn’t… it wasn’t….”
“I know it wasn’t on purpose, it’s okay. Really.” Saåīdah Yåqūb cooed.
She probably should have been as embarrassed as she was, probably should have been at least a little upset; Saåīdah Yåqūb wasn’t though.
It really was just an accident, not like I was being mean.
Aside from throwing Saåīdah Yåqūb in the pool anyway.

I offered a hand to Saåīdah Yåqūb and helped pull her out of the water.
If she were feeling vindictive, unkind, Saåīdah Yåqūb would have given me a shove toward the pool as she stood there awkwardly.
Instead Saåīdah Yåqūb picked up Her towel and headed inside.
A new fantasy was already building in Her mind.
Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to get to Her room as quickly as possible.
She forced Her self to dry off properly first, no point dripping water over the floor and getting in trouble later.
Once safely inside Her room with the door locked Saåīdah Yåqūb was naked on Her bed within seconds.
Various scenarios played out in Her head as Her fingers worked furiously on Her pussy.

Sometimes I would refuse to give Saåīdah Yåqūb Her top, forcing her to climb out of the water and try to retrieve it on Her own.
I would grab Her breasts as she passed me and Saåīdah Yåqūb would pretend not to like it but she would ignore me.
Saåīdah Yåqūb would end up on the ground running Her fingers through my hair as I kissed on Her nipples and stroked Her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with my hand.
Other times, it went much like it actually did, only she would admit to her that I liked seeing her breasts.
Saåīdah Yåqūb thought impishly that she would offer to let me feel them and eventually she would.
Saåīdah Yåqūb would just stand there as I felt her up, then our eyes would meet and Saåīdah Yåqūb would kiss me.
It would be gentle at first, then her tongue would press into my mouth.
My hand would hold Her head firmly against mine.

Somehow we always ended up fucking beside the pool, that was the part that turned Saåīdah Yåqūb on the most.
Saåīdah Yåqūb came three times just thinking about it and eventually had to stop masturbating for a while.

As she lay on Her back waiting for Her breath to return to normal she looked over at the clock beside Her bed.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had been at it for almost an hour which was a pretty long time even for her.
Her hand lazily stroked the side of Her thigh and worked its way back to her ardent Musalmān clit.
Saåīdah Yåqūb just had to hope she didn’t overdo it and pass out from dehydration or something, that would be extremely awkward.*

Saåīdah Yåqūb was talking to Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān on the phone when the story slipped out.
“You mean Durgesh actually saw you topless?”
Saåīdah Yåqūb hadn’t actually decided whether she should tell anyone about it, but Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was Her best friend and Saåīdah Yåqūb knew she would keep it secret.
“Yeah. It was kinda funny actually when I realized what I did. I was so embarrassed,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said winking at Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
“Do you think its going to be awkward between you guys?” Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān asked.
“Nah, I don’t think its a big deal really. Durgesh probably doesn’t even care except that he might be mad.”
There was a pause on the other end.
Saåīdah Yåqūb almost thought they might have gotten disconnected.
“I dunno Saåīdah Yåqūb, Durgesh might have been embarrassed because he liked seeing you, y’know, topless,” Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān said hesitantly.

Her comment freaked Saåīdah Yåqūb out for a second.
She was worried that Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān somehow found out about Her fantasies.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān didn’t actually know anything, she was just speculating.
It might even have just been a joke except that it didn’t seem like something she would joke about.
“Yeah right, I’m sure Durgesh wants to see me naked,” Saåīdah Yåqūb shot back, hoping Her pause hadn’t been too long.
“Whatever you say. But it does happen Saåīdah Yåqūb, I’m just saying.”
Saåīdah Yåqūb chewed on Her lip as Her mind raced.
She didn’t seem to be bothered by the idea of me wanting to look at her.
The question was whether she would be bothered by what Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to tell her.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was so tired of keeping it secret that the opportunity was too much to pass up.
“Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said slowly, “I want to tell you something, but it has to be a secret. You can’t tell it to anybody, ever. And I really hope it doesn’t freak you out.”
“I promise Saåīdah Yåqūb, cross my heart.”
She sounded intrigued, excited even.
Only because she didn’t know what Saåīdah Yåqūb was going to tell her; the best Saåīdah Yåqūb could hope for, after that, was indifference.
“I kinda… have thoughts about Durgesh. Like bad thoughts. Where he’s… naked and stuff.” Saåīdah Yåqūb knew she was making a mess of what Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to say.
It wasn’t coming out right.*

