Ahal-Al Bayt-33

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

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Chapter 33

Durgesh Kħadījah Al Kubrah
Muħammad Åbdullah
Durgesh Fātimah Aħmad
Durgesh Al Åsmat Al Islam

He still couldn’t believe what he had seen with his own eyes.
Fātimah Aħmad had been married to Ålī Imām for three years now.
Yet, Ålī Imām couldn’t deny he had seen his wife, his wife, named after Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā, was sucking on my Uncut Hindu Cock in their own living room.
Ålī Imām was watching Fātimah Aħmad and me on the screen of his laptop while sitting in a hotel room 300 miles away and his first thought was to burn the cheating bitch down.
Named after Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā herself.
Nonsense.
What the hell did it mean?
How the hell did he know Fātimah Aħmad was named after Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā herself?
Fātimah was not a name, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had given to his fourth daughter first time in the entire Årab history until then.
Instead, wasn’t it a very very popular name among Årabs even then?
There was an extraordinary beautiful young woman, named Fātimah Marulkħashīmah, who proposed Åbdullah Abū Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam pre marital sex and the ever righteous Åbdullah Abū Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam refused to commit the sin.
For this great character Åbdullah Abū Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam was granted the title of Yusuf-e- Makka Mukarramah.
Wasn’t he?
So, Fūtimah was not a very respectful name then, when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam named his fourth daughter.
Yet, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam did it.
Why?
Ålī Imām did neither understand it ever, nor he needed too.
Why couldn’t he think Fātimah Aħmad was named after Fātimah Marulkħashīmah, instead of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā?
Damn him.
He thought since he was named Ålī, what a great pair he would make with Fātimah Aħmad.
Well, he himself is responsible for it.
Wasn’t he?

Yet,thinking about not being with Fātimah Aħmad brought suicidal thoughts to Ålī Imām.
Allah, what the hell should Ålī do?
What the hell should Ålī do??

While Ålī Imām watched, I shot my Hindu load down his wife’s throat, making him even angrier than when Ålī Imām saw me enter with her.
Ålī Imām closed the laptop and sat on the bed, crying one minute and raging the next.

Ålī Imām met Fātimah Aħmad her senior year and his first year of graduate school at The University of Tennessee when Ålī Imām was twenty and she twenty one.
Ålī Imām was working on a master’s degree in computer science having graduated from high school at sixteen.
His parents had been killed in an automobile accident and Ålī Imām had to become an emancipated minor to get himself and their estates away from his greedy uncle and his shrewd of a wife.
Ålī Imām paid off the mortgage on the home Ålī Imām now owned with the insurances on his parents and the out of court settlement from the driver who was at fault in the accident.
Ålī Imām took apart, rebuilt his first computer at age eleven and became a computer geek after that.
Fātimah Aħmad literally knocked his 5′ wiry frame down when she rounded a corner in the student union.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Ålī Imām could barely look her in the face.
Ålī Imām was so focused on her pert breasts jiggling underneath her shirt, obviously unfettered by a bra.
“Let me help you up! I’m Fātimah Aħmad!”
“Thanks, I’m Ålī Imām.” Ålī Imām took her hand and allowed her to pull him up.
Ålī Imām might have been shorter than her, but his already hardening Cock had given him the confidence to make the first move.
“How about you make it up to me by going out with me?”
“Ålī Imām, sorry, I can’t,” Fātimah Aħmad looked down, seeming a bit nervous. “My boyfriend wouldn’t like that.”
“Here, take my number in case you change your mind or need someone to talk to!” Ålī Imām handed her a card with his number, one of the many he kept to give to a woman in case she hesitated to give him hers.
“This isn’t a campus number.” Fātimah Aħmad frowned at Ålī Imām.
“No, it’s my house phone. I commute to class every day.” Ålī Imām answered her.
With that, she hurried off.
Ålī Imām didn’t expect to hear from her again.
He was surprised when she called Ålī Imām two weeks later sobbing over the phone.
“Ålī Imām, Durgesh is cheating on me! I saw him fucking my Bhābhījān. Allah, my Bhāījān would kill me. He had already fought with me that Durgesh would fuck now the entire Musalmān houseladies of our families those are beautiful, once he is fucking me. Ålī Imām, I don’t know what to do!” Fātimah Aħmad managed to say between sobs.
“Dump the Hindu scoundrel and become my girlfriend!” Ålī Imām said to her, trying to be smooth. “I’ll never do anything like that to you!”
“But Durgesh is already fucking my Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam.”
“Let him for the time being. Once you are with me, I’d get access to your families. Then I can study Durgesh’s sexual relationship with your Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam, properly and we both together may think out some strategy to get rid of this problem too.”*

Fātimah Aħmad was still sobbing, but managing to get control of her breathing.
“”Ålī Imām, I don’t even know you!” I know Ålī Imām, I have to dump Durgesh, but why am, Ålī Imām, I calling you? Ålī Imām, I need to go!” She hung up on him before Ålī Imām could reply.

