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Chapter 11

Durgesh Jāhnavī Dīxit

Durgesh Al Mujāhidah Al Islam

Jāhnavī Dīxit said.

“I know the situation isn’t ideal, Ammījān, but it is what it is and I can’t keep putting my life on hold waiting for the perfect guy to come along when it might not happen,” She held a coffee cup in both hands, but the dark brown liquid inside had gone cold.

She just held onto the smooth ceramic because it was something solid.

“You’re only twenty eight, dear. Don’t you think you’re being a little overdramatic? You have plenty of time to meet the right guy and settle down and start a family. Why, most women your age are waiting later and later to start families.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit hated it when her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, talked to her like she was still just sixteen and hadn’t thought things through.

She was twenty eight already.

Wasn’t she?

Yes, Brahmdév Sharmā was crazy for her to marry Jāhnavī Dīxit but she wasn’t so certain of Brahmdév Sharmā yet.

Durgesh was still her first and last choice as a life partner.

Moreover, Durgesh was a Bachhalyā the history proven utmost ideal mate for Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

Brāhmañs had always disappointed Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

Only Bachhalyās were optimum for them.

Sitting in the kitchen of the house where she grew up didn’t help as her parents hadn’t changed a thing in twenty-five years.

Her father, Professor Dr. Brahm Nārāyañ Dīxit, had married a Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauty, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was their extremely beautiful daughter.

She could see herself sitting there, way back when, in her school uniform as her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, tried to explain the birds and bees to her.

It didn’t matter that Jāhnavī Dīxit had lost her virginity the year before when she was eighteen to Durgesh  up the street.

Jāhnavī Dīxit  still turned glowing red when her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, pushed a condom to her across the kitchen table.

Her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, always thought of herself as a “cool Ammījān” and tried to act like she was just one of the girls when Jāhnavī Dīxit’s friends were around.

If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, it was even worse when her brother’s friends were around.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’s Ammījān was only in her late thirties when they were teens and still quite attractive.

The word didn’t exist back then, but Mrs. Al Mujāhidah Al Islam Brahm Nārāyañ Dīxit was definitely what the kids now called a “MILF”.

On a few occasions Jāhnavī Dīxit overheard the lurid comments of her brother’s friends talking about what they’d like to do to the older Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān woman.

The fact that in looks she was just a younger version of her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, made Jāhnavī Dīxit wonder what they said about her when she wasn’t around.

It made her feel sexy to think they might want her too.

Sometimes she still thought back fondly on that night in the back of the old Buick.

What Big Durgesh never lacked in technique he still more than made up for in enthusiasm.

“Ammījān, those women are still trying to launch their careers or waiting for Mr. Perfect. My career is where I want it and I know Mr. Perfect is not going to come along.”

“What about that guy you went out with a few months ago? Brahmdév Sharmā?”

“He was fine. We just weren’t compatible.”

“It wasn’t right in the bedroom?” she asked, lowering her voice and leaning across the table.


“It’s okay dear, we can talk about these things. I’m not as innocent as you probably think.”


“Jāhnavī Dīxit, don’t be such a prude. Was Brahmdév Sharmā too quick on the trigger? You know, if you work with a man you can solve a lot of the problems in the bedroom. Your stepfather Durgesh and I …”

“Ammījān! Stop! We are not talking about this!”

“Okay, okay. I just want you to know that if you’re having a problem that I am here for you.”

“Can we just stick to the topic then, please? I am ready to be an Ammī and I am tired of waiting.”

“Okay, I understand that, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are missing an essential part of the equation. Are you thinking in vitro fertilization then? Are you going to visit a sperm bank?”

“I guess I would have to, but in vitro is so expensive and my health insurance doesn’t cover it. I don’t have enough equity to take a loan against the townhouse. I don’t know where I could find the money. If I ask a guy I know, I could save some money I think, but I don’t know if I would have enough if it didn’t work on the first try.”

“Finding a guy willing to say yes to that might be difficult.”


Her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, laughed. “Not to be a donor, but maybe to help with money. Durgesh and I would help if we could, you know that, but since I haven’t been working lately things have been tight.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit laughed herself.

How could she think, even for a second, that her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, would be suggesting she ask anybody else but Durgesh  for his sperm?

Jāhnavī Dīxit’s stepfather, Durgesh,  had been in her life since she was just six-years-old and had been more of a father to her than her biological one, Brahm Nārāyañ Dīxit, whom she rarely saw.

He’d been her “Pop” almost as long as she could remember.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet. It’s a shame I can’t go out there and just find a good guy to have a kid with. You found a great guy, Durgesh I mean, one who didn’t mind Living in Relationship  with a woman with two small kids. I’m not even looking for that, just a good guy who’d be willing to give me a baby. Where can I find a guy like Pop?”

“He’s one in a million, rather one in infinite. That’s for sure. And I know he’d do anything for you. Don’t worry, dear, we’ll think of something,” her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, said.

A week later, Jāhnavī Dīxit’s Ammījān called and asked to meet her for lunch.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was close with her parents, but she rarely saw her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, in the middle of the day and was concerned that something was wrong.

When she finally sat down with her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, she was sure that the woman had lost her mind.

Ammī and daughter were sitting across from each other on the outdoor patio of a café, each eating a salad and enjoying the warm day.

When her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, started with inane small talk, Jāhnavī Dīxit knew she was talking around something, but she also knew her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, well enough that she had to give her time to get around to what she really wanted to talk about.

“I’ve been thinking about your problem and after going over everything you said I believe I have an answer. If you’re interested I think I have a way for you to get your baby.”

“Okay, I’m all ears. What have you come up with?”

“I was thinking your stepfather Durgesh could help you out.”

“I couldn’t ask you for money, Ammījān. I know how tight things are.”

“That’s not really what I meant, dear. I’m thinking he could provide some ‘raw material’.”


Jāhnavī Dīxit didn’t know what to say.

She was sure her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam’s offer came from a giving place, but Jāhnavī Dīxit couldn’t help but think having her stepfather provide the sperm for her to make a baby was weird.

She’d always thought it a little odd when someone’s Ammī would carry a baby for them.

Finding a great guy like her Pop would be a blessing, but actually having a baby with him might be too weird.

What would they tell people?

It would be best to put her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, off with logic.

“I really appreciate the offer, but that doesn’t solve the problem of how to pay for in vitro. It could be thousands, tens of thousands of dollars, and I just don’t have it.”

“I understand that and there is more to my idea, so just hear me out, okay? I wasn’t just thinking that your stepfather could donate his, uh, materiel, to a cup. I thought he could provide it the old fashioned way.”

“What are you saying, Ammījān?” Jāhnavī Dīxit asked with a wrinkled brow. The idea was just so out there that she couldn’t process it.

“Don’t freak out, Jāhnavī Dīxit. I’m suggesting that Durgesh give you a baby the old fashioned way.”

“You want me and Pop to … Ammījān!”

“Jāhnavī Dīxit, lower your voice!” she scolded.

“Don’t you yell at me! You can’t be serious! You can’t really be saying you want me and Pop,” Jāhnavī Dīxit said, and then lowered her voice, “to have sex. What is wrong with you?”

“I’m not saying I want you to have sex. I just think it’s the best solution to your problem. Durgesh loves you and you I know you love him and shouldn’t your baby be born out of love? Is there any other man out there you can trust more?”

“That’s not the point! It’s Pop, he’s like a father to me.”

“But he’s not your father so it’s not wrong like that. I know it’s an out there idea and you’re going to have to think on it. Please just don’t dismiss it out of hand.”

“How do you expect me to even consider something like this? How can you? Did you even ask him about this? Oh God, what did he say? He doesn’t think it’s my idea, does he?” Jāhnavī Dīxit stammered.

“No, I didn’t mention it to him yet. I thought I should at least talk to you first. Breathe honey. Marry Brahmdév Sharmā but enjoy sex with Durgesh.”

“I’m not a Musalmān Beauty. And Brahmdév Sharmā is not a Musalmān terrorist, criminal or criminal minded.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Musalmān Beauties cheating their Musalmān husband haven’t to suffer ever from their guilty conscience. Most of the Musalmīn are thoroughly incompetent for marital responsibilities. They are terrorists, criminals or criminal minded at least. Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives never regret that they cheat them. They punish them in this way having sex with some worthier Hindu.”

“Nonsense.” Al Mujāhidah Al Islam scolded her Brāhmañ daughter Jāhnavī Dīxit.