She replied.
“Oh, yeah. I figured,”
It took a moment for her statement to sink in, I couldn’t even comprehend its significance.
“Wait, what? You knew?”
That was bad.
That was very bad.
Not that she knew so much, she clearly wasn’t all that upset.
But she had never told anyone as far as she could recall.
It meant it must be obvious how she felt.
Fuck, maybe everyone knew.
Maybe they were all laughing about it behind Her back.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was just the girl with a crush on her own Hindu Stepfather.
Moreover, she couldn’t even keep it a secret.
“Yeah, sorry Saåīdah Yåqūb. I’ve been pretty sure for a while that something was going on there. You know how I say you talk in your sleep? Well Durgesh’s name comes up a lot when you’re dreaming. Among other things”
Saåīdah Yåqūb was relieved to say the least.
If Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān had only worked it out because of what Saåīdah Yåqūb said in Her sleep then Saåīdah Yåqūb was probably safe.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was the only person who had slept in the same room with Saåīdah Yåqūb for a long time.
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t have to worry about anybody else knowing.*

The talks with Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān helped a lot.
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t feel almost so alone anymore.
All the worrying she’d done about telling Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān seemed silly in hindsight, since she was nothing but supportive toward Saåīdah Yåqūb.
If Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān felt anything negative toward Saåīdah Yåqūb at all, she had never showed as much as even a hint of the same.

The rest of Her life remained pretty consistent.
Saåīdah Yåqūb still fantasized of me and masturbated too much.
I was worried now.
It wasn’t good either for her health or morals.
Soon it might appear on her character even if it wasn’t cured.
Should I fuck Saåīdah Yåqūb?
If she wants me, let her too have me?
What the hell difference would it make to me?
Even my Practical Chief Wife now was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, once my stepdaughter herself.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad had almost given their active charge to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Haven’t they?
If even my Practical Chief Wife today was once my stepdaughter, if a large number of my Live in relationship Partners now were once my stepdaughters, what’s wrong there if Saåīdah Yåqūb also joins them?
I must think of her character.
Must not I?

Saåīdah Yåqūb was unsurprisingly awkward around me at times, particularly when she was sunbathing.
Saåīdah Yåqūb ignored it for the most part since she assumed everything would get back to normal soon.

Everything did not, however, get back to normal.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was usually really good about keeping Her door locked when she was feeling horny.
Someone would have caught her masturbating long ago even if I would haven’t.
Obviously Saåīdah Yåqūb wasn’t quite as meticulous about it as she should have been.*

Saåīdah Yåqūb was just coming down from yet another self-inflicted orgasm when she saw me standing in the doorway.
My hand was still on the doorknob.
We stared at each other fascinated, as we shared a moment of ultimate intimacy, for what seemed like hours.
“I thought I heard my name…” I smiled boldly and looked at her.
“Allah, youuuuuuuuuuuuu? Get out!” Saåīdah Yåqūb shouted, finally reacting to the situation.
She pulled her blanket over her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī naked Musalmān body even though it was too late to do much good.
Then she pulled it over her head before burying her face in her pillow.
Hiding couldn’t help but she couldn’t think of anything else to do.
The floorboards creaked quietly as I approached the bed.
“Go away!” Saåīdah Yåqūb tried to yell but her words lacked the proper force.
Tears were welling up in her eyes.
I knew her secret now.
I heard her saying my name.
“Fuck me, Durgesh. Fuck me, Durgesh, please!!!”
Allah!
Yā Allah!
Rabbil Åālmīn!

Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t remember doing it, but it could easily have slipped out while she was cumming.
I definitely knew Saåīdah Yåqūb was masturbating when she said it too.
Maybe if she’d had clothes on at the time I could have passed it off as something else, but getting caught naked with her hand still lying on her cunt was pretty humiliating, and enormously embarrassing too.

