Just Eighteen Just Adult:15

Just Eighteen Just Adult

Durgesh

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Chapter 15

Durgesh Waħīdah Ǻbbās
Durgesh Ǻāliyah Kāmrān

Waħīdah Ǻbbās was really looking forward to this weekend away with me.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I sat side by side on the plane heading for Spain, Waħīdah Ǻbbās closed her eyes and thought back to how it had all come about.
Allah, how difficult it was to seduce Durgesh, Waħīdah Ǻbbās thought.
And the bastards, Musalmīn, claim Durgesh is a Hindu communal sex maniac.
Durgesh fucks every Musalmān Beauty he meets ever.
Bosh and nonsense.
If the ever communal bastard Musalmīn were true in their ever false ever communal claim, why the hell so many Musalmān Beauties were still dreaming and suffering to have Durgesh as their lover/ live in relationship partner?

Waħīdah Ǻbbās was Just Eighteen Just Adult, and liked to think that she was independent.
She was just coming to the end of her first year at University.
For the last couple of years, Waħīdah Ǻbbās had chosen not to go away on the annual family holiday with her younger sister and her parents.
The previous summer, the rest of the family had gone to Spain, and had spent the day in Barcelona, a city Waħīdah Ǻbbās had always wanted to visit.
When we got back, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was quite jealous of us for having been there, and on the spur of the moment, Durgesh had promised to take her there for a long weekend.
For various reasons, the long weekend had never happened – until now.
About a month ago, the topic of the trip had come up again.
Durgesh was due a few days off, and so – without telling Waħīdah Ǻbbās – he had stumbled about on the internet, and booked them some flights and two rooms at a decent looking hotel.
It had all seemed to work out okay, and she was actually quite proud of me for having booked the holiday that way.

I could barely contain myself when I surprised Waħīdah Ǻbbās with the tickets a few days later.
The excitement had built over the next few weeks as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had both looked forward to the trip.
The two of us had always got on well, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās actually got on better with me than she did with her Ammī, particularly in the last couple of years since she had got over those difficult, early teenage years.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had caught the early flight to Barcelona on the Friday morning, and had until our flight back, late on Sunday afternoon, to enjoy ourselves.

I smiled at Waħīdah Ǻbbās as I caught her looking across at me.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I laughed, for no other reason than Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were happy to be getting away for a few days, able to spend some time together.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās shut her eyes and relaxed, thinking about me.
Despite the ever communal ever unjustified in their Hindu hating dastardly claims of the Pseudo Musalmīn, Waħīdah Ǻbbās found me never communal, never Musalmān hating.
I was okay, she thought to herself.
Generous, a good laugh, kind.
And extremely good looking too, Waħīdah Ǻbbās concluded.
Actually, she thought, I was outstandingly handsome, in every kind of way.
Moreover, she knew that almost everyone of her friends fancied me like mad even at my sixty-four.
Was I really sixty-four?
No one believed it ever.
Except perhaps her Nānājān, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, and Durgesh himself.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās laughed to herself at the thought, preferring men her own age, but understanding the attraction of someone older.
Nowadays, it was a surprising trend for Waħīdah Ǻbbās that Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties were mostly interested in senior Hindu males, instead of those of their own age.
In Ved Nagar, it was almost a miracle now if a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty dreams of a Musalmān or a Hindu male of her own age.
“Teenagers are immensely inexperienced.” one of her closest friends, Ǻāliyah Kāmrān, said scornfully, “They are as afraid of taking our cherry as we ourselves are. The bastards, always seeking safe girls who have already lost their cherry either to their fathers or brothers.”*

Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl looked at Ǻāliyah Kāmrān immensely horrified.
“To their fathers or brothers, Ǻāliyah Kāmrān?”
There was a strong disbelief in Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl’s voice.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān laughed at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl.
“Chicken!”
“I hate you.” Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl shouted at Ǻāliyah Kāmrān protesting strongly.
“Nevertheless, you are a chicken still now even at your Just Eighteen Just Adult. Stupid girl.”
“Shut up. Keep your filthy mouth shut. You dirty bitch.” Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl thundered at her.
Some of their friends were watching them quarrel, with interest, but most of them were laughing at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl.
Yes, some of them were neither laughing at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl nor watching them interested in their futile quarrel, but even they were smiling at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl with quite an immense smirk on their lips.
“Chicken,” Ǻāliyah Kāmrān laughed at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl mockingly, “the world is not as moral as you childishly think. Most of the fathers fuck their own daughters and most of the brothers fuck their own sisters until they are not married to their foolish husbands.”
Farħānah Salāħuddīn laughed.
“Not only that,” she confirmed Ǻāliyah Kāmrān, “there are so many Ammīs even who are cougars to the extent that they have their sexual relationship with their own son.”
“You are dirty girls.” Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl said scornfully, “I hate all of you.”*

Ǻāliyah Kāmrān teased Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl not to humiliate her, to teach her instead the cold and hard things of life.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān wasn’t as lucky as Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl was.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān had had to face grim realities of life, consequently, even while she was Just Eighteen Just Adult only.
The kitten’s eyes, waving back and forth, followed the ball of crumpled paper.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān was waving it high above the arm of the chair.
The kitten was named Green Eyes because of the color of her eyes.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān liked to watch her eyes.
Their pupils were always changing, narrowing to ominous slits and widening to opaque pools of onyx.
Those black and green eyes had an hypnotic effect on Ǻāliyah Kāmrān, as Durgesh himself had on almost entire womankind.
Almost?
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān disagreed.
There isn’t any exception, as far as Ǻāliyah Kāmrān knew.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān’s own elder sisters hated Durgesh once.
They deliberately, stubbornly, married eligible Ǻrab Royal Sheikħs.
Their age difference even didn’t matter at all.
What happened?
Ultimately, her Māmūjān, Muħammad Yūsuf, was proven to be exactly correct.
Eventually, everyone of her elder sister seduced Durgesh herself.
And now, they are having their actual live in relationship with Durgesh while still married to their royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands.
Their royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands tried to object on it.
Durgesh immediately transferred his numerous stocks of shares in the oil companies in the name of their wives.
Their royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands suddenly found their wives actually controlled now their oil wells even.
Their objections died out eventually after a long futile struggle.
The royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands surrendered to their richer wives for their own financial survival.
It was their bad luck that Saůūdī Årab was not Saůūdī Årab anymore.
She was Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat now.
Modern Democratic Årabia.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was its ever first President.
Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.*

However, it was not exactly as Ǻāliyah Kāmrān thought it was.
Her eldest sister, Kħālidah Kāmrān managed it somewhat differently.
Her Ammī, Kāzimah Yåqūb and I left work early at five o’clock because she wanted extra time to get ready for the Halloween party our friends were throwing tonight.
Kāzimah Yåqūb and I worked together at my office.
I was an utmost successful Sex therapist in the suburbs and Kāzimah Yåqūb was my Colleague lady Sex therapist.
I met Kāzimah Yåqūb just after her second year of medical school to become a Lady Sex therapist.
Kāzimah Yåqūb was 18 at the time.
Shortly after we met, Kāzimah Yåqūb got pregnant from me.
Kāzimah Yåqūb wanted to manage her live in relationship with me, but Kāmrān Hāshimī proposed her surprisingly.
“Why not oblige me, Kāzimah Yåqūb?”
“What do you mean?” Kāzimah Yåqūb could not understand.
“I’m a bisexual, Kāzimah.”
“I know.”
“What? How the hell you know it?” Kāmrān Hāshimī was dumbfounded.
Nāzimah Raħmān told me.”
“Allah! Is she telling everyone that I am a bisexual?”
“Not bisexual, worse. She is telling everyone that you are impotent, not capable to satisfy any woman. You exploded as soon as you entered Nāzimah Raħmān. Nāzimah Raħmān had to go to Durgesh to extinguish the fire you incompetently set between her legs.”
Durgesh? She went to Durgesh? But she loves Shankar Mahāpralayankar.” Kāmrān Hāshimī was horrified.
Nāzimah Raħmān doesn’t love Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar loves Nāzimah Raħmān. Nāzimah Raħmān hates Shankar Mahāpralayankar. He is a Criminal.”
“But… but Shankar Mahāpralayankar said…”
Nāzimah Raħmān isn’t responsible for what Shankar Mahāpralayankar claims. Only Durgesh could save Nāzimah Raħmān from Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Nāzimah Raħmān hadn’t another option. Shankar Mahāpralayankar fucks even the royal Ǻrab Sheikħs in their asses.”
Shankar Mahāpralayankar is more powerful than the royal Ǻrab Sheikħs even. The royal Ǻrab Sheikħs can’t protect themselves from his criminal powers.”
“As they sowed so they’re reaping.” Kāzimah Yåqūb said curtly, “The royal Ǻrab Sheikħs created Shankar Mahāpralayankar against Musalmān terrorists to protect their kingdom. They succeeded in protecting their royal kingdom from Musalmān terrorists, but not from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. They thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t do anything. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slapped them, rather kicked them actually with her far stronger feet than the royal Ǻrab Sheikħs thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had. As they sowed so they reaped. What’s wrong in it?”*

I looked at Waħīdah Ǻbbās, as she sat, totally relaxed, her eyes closed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was quite beautiful, just like her Ammī at that age.
She had had her red hair cut for our break, but it still hung around her shoulders, framing her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
She really was quite lovely, with her big brown eyes, full lips and pert nose.

Like many girls of her age, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was wearing a tight sleeveless top, with the narrowest of straps, which clung to her body, curving softly around her full Musalmān breasts.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s tanned midriff was bare, the gold cross in her pierced belly button glinting softly.
Her skirt was – according to her Ammī – too short.
Looking across at her, I suddenly felt aware of myself at how my ever experienced Hindu male eyes were drawn to her long, slender, tanned female Musalmān legs.

The flight wasn’t that long.
By the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had been fed a typical airline breakfast, had a couple of cups of coffee, and bought Waħīdah Ǻbbās some duty free perfume, it was time to start descending towards Barcelona.
As soon as the captain announced our approach to the airport, Waħīdah Ǻbbās grabbed My arm, her excitement evident on her terribly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face, her Musalmān breasts squashed against me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās bent over to try and see more out of the window next to me.