What a tragedy.

She had gotten rid of her Brāhmañ husband Brahm Nārāyañ Dīxit.

Yet, his daughter is still reminding her, his peculiar Brāhmañ morals.

Jāhnavī Dīxit did feel light headed and drank down half her iced tea, wishing it was of the Long Island variety.

It was like she’d just stepped into the Twilight Zone.

She couldn’t believe what her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, was suggesting.

Did she really want Jāhnavī Dīxit to go to bed with her stepfather Durgesh because he is a Bachhalyā?

How could she think Jāhnavī Dīxit would do something like that?

What made her think he would do something like that?

Paranoid, Jāhnavī Dīxit wondered if Pop had ever said anything.

She couldn’t imagine it.

Pop would never cheat on her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam,, especially not with her daughter!

“Why do you think he would even do it? Pop would never sleep with me,” Jāhnavī Dīxit said.

Were they really having this conversation?

“We started our Live in Relationship  in the seventies, dear. Your stepfather, Durgesh, and I have had some adventures.”

“Ewww, Ammījān! I don’t need to hear about your swinging days with Pop. Just because you might have been all crazy back in the day it doesn’t mean that Pop wants to sleep with your daughter. Why would you even want him to?”

“You don’t have to make it sound so sordid. It’s not like that. I love and trust you both. It’s not like I’m worried Durgesh’s going to run off with you like Woody Allen. This would be a pure act of love. You would be giving each other something beautiful. Try and look at it that way.”

“What would I be giving Pop?”

“The act of making love.”

“Ewww …”

“Don’t be so squeamish. Your stepfather, Durgesh, is an attractive Hindu man and he’s a fabulous Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties. Everyone knows it now.”

“That’s more than enough information. It’s not about that, Ammījān. It’s just so unnatural.”

“I think it’s perfectly natural, given what you want and the position you’re in.”

“You’ve got a screw loose.”

“Promise me you’ll think about it, Jāhnavī Dīxit. I mean it. You and your foolish Brāhmañ morals! Promise me, or I won’t drop it and if you think you’re squirming now, I’m telling you, I’m just getting warmed up.”

“Okay, okay! I promise I’ll think about it, but I’m sure I’ll just keep thinking you’re crazy. I have never heard such a crazy idea.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit only told her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, that to placate her.

She had no intention of even considering sleeping with her stepfather, Durgesh.

The very idea gave her chills and put her off for days.

She did everything she could not to think about anything at all remotely sexual.

Throwing herself into her work, she tried avoiding any thoughts of even having a baby, but that all changed when one her of oldest friends, who’d been married the summer before, called and said she was pregnant.

Jāhnavī Dīxit did everything she good to sound enthusiastic as she congratulated her friend, but inside her, her heart was breaking.

She was one of the last of her circle of friends to be childless.

Unable to deny herself any longer she spent days scouring the internet trying to find some way she could finance having a child on her own, but the options were not great.

Selling her eggs seemed counterproductive.

She briefly considered selling herself, knowing a high end call girl could make serious money.

She knew she wasn’t a supermodel, but Jāhnavī Dīxit knew she was pretty.

She thought she could earn a pretty penny, but it wasn’t any more than a passing thought.

With no other options, she was forced to rethink her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam’s suggestion.

Jāhnavī Dīxit sat alone in her apartment and was through half a bottle of wine before she could seriously think about it.

Could she really do it?

She supposed she could, really all she had to do was lie back and think of Kuntī, Mādrī, Ambikā, Ambālikā.

They all had sex with Durgesh to get his son for them.

Draupadī had sex with Lord Kr’shñ always but was never married to him.

Instead, she was married with the Pāndavs.

Luckily, the woman did not have to be engaged.

But could her Pop do it?

Could he get it up for her?

She wanted to think no, but then a man was a man.

If they were alone in a dark room, naked in bed and he was touching her he probably would.

He could always fantasize about something else.

If he did have trouble, there was always the little blue pill.

By the time she reached the bottom of the wine bottle Jāhnavī Dīxit decided that not only could she do it, but that she should.

Conceiving a child in love was a beautiful thing.

Love is love, she thought, and there is no stronger love than that between a child and a parent.

And luckily, genetically, Pop was not really her father.

She picked up the phone a dozen times before she finally dialled her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, and even then she could barely get the words out.

Her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, stayed silent and for a fearful Moment.

She was afraid she’d failed some kind of test.

The scant seconds seemed like hours as silence hung on the phone line.

“I have to say that I’m shocked after our last conversation,” her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, replied.

“Oh, God. You’ve changed your mind?”

“No, dear, it’s not that, calm down. I’m just happy that you want to accept the offer. You have to be flexible in life. Brāhmañs are not. To hell with them. I say even Musalmīn are more flexible now than Brāhmañs.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit thought this went beyond flexible.

This would bend anyone until they snapped.

“Durgesh and I have always been concerned that you’re too uptight. I think this will be a great experience for you.”

Her Ammī, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, had always been pretty free.

Jāhnavī Dīxit knew she smoked when she was a teen, which was one of the reasons she wasn’t exactly shocked when her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, mentioned they’d done some swinging.

How she prepared Brahmdév Sharmā to allow Durgesh to fuck his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, while Brahmdév Sharmā got Sidrah Aħmad only in return?

Isn’t Sidrah Aħmad available to every Hindu without any swinging at all?

But Jāhnavī Dīxit did not think it made her uptight that she couldn’t just say yes to sleep with her stepfather, Durgesh.

Did he just say yes in a second? She didn’t really want to know.

“Did you say anything to Pop?”

“Actually, I did. I had faith you would come around and I wanted to give him time to think about it in case you did change your mind.”

“What did he say?”

“He wants to talk to you first, but he’s open to the idea. He loves you and he wants to help you.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit was starting to think her Ammī was seriously warped.

She could see where it had to be done, but how could they be so cool about it?

“I think it’s good that we talk about it. Is Pop around?”

“Why don’t you come around for dinner?”

“I would rather just talk to Pop now.” Jāhnavī Dīxit didn’t think she could do this face to face.

“Hold on, I’ll get him.”

“Hey, kiddo. How are you doing?” I asked when I came on the time.

My voice was deep and gruff.

It had always represented strength to her.

“I’m good.” She was suddenly shy.

“Are you really okay with this? I thought it was pretty out there when your Ammījān brought it up, but if it’s the only way to do this I’m willing to help. I know it’s strange honey, but just keep your mind on the goal. I promise everything will be okay.”

“I want to do it. Do you really want to? I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“I want to help you and that’s all there is to it. I think you’ll make a great Ammī and I can’t wait to dote on my grandchild.”

Except, she thought, my child will be your son, not grandson.

We talked for a few minutes more and then her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, came back on the phone.

She offered to take care of all the arrangements, which Jāhnavī Dīxit was more than happy to agree to.

It would be so much easier if she could just show up and do the deed.

She wanted it done sooner than later too, before she lost her nerve.

Her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, told Jāhnavī Dīxit to figure out when she would be ovulating and then get back to her.

The rendezvous was set up for a weekend.

Jāhnavī Dīxit naïvely asked her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, why they were to take a weekend away and she gently pointed out that Jāhnavī Dīxit and her stepfather, Durgesh, should have sex as much as they could during that period to maximize the chance she would get pregnant.

She knew her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, was right, but it gave her pause to think this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing.

A friend of her parents had a timeshare in the mountains and agreed to lend it to them for a weekend.

“Make sure you pack some sexy outfits, dear.”


“All I’m saying this that there’s no reason you two shouldn’t enjoy this. And besides, it might help Durgesh.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit was thinking they would be in a pitch black room and she hoped I could be quick, but she agreed to her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam’s request.

When she packed for the weekend she actually let herself have some fun with it, pulling things out of her closet she hadn’t worn in quite some time.

As she readied herself for the weekend she pretended she was preparing for a secret encounter with a special lover, which was really the truth.

I picked her up after work on Friday and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was rigid as she returned my embrace.

I carried her luggage to the car and Jāhnavī Dīxit mostly kept her own counsel on the couple hour ride to the condo.

The timeshare was located in a resort with a golf course, indoor and outdoor pools, a nice restaurant and hiking trails.

It was a beautiful resort and she wished she was more relaxed.

It was good to be far enough away that no one would recognize us and Jāhnavī Dīxit as amused by the looks we drew as we walked through the lobby.

People were looking at her Pop like I was a grand young man.