Ålī Imām had her dorm room number from caller ID.
Ålī Imām called her every other day just trying to talk to her, to get to know her.
After two weeks Fātimah Aħmad agreed to go out with Ålī Imām.
It led to more dates.
Ålī Imām got into her panties on the third date.
Ålī Imām had taken her to a restaurant near his house and offered to give her the grand tour, ending on his king sized bed.
Ålī Imām went slow, not wanting to blow his chance at her extremely attractive still tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
When Ålī Imām had all her clothes off except her panties, Ålī Imām spent fifteen minutes kissing and suckling her breasts and nipples, giving her a long, slow orgasm.
She gasped when Ålī Imām stood and removed his clothes.
“Your Cock is so small!” Fātimah Aħmad said with almostsomewhat scorn. “Ålī Imām, I even don’t know if I can get it! Can it really penetrate?”
“Hey,” Ålī Imām laughed, “you naughty girl. Of course it penetrates. What the hell do you think? Only Durgesh can fuck you?”
“Well,” Fātimah Aħmad sighed, “I’m jealous to my Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam. She is really luckier than me.”
Ålī Imām laughed.
“Well, I can’t exactly compete with Durgesh in sex, nevertheless you won’t be as ravenous as your Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam was even after sleeping with your Bhāījān.”
“Sure?”
“Of course! And why do you call it small anyway? It’s six inch completely. My sisters talk with each other that Durgesh‘s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Penis is itself only six inch originally. It extends even double to its original when Durgesh is excited.”
“I see,” Fātimah Aħmad smiled, “I didn’t know your sisters too fuck Durgesh.”
Ålī Imām smiled proudly.
“Well, my sisters are extremely striking.”
“And it’s only natural that every extremely striking Musalmān young lady must fuck Durgesh. Isn’t it?”
Ålī Imām looked Fātimah Aħmad shrewdly.
“Natural or else, that’s what you entire Musalmān houseladies are doing it now, almost. Don’t you? Then why being jealous of my sisters only?”*

Saiyadah Āmnah, ‘Amy’ Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī called her, and Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī had been married for 5 years.
they had enjoyed amazing sex.
Neither of them expected this as they had a strong religious background and their former spouses did not enjoy sex as they did.
As they explored their inner most desires and fantasies, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī realized that he wanted to share his gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Saiyadah Āmnah, with me .
Saiyadah Āmnah, Amy, was 5′ 5″ tall, 46 years old with long beautiful legs.
she had studied dance in college.
She had very perky tits.
As Saiyadah Āmnah, Amy, became more adventurous in the bedroom, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī started to push her to do things that make most of the women uncomfortable, whether they are Musalmān or not.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī started out with trying to had nude photographs of her.
This caused quite a strong response from Saiyadah Āmnah, Amy.
She was visibly upset the first time Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī took a nude shot of her in the shower.
She refused photos for a very long time.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī did not discuss with her his fantasy of her being with me, a Hindu, infamous for fucking every Musalmān Beauty, every Musalmān houselady, that came in my contact in whatsoever capacity, ever.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī’s fantasies did not go away.
Yet, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī realized he would need to be patient.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī’s reward came quicker than Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī himself had anticipated.

Recently, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī was contacted me.
I wanted to renew our friendship.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī smiled.
Allah, his sister, Al Åsmat Al Islam, had ultimately made Durgesh to remember Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī.*

Chapter 34
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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


Ahal-Al Bayt-32

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

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Chapter 32

Durgesh Kħadījah Al Kubrah
Muħammad Åbdullah

When Muħammad Åbdullah dated Kħadījah Al Kubrah in college Muħammad Åbdullah knew she was seeing me now and then too.
Our sex was excellent and she seemed to really love the way we made love together.
After dating a year Muħammad Åbdullah asked her to marry him.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah kissed Muħammad Åbdullah very passionately and cried.
She told Muħammad Åbdullah she wanted to think about it for a few days.

Then one evening she put her hands on Muħammad Åbdullah’s shoulders and told Muħammad Åbdullah she loved him.
She said,
“I love you Muħammad Åbdullah but I can never marry you. I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

Muħammad Åbdullah was stunned.
She turned away.
Muħammad Åbdullah saw tears streaming from her eyes.
Muħammad Åbdullah grabbed her arm and pulled her around.
“Why? I think you at least owe me an answer.”
Muħammad Åbdullah, it just wouldn’t be fair to you. It just wouldn’t be right. I couldn’t do that to you. I just can’t, I love you too much.” She turned again and started away.
Muħammad Åbdullah grabbed her again.
“Hey, that isn’t an answer. What have I done wrong. What the hell did I do?”
Kħadījah Al Kubrah whirled at Muħammad Åbdullah and said,
“NOTHING! You have never done anything wrong. You are a sweet, considerate, loving man. No, any woman would be very lucky to get you. It is not you, it’s me.”
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, you are killing me. I need to know more. What is wrong with you?”
Muħammad Åbdullah. There are several reasons. First, I have type A blood, you have type O blood. We might be able to have babies but they would either die before or soon after birth. There are a few successful births with treatment of the mother during pregnancy but it is chancy. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t think it would be fair to conceive any child knowing it would likely die. I can’t do that.