Once the plane landed, and came to a halt at the terminal, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were amongst the first to leave the plane.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I dashed through the airport, hoping that our luggage would arrive quickly.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were in luck – it seemed that only minutes after Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I reached baggage reclaim, our cases were on the conveyor belt in front of us.
Minutes later, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were in a taxi heading for the city centre.

The taxi driver picked up on our excitement straightaway, and was soon chatting away in his broken English, pointing out the various sights as he drove.
He offered us a sight seeing “detour”, and as it wasn’t much more than the fare itself, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I took him up on his offer.

He drove us up to the highest part of the city, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I gasped at the panoramic views in all directions, of the docks and the cruise ships lined up in one direction, and of the city in the other.
He showed us the historical sights, where the famous football stadium was, where the Olympic village had been, and so much more.
By the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I reached the hotel, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I couldn’t wait to see more.

I paid off the driver, and then led the way through to the hotel reception, proud to have beautiful young Waħīdah Ǻbbās on my arm, proud yet cautious of the admiring looks Waħīdah Ǻbbās was getting.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās clung to my arm as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I waited in the short queue at reception, both of us chatting away happily.

When Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I reached the reception desk, I gave the receptionist our name, and then waited while she found our paperwork.
As she looked through it, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both became aware of the looks the receptionist was giving us.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās giggled.

“She thinks I’m either your wife or at least your Musalmān girlfriend,” she told me, hardly able to hold back her giggles.

The receptionist gave me the booking in form to sign with a frosty smile, and asked to see our passports.
I handed over the passports, and then looked at the form the receptionist had asked me to sign.

“I’m sorry,” I told her a few minutes later, “there’s been a mistake. I booked two single rooms, not one twin room.”

As the receptionist took the form back, I rummaged through my bag and pulled out the e-mail confirmation I’d received.
I also had the screen print form when I booked the hotel over the Internet.

“Look – there,” I pointed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked as well.

“Durgesh darling,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried mischievously, seductively, naughtily. “It is wrong – look at the boxes your secretary ticked erroneously. You’ve booked one, Double Bed room, instead of two, Single Bed rooms.
She pointed at the e-mail.

I stared at the paper in front of me.
It suddenly dawned on me what my secretary had done.

“You can’t be trusted with secretaries, can you?” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me, only half joking as she saw our weekend being spoilt in front of us.

I told her not to worry, that I would sort it out.
But, as the receptionist explained, the hotel was fully booked.
If Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I wanted two rooms, then Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I would have to look elsewhere.
I looked helplessly at Waħīdah Ǻbbās.

“We’ll take it,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās announced firmly. “After all,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me softly, trying to make me feel better, “There is a Double Bed – and a bathroom to get changed in.”

Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I finished booking in, gave the still disbelieving receptionist My credit card details, and then followed the porter to the lifts, and the eighth floor.
He opened the door to our room for us, and placed our cases just inside.
As I tipped him, he gave a knowing wink.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās squeezed my arm, telling me to ignore the porter.
He thought Waħīdah Ǻbbās my young wife or young Musalmān girlfriend and we were here to enjoy sex with each other.
It was normal for him to welcome aged Hindu multimillionaires with their sexy young Musalmān secretaries/ girlfriends.

I followed Waħīdah Ǻbbās into the room.
Like so many hotel rooms, there was a short corridor, with the bathroom off to one side.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās popped her around the door to look inside.
It was actually quite big, with a partially sunken bath as well as a separate shower cubicle.

When Waħīdah Ǻbbās came out, she saw that I had stopped.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās walked up behind me, and took in the rest of the room.
It was quite large, with sliding doors out to a balcony which overlooked the city, and a LARGE DOUBLE BED.
She stopped, her eyes frozen on the bed.

I recovered first.

“Don’t worry,” I told her, “It’s probably just two beds pushed together – I’ll get the hotel to move us.”

“Look,” I added, as I flipped up the bed clothes to show her.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both stared.
There was only one set of legs.
It was only one bed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I stared at each other.
I eventually broke the silence.

“I’ll get us another room.”

“How?” Waħīdah Ǻbbās asked. “You heard what that receptionist said.” She stared at me for a moment longer. “We’ll just have to put pillows between us like when we were kids.”

Despite myself, I laughed at the memory of when Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had all gone to Disneyland six or seven years before.
The hotel room had two big beds, so Waħīdah Ǻbbās had shared with me.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had used pillows to split the bed into two, but by the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had finished, the pillows had begun to look like a barricade.

“Are you sure?” I asked, totally fed up with myself for getting it all so wrong.

“Yes,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told, squeezing my arm reassuringly.

“Now come on, I’m starved. Let’s get unpacked, and then get some lunch,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās added, more brightly than Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt, but wanting to cheer me up.

An hour later, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were sat in the warm spring sunshine, outside a cosy café towards the top end of Las Ramblas, a wonderfully entertaining street in the centre of Barcelona, eating omelettes, Waħīdah Ǻbbās even enjoying a bottle of red wine.

As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I ate and Waħīdah Ǻbbās drank.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I felt more relaxed, the problems of the last few hours disappeared, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I started to plan our weekend.
I was torn between sight seeing and going to the Nou Camp stadium to soak up the atmosphere and watch football, while Waħīdah Ǻbbās wanting nothing more than to visit all the shops Waħīdah Ǻbbās could find, looking at the sights as Waħīdah Ǻbbās went.
In the end, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I decided Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I would try and do everything.

“Okay, let’s go for it,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me, before adding mischievously, “So long as we go shopping first!”

Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I spent the afternoon shopping.
I actually quite enjoyed it, glad to see Waħīdah Ǻbbās so happy as Waħīdah Ǻbbās took me from shop to shop, trying on dozens of items for every one Waħīdah Ǻbbās bought.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I even went shopping for me, as I gave in at last to Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s pleas for me to “get with it!”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I still hadn’t finished when the shops began to close.

“There’s always tomorrow,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me, skipping out of the way as I playfully swung a shopping bag at her.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I strolled the half a mile or so back to the hotel, our arms linked, enjoying each other’s company as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I always did.
Back at the hotel, I had a quick shower and then left the bathroom free for Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
When I heard her in the shower, I leisurely dressed, putting on the new clothes that Waħīdah Ǻbbās had left out for me.
When Waħīdah Ǻbbās re-appeared, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was dressed and ready to go out.

“What do you think?” Waħīdah Ǻbbās asked, spinning around to show off her new outfit.

While my wolf whistle was meant to be playful, I couldn’t help thinking how good Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had put on a tiny amount of make up, just enough to highlight her extremely sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān features.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was wearing a short, flared skirt and high heels, both of which helped to show off her legs to perfection.
The skirt fitted just tightly enough around her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to show just how sexy it was.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās wore a vest top with very thin straps, with a shirt over the top of it.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had left the shirt unbuttoned, and I couldn’t help but notice how the vest clung to the shape of Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s pert Musalmān breasts.

“You look beautiful, sweet heart,” I told her, “You make me so proud.”

Waħīdah Ǻbbās hugged me, telling me I “looked even more killingly handsome than I myself realized”.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I stood close together, I suddenly realised just how good it felt to have Waħīdah Ǻbbās in my arms like this, just how sexy Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt against me.
I let go of her as if I’d been burnt, Mumbling something about us “needing to go out” as Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked at me quizzically.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I ate in the hotel restaurant.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I took our time, and even I felt relaxed as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I looked forward to the next few days.
After dinner, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I went for a walk around the place de Catalunya, strolling slowly amongst
the fountains and statues, enjoying the atmosphere.
By the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I got back to the hotel, it was quite late.

As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I went into our room, there was – just for a moment – an uncertain silence between us, as if Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I didn’t quite know what to do.
But then I went into the bathroom for a quick wash.
When I came out, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was sat on the edge of the bed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās glanced across at me as I came back into the room bare chested.
She stood up, her pyjamas in her hand, and went to take her turn in the bathroom, smiling at me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās brushed past me.

I sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly unsure about sharing a room, let alone a bed, with Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, and quickly decided to get changed.
I grabbed the pyjama’s I’d bought earlier and quickly unwrapped them.
I didn’t normally wear pyjama’s, preferring to sleep in the nude or in an old tee shirt if it was cold.
But while there were out shopping I had bought some just for the weekend.

I stood up, quickly pulled my trousers and underwear off.
As I stood naked, reaching out for my pyjamas, I caught sight of myself in the mirror.

“Amazing,” I thought, smiling to myself.

At sixty four, I did still look okay.
I always kept my tan, and had managed to avoid putting on too much weight over the years.
While my muscular legs and chest have not softened even slightly with the passing of time, I knew that I could still draw the odd admiring look when I was on the beach.

As I stood naked, my pyjama’s still in my hand, the bathroom door burst open.
I sat down abruptly on the edge of the bed, holding my pyjama’s still in my hand, not even covering my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, my face startled.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās stopped dead, looking at me, feeling very embarrassed both for her and me.
I looked at her, my mouth suddenly very grave.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was wearing her favourite Winnie the pooh pyjamas.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had had them for years, so they were now a bit too small, but she still loved to wear them.

The short sleeved top, which had once been baggy on her, now fitted snugly over her Musalmān breasts, her nipples clearly visible.
I stared at her, at the picture of the bear on the front, at the way the picture moved with her, with her body, with her Musalmān breasts, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās breathed.

Her pyjama bottoms were shorts, and while they had once reached her knees, they were now half way up her tanned thighs.
Behind her, in the other wall mirror, I could see just how tight they were over her firm Musalmān ass, how they clung to her soft Musalmān curves.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās stared at my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund dumbfounded.
We both were in trance.
For how much time, none of us knew.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās just kept staring at my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund dumbfounded.
I kept watching Waħīdah Ǻbbās.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās recovered first.

“Come on Durgesh darling, get a move on,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās crossed to the other side of the room, doing her best not to look in my direction as she started to put her clothes away in the wardrobe.