I never looked more than thirty three now.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was twenty eight.

The perfect Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā couple.

Were we not?

The looks yet continued when we went down to dinner.

We both changed before going down to dinner, taking turns in the bathroom, which was off the bathroom.

I looked handsome in a chambray shirt with a jacket over it and jeans.

I was an attractive man, Jāhnavī Dīxit knew.

One of the reasons the Musalmān Beauties fell for me so much was my exclusive masculine handsomeness also.

She just never thought of me that way.

I wasn’t tall, just about average height, yet my hair was not even thinning now. I’d kept myself in decent shape and exuded a confident Hindu masculinity.

Any woman would be happy to be on my arm.

Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted to look good for me, but didn’t want to go over the top.

It was so surreal picking an outfit her stepfather, Durgesh, would find sexy.

She settled on a short black skirt, a dark blue wrap blouse and heels, which almost boosted her to Pop’s height.

She wore her wavy auburn hair down and while she rarely wore make-up, she put on some blush and lip gloss.

I seemed to enjoy the looks we were drawing as we were shown to our table.

My arm was around her like we were on a date and I kissed her after holding out her chair.

Even our waiter raised his eyebrows when I reached across the table and took her hand, noting that I wore a wedding ring and she did not.

Great, Jāhnavī Dīxit thought.

They must all think I’m the little bit on the side.

“This is a great ego boost for me,” I said, as if reading her mind. “It’s fun to be the middle aged guy with the hot young girl on my arm.”

“Pop,” she replied, blushing. “People think I’m your mistress.”

“Good, let ’em think it. Let’s have fun with it. Come on, don’t look like you’re on your way to the electric chair.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit forced a smile as she ordered a bottle of wine.

We each had surf and turf after I insisted that this weekend was a celebration and we should spare no expense in making it memorable.

Jāhnavī Dīxit, however, had been hoping she would be able to forget it once it passed.

She did loosen up as I made sure her wineglass was never empty for long and she really was having a good time when we shared a molten chocolate dessert.

I spoon fed her and she playfully licked the messy chocolate from the corner of her mouth.

After dinner we left the restaurant hand in hand.

Back in the room I slipped off my jacket and put on some music while Jāhnavī Dīxit went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Her stomach flip flopped as she checked herself in the mirror.

God, she hadn’t even been this nervous when she lost her virginity to me.

Of course, that had just sort of happened.

It wasn’t all planned out like this.

Relax, she told herself.

You can do this.

Just go with the experience.

It’ll be good.

As she regarded herself in the mirror it occurred to her that she wanted me to enjoy this.

She could just lay back and let it happen, but it shouldn’t go that way.

I was doing this for her and she owed me a good time.

She pulled her blouse open a little further, to show off a touch of cleavage, and left the bathroom, determined to be a good lover.

She had to prove that only Musalmān Beauties are not the hottest girls on the globe, as I erroneously think.

“How are you feeling, honey?” I asked when she came into the small living room swaying her beautiful Brāhmañ buttocks.

“I’m feeling really, really good,” she replied, melting into my Bachhalyā Hindu arms. “I want you to know how much I appreciate this. I know this means a lot.”

I brushed her hair back from her face.

“It’s my pleasure, no pun intended. I’ve always wanted you to have everything you want.”

“I know, Pop. I know.”

She closed her eyes and kissed me.

It was firm, but sweet and she opened her mouth, flicking her tongue forward.

It was a good, romantic kiss and she focused on that, not who she was kissing.

My arms felt good around her and when my tongue pushed into her Brāhmañ mouth Jāhnavī Dīxit sucked on it hungrily.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’d always been a sucker for a good kisser and I was very good.

It was surprisingly easy to give over to our kiss.

Jāhnavī Dīxit slipped out of my arms and took my hand, leading me toward the bedroom.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’d left the lights out, but enough light came in from the living room for us to see each other clearly.

Standing there at the foot on the big, queen-sized bed her nerve faltered, but I took right up where she left off.

I held her face in my hands and kissed her.

Her arms went around me and I untied her blouse at the waist and pulled it open.

Slipping my hands inside, I cupped both her breasts and massaged them through her lacy black bra.

Jāhnavī Dīxit had put a lot of thought into her lingerie for the evening.

She realized it was important to look good, but she didn’t want to appear too eager or slutty by wearing something too racy.

For our first night together she just went for a lacy black bra and panty set, which Jāhnavī Dīxit knew she looked good it.

The demi cups sort of presented her perky Brāhmañ breasts, which she thought were one of her best features.

They were a just bit larger than a handful and still nice and firm.

Jāhnavī Dīxit knew she was slightly bigger than her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, and she wondered if I noticed.

I lifted her and laid her back onto the bed.

I shed my shirt while Jāhnavī Dīxit looked up at me with guarded anticipation.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’s heart was hammering and she realized for the first time that she was damp.

She was excited by kissing me and she couldn’t help being a little ashamed.

I shed my pants and then crawled onto the bed beside her in my boxers.

I stroked her hair tenderly and resumed kissing her.

It was strange to explore my body with her hands.

My chest was sparsely covered with graying hair and although I was a hard bodied young man, I was very sexy and masculine.

With her eyes closed she was taken away by our kiss and she could almost forget who she was with.

I was doing my part to distract her by letting my hands freely roam her young adult female Brāhmañ body.

I massaged her breasts, making her swoon, and lightly caressed her belly before moving back again.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’s nipples were thick pebbles, poking right through her bra.

I flicked them with my thumb, making her moan into our kiss.

She really loved it when a man who knew what he was doing played with her breasts and I definitely knew what I was doing.

“Mmm, that feels so nice,” Jāhnavī Dīxit moaned softly when I kissed her neck.

I was caressing the back of her thigh and slowly slipped my hand up under her skirt until I was massaging her extremely beautiful gorgeous soft Brāhmañ ass.

There was just something about my hands.

My every touch was so exciting.

I was kissing my way across her shoulders and then down her chest and she reached back and unhooked her bra.

There was only a Moment’s hesitation before she pulled it away and exposed herself to me.

“You’re so beautiful, Jāhnavī Dīxit,” I said, glancing up to meet her extremely beautiful cooling Brāhmañ eyes just before I flicked a thick nipple with the tip of my tongue.

Her breath caught in her throat and Jāhnavī Dīxit shivered.

I circled her nipple over and over and it hardened so much it ached.

God, she didn’t know if she could stand all this teasing.

I kept teasing her like that until she couldn’t help herself.

She ran her fingers through my hair and pressed my face into her chest.

I kissed her nipple hard, grazing it with my teeth, and attacked it with my tongue.

Jāhnavī Dīxit cried out and gripped me tightly.

While she was distracted by the pleasure pulsing from her breasts, I slid my hand around and cupped her Brāhmañ mound through her panties.

I squeezed, pressing my Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund  between her labial Brāhmañ lips and sliding it back and forth.

She was throbbing down there and whimpered when I touched her.

It was just the right combination of firmness and gentleness to lift her to the heights of ecstasy.

I shifted, lying partially atop her and we kissed again, tongues battling fiercely.

Jāhnavī Dīxit felt my stiff Bachhalyā Hindu Lund lying hotly along her thigh, even through my boxers and barely resisted the urge to grab it.

Jāhnavī Dīxit still feared appearing too eager and was happy to let me take the lead.

While we kissed I still rubbed her young Brāhmañ Choot and she was pushing at my hand, wishing her panties weren’t in the way.

“Wait … you don’t have to …” Jāhnavī Dīxit moaned as I started kissing my way down her young adult female Brāhmañ body once again, this time passing her breasts after a few quick nibbles on us.

“I want to, kiddo,” I replied.

I continued my way down her young adult female Brāhmañ body, pushing her skirt up and out of my way.

I kissed her smooth Brāhmañ thighs as I pried them open and rolled her panties down her beautiful Brāhmañ buttocks.

It just seemed wrong.

Laying back and letting me stick it in was one thing, but this was beyond sex by necessity.

Jāhnavī Dīxit felt guilty for enjoying herself, but not guilty enough to stop me.

I already made her feel so good she couldn’t wait for what was going to happen next.

My extremely hard Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund  brushed her swollen Brāhmañ labial lips and she quivered, spreading wider open.

I planted strong Bachhalyā kisses up and down her Brāhmañ mound before snaking my Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund  between her lips and pushing it more and more deeply.

I reached her quivering Brāhmañ clit and each contact of my strong Bachhalyā Lund  sent shivers of excitement through Jāhnavī Dīxit.