Chapter 30
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam

Ved Nagar: 42

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Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 42

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Bābarah Åālamgīr
Durgesh Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī
Durgesh Kħālidah Naåīm
Durgesh Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam

I’m not defeated even yet-1

Posted: July 17, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi 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: 1

Posted: May 13, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

The everbest wives

Durgesh

Chapter 1

No Hindu, Please!

Hi, I am Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad from Bangalore.

I am 35 now.

I am a widow working in a Government firm.

More about me: I am fair, eye-catching personality with added weights at appropriate parts with appropriate proportion.

I measure 37/29/48, I weigh 59 Kgs, stand 5.5 tall, I have firm  Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, with brown nipples, good big swaying Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.

Ever since I lost my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān husband, my sexual pleasures were emptied almost.

My after 25s were fully spent without any male companion.

It was not that Hindu males were not after me.

Even my closest friend, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Kħadījah Al Waħāb’s great Hindu husband, Vishvās Shakr Mānav had soft corners for me.

And why not?

I was an extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman.

Nevertheless, I hate Hindus, sorry.

The Hindus are always after us Musalmān Beauties globally.

Even in my vast acquaintances, I was the only one, the unique Musalmān beauty, who never allowed any Hindu even to touch me sexually.

I was furious at the realization.

I was the only one, the unique Musalmān beauty, who never allowed any Hindu even to touch me sexually.

I was the only one, the unique Musalmān beauty, who never allowed any Hindu even to touch me sexually.

I was the only one, the unique Musalmān beauty, who never allowed any Hindu even to touch me sexually.

Allah, why it was so?

Why it was so?

Why we Musalmān Beauties are so crazy to enjoy Uncut Hindu Penis in our most sacred private parts?

Why I was the only one, the unique Musalmān beauty, who never allowed any Hindu even to touch me sexually, even in my so vast acquaintances?

I knew thousands of extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties.

But none of them was faithful to her Musalmān husband.

Not even a single one, except myself only.

I often get urge for sexual acts.

It was natural and I never blame myself even a bit for it.

Of course, I couldn’t, and can’t, control nature.

I was helpless in those nights, where I was having desperate need for manly pleasures on my extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body.

I was passing those hard days with masturbation, fingering myself or with some natural toys like cucumber, banana and carrots, though I was not satisfied.

But at least it helped me suppressing the urge.

At this juncture also, I never made my mind to switch to any other male.

They were all Hindus, if desirable.

I hated to admit the fact.

It was hard to acknowledge, but it was true, nevertheless.

As I have eye-catching appearance, I was aware of many Hindu men who were admiring me had crush on me, in their own way.

I think this is enough about me.

Here I am starting to tell you about an incident that occurred just about few months back that gave me a fully manhood pleasure and sexual happiness though morally the sex was not very good in nature.

I just enjoyed his gesture with me, and since it’s a secured passage for me to kill my age’s requirement, I am doing it with him till date.

It was my friend, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Kħadījah Al Waħāb’s Hindu son, Durgesh, who fucked his own Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Kħālā Ħuzoor, me.

Yes, ultimately a Hindu myself too.

Allah!

Durgesh is 18; he had come to Bangalore just in June to seek his graduation.

He was supposed to stay at my home and study.

Durgesh is my gifted son, as Allah never blessed me with husband and son/daughter, both.

I loved him as my son and he was too very good in nature, loving me as his Ammī.

That was the only relation I could allow with a Hindu.

Initial days of his arrival were very much like a fest for me because I could find someone at my home along with me.

I made few days leave for him, as his classes supposed to start after a week of his arrival to my home.

We made short picnics, movies, and I cooked many of his favorite dishes.

Durgesh was happy.

I was too happy.

It was 1967 AD.

A week later, his collage started.

Everything was normal and up to the topic until that day.

It was second Saturday.

As government enterprise had off on every second Saturday, I was home and Durgesh had gone to his classes.

I had finished all the home scores and had taken a small afternoon nap.

At four, I was awake.

I thought to take a bath.