“Waħīdah Ǻbbās, I’m trying to get changed,” I told her, saying the first thing that came into my head.
I felt angry with myself for getting us into this mess, and with Waħīdah Ǻbbās for being so sexy, so beautiful.
And with myself for the way my Uncut Hindu Lund was reacting openly.

“Oh come on, Durgesh darling, I won’t look.”

“Well you better not,” I told her, trying not to look in her direction, my voice unexpectedly gruff.

“And if I do? I’ve already more than enough. I’ve already digested too much what the unique you have for us womankind.” Waħīdah Ǻbbās teased me.

“I’ll have to spank you,” I retorted, automatically using our standard joke.

I glanced in the mirror and saw that Waħīdah Ǻbbās was looking away now.
I carefully shook my pyjamas to unfold them, before standing up to step into them.
I glanced up again.
This time I saw Waħīdah Ǻbbās in the mirror, looking in my direction.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās could obviously see my buttocks, but that wasn’t where Waħīdah Ǻbbās was looking.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was looking in the mirror as well, at my reflection, at my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund swaying in front of me, at my heavy Hindu balls hanging beneath.

I dragged my pyjamas up my legs and sat down.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had been looking at me so openly.
Or had I imagined it?

“Sorry.”

Her voice was small, so quiet I could hardly hear her, even though Waħīdah Ǻbbās was now stood next to me.
I felt angry again, at her, at myself.
I reached out and grabbed Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s arm, dragging her to me and throwing her over my knee.

“I told you what would happen,” I almost shouted, as my hand crashed down onto her perfect big ass, barely hidden by the thin material stretched tightly over her hot Musalmān body.

She screamed and wriggling, kicking her legs as my hand crashed down again.
I felt the heat of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass against my hand as I smacked her for a third time.
I stopped, breathing heavily, my hand resting on her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, her heat radiating through to me.

I was suddenly aware of her Musalmān breasts and belly against my leg, of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her pyjama top had ridden up and I looked down at her back, at her smooth skin, at her beautiful sun tan, at the small tattoo at the base of her spine, at the way her narrow waist flared out to meet the soft curves of her hips and ass.

A groan escaped from deep within me as I ran my hand softly over her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and up onto her back, feeling the shape of her sexy Musalmān body.
I slipped my hand into the back of her shorts, pulling them down as I ran the tip of my middle finger down between her cheeks, knowing it was wrong but totally unable to stop myself.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās gasped, trying to take in what was happening, trying to understand why the pain Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt was now being overwhelmed by the pleasure shooting through her.

“Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried, wriggling harder as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my finger scratching lightly over her puckered Musalmān bum, as waves of pleasure washed through her.

“Durgesh, stop,” she moaned, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my hard Uncut Hindu Lund against her belly, as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooded, as She pressed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot herself down against my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I sensed the change in her, but couldn’t work out what it was.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was still wriggling, but her movements were now more deliberate, more controlled.
My already hard Uncut Hindu Lund stiffened even more as I realised that Waħīdah Ǻbbās was actually rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against it, against the hardness of my knee.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās thought Waħīdah Ǻbbās was going to faint.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her whole body, ached with the pleasure surging through her.
Her nipples felt like they were ready to burst they felt so hard.
And beneath her, Waħīdah Ǻbbās could feel the hardness, the heat, of mine.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās couldn’t stop herself.
It was as if a floodgate had suddenly opened.
She pressed her whole body down against me, wanting me.

With a groan, I felt Waħīdah Ǻbbās press down against me.
I pushed my hand further into her pyjamas, reaching down between her legs to find her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried out as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund on her, suddenly scared, very scared, by the depths of her feelings, of her need, of her desire for me, of her need for release.

She scrambled away from me, falling onto the floor before quickly standing up.
Her chest was heaving, her nipples rock hard against the thin material of her top.
There was a dark patch on her shorts where Waħīdah Ǻbbās had been rubbing against me.

I looked Waħīdah Ǻbbās up and down, drinking in her sexiness, my heart thumping.
I saw her eyes looking down at me.
Glancing down, I realised for the first time that my Uncut Hindu Lund had escaped through the open fly of my pyjamas, and was now stood erect, all eight inches of it, thick and hard, the head red and engorged, and already wet with pre cum.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund jerk.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s eyes widened as Waħīdah Ǻbbās watched my Uncut Hindu Lund swaying.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās didn’t resist, didn’t want to resist, instead when Waħīdah Ǻbbās herself grabbed me, plunging herself to me, her mind blanked by lust.

Her shorts were half ripped away from her body as she grabbed them and plunged herself towards me.
I caught a fleeting glimpse of her red hair, but then Waħīdah Ǻbbās was straddling me, neither of us sure of what was happening, neither of us wanting to stop, but both of us knowing that Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had to.

“Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās almost sobbed as Waħīdah Ǻbbās knelt over my lap, her knees on the bed each side of my nude Hindu male thighs.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās didn’t feel in control of her body any more.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās could feel my hands on her hips, the unbearable heat of my Uncut Hindu Lund against her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās groaned.

“Durgesh, I’ve never ……..”

And then Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my hands pulling her down onto me.
Her knees collapsed under her, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt the searing heat of my rigid Uncut Hindu Lund driving upwards into her ardent Musalmān body.

“….. done this before …” Waħīdah Ǻbbās finished, my Uncut Hindu Lund already deep inside her like a rod of steel.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās screamed with pain, with desire, as My Uncut Hindu Lund tore into her body.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās automatically straightened her legs, lifting herself away from me.
She sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked at me, at the awful confused, pained expression on my face, at the horror at what had happened, what she’d done, in my ever experienced Hindu male eyes.
“Oh Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās breathed, lowering her body back onto mine.

This time it was I who was frozen, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās lowered her sexy young body back down onto me.
She moved slowly, almost gingerly, reaching down to hold my Uncut Hindu Lund, her hand barely big enough to reach around my thick Hindu shaft. Waħīdah Ǻbbās wrapped her other arm round my neck as she eased my Uncut Hindu Lund back into her body, wanting me, wanting my Uncut Hindu Lund, desperately.

I held her hips lightly, not quite believing what was happening, watching Waħīdah Ǻbbāss face as Waħīdah Ǻbbās lowered herself onto my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.
I couldn’t believe how hot, how wet, how tight Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt as the engorged head of my Uncut Hindu Lund slid into her.
I somehow resisted the urge to push my Uncut Hindu Lund into her as deep as I could, to pull her hips down onto me, and let Waħīdah Ǻbbās take her time.

As Waħīdah Ǻbbās lowered herself onto my lap, Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips stretching around my Uncut Hindu Lund as it slipped into her.
The pain Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt was being washed away by the strength of her pleasure as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moulded itself to every ridge, every contour, of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
With a deep groan, she settled onto my lap, all eight inches of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund buried inside her.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās was in awe of her body, of the pleasure surging through her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had no idea how all of that wonderful Uncut Hindu Lund had fitted inside her, but it had.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt so full, as if my Uncut Hindu Lund was reaching up to between her Musalmān breasts.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās wrapped her arms around My neck and looked into my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, seeing the same need, the same desire in my ever experienced Hindu male eyes as Waħīdah Ǻbbās was sure I could see in hers.
Her legs were spread wide, her knees each side of me.
It felt as though Waħīdah Ǻbbās was being split apart by my Uncut Hindu Lund, speared deep inside her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās could feel my balls against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, my hands stroking her hips, running softly over her body.

Still looking into my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, she eased herself up on my Uncut Hindu Lund, feeling it sliding out of her a few inches before dropping back onto me.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās wiggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass a little, and then lifted herself again, enjoying the wonderful sensations flooding her body more and more, enjoying the feel of my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her, the feel of my skin peeling back over my Uncut Hindu Lund head each time she moved her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot up and down my Hindu length.

It seemed natural for us to kiss, tentatively at first, our lips barely touching.
But then Waħīdah Ǻbbāsicked slowly along My lips, before poking her tongue between them, feeling our way inside my mouth.
Moments later, our lips were locked together, our tongues thrusting and exploring.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I kissed, I pulled Waħīdah Ǻbbās to me, feeling her Musalmān breasts, her hard nipples against my chest even through her flimsy pyjamas, our hips now moving as one.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I broke our kiss, staring at each other as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I gasped for breath, our lips still for a moment.
Silently, Waħīdah Ǻbbās reached for the hem of her top, and pulled it slowly up her body and over her head.

I gasped, my Uncut Hindu Lund jerking inside her, as the rest of her body was uncovered.
My ever experienced Hindu male eyes moved with her, following the edge of her top upwards.
Firstly, it was her flat, well toned belly with the little gold cross nestling in her belly button.
I had always been against her having her navel pierced, but now all I could think about was how sexy it looked, Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked.
As the top went up higher, my hands moved from her hips and slowly up the sides of her slender body, her skin smooth and soft under my touch.

Gradually, as if in slow motion, the soft swell of her Musalmān breasts came into view.
I moaned, my hands tightening around her, as her sexy young Musalmān breasts were unveiled to me.
They were bigger than I’d ever imagined, but still firm, very firm and beautifully shaped.
They seemed to turn upwards at the end, and were slightly conical shaped, her nipples hard and swollen, the aureoles dark and wide.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās saw how I was looking at her, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing at the expression on my face.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās held still for a few long moments, her arms above her head, her Musalmān breasts thrust out to me, wanting me, as I feasted on her extraordinary Musalmān beauty.
I reached out to her, my hands moving smoothly across her body to cup her Musalmān breasts.
I sighed as I felt her firmness beneath my hands, just as Waħīdah Ǻbbās sighed as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my hands on her, the rough skin on my thumbs scraping lightly over her sensitive nipples.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās threw her top onto the floor and pulled my head to her.
I pressed my head into her cleavage, my hands still on her Musalmān breasts, the two of us still for a moment except for the gentle movement of our hips, of my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.