The second thing is Durgesh. Muħammad Åbdullah, I still have sex with Durgesh. I can’t stop it. I’m obsessed perhaps as so many other Musalmān Beauties are, other Musalmān houseladies, to have sex with Durgesh.I have slipped off from you and had sex with him several times. He is a wonderful lover with a really huge Uncut Hindu Penis. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t know if I can live with out it. You are a wonderful lover too. But you are just not in his class. Oh! We are not in love. I only love you. But I have to have that Uncut Hindu Cock now and then; it is addictive. If I married you Muħammad Åbdullah, I would have to cheat on you now and then. I couldn’t do that. So now you know. You will be much better off with someone else. Now let go of my arm.”*

Muħammad Åbdullah suspected it.
It was no news to him.
He had already argued with himself.
So what? Even Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid after she already had even more than one husband.
He has been named after that great personality.
Can’t he follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam in this matter?
It’s easy to enjoy the glory of having that great name.
It’s hard to live that name even in some matters, not in all of them.
Muħammad Åbdullah controlled himself.
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, if we just live together you wouldn’t be cheating on me. We can adopt a baby or you can find a sperm donor and have a baby. Lots of people have babies that way.”
She stood and looked at Muħammad Åbdullah.
She threw her arms around his neck.
“Oh! Muħammad Åbdullah, you are wonderful, I love you so much. Muħammad Åbdullah, I won’t have babies unless I am married, my parents would disown me. They have a right to have grand children. Let me think about this.”

Muħammad Åbdullah looked into her eyes,
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, I will do anything. I can’t live with out you. Please think of something. If I don’t hear from you by tomorrow night I will assume you think there is no possible way we can be together. I will not be able to be this close to you and not see you; therefore I will leave for Makka Mukarramah the next morning. I will never bother you again. May I have a good night kiss?”
Kħadījah Al Kubrah kissed Muħammad Åbdullah and cried holding him tightly.
Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, I will always love you, Good night.” Muħammad Åbdullah turned and walked away.

Muħammad Åbdullah sat in his little apartment staring at the walls wondering how to get to Makka Mukarramah.
There was a soft rap on the door.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at the clock.
Three ten?
Muħammad Åbdullah went to the door and opened it.
A warm little body grabbed him and kissed him.
It was Kħadījah Al Kubrah.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah kissed Muħammad Åbdullah and said,
“Muħammad Åbdullah, I love you too Muħammad Åbdullah. You are very smart, tell me how we can do this and Muħammad Åbdullah, I will marry you, Muħammad Åbdullah, I will.”
“Marry me. I will give you my permission to have sex with Durgesh from time to time. you can let him father our children. Will that work for you?” Muħammad Åbdullah said gravely.

“Gosh! Let me think about it.”
“There will have to be a contract between us saying Durgesh will relinquish all claims to the children and that Muħammad Åbdullah will be listed on the birth certificate as the father. No claim can then be made against him for child support or anything. I want you to sign an agreement regarding your sex with Durgesh. Each instance will have to be approved by me in advance.

If you want Durgesh to make you pregnant you will need to schedule it on your most fertile days and go off the pill in advance. You will never be out later than midnight and Muħammad Åbdullah will always be informed as to where you will be. You will never communicate with him in any manner without me seeing or hearing those communications. The frequency will be set at no more than once every six months, subject to review and negotiation biannually. Muħammad Åbdullah will always be treated with the utmost respect and courtesy by both of you. Any breach of this agreement will result in ceasing of your sex sessions with him and/or is grounds for an uncontested divorce. How is that? Will that work for you?”

“It works for me, I’ll ask Durgesh if he will agree with it.”

“You said he didn’t love you, why wouldn’t then he agree? Do you want to marry him? Is that what you want?”

“No Muħammad Åbdullah, I would never marry him. He is a Hindu after all. Sex with a Hindu is one thing, but marriage with a Hindu is quite another thing at all. I hope you are prudent enough to understand the distinction. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t even really like him. He is arrogant and self-centered even if he has redeeming features. I could never live with him. He feels the same about me. He says Muħammad Åbdullah, I am the best fuck in the world but other than that he thinks Muħammad Åbdullah, I am not any fun to be around.”

“Ok then, I will wait about leaving until I hear from you. Is two days enough?”