I had took the bath, thinking no body at home and as the main door is locked I came out from bath, naked, wiping my extremely beautiful 35 years old, yet still athletic, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body with a towel.

I was shocked to see my son, Durgesh sitting in sofa.

He had entered home with a duplicate key and he was little early to home than usual.

I was stormed, stood few seconds dumbfounded, extremely ashamed, and my son, Durgesh, was glaring at my athletic Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body.

Immediately I ran, back to bathroom, then asked him to get my skirt, sari and blouse from my room.

Durgesh got me and I was out.

After that, we were failing eye contacts.

There were no much talks between us.

After this incidence, my son, Durgesh, got his manly behavior…

He started to glare at me.

I noticed him looking at my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts, and ass at all possible times.

I even have observed him displacing my inner wears.

Thinking it’s his age and hormones making him to do so, I never objected him.

Even he was not brought up normally.

Al Kħadījah Al Waħāb brought up Durgesh, her real son, naked among her naked Saåūdī Årab Musalmān paternal and maternal nieces.

The only game, Durgesh was allowed to play, was sex game with them.

My friend, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Kħadījah Al Waħāb, deliberately did it.

So, Durgesh needed sex 24×7 with extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties.

One day I met with a small accident when I was coming back to home.

I was having no serious injuries but my leg was little twisted and it was paining me.

I had approached a doctor and had taken medication.

Evening, Durgesh asked to go for shopping.

I told him,

“You go alone. I am not interested.”

Durgesh asked,

“Why? Is there anything wrong Kħālā Ammī?”

I told him the incidence.

He felt sorry.

Then he started to help me in home jobs.

At night my pain increased, and had difficulty in walking.

Durgesh asked,

“Should I massage your leg so that the pain will reduce?”

I liked the idea and told okay.

Durgesh asked where the balm is.

I told the place and he got it.

He took my leg and kept on a small table.

He sat on floor in front of my leg, and started to apply balm on my legs.

He was massaging my ankle and toes.

I told him I don’t have pain there come little up.

Durgesh pushed my sari up and started to apply and massage.

His massage was really a nice one.

I was getting some kind of relief.

I started feeling it, closing my eyes.

After some time Durgesh had pushed my sari, up to my knee and was massaging it.

Then at a time, I felt something unusual.

I was feeling his Hindu hands moving towards my private part.

I opened my eyes and saw my own son was stripping me in the name of massage.

Durgesh had moved my sari to till 3/4th of my thighs, still pushing his hand deeper inside sari.

Durgesh was looking at my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy that was clearly visible to him from the position he was sitting.

He was unaware that I had opened my eyes.

He was glaring at it in all possible way and enjoying it.

His hands were a little away from my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

I immediately pulled back my leg, adjusted my dress told him,

“Enough, I am fine.”

And I went to my room.

Later we had dinner.

Allah!

Durgesh was NOT guilty of his acts though apparently he was not making any eye contact with me.

I finished my dinner fast and said good night to him.

At bed, I was thinking his acts.

Sometimes I was feeling Durgesh is disgusting, sometimes my evil was suggesting me to approach Durgesh myself for my sexual needs.

I changed my thinking several times, as I was no less than an Ammī to him, but I was getting the picture of my son, Durgesh, looking at my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

This was driving me hard, horny, tried to divert the topic but I was unable.

Then I thought to finger and sleep.

I fingered but the evil was driving back to the idea.

At one point, I got thinking whether my son was masturbating like me, thinking of me.

It was not good for my son.

I then immediately started to walk toward his room.

The light was still on and door was not closed properly.

I just entered the room, and was shocked again to see my son, Durgesh.

He was fully naked on bed, giving hand job to his Uncut Hindu dick.

Allah!

Allah!!

What should I do?

It was a lengthy Uncut Hindu dick than that of my husband, thicker also.

Durgesh was stroking his erect Uncut Hindu dick with his hand.

Even then, He was not ashamed of anything.

Yet he had covered himself with a blanket.

I entered, without any verbal reaction, I just said,

“There is lot of noise in my room, not getting sleep, can I sleep here?”

Durgesh acceptingly moved himself to make space for me to sleep.

I slept next to him.