She grabbed a handful of sheets and cried out, closing her smooth Brāhmañ thighs around my Bachhalyā waist.

I kept digging at her quivering Brāhmañ clit and then penetrated it while pushing it into her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.

She gripped my Bachhalyā Lund inside her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot and I penetrated as I made love to her young Brāhmañ Choot.

Her Brāhmañ legs opened and closed, like she couldn’t make up her mind what to do.

Jāhnavī Dīxit tossed her head back and forth, scattering her hair over her extremely beautiful Dīxit Brāhmañ face.

Something about the way I timed my Bachhalyā Lund  and kissing  quickly pushed Jāhnavī Dīxit to the heights of ecstasy and Jāhnavī Dīxit twisted her entire Dīxit Brāhmañ body from side to side, trapping my Bachhalyā Lund  between her smooth Brāhmañ thighs  yet again, as she climaxed.

Loud sobs racked from her throat as her entire being exploded.

I penetrated more and more between her legs, greeting on my entirely buried Bachhalyā Lund, the flow from her excited Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.

While Jāhnavī Dīxit was still in her post-orgasmic stupor, I slid back on top of her, shedding my boxers.

Jāhnavī Dīxit felt my Bachhalyā Lund heavy between her Dīxit Brāhmañ legs and with one powerful thrust I entered her now finally.

She gasped. God, I felt big! Too long, and I was thick too!

Primed as Jāhnavī Dīxit was, I still stretched her wide open and it might have hurt if I hadn’t so expertly prepared her.

I kept my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund buried in her and she gyrated her beautiful Brāhmañ buttocks, pushing back at me.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’d never been so filled and it felt amazing.

It was like every nerve ending inside her was being stimulated at once.

No wonder her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, was such a happy woman!

Our gyrating together pressed right into her already sensitive clit, building her to a second orgasm instantly.

As Jāhnavī Dīxit cried out I began thrusting in and out of her.

I held myself over her and thrust into her over and over.

I started nice and slow, but as Jāhnavī Dīxit gripped my Bachhalyā Lund  more tightly with her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot I moved faster.

Soon the bed was squeaking beneath us and Jāhnavī Dīxit wrapped her arms and legs around me, panting passionately,

“Oh yes! Yes! Yes!”

Jāhnavī Dīxit wasn’t a screamer, but Jāhnavī Dīxit was vocal in bed.

“Damn, kiddo! Damn you feel good Jāhnavī Dīxit!”

“Yes, Pop! Oh, yes! Oh … ohhhh … OHHHH POP!”

“Uhnnn … uhnnn … Jāaaahnavīiiiiiiiiiiiii..Dīīiiiiiiiiiiiiiiixit.”

“Pop..my love..my only man I loved ever..You are great…You are really great..Sulochanā was right.”


“Yes, my friend, Sulochanā Pāŧhak..you told me she fucks you while you sleep.”

“She is crazy, dear. I’m already sixty three. She is twenty eight only as you are.”

“No, Sulochanā Pāŧhak isn’t crazy. I was crazy. You are excellent Durgesh darling. How can any wise girl have another relationship with you except that you are her man and she is your woman? You are not made for another relationship with womankind. Ahhhhh. Excellent…Ahhhh.”

I fucked her wildly damn caring for the time passing continuously.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was urging me constantly to fuck her more and more.

Bachhalyā Piyā you are made for Jāhnavī Dīxit. To hell with our age difference..to hell with our another relationship except this we are enjoying with each other..”

We didn’t know for how long I fucked Jāhnavī Dīxit nonstop.

Ultimately I buried my face in her shoulder and was grunting loudly as I lost it, embedding my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund as deep as I could while I unleashed my Bachhalyā load.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was locked around me tightly and kept working those muscles down below like Jāhnavī Dīxit was trying to drain every last drop from me.

Before my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund deflated, Jāhnavī Dīxit came one more time from our grinding together, a slow orgasm that flowed over her like warm water.

Jāhnavī Dīxit sighed contentedly and kept wrapped around me, which also kept my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund trapped inside her.

“That was amazing, Pop. Wow,” Jāhnavī Dīxit cooed. Caught in the afterglow, thoughts of how taboo our act was were pushed from her mind.

“Maybe you should call me Durgesh when we’re doing this, Jāhnavī Dīxit,” I said, kissing her Dīxit Brāhmañ lips.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was thoughtful.

“I can try, but I don’t know, it would feel weird calling you by your first name.”

We looked at each other for a second and both burst out laughing at the absurdity of her statement.

Our laughter turned to affectionate kisses, which in turn led to passionate kissing.

Gradually, I stiffened inside her hot, moist young Brāhmañ Choot and we started moving together once more.

Jāhnavī Dīxit held onto to me while kissing frantically as I moved in and out of her.

Jāhnavī Dīxit let out a cry of surprise when I suddenly rolled us and Jāhnavī Dīxit was on top, with my Bachhalyā Lund still inside her.

Jāhnavī Dīxit moved tentatively at first, even though Jāhnavī Dīxit liked being on top almost as much as Jāhnavī Dīxit loved it from behind.

But as I filled her Jāhnavī Dīxit abandoned her fears of being too eager and started riding hard up and down on my Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund, her skirt flowing down to cover our joining.

I held her breasts in hands, massaging them and lightly twisting her nipples as Jāhnavī Dīxit rode me faster and faster. J

Jāhnavī Dīxit cried,

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

It was just so unbelievably good, like I was made to fit perfectly inside her.

Jāhnavī Dīxit exploded with another consuming orgasm, this time arching her back and curling her toes.

Jāhnavī Dīxit fell forward and into my Bachhalyā arms.

I laid her on my chest and then grabbed her beautiful Brāhmañ buttocks, fucking her back and forth on my Bachhalyā Lund.

I grunted and Jāhnavī Dīxit cried out every time my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund slammed home, her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.

Jāhnavī Dīxit had no idea how long I used her young Brāhmañ Choot like that, but then Jāhnavī Dīxit felt me cumming inside her for a second time.

My second load added to my first and I held them both inside her with my unique legendary  Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund.

“God, I love you, Pop, more now I mean.” Jāhnavī Dīxit moaned dreamily.

“I love you too, kiddo. More, I too mean.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit rode that fine line between true sleep and wakefulness.

It was like Jāhnavī Dīxit was wrapped in a warm, fuzzy blanket and Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted to stay in that content place forever, but simply pleasant feelings began to rise to true pleasure and that pleasure had a definitive source.

Warm, sticky pleasure flowed from between her legs and as that pleasure intensified it pulled her from dreamland.

“Ahhh …” Jāhnavī Dīxit moaned softly, eyes still closed. Jāhnavī Dīxit revelled in the humidity that rose from between her legs and she did not think at all about why Jāhnavī Dīxit felt so good or who was causing it.

It wasn’t until those questing fingers tweaked her quivering Brāhmañ clit that her mind came fully awake.

In an instant, everything came rushing back to her, where Jāhnavī Dīxit was, who Jāhnavī Dīxit was with and how intrinsically wrong it all was.

Just one night together couldn’t make her completely comfortable with that fact that Jāhnavī Dīxit was sleeping with the stepfather who’d practically raised her and that we were doing it specifically to impregnate her.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’d agreed to do it, but Jāhnavī Dīxit was not really okay with it, even after the incredible nonstop sex of the entire previous night.

And it really was incredible sex.

Jāhnavī Dīxit could have dwelt on all those conflicting thoughts and feelings all morning, but those fingers on her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot really were distracting.

“You’re awake,” I whimpered, my breath hot on her neck.

I kissed her there and Jāhnavī Dīxit settled back against me, feeling my thick hard-on nestle between her buttocks.

Jāhnavī Dīxit realized Jāhnavī Dīxit was still naked from the night before.

Jāhnavī Dīxit never slept in the nude.

Tilting her beautiful Brāhmañ buttocks back for a better angle, I pushed my Bachhalyā Lund once more inside her and slowly moved it in and out while striking her g-spot.

I also kept pressure on her quivering Brāhmañ clit with my thumb.

It was so wonderful.

No man had ever touched her in quite that way before and Jāhnavī Dīxit couldn’t contain her whimpers of pleasure.

Jāhnavī Dīxit rubbed her extremely beautiful gorgeous soft Brāhmañ ass back into my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund and could hear how wet Jāhnavī Dīxit was as I kept working her with my Bachhalyā Lund.