I watched as her nipples puckered and tightened even more under my touch as I moved from one to the other I squeezed them gently, and then harder.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās held my head to her, wanting, needing, my attention, her hips rising as Waħīdah Ǻbbās began to fuck my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Lund again.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I moved as one, my Uncut Hindu Lund ploughing into her, stretching her, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās clung to me, as I squeezed her Musalmān breasts and nipples, my hands roaming easily over her body.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt as though My Uncut Hindu Lund was filling her entire body.
It felt huge inside her – and Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved it.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved the way it filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, reaching deep inside her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved the way it moved, the way her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wrapped itself around it.
And Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved the way the pain, the dull ache, Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt was now being replaced by waves of intense, almost painful, pleasure.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt nothing like it ever before.
The pleasure filling her, reaching the very ends of her body, was amazing, and was being driven there by my stunning Uncut Hindu Lund inside her body, by my hands on her body, by my mouth on her Musalmān breasts.

Everything was a blur as Waħīdah Ǻbbās clung to me, holding me tighter and tighter as the pleasure inside her became almost unbearable.
Our hips, our bodies, were moving faster now, my Uncut Hindu Lund reaching deeper and deeper inside her as everything else was forgotten except for our pleasure.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried out as her orgasm tore through her body, wave after wave of intense pleasure.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās threw her head back, her chest flushed, her body tense, as I buried my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her and clung to her, in awe of her reaction, of the pleasure Waħīdah Ǻbbās was enjoying.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās was almost sobbing with relief as her body relaxed, as I began fucking her again.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was bouncing up and down on my lap as I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund wildly into her, her Musalmān breasts bouncing in front of me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās rode my violent Hindu thrusts, as she straddled my knees, pushing down to meet my Uncut Hindu Lund as I drove it deepest into her body.

As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I fucked, her juices poured from her onto my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, the room echoing to the wet sounds of our bodies moving together.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund grow even bigger inside her as my climax approached, as another climax washed through her.
As my Hindu cum threatened to erupt inside from me, I started to lift Waħīdah Ǻbbās away from my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“No,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried, understanding what I was trying to do, “it’s okay. Give it to me inside, please.”

Waħīdah Ǻbbās drove her body downwards, using her weight to drive my Uncut Hindu Lund back inside her just as my balls contracted and sent my Hindu cum into her body in thick jets.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both cried out, I at my release and Waħīdah Ǻbbās at the feel of my Hindu cum filling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, mixing with her juices.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I clung together, my Uncut Hindu Lund throbbing inside her, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot squeezing my n cum from me.

I collapsed backwards on the bed, breathless, my muscular body slick with sweat.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās lay down on top of me, her cheek resting on my chest, my softening Uncut Hindu Lund still filling her hot, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“I love you, Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās murmured, hugging me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my arms around her, “I love you now even more than I ever did before. Thank you. Thank you very much for accepting me in your life forever, my dear Hindu husband.”

Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I lay still for long moments, savouring the feel of each other, before Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I inevitably thought about what had happened.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both knew that Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I should be feeling guilty, but Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I didn’t.
All Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I knew was that Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I wanted it more, much more.

Waħīdah Ǻbbās got up slowly.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās knelt beside me, I propped myself up on my elbows, looking at her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās leant over and kissed me softly, her hand resting on my belly.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked down at my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was still semi erect, lying at the base of my belly, still slick with cum and juices.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās giggled at the fact that I still had my pyjama bottoms on, at the huge wet patch from her juices.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās dragged them down my legs, leaving me naked, and then got up off the bed.

I watched her, drinking in her ardent Musalmān nakedness, her beauty, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās crossed the room and went into the bathroom.

Chapter 16
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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: 46

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 46

Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

I said with a smile,
“I can’t believe how wet you are, but I love it, baby.” I nursed Amīnah Zahīr’s right nipple and my fingers teased her needy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Amīnah Zahīr lay with her eyes on me.
She was enjoying such an utmost skilled lover, even if, I was aged enough to be her father, rather Grandfather.
Wasn’t I?
Even then, it was normal for me now.
I was fucking countless Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties now every day, in my countless bodies.
The inauguration of their Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunts by me, was now itself a normal event of celebration.
Once I couldn’t believe it could even happen anywhere.
Yet, now I was doing it every now and then ceremoniously.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had now even changed the values of societies successfully.
Forever?
I don’t know.
“I’m so glad that we’re doing this Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! and I never want it to end.” Amīnah Zahīr said with immense love for me.
Amīnah Zahīr was ready for me to love her.
Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I’m on fire,” Amīnah Zahīr said with intense need and want.
“Well, why don’t you climb on and take your ol’ Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties! for a spin!”
Amīnah Zahīr heard me.
And Amīnah Zahīr was ready instantaneously.
In a flash, Amīnah Zahīr was on me now.
“Allah Allah! Oh God, I’m so horny, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as she rubbed her dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy on my rock-hard Hindu shaft.
Amīnah Zahīr got on her feet, squatting like a catcher in baseball and she reached down to guide me in her exquisite Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
“Oh yes! Oh yes, oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!! Allah! Ahhh, God!” Amīnah Zahīr screamed when my big, fat Uncut Hindu Cock-head slipped into her tiny Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy-hole, stretching it wider than ever before, but I was in her and nothing else mattered now.
“Oh fuck! Allah Allah! Oh my fuckin’ Goddess, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr squealed as my Uncut Hindu Cock-head spread her wide.
It hurt, but Amīnah Zahīr was not going to stop for anything.
It was her dream coming true now.
Most of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends were already fucking me even in public places openly.
She couldn’t do it because she wasn’t adult until now.

I held aminah-zahir‘s extremely beautiful gorgeous Musalmān butt as Amīnah Zahīr slowly lowered herself on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
As it entered her exquisite Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, her tight vaginal muscles grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund around its entire length and thickness.
It was as if I was being sucked by her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth again.
I controlled myself from moaning.
Instead, I smiled proudly as Amīnah Zahīr lowered.
Amīnah Zahīr took me deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, while her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy sucked me in.
Moreover, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy sucked hard.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I love you!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as my Uncut Hindu Cock slipped deeper, deepest.
It felt so wonderful in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, filling it full of my Uncut Hindu Cock, but this Uncut Hindu Cock, was Mine and it was the best.
“Oh fuck…Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I love you so much!” Amīnah Zahīr grunted as Amīnah Zahīr lowered, easing more of my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her tiny Musalmān hole.
I smiled and lightly kissed her crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips, enjoying her young, fertile sex.
“I love you too,” I whispered as Amīnah Zahīr started rocking her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back and forth, side to side and any other way Amīnah Zahīr could move.
“Oh yeah, that feels good!” I moaned and held her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, savoring her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and Amīnah Zahīr’s tightness around My Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I love you inside me!” Amīnah Zahīr cried out as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy burned and juices were pouring from her, covering me and it made a wonderful sound.
“You’re so…fuckin’ big and long!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as I slid deeper, deepest, continuing to stretch her.
The wet, slurp sounds filled her ears and Amīnah Zahīr loved hearing it.
“Mmmm, I’m so wet for you and your Uncut Hindu Cock is like…heaven,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled and her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks started bouncing up and down, moving faster and with more need than ever.
I held Amīnah Zahīr and I could sense her need.
“Is My girl horny? Does My sweet baby need to cum on her Durgesh darling?” I whispered to her and Amīnah Zahīr moaned, moving faster and driving me deeper into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Amīnah Zahīr heard me and liked hearing me talking sexy to her.
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!. Talk sexy to me! I…love…it…Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr whimpered as Amīnah Zahīr continued to bounce up and down on my long, thick Uncut Hindu Cock.
“How sexy do you want it?” I asked as I squeezed Amīnah Zahīr’s ass, grinding her against me.
I could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy starting squeezing me.
Amīnah Zahīr loved my big, powerful hands squeezing her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and when I pulled her down, shoved myself to the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. “I like it…sexy as fuck! Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I’m wanta be your Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān whore!” she yelled as she rocked side to side and quickly lifted up.
Amīnah Zahīr lowered back down and Amīnah Zahīr took me all.

I slapped her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass playfully and shoved her down on My Uncut Hindu Cock.
“You are too young to be a whore, even exclusively mine, but I can train you, bitch, if that’s what you really want to be!” I said with a ‘fake’ mean voice and I slapped her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Amīnah Zahīr slammed down and I drove to her core.
“I wanta be exclusively your…whore, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!! Please train me, please!” Amīnah Zahīr screamed as the sting from her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, quickly rushed over her entire body.
Amīnah Zahīr went up and down the entire length of My Uncut Hindu Cock, Amīnah Zahīr’s head was spinning and her heart was racing.
“Go faster, Amīnah Zahīr! Fuck your Durgesh darling, slut! Fuck your Durgesh darling.” I growled as I continued to slap each of Amīnah Zahīr’s ass-cheeks.
I started to lift My hips up, shoving My Uncut Hindu Cock to Amīnah Zahīr’s core.
“Oh yes, I’m nothing but an exclusively your whore… exclusively your whore…Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr yelled out as I slapped her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass playfully, rammed My Uncut Hindu Cock in her so hard.
I called her such wonderful names.
“I’m your nasty, little…whore!” she yelled louder as I lifted up, thrusting My long Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, touching places that Amīnah Zahīr never knew were there, until I found them for her.
“Fuck me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!! Fuck me, harder!” Amīnah Zahīr screamed.
Amīnah Zahīr came again.