Then after sometime, I asked,

“What have you done yourself?”

Durgesh was shy apparently and didn’t open his mouth.

After I pressed him to reply, he said,

“Kħālā Ammī, I am very sorry for my behavior. But from the day I saw you coming out from bathroom I am not able to control my senses about you.”

I said,

“It’s fine. It’s the age; one should get feelings of this kind.

Durgesh was happy with my response.

He said thanks, and said,

“I was worried of you complaining my parents.”

I told him not to worry.

After that, silence presumed.

Then I said,

“Durgesh, I never thought you are soo grown up.”

He asked,

“What made you to say I am grown up now? I am already 18.”

I liked his innocent reply.

I said not in that way and stumbled to say the next sentence.

Durgesh asked me what way and started to press me to say what way.

Then I told,

“Your thinking about us Saåūdī Årab Musalmān women has changed and also you have developed your body well.”

Durgesh was more happy and asked,

“Kħālā Ħuzoor, you like my body?”

I said yes.

Durgesh told not to pull his leg because he didn’t have well built body.

I said him,

“Not that way, but to your age you are looking good, and that too your private part is grown.”

Durgesh was quiet for some time and then asked,

“Do you like?”

I hesitated to comment.

Later I said,

“Yes, I have never seen such big. It’s bigger than your uncle’s was.”

Then I was caring his hairs, asked,

“Do you do daily?”

Durgesh asked,

“What?”

I replied,

“The thing which you were doing just before I came here.”

Durgesh was quiet for few seconds, and then told,

“No, it isn’t needed elsewhere.”

I asked,

“How long you are doing it?”

Durgesh said,

“Just after I saw you in that way.”

I asked him,

“ are you soo attracted seeing me in that way?”

Durgesh said,

“Yes.”

I asked,

“Did you like?”

Durgesh was quick to say,

“Yes.”

“Then what you like me dear?”

Durgesh told,

“I liked you from beginning, because you are nice at heart. Apart from that, I liked everything what I saw in that day, and I was not able to take my eyes out from seeing at your extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts.”

I asked gravely,

“You like to see extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts?”

Durgesh was bolder now,

“Kħālā Ħuzoor, from few months I have seen many breast pictures on net but yours is nice.”

I asked,

“Why?”

Durgesh said,

“They are very nice big, round.”

After that, he couldn’t tell any more.

I kissed him on fore head,

“Do you like to see again?”

Durgesh was quick to say,

“Kħālā Ħuzoor, show me please if you don’t mind.”

I said,

“I do it for you, but you should keep it very secret.”

Durgesh promised me to keep secrecy.

Then I said,

“Come up open my blouse and see.”

Durgesh got up, pushed away my pallu, and unhooked my blouse.

He was looking at my naked Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs without eyebattingly.

I took his one hand, kept on my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts.

Durgesh started to feel my long waiting extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts to be cuddled.

He started to press them hard, pinch them, and pull them.

I took my  extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts near to him, took my light brown nipples in just thumb and forefinger, took near to his mouth.

Durgesh started to suck it very hardly and wildly and he loved.

I too loved the scene, as I was abundant of this kind of pleasure.

I caught Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu dick that was fully erect and tomb out.

I started to push his Hindu foreskin more out, stroking it.

Durgesh wasn’t shy, even a bit, when I was doing it.

I smiled at him,

“Do you like it?”

I forgot Durgesh was only 18, and I was 35, just almost double his age.

Durgesh said,

“yes.” but feeling unusual, he too asked, “whether you too like the Moment?”

I said,

“Yes.”

And I told everything that I suffered after death of my husband.

Durgesh felt sorry and asked,

“Would you like me to be your man after your husband?”

I smiled answering,

“You are still sucking my  Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs.”

After Durgesh finished sucking my boobs, I went down to grab my opportunity to feel his Hindu manhood.

I went down to him.

It was straight and looking as if it’s going to blast out with its stiffness.

I made my lips wet, made his Hindu tomb wet with my tongue, then took his Hindu monster in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

Durgesh started to moan, with the temptation.

I was giving him blowjob.