I slipped my other arm around her and lightly caressed her breast, just barely pinching her puckered nipple.

Jāhnavī Dīxit reached back between us and found my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.

It filled her hand and Jāhnavī Dīxit worked it in time to my Bachhalyā Lund  pumping into her young Brāhmañ Choot and felt my sticky pre-cum leaking onto her warm skin.

“Oh God, Pop,” Jāhnavī Dīxit moaned. “God, that is amazing.”

“I want to feel you cum, Jāhnavī Dīxit. Let it go, kiddo.”

“Ohhh Pop … Ohhh … God …”

It wasn’t like Jāhnavī Dīxit needed the encouragement.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was so close already and the feelings were so intense that Jāhnavī Dīxit climaxed within seconds.

Jāhnavī Dīxit tightened her grip on my Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund as everything inside her tightened up and Jāhnavī Dīxit squeezed her extremely beautiful cooling Brāhmañ eyes shut.

Even as her orgasm jolted through her, I kept rubbing her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot and Jāhnavī Dīxit thought Jāhnavī Dīxit might melt into a little puddle.

Jāhnavī Dīxit reluctantly pulled herself from my arms and turned to face me.

She pressed her young adult female Brāhmañ body to my Bachhalyā male body, feeling my shaft rubbing her slick lips, and kissed her hard, tongue thrusting.

I reached between us and tried to press my Bachhalyā Lund inside her, but Jāhnavī Dīxit stopped me.

I had selflessly made her climax twice now and Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted to return the favor, even if it was counterproductive to the cause.

It felt so strange to just be taking pleasure from her stepfather, Durgesh, like this, or to think of giving it back.

We were supposed to be together to procreate, not to enjoy ourselves, even if her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, had encouraged us to have fun along the way.

“Let me take care of things,” Jāhnavī Dīxit whimpered and slid down my body.

Jāhnavī Dīxit lovingly kissed the tip of my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund and eased me onto my back.

I tasted strong and masculine and Jāhnavī Dīxit thought Jāhnavī Dīxit could taste a hint of our coupling from the night before.

I groaned and shifted on the bed, running my fingers through her thick, sleep tousled hair.

Jāhnavī Dīxit sucked me deeper and deeper and massaged my heavy Bachhalyā balls.

Jāhnavī Dīxit had to stretch her Brāhmañ mouth wide and focus on breathing because Jāhnavī Dīxit was not used to sucking off someone so large.

Jāhnavī Dīxit shuddered, thinking about how good that thick Bachhalyā Hindu Lund felt inside her.

It was tempting to climb up and mount me again, but Jāhnavī Dīxit kept her mind on the task at hand.

Jāhnavī Dīxit kept going until her nose was buried against my crotch and then Jāhnavī Dīxit really worked me with her hungry Brāhmañ mouth, sucking hard until Jāhnavī Dīxit had to come up for air.

“Damn, kiddo, you are so good at that. Your Brāhmañ mouth feels so good around my Bachhalyā Lund,” I grunted.

Jāhnavī Dīxit winked at me.

“That’s why Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī couples are so much praised in our entire history. We are made for each other, Bachhalyā Piyā.”

My compliments made her beam.

Jāhnavī Dīxit always thought Jāhnavī Dīxit’d been good at giving head, but it made her proud to hear my approval.

Jāhnavī Dīxit couldn’t help but wonder how Jāhnavī Dīxit compared to her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam.

Did so many more years of experience make her better?

Jāhnavī Dīxit felt competitive.

Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted to give me the best blow job I’d ever had, even better than her Ammī gave me.

Jāhnavī Dīxit sucked hard and moved up and down my Bachhalyā shaft, slurping away and when it felt like her jaw would fall apart Jāhnavī Dīxit felt my fingers tighten in her hair.

I did not force her head down, but Jāhnavī Dīxit kept me in her Brāhmañ mouth, knowing I was about to erupt.

“Jāhnavī Dīxit, I’m gonna cum,” I warned.

When Jāhnavī Dīxit did not stop sucking me, I blasted away and my thick Bachhalyā load jetted into her Brāhmañ mouth.

After we’d done it two times the night before Jāhnavī Dīxit couldn’t believe I still had so much Vīrý in my balls.

Jāhnavī Dīxit swallowed and swallowed, but my Bachhalyā  cum still leaked from the corner of her brcmouth.

Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted me to know Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted to taste me.

Jāhnavī Dīxit kept sucking and licking my head until Jāhnavī Dīxit’d drained me of every drop.

When I went flaccid somewhat, Jāhnavī Dīxit snuggled up into my Bachhalyā arms.

“Kiddo, that was pretty incredible, but you didn’t have to do that,” I said, and then shocked her by kissing her full on the mouth.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’d never been kissed like that.

Jāhnavī Dīxit took it as a sign of my extreme love for her.

“I wanted to do it. I want to make you feel good, Pop. I want you to get something out of this weekend too.” Jāhnavī Dīxit realized Jāhnavī Dīxit meant it.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was finally accepting that this weekend was not just about knocking her up.

“Well, thank you. Feel free to do that whenever you want.”

I was rubbing her extremely beautiful gorgeous soft Brāhmañ ass and Jāhnavī Dīxit felt my hand sliding lower.

Jāhnavī Dīxit thought I might want to go again, but Jāhnavī Dīxit really wanted to shower and clean up.

Jāhnavī Dīxit rolled away from me and said,

“Not right now. I need a long, hot shower, Bachhalyā Piyā. We’d continue after that. Please!”

“Okay Mérī Jān.” I smiled.

Chapter 12


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




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Chapter 10

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

Durgesh Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took out her mobile.

Now Durgesh is needed.

Now Durgesh is needed.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cannot be defeated now without Durgesh’s help.

Only Durgesh can defeat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is One Man Woman.

And that man in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s life is Durgesh.

She had gone to the extent to seduce Durgesh herself.

She was one of Durgesh’s those countless Musalmān stepdaughters who never accepted Durgesh their stepfather.

They wanted Durgesh as their own Hindu lover despite the fact that their own Ammīs were Durgesh’s Live in Relationship Partners.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has forgotten the fact that Durgesh was not her exclusive property.

Any Musalmān Beauty can have Durgesh as her lifelong Hindu lover if she wanted to.

Durgesh was the man who was never accepted as any woman’s stepson, stepbrother or stepfather.

No woman was crazy enough to accept such a platonic relationship with Durgesh ever.

In countless cases Durgesh has tried to be a platonic faithful stepson, stepbrother and stepfather to different countless Musalmān Beauties.

Yet, it was the cold and hard fact that Durgesh never succeeded in it.

No Musalmān Beauty, irrespective of her age difference or religious differences, was crazy enough to accept such platonic relationship with Durgesh.

Sooner or later either Durgesh had to surrender to her sexual needs or Durgesh was raped by her.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled once more ironically.

The more Durgesh tried to establish a platonic relationship with a woman, the more Durgesh was desired by her sexually.

There were so many Musalmān stepsisters of Durgesh who were even married to some ardent Musalmīn husbands.

There were so many Musalmān stepdaughters of Durgesh who were even married to some ardent Musalmīn husbands.

But it was proved ultimately that even they were not faithful to their ardent Musalmān husbands.

Sooner or later either they themselves seduced Durgesh to fuck them or they even went to the extent that they fucked Durgesh themselves.

Some of them even rapped Durgesh when Durgesh was adamant to keep his platonic relationship with them.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t know even a single woman who had her platonic relationship with Durgesh.

Perhaps Durgesh’s own Ammī Ħuzūr was the only woman.

She was Durgesh’s real Ammī.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah found that it was not easy to make an appointment with Durgesh on even a matter of impotent business.

Durgesh’s appointment secretary was actually Durgesh’s feminist nudist lover, Kħadījah Muħammad.

“Call Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, please.” Kħadījah Muħammad replied, “Nowadays Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan handles these matters. I am a history now, my dear. Stop living in my glorious past.”

“Bājī,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah complained, “the great Kħadījah Muħammad can never be a history only, for Durgesh, ever. You are the woman Durgesh loved to marry with. Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī is his wife only because Durgesh’s Pitr’shrī wanted it.”

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.

“Well, thank you. Nevertheless I’m not lucky enough to be Durgesh’s wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD is. It’s a fact. And I have accepted it.”

“Bājī, I can’t get appointment from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to see Durgesh.”


“I have complaint against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.”