I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy clamp around My Uncut Hindu Cock and I held Amīnah Zahīr as tightly as I could.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy grabbed me and it started pulling on me, hoping it could make me cum, but I needed a little more time in Sāliħah Ayyūb’s daughter’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, to cum now.
“Ahhh, that’s my Amīnah Zahīr,” I whispered when she fell on me. “Yeah, that’s my good, little Amīnah Zahīr,” I whispered again as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy grabbed me again and it pulled harder.
This time, it won and it got my Hindu cum.
“Oh fuck, you Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bitch! You fucking made me…cum!” I laughed as my Hindu cum shot from the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock and it sprayed deepest into the back of Amīnah Zahīr’s warm Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. “Ahhh, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! My God, Amīnah Zahīr! Oh baby, oh yes!” I grunted as I lifted my hips, making sure that my every, single Hindu seed was shooting deepest in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān belly.
Amīnah Zahīr lifted her head and smiled at me.
“Allah! Subħān Allah! Holy God, I do hope it’s that good every time!” Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
I smiled and my hands caressed over her long and very smooth back, when a strange thought, filled my mind. “Hey, I know that it’s a little late to ask this, but are you on the pill?” I asked and I could feel her giggling.
“Yeah, it is, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, but didn’t you have a splendid time fucking me, your Amīnah Zahīr. Huh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr watched a terrified look cover my face. “Huh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? Did you enjoy fucking your Amīnah Zahīr and cumming up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy? Mmmm, I bet you loved it, until you remembered about the pills!” Amīnah Zahīr laughed more.
“Hey, are you taking them or not?” I asked again.
“Well, I guess you’ll have to wait and find out, won’t you?” Amīnah Zahīr laughed and eased me from her used and very sore Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. “But, what would you say if I told you that I…wasn’t. What would you do?” Amīnah Zahīr asked me and snuggled against my side.
I just held her and thought for a second.
“I guess we would have a baby, wouldn’t we.” I smiled and it would be fun having a baby with Amīnah Zahīr, but Amīnah Zahīr is Sāliħah Ayyūb’s daughter and that would not go well.”
“I think it would be so fun, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I could give you ‘our’ baby.” Superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady, Amīnah Zahīr, jiggled again, stretched up to kiss me.*

Suddenly I heard Shérū barking.
“Hell,” Amīnah Zahīr expressed her annoyance, “who the hell has come now!”
“Shoot the bolt up.” I smiled, “the big black German shepherd is walking on tiptoe around a car, his mane bristling, his nose busily inquiring as to the identity of the late visitors.”
The close circuit TV was opposite me.
Amīnah Zahīr didn’t even bother to look at the same.
“Don’t take any chances with that dog,” Muħammad bin Qāsim warned, “Blow the horn and let’s get someone to come out here and escort us in.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled confidently.
“Most of these ranches and estates here at Ved Nagar, belong to either HVSI group of Companies or the Musalmān Beauties living in relationship with Durgesh. I’d rather try the doorbell. That dog looks intelligent.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim retorted.
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Sālé Miyān,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled impishly, “it does with a dog.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand opened the door of the car.
The dog immediately bristled in hostile silence.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked down.
He caught the dog’s eye.
“Look,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said, as though addressing a human being, “I want to talk with the master of the house. I’m going to get out of this car and walk in a direct line right up to the porch. Then I ring the bell. You can follow along behind me to make certain I don’t make any false move. How’s that?”
With the last two words, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand raised his voice.
Then, without an instant’s hesitation Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand stepped on the ground.
The dog lunged forward, keeping his nose within a half inch of Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s legs as the new Managing Director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company walked around the car and up to the porch.
“Bājī,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand assured Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, “it’s all right, now you may come.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was watching his activities with apprehensive eyes.
“That’s what I said. But you didn’t let me…”
“I promised Māmū Imām, Bājī. Why the hell don’t you understand?”
“You protect me to this extent, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, while you are only my cousin. If you were my real brother I don’t know how much freedom I’d have gotten.”
“Māmū Imām has adopted me as his legal son now. You keep forgetting.”
“As if you let me forget it ever.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled with immense sisterly love for Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Nanad Bājī,” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim held her head high, immense proudly, “he is my husband. You opposed our marriage. Now what do you say?”
“Sorry, Chhoŧī Bhābhījān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan touched her ears.
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat is touching her ears, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī.”
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim raised her head higher more proudly.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand dropped his hands so that the open fingers were where the dog’s cold nose could explore them.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand walked up to the porch and pressed the bell button.
He could hear the sound of chimes inside the rather majestically built mansion.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand waited a minute, then pressed the bell button several times in quick succession.
From the brilliantly illuminated interior of the mansion, there was the sound of authoritative, confident, deliberate footsteps approaching the door.
A light switch clicked on, then another.
The already highly illuminated interior was more illuminated.
A door opened and through the glass in the window, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand could see the figure of an Ǻrab Sheikħ in a double-breasted green suit.
He was extremely strong and bearded depicting his extraordinary vicious manly strength.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
Ved Nagar was full of such Ǻrab Sheikħs.
Wasn’t it a miracle?
The immensely powerful Ǻrab Sheikħs were themselves representing their interests in Ved Nagar, Not through their representatives.
It was such a delicate matter that they refused to delegate their powers even to their utmost trusted persons.
Not only the Ǻrab Sheikħs, not only the Pseudo Islamic Countries, the entire humanity instead was represented here.
Ved Nagar was the factual Capital of humanity now whether one acknowledges it or not.
Legally, Ved Nagar was only a City State in India, enjoying special autonomous status as Jammu and Kashmir.

Chapter 47
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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: 45

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 45

Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Durgesh
Sāliħah Ayyūb

Amīnah Zahīr knew it was weird, but Amīnah Zahīr didn’t think of me ever as her Dad.
Moreover, I wasn’t her Dad actually too.
Only her Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, dreamt of me.
Everyone suspected Sāliħah Ayyūb was my secret Musalmān wife.
Muħammad Zahīr could never satisfy Sāliħah Ayyūb.

Amīnah Zahīr thought of me as one very sexy man and wondered what I thought of her.
She hadn’t seen me but five or six times over the last ten years.
Now at the age of Just Eighteen Just Adult, Amīnah Zahīr was very impressionable and I was making a very ‘big’ impression on her.
Amīnah Zahīr watched me lifting the heavy barbells and I must have had a hundred pounds on each one of them, but I lifted them with little effort at all.
“I was thinking about going out to dinner tonight, are you up for it?” Amīnah Zahīr asked as she looked up and down my tall, muscular Hindu male body, thinking of how easily I could hold her down and fuck her brains out.
Amīnah Zahīr knew I had a massive Uncut Hindu Cock and guessed it to be right around ten-inches long.
Back when Amīnah Zahīr was around ten, Amīnah Zahīr walked in on her Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb and me screwing each other like wild animals.
The visions of my long, hard Uncut Hindu Cock had remained in her mind all of those years.
Now with us living together, Amīnah Zahīr caught nice glimpse of me naked and it was getting to her.
I looked to Sāliħah Ayyūb’s sexy Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān daughter and fought to keep My Uncut Hindu Cock under control, but it was becoming an impossible thing to do.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked trying not to look at her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body, but that was a difficult task and getting ‘harder’ with each passing day.
Amīnah Zahīr was five-foot-ten, black hair and a body that could make a dead man hard.
Amīnah Zahīr’s eyes were dark, almond shaped and they had a Mysterious gypsy look.
Her hair was cut short and it looked kind of shaggy around the sides, giving her a wild and sexy look.
Her breasts were a large, C cup and they were the kind that looked like two, big water balloons, nailed to a wall and sloshing around.
Her waist was thin and it was toned from hours in the gym.
Amīnah Zahīr’s hips were big, I guessed them to be a size ten and I looked at them every time she exhibited them to me seductively entirely unashamed of her, moreover quite proudly instead.
Her legs were long and also very, very toned.
With all of Amīnah Zahīr’s time in the sun, they were tan.
“I was thinking of dinner and I think it’s time we got to know each again.” Amīnah Zahīr said as she looked at my thick, hairy chest and all of my muscles.
“What do mean by that?” I asked and walked over to next to her, enjoying her tiny white, string bikini.
“We don’t know anything about each other, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! After Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, married and you went back to the Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, I went to live with my grandmother and we drifted apart.” Amīnah Zahīr said with a low voice, thinking of me being forced to have sex with the Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and all of the things I must have done, but she didn’t know anything about it or me.
“I’d like to get to know My very sexy Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!again,” Amīnah Zahīr whispered and ran her hand up My Hindu back.
I knew Amīnah Zahīr was right and we did need to bond again.
Before Amīnah Zahīr was eighteen, Amīnah Zahīr and I were always together and doing something fun.
“Sure, I’d like that very much,” I smiled to her, enjoying her soft touch and tried not to look at Amīnah Zahīr’s sloshing Musalmān breasts under her small bikini top.
Nevertheless, my eyes could not stay off them and I hoped Amīnah Zahīr wouldn’t notice.
Even if she noticed, it would please her more, I knew very well.
I wasn’t idiot enough not to understand her nonstop constant efforts to seduce me, and her body language too, proving boldly my every doubt.
Amīnah Zahīr could see my dark, bedroom eyes on her and Amīnah Zahīr loved it.
She didn’t care if I looked at her, but it was taking its toll on her and Amīnah Zahīr was horny day and night.
“Where would you like to go?” Amīnah Zahīr asked as Amīnah Zahīr slid her arm around me and hugged, enjoying my Hindu muscles and my manly vigor being radiated on her nonstop.
“How about if we stay home and they cook a nice dinner for us?” I asked and hoped Amīnah Zahīr would like that.
I liked keeping Amīnah Zahīr to myself and I hated seeing other men looking at her or anything.
Amīnah Zahīr thought for a few seconds and figured it would be a great idea.
Amīnah Zahīr had a new and very short skirt Amīnah Zahīr was dying to wear, but not in public.
This would be the perfect opportunity to wear it and see if Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties! had any reaction to it.
“On one condition.” Amīnah Zahīr said as Amīnah Zahīr turned to face me and like always, I was looking at her big tits she was displaying deliberately to me.
It turned her on.
“Just name it, sweet-heart.” I said as I put my arm around her and hugged.
“We are going to play a game of question and answer. Anything goes and…We have to answer, no matter what.” Amīnah Zahīr said with a firm voice.
Amīnah Zahīr saw a shocked look filled my extremely handsome Hindu male face.
I thought.
I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea or not.
“I don’t know…that could bad honey.”
“Oh come on, let’s do it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I think it’ll be fun and if we play by my rules, by night’s end, we know each other in and out!” Amīnah Zahīr laughed and wondered what her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties would think of her questions for me.
“Yeah I know and that’s the problem.” I said and reached for a towel lying next to Amīnah Zahīr.
However, Amīnah Zahīr took it and started patting it all over my face and thick chest.
“I could use to living with you, but you’re going to spoil me,” I smiled and I felt My Uncut Hindu Cock slowly filling with blood.
It wasn’t right.
Amīnah Zahīr was Sāliħah Ayyūb’s daughter.
I shouldn’t get hard for her, but her beautiful constantly inviting, seductive, aggressive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was driving me crazy.
I was constantly hard.
“Good, cuz…I like spoiling you and maybe after tonight, we’ll be even uh…closer.” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as Amīnah Zahīr slowly toweled my lower stomach and Amīnah Zahīr could see my Hindu erection under my shorts.
I was a little stunned by what Amīnah Zahīr said, but My Uncut Hindu Cock loved the idea and it jumped with joy.
“I hope so, because we lost a lot of wonderful time together and now, you’re a beautiful, young Musalmān lady. I don’t want to let you out of my sight!” I said.
I couldn’t deny I had an urge to kiss Amīnah Zahīr, but I thought better of it and was content with looking at her breasts swaying back and forth.
Amīnah Zahīr sat up on her feet and moved against my side, loving my eyes on her breasts.
Amīnah Zahīr had a nice surprise for me tonight.
“We may have lost my childhood, but Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I’m a grown woman now and uh…” Amīnah Zahīr paused to wipe my forehead, pressed her breasts against me and Amīnah Zahīr went on. “And…uh if you…um wanted,” Amīnah Zahīr stuttered with her soft voice.
Amīnah Zahīr was dying to kiss me.
I bit my lip and leaned away from Amīnah Zahīr.
“If I wanted…what?” I said as I ran my big hand over Amīnah Zahīr’s hair, petting her as if Amīnah Zahīr was a cat in heat.
Amīnah Zahīr leaned against my hand and Amīnah Zahīr hoped I was getting her vibes.
Amīnah Zahīr wanted me and didn’t care if I was her Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb’s lover or not.
“You can…uh…pretend I’m you’re um…date, if you wanted to.” Amīnah Zahīr whispered, as Amīnah Zahīr chewed her lower lip and hoped that her face wasn’t that red.
I laughed and now I was sure.
Amīnah Zahīr was coming on to me and Amīnah Zahīr was turning me on.
“Well, I haven’t been out with so extremely beautiful a woman here in a long; long time…you may not be safe!” I laughed and gave her a good hug.
“Mmmm, that would be as nasty as fuck, wouldn’t it!” Amīnah Zahīr laughed, showed all of her teeth and Amīnah Zahīr’s face turned bright red.
“Girl, I should bend you over my knee and spank your ass!” I laughed with Amīnah Zahīr and I gave her a playful nudge with my elbow. “But, if you’re that nasty…I’m sure you’d love your big Musalmān ass spanked too!” I laughed.
Amīnah Zahīr pushed me back.
Amīnah Zahīr loved me pushing her and if I went along with her plan, Amīnah Zahīr hoped and prayed that later, she’d be under her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties!
“Shoot Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! any ‘prudent’ Musalmān girl in her right mind…would bend right over for you!” Amīnah Zahīr smiled and caressed over my lower stomach again, but this time, the towel was gone and my bare flesh, felt like Amīnah Zahīr was touching red-hot steel.
“What in the hell did they teach you in college, girl?” I asked with a laugh.
I loved her fingers caressing my body, but my Uncut Hindu Cock was starting to get very hard and I knew that I needed to get away from Amīnah Zahīr.
Amīnah Zahīr smiled and moved closer, until her front was pressed completely against my side and Amīnah Zahīr felt my left hand cover her right Musalmān ass-cheek.
“It’s not what I learned in class, but at night…is when I really learned things, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr panted in my ear and leaned to kiss my neck, enjoying my manly taste on her pouty Musalmān lips.
“And Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I paid very ‘close’ attention,” Amīnah Zahīr whispered in my ear as both of her loving hands caressed my body.
Her right hand covered my chest and her left one, caressed my strong back.
Amīnah Zahīr could envision me on her, loving her long in the night.
“Yeah, I can see that!” I laughed.
I had to get up.
“I’m going to go along with your ‘date’ game, but…um…no…You know.”
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I know. So relax and let’s have some fun, ok?” Amīnah Zahīr laughed, as Amīnah Zahīr stood up, moved into my arms.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was smashed into her lower stomach, just an inch or so from her wet, excited Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Amīnah Zahīr wanted to scream.
“I’m going to dress up for you and go all out. Is there anything special you’d like me to do or wear for you?” Amīnah Zahīr asked and Amīnah Zahīr could feel the hot, boiling blood racing through my hard, manly Uncut Hindu Cock.
Amīnah Zahīr wanted to drop to her knees.