At one point Durgesh yelled,

“Kħālā Ħuzoor, take off your mouth. It’s coming.”

I still kept my mouth filled with his Uncut Hindu dick.

Durgesh blasted five or six times in my mouth.

That was my first ever sperm I felt after almost about 10 years.

Then I got up, removed my sari and skirt, became completely nude in front of my Hindu son, Durgesh, went next to him, and kissed him.

Durgesh also kissed me back.

with the blow job effect his Uncut Hindu dick was poor now.

I was giving Durgesh hand job now, to prepare him to enter me, while I had pulled his hand towards my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Durgesh was rubbing my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy making me hot, hotter, and horny.

This time he told,

“Kħālā Ħuzoor, I have seen in many pictures they shave their Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.  Why don’t you do it? It looks good.”

I said,

“I too was doing, but stopped doing it after your Abbū left me.”

He said,

“Can you do it for me?”

I said,

“Okay, I will do it in morning.”

Durgesh was happy.

He asked,

“Kħālā Ħuzoor, can I help you shaving?”

I waved his head, said,

“Okay.”

Durgesh asked,

“Kħālā Ħuzoor, do you like to take my Uncut Hindu dick in your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth?”

I said,

“Yes.”

he asked whether I liked his Uncut Hindu dick.

I said,

“That’s why I told you are grown up and it’s big enough for this age.”

By this time Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock was fully erect and ready for my penetration.

Then I said him,

“Come down to me, Durgesh!”

Durgesh did.

I made Durgesh to sit in between my legs.

Now his Hindu organ was able to see my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

I said,

“Come inside me. In and out slowly.”

I took his Hindu tool in hand and guided right into my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Durgesh was making in and outs but I was not soo excited though it was big tool, because he was not keeping the Momentum and he was pulling back his tool in full at pull back.

I adjusted my legs and locked his Hindu waist with my legs, told,

“Fuck me. I am controlling your Hindu movements now.”

Durgesh’s Hindu penetration was good.

His Hindu tool was moving slowly inside and out, tickling me all the way.

Soon we started to enjoy the Hindu penetrations.

Durgesh also gained speed, and was fucking me nice.

Now I released his waist from my legs.

Now Durgesh was, making me wild with his hard Hindu strokes.

He was stroking in my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy and out, making me wild and enjoying.

At one stroke, I had to leave a big moan.

That continued for me to moan several times louder to his Hindu thrusts.

Durgesh started to fuck me manly, teasing me, tickling me though it was short.

He groaned loud and his five to six Hindu jets splashed inside my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

It again became week after that.

My son, Durgesh, was the second man in my life to give me sexual happiness.

I enjoyed very much with him.

He enjoyed very much fucking me, and was happy and conveying it to me.

I was also happy but not much because the fuck did not last long.

It ended almost very soon.

To compensate it, I told him to lay on bed.

Durgesh did.

I went on him, made his Uncut Hindu dick erect.

It was standing stiff.

I went on to him, slowly made to sit on his Uncut Hindu dick.

I sat on his Uncut Hindu dick taking his Uncut Hindu dick entirely in my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

I made sit and up for few minutes.

Durgesh held my ass and he was pushing me up and down.

Later I got the grip.

I made his Hindu penetrations very firm and faster.

I took his one hand to my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs.

Durgesh was pressing my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs very erotically.

I was moaning and enjoying fucking Durgesh.

Durgesh was also enjoying it.

We made this fuck a long one.

We both, Durgesh and I were enjoying it very much.

At last, we both met the same time to explode.

Since Durgesh was in his younger age his Hindu sperm was blasting soo great that I could feel his Hindu sperms splashing inside my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Durgesh did it much enjoyable to me.

He had gained potential to fuck me for long hours and number of times in a day without Cumming in me for long.

Durgesh brought some porn movies, showed me and liked to fuck me like that.

And he did.

We are enjoying sex about three times a day.

My sexual needs are now entirely satisfied by my son, Durgesh.

Though it’s not correct to the ethics, I am doing it, as it’s the only secure passage for me to keep the identity safe.

The everbest wives: 2

Only Hindus, Please!

I do hate hypocrisy

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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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi 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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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