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is never against any Musalmān Beauty. Her friends say she is Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā herself.”

“Nonsense, Bājī. don’t tell me you also believe it.”*

It felt strange going back to the beginning after everything that’s happened since.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was such a different person now than Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was back then.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was such a goody-goody!

She remembered really thinking that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah loved Al Fātimah Al Zohrah.

told her so!

I was Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s first real boyfriend.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was 18 years old, a senior in University, but Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was ready to believe anything.

I looked deep into Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s eyes and told Al Fātimah Al Zohrah that I would never leave her.

She sighed wistfully and thought Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was in Heaven.

Little did she know that he just wanted to cop a feel; not that it bugged her or anything, but when things looked like they were going to get purely physical, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah wanted to see how far Ålī ibn Abī Tālib would go for her first?

And lo and behold, the spineless Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī cut Musalmān nūnī   didn’t even try to fuck her once she put on the slightest hard-to-get act.

To be honest, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was not sure if Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would have let him or not.

However Ålī ibn Abī Tālib wouldn’t have been Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s first.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’d let one of the neighboring Hindus, me, up at the cottage the previous summer use and abuse her for a few weeks.

But Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was still a real prick-tease when Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was with me.

Now that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah thinks of it, though, she probably would have at least given me a hand-job if I had only asked for it.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was 5’8″, 120 lbs., and although Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was already 18 years old she know for a fact that she looked quite young for Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s age.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah also knew that she’d certainly turned some heads.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was a petite little hottie.

Most Hindus  would do Al Fātimah Al Zohrah without a second thought.

They liked Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s face; high cheekbones, blue eyes, and blonde hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail.

And Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had what she called ” Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān blowjob lips”—nice full ones, made extra sensuous by the glistening cherry-red lipstick Al Fātimah Al Zohrah often wore.

In University one would have thought of Al Fātimah Al Zohrah as the “all-Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl”.

No one—no one—would have thought that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would become the University Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Sex goddess.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah used to wear long—long—skirts.

Big, baggy blouses and sometimes—when Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was feeling particularly studious—thick horned-rimmed glasses.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was pretty back then, don’t get her wrong.

This isn’t some “She’s So Fine” ugly-duckling-becomes-a-swan story.

No, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was hot even with all that extra clothing on.

But things certainly got a bit more interesting when Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided to show Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s self off a bit.

The week after Ålī ibn Abī Tālib broke up with Al Fātimah Al Zohrah, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was miserable.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had never been dumped before.

It happened on a Monday morning and all through the week Al Fātimah Al Zohrah just felt depressed.

By Friday the depression had begun to fade and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was just feeling angry.

Who the hell did he think Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was?

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could have given the snotty little bastard so much, but because Al Fātimah Al Zohrah wouldn’t shove his cut Musalmān nūnī  in Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s mouth the moment he asked for it, he decided Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was no good?

Fuck him!

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would make a real effort to show him exactly what he had given up.

The Friday after he had broken up with Al Fātimah Al Zohrah she stayed late at University, working in the library on a paper.

Outside, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could hear the debate team doing squats, but inside the University was almost completely deserted.

By 5:00, when the library finally kicked her out, the halls were dark and the field outside was quiet.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah went to Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s locker, on the second floor, across from the boys’ locker room.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could still hear the shower running and one or two voices coming from within, so she knew that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was not the last one in the University.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah opened Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s locker and slowly began putting her books away.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s mind was still racing and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was still fuming at the way Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had been treated earlier in the week.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was thinking about the way in which Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would really show Ålī ibn Abī Tālib how big a mistake he had made, when fate provided Al Fātimah Al Zohrah with a perfect chance.

All of the sudden Al Fātimah Al Zohrah heard a high-pitched laugh from within the locker room.

The door slammed open and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah heard a loud “thwack!” split the air.

Clutching a loose towel up against his groin area, Durgesh crashed into the hallway, the tip of another wet, rolled-up towel cracking like a whip behind me.

I was a nice guy.

The University had invited me to deliver some lectures on perfect scientific life today.

I had been Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s lab instructor in Chemistry class the previous semester.


Chemistry was not my subject even in graduation.

I was a Pure Mathematics-Applied Mathematics-Physics student even in my graduation.

Yet, I was requested to instruct them in Chemistry too with the help of their lady Chemistry Professor.

There was a rumor that their lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had her clandestine sexual relations with me, to the extent that their lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had even cuckolded her otherwise very respected husband, Professor Åbdul Raħmān Hāshmī.

“Nonsense,” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had scolded her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ, “Shame on you. Durgesh is your Ammī’s Live in Relationship Partner. Isn’t he?”

“So what? He can’t fuck our lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, too, as he fucks my Ammī?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ chuckled.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was startled.

She couldn’t imagine a girl talking of her own real Ammī in such a sexy manner.

“Watch your language, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” At length, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah said ultimately.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled.

“What’s wrong with my language?”

“Try to say anything about your Ammī in somewhat more descent words.”

“Sālī, every woman fucks a man.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ laughed, “That’s how we come into this world. My Ammī fucked my Abbū and gave birth to me. Similarly your Ammī fucked your Abbū and gave birth to you.”

“And our lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, fucked Durgesh and gave birth to Shubhésh?”

“Tell me another reason why she named her son Shubhésh? Isn’t Shubhésh a Hindu name?”

“You want to say Shubhésh is our lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s son from Durgesh?”

“Everyone knows it, you idiot.”*

The raspy Hindu male voice on the other end told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

“I’m coming for you…”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hung up the phone.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was getting used to the prank calls by this time since they had been happening for at least a month or longer.

Nothing ever came of it.

Some nights Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t even get the calls.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, wasn’t concerned either.

He just figured it was Hindu teens making prank calls.

Unfortunately neither of them knew at the time how wrong they were.

Another month had passed another month of more prank calls, only they were getting worse.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was starting to get frightened.

When Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah about his upcoming business trip Kħadījah Al Tāhirah begged him to either take her with him or not to go at all.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah. “You are going to be fine.”

“But the calls.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah stammered.

“It’s just a bunch of kids trying to scare you. Nothing more. Now will you be grown up about this? Allah, yā Allah! My God, woman, you are 26 years old plenty old enough to stay home a few days by yourself.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah just looked at him.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah just wished she could be as calm about it as he was.

A few days later Kħadījah Al Tāhirah asked Muħammad once again to take her with him as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah helped him pack.

“We’ve been over this!!” Muħammad shouted at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.” Sometimes I feel like I am babysitting a kid instead of married to a grown woman.”

Quietly Kħadījah Al Tāhirah left the bedroom and let him finish packing.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah couldn’t shake the fear growing inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

If anything Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated being scared the most.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was angry at herself for feeling this way and angry at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, for not giving a damn.

That night they went to bed both of them their own sides and neither of them was touching the other one.

But that seemed to be the way it went for them anymore.

The alarm went off at 5:30 am.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah opened her eyes to watch as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband dressed.

Even if they were having problems Kħadījah Al Tāhirah still found him very unconcerned.

“Would you like me to make you breakfast before you leave?”

“Just go back to bed. I can get something on the way.”

“I really don’t mind.”

“I said no!”

‘Sad that after only two years of marriage they were at this point.’

Maybe when he gets back they can go to marriage counselling.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said to herself as she fell back asleep.

Waking up later Kħadījah Al Tāhirah noticed he had left no note of goodbye and that Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t even get a kiss before he left.

“Oh well maybe he’ll miss me and when he gets home we’ll have a great night of sex.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said with a laugh to the empty house.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t bother to dress.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t see the use.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was home alone and lived in a nice neighborhood.

It was daylight and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah doubted if anyone could see inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s house.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was wrong.

Soon after 10:30 am the calls started coming.

At first they were just the same old calls as before.

But soon they changed and became much more terrifying.

It seemed they came every twenty minutes or so.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was getting angry by the time the calls had continued throughout the day and most of the night.

“Just stop fucking calling me you piece of shit! Why don’t you just go to hell!!!!!”

“Oh I plan on it, but I am going to take you with me.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hung up again and stared at the phone as it rang as soon as it was on the receiver.

“Leave me ALONE!!” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah yelled.

“We can’t now. Not after watching your husband leave this morning, KĦADĪJAH AL TĀHIRAH, JĀNUM! We know you are home all by yourself.” He laughed into the phone,” And we’ve loved the show you’ve been putting on all day for us, you little Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut!!”
Panicked now, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah ripped the phone from the wall.