I thought and I knew this was no good, but My Uncut Hindu Cock took control of My brain and it only thought of Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, even if Amīnah Zahīr was Sāliħah Ayyūb’s daughter.
“I liked that little outfit you wore last month, when you went to that party.” I said as I slipped my arms around her and my hands found Amīnah Zahīr’s gorgeous, tight Musalmān ass.
“Ahhh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! you liked My ‘school girl’ look huh? I would have never guessed it!” Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
Amīnah Zahīr had some nice things to wear for her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties.
“I liked that and you looked sexy as hell, but kind of nasty too.” I said as my hands held each of her firm Musalmān ass-cheeks and I gently pushed my hips into hers. “Any normal guy in his right mind would love that!” I laughed, as My Uncut Hindu Cock grew more and I knew Amīnah Zahīr felt every inch of it on her stomach.
She felt My Uncut Hindu Cock and it was a ‘true’ monster.
“I love dressing up and playing around. It’s called roll playing, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! And I’m very, very good at it too.” Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
I was growing harder, for her and Amīnah Zahīr loved it.
“I’m going to go all out for you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! And you’ll love how real I can make things seem,” Amīnah Zahīr purred in my ear and her hand started around the side of my hip. “So, if you go along with it, be ready for a wonderful night!” Amīnah Zahīr purred again and Amīnah Zahīr slowly moved her hand around my body.
I jumped away from her.
I felt her hand slithering around my body and I pulled from her.
“I’m going to start things and I’ll meet you back here around…seven!” I said with a big grin and I took off to start dinner for us.
“Allah! Oh God, this is so fucking cool and I can’t believe that my Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Wants me to dress like a schoolgirl!” Amīnah Zahīr said.
She couldn’t help but jumping up and down with total joy.
“I’m sorry if you get mad at me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! but tonight,” Amīnah Zahīr paused to twist both of her hard and very excited nipples. “I’m going fuck you until your ears bleed!” Amīnah Zahīr growled with lust.
Amīnah Zahīr went to prepare herself for me.*

I had dinner going and rushed to clean up for Amīnah Zahīr.
I knew that it was wrong, but Amīnah Zahīr was turning me on and there was nothing I could do about it.
Amīnah Zahīr was a very beautiful young Musalmān woman and it seemed that Amīnah Zahīr had taken after her Ammī.
Amīnah Zahīr was a nympho and I loved it.
Amīnah Zahīr yelled, slamming the front door and Amīnah Zahīr strolled into the kitchen. “Hi Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr said as I turned to see her and my big eyes grew wide.
I saw Amīnah Zahīr.
And I quickly knew that this was bad.
She fluffed her hair and Amīnah Zahīr’s makeup was perfect.
My eyes looked at her pretty face and they roamed down to her thin, white blouse.
Amīnah Zahīr had no bra and I could see that her nipples were hard.
They looked bigger than normal.
Her toned stomach was bare and Amīnah Zahīr had one of those belly-button rings in it.
Her small, plaid skirt was short, giving me a great view of Amīnah Zahīr’s long legs and it went up to her stocking covered thighs.
“Wow, my little girl is sure growing up and you’re so pretty!” I smiled and hugged her tight, not caring if Amīnah Zahīr could feel my swollen Uncut Hindu Cock or not.
I even flexed it against her.
“Thank you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as Amīnah Zahīr stayed against me, enjoying my erect Uncut Hindu Cock resting on her stomach again.
It made her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy tingle.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I got a bad grade on My report card. Please don’t be mad at me,” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as her fingers caressed through my thick, black hair and Amīnah Zahīr felt me flex again.
I had to smile.
Amīnah Zahīr was very good at this.
“What class?” I asked as I looked to her pretty face and I pretended to be mad at her.
“Don’t be mad at me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! It is my sex education class. I don’t understand some of the things my teacher said and I was too embarrassed to ask for help. Everyone would have laughed at me,” Amīnah Zahīr said with a soft, very innocent voice, as her lower lip came out and Amīnah Zahīr hugged me tight.
“You have a bad grade, in such an easy class? Amīnah Zahīr, I should spank your ass, girl!” I said, trying to act mean. “Sit at the table and get your books out, now!” I yelled and gave her left ass-cheek, a firm slap.
“No Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! please don’t spank me. I’m sorry and I promise to do better. Maybe if you help me with my class, I’ll get a better grade next time,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled and sat at the table, rubbing her stinging Musalmān ass and hoping I would keep this up.
“I don’t mind helping you sweet-heart,” I said and walked to her side, pressing my stiff Uncut Hindu Cock against the side of Amīnah Zahīr’s left breast.
I felt her suck in a deep, breathe of air.
“So, what didn’t my baby Musalmān girl, understand?” I asked as I ran my fingers through her soft hair.
I was petting Amīnah Zahīr as if, Amīnah Zahīr was a cat.
Her Ammī loved that and as much as Amīnah Zahīr and Sāliħah Ayyūb were alike; I hoped that Sāliħah Ayyūb’s daughter would love it too.
Amīnah Zahīr came close to having an orgasm, but Amīnah Zahīr wanted to wait and do that around my big, fat Uncut Hindu Cock-shaft.
“Some of the words confused me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! and if I would have asked My teacher what they meant, I would have been laughed at by My class.” Amīnah Zahīr said with that same voice.
Amīnah Zahīr put her sexy, lower lip, out farther than before.
“What words, baby?” I asked and caressed her pretty Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān face.
“Like, orgasm, what does that mean, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? All of the kids in school talk about having an orgasm with their girlfriend or boyfriend and I don’t have a clue of what it means.”