Shaking Kħadījah Al Tāhirah walked to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bedroom and it was then that Kħadījah Al Tāhirah noticed Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bedroom window was opened.

She knew Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t open it because Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was running the A/C.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah thought about getting out of the house right then, but quickly realized Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was still naked and ran to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s closet for some clothes.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah should’ve just run outside nude, because when Kħadījah Al Tāhirah opened the closet door Kħadījah Al Tāhirah saw him.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt a hard blow to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s head then nothing…..

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.” The voice called to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah struggled and finally got her eyes opened.

“Did you have a nice nap?”

She tried to move her arms but they were held tight by ropes, as were Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s feet.

“Please just let me go.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah begged.

“Not until we’re done with you.”

At the mention of the word WE’RE Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to panic and pull against the rope.

When Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked around Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bedroom Kħadījah Al Tāhirah seen them.

There were six of them.

All of them seemed ready with their pants off and Uncut Hindu Cocks  in hand.

None of their Uncut Hindu Cocks seemed to be under seven inches the biggest at least had to ten inches and three inches thick.

She got even more afraid.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, was quite small.

Even fully erect MAYBE two inches only.

They were going to kill Kħadījah Al Tāhirah with their Uncut Hindu Pricks I kept thinking to herself.

“See we could’ve already had our fun with you. Only we wanted to wait until you were awake to be able to see, hear and feel what we are going to do to you. Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, I assure you, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum, we won’t leave one hole untouched by our Uncut Hindu Cock. We are going to rape your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy first. When that begins to stretch out and get too filled with our Hindu cum, we are going to fuck your Musalmān asshole too. Ever had it in your asshole, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum?”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah shook her head, “No”.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wouldn’t let Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, fuck her there.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had a Hindu boyfriend back in high school who tried it.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated it.

It hurt so bad Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started crying and told him to pull it out after only the head was inside.

So needless to say hearing them tell Kħadījah Al Tāhirah  they were going to fuck Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān asshole and that there was nothing Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could do to stop it this time.

It scared Kħadījah Al Tāhirah worse than them raping Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Don’t forget her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite ardent Musalmān mouth, Rāmmohan.” Someone from the group said.

“Never. I would never forget her beautiful, sexy Musalmān mouth. Before tonight is over, you will have six Uncut Hindu Cocks in every Musalmān hole you have at least once. But knowing my group, probably you would have them a lot more than once.”

The group laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started crying even louder.

He bent down and took one of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s nipples in his mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was ashamed to admit that if Kħadījah Al Tāhirah closed her eyes and imagined he was someone else it felt really good.

But then he bit down hard on it.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed and Rām Mohan laughed.

“You didn’t think this was going to be gentle, did you??” Rām Mohan laughed a vicious laugh as he started kneading Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s breasts hard and pinching the nipples even harder.

He took his Uncut Hindu Lund  and rubbed it on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s left tit leaving a trail of precum all over Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s nipple.

“Yeah baby we are gonna have fun with you. A lot of fun.” Rām Mohan  then got up on the bed with Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and positioned himself between Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful bare Musalmān legs.

He felt Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Oh no we can’t have fun with a dry extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. Can we, Hindus??”

A chorus of “No’s” came from all the Hindus.

Rām Mohan started to open Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips with his fingers and stared at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān clit.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had a smaller clit than most Musalmān Beauties  making it easy to spot.

Rām Mohan started to pinch and rub Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān clit as he worked the fingers of his other hand inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān slit.

Finding Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy hole he started to finger fuck her with first two fingers, then moved up to three.

The combination of him rubbing and pinching and even biting on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s clit and finger fucking her was making Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wet.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the wetness seep out from between his fingers.

“That’s a good little Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum.” Rām Mohan told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was horrified that he was able to make her wet!

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Why every Hindu is such an expert in fucking Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties?

Rām Mohan repositioned himself back between Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s legs and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel him starting to push inside her with his Uncut Hindu Lund head.

“You ready for some real major Hindu penetration, baby?”

“No please don’t do this.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s plea fell on deaf ears as Rām Mohan rammed his Uncut Hindu Lund to the hilt inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed.

His Uncut Hindu Lund was so much bigger than Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband; Muħammad’s that his Uncut Hindu Lund hurt!

Rām Mohan  pounded in and out of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy several times.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was screaming so loud that one of his buddies had to cover Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth.

“Yeah Whore, how does this feel?? Either your husband is really small or he doesn’t fuck you very often because your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy is tight as hell!”

The other Hindu men started stroking on their Uncut Hindu Lunds.

All of them were getting more turned on by the sight of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah spread on the bed with this Hindu man’s Uncut Hindu Lund ramming inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Please get out of me!!” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah tried to beg but with the hand over Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth it just sounded mumbled.

“Shut her up, Muħammad.” Ram Mohan, who Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could tell was their leader, told the man who was covering Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah watched an evil smile spread across his face as he straddled Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s chest.

So, a Musalmān is also with them?

What an irony.

He was also named Muħammad, as her Musalmān husband was.

“Here, Bitch.” Muħammad held his friend, Shiv Shankar’s, Uncut Hindu Lund to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s now firmly closed mouth.

A strong punch to the side of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face made her cry out in pain and Muħammad used that opportunity to slide his friend, Shiv Shankar’s, Uncut Hindu Lund deep in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had never had two Uncut Hindu Lunds inside her simultaneously.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to feel like a cheap Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum.

Muħammad continued to rape Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face with Shiv Shankar’s Uncut Hindu Lund as Muħammad raped Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with a vengeance.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was having trouble breathing between Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s grunts and the Uncut Hindu Lund that was now wedged deep in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s throat.

After a time of them tag teaming her, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to feel Rām Mohan’s balls tighten as they hit Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful gorgeous Musalmān ass.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew Rām Mohan was close to cumming.

Since Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad was Musalmān  he didn’t believe in birth control and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started trying to beg him not to cum inside her.

But with the huge Uncut Hindu Lund  inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth, it just sounded like more grunts.

After a few more strokes Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel Rām Mohan’s Hindu seed pouring into Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s battered extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the Hindu warmth fill her.

Not long after his Uncut Hindu Lund shrank up and fell out of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Shiv Shankar started filling Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth with his Hindu cum too.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had no choice but to shallow his Hindu spunk since his Uncut Hindu Lund was still deep in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth.

It was either swallow it or choke.

“Nice ride baby.” Rām Mohan was saying to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah as he wiped his Uncut Hindu Lund on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s asshole and squeezing his penis so that the last bit of his Hindu cum was lubricating the Musalmān hole.

Then Kħadījah Al Tāhirah saw three more of his Hindu men advanced towards the bed.

One of them, Prabhu Dayāl, untied Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s feet and turned her over.

“Up on all fours, Bitch.” Prabhu Dayāl told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hesitated and was rewarded with another blow to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face from the man standing closest to her.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah lifted her lower body up as far as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could since there were still roped tying down Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s hands.

But that was soon to be corrected.

Once Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s hands were free from one of the ropes, one man got under Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s body and lined his Uncut Hindu Lund up with Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy hole.

With one hard upward thrust Prabhu Dayāl was inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

She grunted as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt Prabhu Dayāl’s big Uncut Hindu Lund fill Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Then Harihar Sharmā got in front of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and shoved his Uncut Hindu Lund inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Once again Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was filled both in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel Shiv Shankar rubbing something on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s asshole.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started trying to move away as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt his Uncut Hindu Lund tearing open Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s gorgeous Musalmān ass.

The burning pain Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān ass obliterated the pain Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and throat.

At once Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew this was the owner of the ten inch Uncut Hindu Lund.

“I gotta break you in, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum. How do you like being fucked like the bitch you are?” Shiv Shankar laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah controlled herself.

She stopped the tears from running down her face.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s controlled her nose also from beginning to run as it always did whenever Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cried making it even harder to breathe.

It was a sheer foolishness to accept before these sex obsessed Hindus that she was being humiliated and disgraced.

Let them understand they were actually serving her, instead of humiliating her.

Let the six rascals understand Kħadījah Al Tāhirah is enjoying their Uncut Hindu Lund in her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān holes.

It was the only way to win over the devils.

They are prepared for Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s noncooperation.

Why not cooperate with them?

Her noncooperation with them can’t change the facts even a bit.

The fact is now Kħadījah Al Tāhirah is not a One Man Woman anymore.

Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā , Rām Mohan, Prabhu Dayāl, Harihar Sharmā, Niranjan Pandit and Nārāyañ Tripāŧhī are now her new Hindu lovers.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah is now their woman whether she liked it or not.