I got down on my knees beside her and I hugged Amīnah Zahīr.
“When two people like each other they kiss. You’ve seen movies and people kissing, right?” I asked as my right hand moved to her leg and I caressed her sheer, white stocking.
“Yeah a little. Is kissing fun, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as her arm slid around my strong, manly neck. “I’ve never kissed anyone, but you,”
Amīnah Zahīr moaned as my big hand slowly moved up and down her leg, driving Amīnah Zahīr crazy.
“Kissing is very fun and it is really good when you do it with someone you love.”
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I’ve never kissed like that before. Is it fun?” Amīnah Zahīr asked and she felt my hand sliding up her leg, until I found her bare thigh and Amīnah Zahīr couldn’t help but moan.
“Mmmm, that feels so good, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr purred and just sat; letting me do anything, I wanted to her.
“Tonight, when we watch TV, will you kiss me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? I love you and you said that made it even better, right?” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as Amīnah Zahīr leaned to kiss the side of my mouth.
I smiled and looked up to her.
I knew that she was getting crazy, but Amīnah Zahīr was old enough to know what Amīnah Zahīr wanted and that was good enough for me.
“I don’t know, but I’ll think it over. A Dad is not supposed to kiss his women’s daughter like that, but you are growing into a beautiful, young lady and we’ll see what happens.” I said as we looked into each other’s eyes and I knew that this night was going to change our lives forever.
“I can’t wait, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I think that I’ll love kissing you,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled and could not believe how wet her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was.
“What other words are you having trouble with?”
“All the kids say funny things like, Uncut Hindu Cock and Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I don’t know what any of the words mean.” Amīnah Zahīr said with the teasing voice and put her lip out.
I laughed.
“Well, let’s not say Uncut Hindu Cock. Let’s say penis and it is what all men and I have. We pee through it and a few other nice things too.”
“What does a penis look like? Can I see yours, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? Please.” Amīnah Zahīr said with the youngest sounding voice Amīnah Zahīr could.
“Well, I’m not supposed to show you, but…if you’re a very good girl and if you promise to do anything I say…I might even let you hold it too.”
“Mmmm, that sounds fun, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You should let me see your Uncut Hindu Penis, now.”
I stood up.
I was too tempted now.
Nevertheless, it would have been much better if we would take the things slow and not rush them.
“Nope, you have to wait until later and you have to be a good girl!” I said with a firm voice.
I turned back to watch the stove.
“I’m always good for my Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties,” Amīnah Zahīr stood and moved behind me. “I can’t wait to see your Uncut Hindu Penis, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Is it a big, long one?” Amīnah Zahīr asked and tried to slip her arms around me.
I pushed her back playfully as if teasing her, instead of admonishing.
There was no use in admonishing Amīnah Zahīr now.
I knew she was deliberately doing it under the ever-brilliant advice of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted to provide my Uncut Hindu Lund to every Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt even.
She was preparing a Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad and expanding it to the extent as much as she could.
It was only sex and/or fun for Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties now with me.
It was their Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh.
It was their religious duty now as well to fuck me aggressively.
My nonstop previous experiences had taught me the utter futility of my resistance.
I smiled and flipped over a steak.
“Your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, loved it. She was always holding and kissing it. Your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, loves my big Uncut Hindu Penis very much.”
“Not my Ammī? My Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, instead?” Amīnah Zahīr asked innocently ostensibly.
“Not until now.” I smiled.
“Did your Uncut Hindu Penis make my Kħālāzād Bhāījāns, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr asked with a soft whisper and Amīnah Zahīr kissed the back of my neck, enjoying my male Hindu skin taste on her crimson young ardent Musalmān lips.

Shivers ran through me.
In addition, I knew Amīnah Zahīr would get her wish.
“Oh yes! Your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, and I had a wonderful time when we made your Kħālāzād Bhāījāns!”
“How did you get them in her belly, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”
“Well, if you’re a good, little girl and pay very close attention tonight, your Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties may show you how your Kħālāzād Bhāījāns got inside your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb.”
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I can’t wait to see your Uncut Hindu Penis! I bet that you have the prettiest one there is and I promise to be a very good, little girl for you. I’d do ‘anything’ you tell me to.” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as she reached around me and very gently squeezed My Uncut Hindu Cock.*

Later, I was sitting in my recliner and relaxing after dinner, when Amīnah Zahīr caught my eye.
“I see that you changed into my favorite nightclothes,” I smiled and looked over her tall, slender Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān body and the small, blue shirt that did little to cover her comparatively bigger Musalmān breasts.
I looked down to the panties on her hips and I felt My Uncut Hindu Cock growing hard.
“Do you ‘really’ think I’m pretty, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr said with that same, innocent voice and Amīnah Zahīr slowly turned, knowing that I loved seeing her gorgeous Musalmān ass.
Amīnah Zahīr wanted to show me everything, tonight.
Amīnah Zahīr wanted me hard and ready to go in her exquisite Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
I pulled her on my burning Hindu male lap and I hugged her, now hoping I could really slip my Uncut Hindu Dick into her.
“Yes, I think that you are very pretty and I want you to be my one more Musalmān girlfriend,” I said as I caressed her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
I peeked down to her big, swollen nipples and I noticed something more.
Amīnah Zahīr’s nipples were fucking pierced.
Amīnah Zahīr smiled and saw my eyes on her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān boobs.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, if I’m your girlfriend um…can we kiss each other and um…do I still get to see your Uncut Hindu Penis?” Amīnah Zahīr asked making sure her lip was out and Amīnah Zahīr snuggled closer to me.
“We’ll see, but now, I want you to kiss me and after you do,” I had to stop.
Amīnah Zahīr kissed me.
Yet she quickly moved back, acting as if Amīnah Zahīr was embarrassed.
“Ok, let’s try that again, but this time, don’t move away. Keep your lips on mine and try to do everything that I do, ok?” I said as I caressed Amīnah Zahīr’s face.
I hoped Amīnah Zahīr was sure about this.
Superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady, Amīnah Zahīr, got up and sat back down on my burning utmost experienced Hindu male lap again.
However, this time, Amīnah Zahīr was facing me and we were nose to nose.
“I’ll do better this time,” Amīnah Zahīr panted.
Amīnah Zahīr was on fire now.
“I promise, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as Amīnah Zahīr moved her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth to my sixty-four years old Hindu male mouth, and we kissed.
I held the sides of Amīnah Zahīr’s superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face and we lightly kissed.
“Now, I want you to do everything that I do, baby,” I said as our mouths were still together.
Now I myself wanted her in the worst way, but it would be much better if we went slow and took our time.
“Ohhh, yes!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as we lightly kissed and Amīnah Zahīr loved me holding her so tight.
It made her feel so helpless and at my mercy.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was dripping and it was running down Amīnah Zahīr’s thighs.*

I held her as we kissed.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was hard.
“Sit all the way down on me and guess what’s under your superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt.”
Amīnah Zahīr smiled and sat completely down on me.
“Oh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!..it feels so good!”
Amīnah Zahīr moaned as the superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady, Amīnah Zahīr, rabbed My massive neck and hugged with all of her might.
As Amīnah Zahīr pushed her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks down, she rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy on My swollen Hindu shaft.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wetness covered me instantly and Amīnah Zahīr was on fire.
I held her as we hugged and she felt good in my strong Hindu arms.
“I know baby!” I grunted and I had to make sure this is what Amīnah Zahīr really and truly wanted, before we went on.
“Baby, are you very certain that this is what you want? Once we start…I won’t be able to stop.” I said as I held her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face and Amīnah Zahīr nodded her head.
“Yesssssssssssssssssss! I know Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! and I’m very sure about this.” Amīnah Zahīr said in her normal voice and Amīnah Zahīr kissed me. “I’ve never wanted anything as badly…as I want you inside me, now,” Amīnah Zahīr added and kissed me again. “And, if I want to be your ‘Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend’, I gotta do whatever you say.” Amīnah Zahīr said with her ‘other’ voice.
In addition, Amīnah Zahīr smiled at me.
I knew that we were sure to live in heaven now.
This was awesome and I couldn’t stop now.
Amīnah Zahīr was a Just Eighteen Just Adult constantly aggressive young Musalmān Beauty and Amīnah Zahīr had me under her sexual control now.
“Okay. That’s right. I want you to kiss me again, but this time, open your mouth and flick your tongue on mine.” I whispered as Amīnah Zahīr lay on my chest, kissing deeper, flicking our tongues together.
I reached under Amīnah Zahīr, caressing her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as I held her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt and softly kissed her. “This makes me feel all tingly and My special place…is so wet, why Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”*

I held her and I hoped Amīnah Zahīr wouldn’t kill me.
“That just means that you love your Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties! and um…you like it when we hug and kiss,” I said with a smile.
Now I had to get My Uncut Hindu Cock out of My jeans.
“Your Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties has a surprise for you, baby and I think that you’re going to love it too!” I said with a wink.

“Mmmm, what is it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr asked as we continued to kiss and nibble each other’s lips.
“Do you still want to see my Uncut Hindu Penis and find out how your Kħālāzād Bhāījāns got in your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb’s belly?”
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, yes, may I please see you! I’ll do anything you want…I promise! Please!” Amīnah Zahīr said, making sure that her lower lip was out and Amīnah Zahīr was ready to see my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I reached under her, unzipped my pants and leaned back in the chair.
“Be easy with me and you can ‘only’ hold me and nothing more! Do you understand your Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties?”
“Ohhh yes, I understand, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr replied as Amīnah Zahīr slid from My recliner and sat on the floor in front of me, on her knees.
Now Amīnah Zahīr was perfectly ready to please her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties!
She reached in my pants, gently pulled it out.
And Amīnah Zahīr thought that Amīnah Zahīr was going to faint.

“Allah Allah! Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, why is it sooo fat and sooo long?” Amīnah Zahīr asked with a smile, holding me with both hands.
Amīnah Zahīr slowly licked her lips.
Amīnah Zahīr knew why it was so big and long.
“Well, most Musalmān ladies like it that big, so they can kiss it and play with it. They also know I can give them a baby, if it’s so big.”
Amīnah Zahīr looked up at me and tried to look as innocent as Amīnah Zahīr could.
“Do I get to kiss your Uncut Hindu Penis, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr asked with a soft voice and Amīnah Zahīr saw me smile at her.
“Huh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as her lips grazed over the head and Amīnah Zahīr felt me flex.
“Can I kiss you there?” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as her soft lips puckered and Amīnah Zahīr smiled. “It’s so big and it’s sooo hard too!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned.
She slowly leaned forward, until my Uncut Hindu Cock-head was against her crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and Amīnah Zahīr opened her panting mouth.
I just sat there, enjoying Amīnah Zahīr’s game.
“Kiss it real slow, baby and move your hand up and down, ok?” I said as I caressed the side of her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
Amīnah Zahīr licked the head.
“That’s My good, little Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān girl. Kiss all over me and keep rubbing me too.” I said as I watched Amīnah Zahīr, kissing the tip of my swollen, Uncut Hindu Cock-head.
It was great.
Her crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips were kissing all over me and Amīnah Zahīr was smiling, while lightly stroking me.
Amīnah Zahīr’s breath was warm and her crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips were so wet.
“Am I doing it the right way, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr purred with a smile and quickly returned to pleasing my big, hard Uncut Hindu Cock. “Hum, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? Do you like the way I’m…um…kissing it?” Amīnah Zahīr whispered with a bigger smile, knowing that she was driving me crazy now.
A sixty-four years old utmost experienced Hindu man.
Amīnah Zahīr was only Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Yet, she was successfully driving me crazy without any past experience in sex.
“Yeah, you’re the best ever and I love you.” I said as I watched her go back down, kissing my Uncut Hindu Cock-head.
I could feel Amīnah Zahīr licking the tiny slit on the head.
“That’s where babies come from and if you keep kissing me like this, you’re going to see my Uncut Hindu Penis squirt,” I moaned and watched Amīnah Zahīr smile at me.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, what will it squirt out?”
“It will squirt ‘baby juice’ and if you are ‘really’ my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend, you will drink it for me.” I paused to kiss Amīnah Zahīr and I smiled at her. “Now, I want you to suck me and pretend it’s one of those big, fat pickles you love to suck on,” I winked at Amīnah Zahīr.
Amīnah Zahīr just smiled at me, cunningly.
She was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
But she wasn’t a damn fool.
Amīnah Zahīr smiled again and licked the tip again.
“Silly Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I’m now your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend forever, and I’ll do ‘anything’, you want me to.” Amīnah Zahīr moaned and leaned down to my Uncut Hindu Cock, sucking me hard and with need.
“Mmmm Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, is the ‘baby juice’ good to drink?”
Amīnah Zahīr teased and stroked me faster.
“Huh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, is it good?” Amīnah Zahīr moaned, leaning over me, letting a big drop of saliva drip on me.
Amīnah Zahīr stroked faster now.
“Oh yes, your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, loved to drink my Hindu juice very much!”
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I’m tingling all over and I’m burning up!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as Amīnah Zahīr watched the pleasure on my face as Amīnah Zahīr sucked me and had a feeling that I was very close to cumming for her.
I even didn’t hear what Amīnah Zahīr said.
I was in heaven.
A beautiful Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān young lady was sucking me off.
“I’ll fix it for you baby, just keep kissing my Uncut Hindu Penis now,” I moaned looking at her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face and I loved the beautiful smile around my Uncut Hindu Cock-shaft.
Amīnah Zahīr let me ‘pop’ from her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth and licked her crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.
“Ok Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!..I’ll do anything you tell me and I ‘mean’ anything, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties,” Amīnah Zahīr moaned on my Uncut Hindu Cock, licking up the entire length of my Hindu shaft.
Yet, Amīnah Zahīr stopped to tease the tiny slit again.
I lifted and shoved more of my hard Uncut Hindu Cock into her willing Musalmān mouth, but Amīnah Zahīr lifted too and Amīnah Zahīr pretended to gag.
“Aaarrrgggg! Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, do you want me to kiss and suck ‘more’ of me for you?” Amīnah Zahīr asked with a sweet smile and didn’t wait for my answer.
Amīnah Zahīr took a deep breath.
She sucked more than half of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth and partly down her silky throat.
I felt Amīnah Zahīr suck hard and before I could think, my Uncut Hindu Cock-head entered into her warm Musalmān throat.
I had to stand up.
“Oh Amīnah Zahīr, oh my sweet baby!” I moaned out and it was a loud moan. “My baby, oh!” I moaned again and gently pushed my hips to Amīnah Zahīr, wondering if Amīnah Zahīr has another talent, her Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, had.
My question was quickly answered.
“Ahhh, baby, yes, yes!” I yelled as Amīnah Zahīr sucked more of me.
I knew now this wasn’t going to last very much longer.
Amīnah Zahīr just smiled as Amīnah Zahīr pleased her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties!
From My loud moaning, Amīnah Zahīr knew I was enjoying her and her skills.
‘Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, yes! Fuck me, me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!..fuck My gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth!’ Amīnah Zahīr thought as I eased forward, pushing more of my glorious Hindu manhood into her willing Musalmān mouth and throat.
I felt My Uncut Hindu Cock jump and Amīnah Zahīr got a sweet surprise.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, oh God! Oh baby, my baby Musalmān girl!” I yelled as warm jets of my Hindu cum shot from the tip of my long Uncut Hindu Cock, into her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth and down Amīnah Zahīr’s throat.
My Uncut Hindu Cock jerked, my Hindu balls felt as if they were going to explode and my heart pumped fast.
“My baby, My baby Musalmān girl!” I yelled again as I held Amīnah Zahīr and filled her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth full of my warm Hindu seeds.*

Amīnah Zahīr sucked and held me in her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth, waiting until I finished.
Amīnah Zahīr smiled up to me,
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, can I do that every day? I loved making my Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, so happy,” Amīnah Zahīr said and moved up on my lap.

I had to smile and hug this beautiful, young Musalmān woman and I held her tight.
“Oh baby, you can do that anytime you want to! Your Durgesh darling, our Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties’ loved the way you sucked me.” I smiled.
I quickly felt Amīnah Zahīr’s need, dripping on me.
I stood with her in my arms.
“I think now it’s the time that I take a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān woman to my bed and make love to her. What do you think?” I asked.
Amīnah Zahīr triumphantly yet slowly nodded her head.
“Mmmm yeah, I’d like that, yes. Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr purred as Amīnah Zahīr held my neck.
I walked towards the bedroom.
Just Eighteen Just Adult, extremely beautiful, Amīnah Zahīr was on my Hindu arms.

Sāliħah Ayyūb was watching it all, immensely surprised.
She never knew her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān daughter was so sexy, so ravenous.
She had defeated even Sāliħah Ayyūb in getting Durgesh for her.*

I put Amīnah Zahīr in the middle of my bed and lay next to her.
“I think you should take that top off, so I can see and play with…these!” I said as my finger traced over Amīnah Zahīr’s excited, right nipple.
Amīnah Zahīr had the shirt off in a split second.
“Oh how nice!” I moaned, looking at the tiny gold bars through her nipples and I smiled.
I leaned to tease her nipples with my lips.
Amīnah Zahīr went wild under me.

My long Uncut Hindu Lund lashed at Amīnah Zahīr’s swollen buds and her back arched high in the air.
“Oh fuck, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!! Yes! Yes!” Amīnah Zahīr screamed and quickly felt something else.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr whimpered when she felt my Uncut Hindu Cock on her wet, aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Amīnah Zahīr immediately spread her extremely beautiful nude Musalmān legs for me.
I smiled proudly and confidently.
It’s not normal for a sixty plus man to satisfy a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty sexually.
But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had constantly nonstop made it Normal for me.
As soon as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I returned from our Honeymoon, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had started her Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh.
Her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad had started to come in existence and expand infinitely.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan deliberately made friends with the extremely beautiful, highly educated, Jet Musalmān Beauties and managed deliberately them to join my bed.
First, they were at least more than twenty five.
Then twenty to twenty five also started to join us.
Then it went to Just Eighteen Just Adult too, ultimately.
All my protests in fucking Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties were deliberately made futile by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh and Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.
It was a long story of my constant nonstop resistance.
Yet, none of them surrendered.
Neither Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, nor Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, and not Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Gradually, it became as normal to me to fuck Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties too, as I found myself erect in the presence of Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties too, normally, without any hesitation at all.
I was even more popular now among Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties as their utmost efficient, utmost available, sex partner than the boys of their own age group were even.
It went on to the extent that while previously I fucked the Ammīs, Kħālās, Buās, Chachīs, Mumānīs of the jet Musalmān Beauties first and then the Jet Musalmān Beauties themselves afterwards, now the sequence was reversed entirely.
Now, usually, I fucked Jet Musalmān Beauties, rather Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties first, and then their elder sisters, elder cousins, Ammīs, Kħālās, Buās, Chachīs, Mumānīs of them.
Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties were my ever first admirers now.
They loved my sixty plus years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into their Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunts more then even their elder Musalmān Beauties did.
Moreover, it was not abnormal for me now.
I was their most wanted most perfect sex partner now.
Gradually I found a new trend, rather new tradition, arising.
I was being used to be the ever first sex partner of Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties.
I was now their eighteenth birthday gift generally.
I have to fuck them now on their eighteenth birthday.
Even Imām Muħammad Ħasan surrendered to it ultimately.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had done one more miracle in successfully changing the social attitude of Pseudo Musalmīn.
She was even getting donations for Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands if Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan arranged for me to inaugurate the virgin Musalmān Cunts of Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties on their eighteenth birthday.*
I was immensely surprised, furious, and fierce even when I was first requested for it.
“What? Are you crazy, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan? The parents themselves want me to take the cherry of their virgin Musalmān daughter on her eighteenth birthday? I can’t believe it.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
It’s the birthday gift she asked from her parents. What’s wrong there?

Chapter 46
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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