She can’t undo what has been done.

So, why not enjoy it now?

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah never agreed with the philosophy of Sidrah Aħmad and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

But does it make any difference now?

She has recognized now all the six Hindu scoundrels.

They belong to Shiv Senā.

But actually Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā is a Congressman.

He has put his five men in Shiv Senā and BJP.

She knew it very well.

So, these are the five men Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā has in Shiv Senā and BJP?

Why not adopt the philosophy of Sidrah Aħmad and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb now?*

Before long Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s body was covered in sweat and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was making sounds Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had never made before.

“Yeah that’s right Cum Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum, take this big Uncut Hindu Lund deep in your lovely Musalmān asshole.” Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel him deep deep in her bowels.

The burning intense pain almost made her pass out again, but the man whose Uncut Hindu Lund was in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth slapped her across Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face.

“None of that now, baby. I need this Uncut Hindu Lund sucked….Dry!!” Prabhu Dayāl told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

The three fucked her for what seemed an eternity.

Finally the one in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy started to cum and watching this the one in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth soon followed.

But the strong Hindu Congressman, Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā  in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s constantly quivering Musalmān asshole, still continued with his savage Hindu thrusts in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bowels.

He finally, after another ten hours at least, Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Ten long hours? Kħadījah Al Tāhirah couldn’t believe herself she was being fucked now for ten hours continuously nonstop by these Hindu scoundrels.

Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā filled Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān asshole with his sticky Hindu cum.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt him then pull out.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah sighed a relief when he was finally out of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān asshole completely.

Throughout the rest of the night and most of the early morning hours too, not one of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān holes was that wasn’t filled by an Uncut Hindu Lund.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the Hindu cum flowing out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy like a sink faucet and even Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s distended and open Musalmān asshole couldn’t hold the Hindu cum in, as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt it continuously flowing down Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s legs.

The Hindu men took pictures and even made a movie of her while after all this torment Kħadījah Al Tāhirah actually had an orgasm.

They threatened to show them to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, if Kħadījah Al Tāhirah ever said anything.

They don’t have to worry Kħadījah Al Tāhirah never would.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah never could after Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cummed for these savage Hindu men as many times as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could.

After this experience, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew now that she was a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum, for these six powerful Hindus.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah belong to these Hindu men that visit her regularly now when Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, is out of town or even sometimes while he’s at work.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah can’t even honestly call it rape anymore.

It has turned now into something Kħadījah Al Tāhirah crave.

She is also now somewhat a Sidrah Aħmad an Al Fātimah Al Wahāb actually.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knows she needs help.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knows that it isn’t right.

But it’s the truth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s own dark truth.

To make it worse as if it could get worse, now whenever Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, fucks her, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah have to closes her eyes and pretends she is being gang raped by the group of Hindu men who still visits her often.

And only then can Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cum for Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad.

Not without it.*

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was on the debate team, but was not a mindless athlete.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was pretty smart, actually, and although Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was somewhat popular I didn’t let it get to my head.

The moment I saw her, I fumbled into the hallway, gave a cute little smile, and promptly dropped my towel.


Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was startled about the incredible situation Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had just been placed in.

Here Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was, newly single, and one of the hottest guys in the University stood before her, naked as the day Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was born.

I winked at her softly before Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s eyes travelled from my, down the length of my torso before they came to rest on the long, thick Hindu mass that was erect now between my legs.

In one moment Al Fātimah Al Zohrah recovered.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah whimpered softly. “You’re erect like a rhinoceros.” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had meant it to sound like a joke, but it only sounded as how she really felt—in total awe.

I stared back in self pride for a few seconds, before my face erupted into an enormous grin.

“Yo, Shankar!” I called over my shoulder. “Come out here and look what I got us!”

My words sent a shiver through Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s spine.

There was something proprietary, something dangerous about them.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah didn’t know Shankar, the leaner boy who appeared behind me with the twisted-up towel swung over my shoulder and not a stitch anywhere else on my body.

But he looked familiar; Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was sure Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had seen him around somewhere.

His short buzz cut was unmistakable and was a sharp contrast to my hair.

But my Uncut Hindu Lund!

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah  my Uncut Hindu Lund!

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah couldn’t stop staring at it, and I caught it on pretty fast.

“Whatcha doing here so late, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah?” I asked, establishing eye contact with Al Fātimah Al Zohrah. I started to walk forward. “A girl could get into a lot of trouble alone here.”

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided to play along.

“Oh I know,” she said, feigning innocence. “I hadn’t been the smartest tonight. Why, do you think there might be some

sort of trouble?”*

Nāzimah Yåqūb was straddling on Mahéshvar.

When they gangbanged her first, Nāzimah Yåqūb had sucked Mahéshvar most.

His Uncut Hindu Lund was the tastiest in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth than the Uncut Hindu Lund of Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā both.

Nāzimah Yåqūb had smiled at both Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā when they complained.

“What do you want to say? I prefer Mahéshvar Bachhalyā more on both of you?”

“Isn’t it a fact?” Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý was concerned now somewhat.

Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý,” Brahmdév Sharmā said to him curtly, “Mahéshvar is a Bachhalyā. Don’t forget Musalmān Beauties were always after Bachhalyās. The entire human history stands to evidence for it.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled.

She was shamelessly straddling Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā was lying on his back on her bed.

His Bachhalyā Uncut Hindu Lund was standing perpendicular and Nāzimah Yåqūb was enjoying it very much going constantly up and down on it.

“Jealous of Mahéshvar Bachhalyā, my dears?” she smiled patronizingly at Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā.

Nāzimah Yåqūb,” Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý smiled too, “You are forgetting the fact that Mahéshvar Bachhalyā is actually married to Brahmdév Sharmā’s sisters, Vipr Mohinī Sharmā, Brahm Mahādévī Sharmā and Brahmvijayā Sharmā.”

“All the three of them?” Nāzimah Yåqūb watched them with a smirk on her extremely beautiful face.

“Well,” Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý adjusted his body in a different manner on the sofa chair, “Vipr Mohinī Sharmā is actually Mahéshvar Bachhalyā’s duly married wife. But both Brahm Mahādévī Sharmā and Brahmvijayā Sharmā are also his Live in Relationship Partners. You know it very well.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed.

“I know everything of you all very well, Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā. Brahmdév Sharmā, your wife, Jāhnavī Dīxit has also fucked Mahéshvar Bachhalyā. Hasn’t she?”

Brahmdév Sharmā felt himself tremendously humiliated.

His wife Jāhnavī Dīxit had demanded Durgesh from him.

“How dare you?” Brahmdév Sharmā thundered at his wife, “You want me to cuckold to Durgesh?”

Jāhnavī Dīxit smiled.

“If you don’t bring Durgesh to me, I would fuck Mahéshvar Bachhalyā myself.”

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā is your nandoī.” Brahmdév Sharmā gritted his teeth.

“Lord Vishñu were also Vr’ndā’s and Tulsī’s nandoī.” Jāhnavī Dīxit winked at her Brāhmañ husband, “yet, he fucked both Vr’ndā and Tulsī. Didn’t he?”

Brahmdév Sharmā looked at his beautiful wife helplessly.

“Jāhnavī Dīxit, am I not enough for you?”

“You Brāhmañs lack manly vigor for us Brahmkanyās. Only Bachhalyās can provide us that.”

“You are crazy.”

“I want to suck you, Brahmdév Sharmā.” Jāhnavī Dīxit told her Brāhmañ husband bluntly, “would you allow me?”

“Neverrrrrrrrrrrrrr.” Brahmdév Sharmā shouted, “Sālī, you are a Brahmkanyā. Never forget it.”

“How foolish and stupid you Brāhmañs are, my dear Brāhmañ husband.” Jāhnavī Dīxit laughed ironically, “You allow Musalmān Beauties to suck you, but not your own Brāhmañ wives. You Brāhmañs are also sick of your religion as the Musalmīn are.”

“Shut up! You bitch.”

“Bring Durgesh for me. Otherwise I’d fuck Mahéshvar Bachhalyā myself.” Jāhnavī Dīxit had threatened Brahmdév Sharmā.*

Muħammad Yåqūb entered there.

“Hello everybody, Nāzimah, some Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wants to see you.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at her husband.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah?”

“Don’t you know her?”

“I know so many Kħadījah Al Tāhirahs.  I don’t know who this one is out of them.”*

Chapter 11


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