“One day should do it.”

The next day Kħadījah Al Kubrah knocked on his door at 7:30 in the morning.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah was grinning from ear to ear.
“Durgesh agreed to sign the papers. How soon can you have them ready? I’ll get him to sign them as soon as you have them ready.”

“I’ll have them this morning. I’ll meet you here at noon, OK?”

“Oh! Yes, dear. I’ll be here.”

Muħammad Åbdullah drew up the papers and had them checked by a friend who was an attorney.*

He met Kħadījah Al Kubrah at noon and gave her the papers.
Both their signatures needed to be notarized.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah didn’t knock on his door until eight that night.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her.
She had a glow on her face.
“You have been fucking Durgesh haven’t you?”
“Yes, a ‘good bye’ fuck. These papers don’t go into effect until we are married. Right?”
Muħammad Åbdullah turned, walked to the window and stared out at the night.
He felt her little hand on his arm.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked down.
Her eyes were huge,
“Did I do wrong, Muħammad Åbdullah?”
“I guess you went by what it said on the paper in some respects. You didn’t pay any attention to the prior approval part though. Actually you are right. The agreement means nothing unless we get married, if we do.”

“What? If we do? What do you mean?”

“Well you seem to want to go by the exact letter of the agreement but not by the intent or spirit of the pact. I guess I need to rethink this. You were with him for eight hours. You left me sitting waiting. In my mind that doesn’t show any respect, courtesy or consideration.” Muħammad Åbdullah led her to the door, maybe you need to say ‘good bye’ to Durgesh again. I’ll think about this, I’ll call you.”
She stared at Muħammad Åbdullah with tears running down her face.
She said,
“But..”
Muħammad Åbdullah softly closed the door,
“We both need to think about this, and I’ll call you.”
The door clicked shut.
Muħammad Åbdullah heard her slide down the door and hit the floor.
Muħammad Åbdullah heard her sobbing.
Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t stand it.
Opened the door, helped her to her feet and sat her in a chair.
Muħammad Åbdullah wet a hand towel and gave it to her.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah wiped her eyes and looked at Muħammad Åbdullah.
Muħammad Åbdullah sat in front of her,
Kħadījah Al Kubrah, do you remember
Åāyeshah Abu Bakr?”
“Your old girl friend? Yes I remember her. She is very pretty.”
“Well, Åāyeshah Abu Bakr called me yesterday and we talked for a while. She broke up with her boyfriend last month. She asked if she could come over and see me. I asked her if she wasn’t just horny and needed a good fuck. She admitted that was the case. I told her I would get back with her. If you will excuse me I think I will call her now.”

“You are going to fuck her?”

“Well why not? We aren’t married. Can you give me any reason why I shouldn’t? At least I am giving you a little warning.”

“Muħammad Åbdullah,” Kħadījah Al Kubrah said curtly suddenly, “if you really want to marry me, I don’t want you to fuck her.”

“Well, for heaven’s sake why not, I don’t love her, it will just be sex for old times’ sake. She is a very good piece of Musalmān ass.”

Kħadījah Al Kubrah stood up, looked at Muħammad Åbdullah contemptuously and marched out the door.
Her head was held high aggressively.

Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t call Åāyeshah Abu Bakr.
Muħammad Åbdullah hadn’t spoken to her in six months actually.
He called Kħadījah Al Kubrah instead and requested a meeting more with her.

The next morning when Muħammad Åbdullah returned from a class Kħadījah Al Kubrah was waiting at his door.
He greeted her respectfully.
“We need to talk, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.”*

Muħammad Åbdullah unlocked the door.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah entered and sat at his little kitchen table.
She pointed to the chair opposite her.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah watched Muħammad Åbdullah for a minute then said,
“You didn’t call her, did you?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Oh! Why not?”
“Because it wasn’t worth the hurt it would cause you.”
“I never even considered how what I did would hurt you. It just didn’t occur to me how that would hurt you. How much it has to hurt you to sign that agreement. How much you must love me to even thing of letting me do that. If you ever want another woman, how can I ever refuse you? I do love you Muħammad Åbdullah, Muħammad Åbdullah, I really do, and I just can’t bear the thought of you leaving me. You just taught me a lesson, Muħammad Åbdullah, I won’t forget. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t have to put our agreement to use, do I?”
Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at her,
“No, I won’t force you to use the agreement.”*
They were married in a small ceremony a month later.
During the football season they watched Dallas play every Sunday.
Then one day, a year after they were married, Kħadījah Al Kubrah told Muħammad Åbdullah that Dallas was going to play in LA in two weeks.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her.
She said,
“Are you ready to start our family?”

Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her for a long time.
“Is that what you want? How does that fit with your fertility cycle?”

“It fits perfectly. And yes, my beloved husband, Muħammad Åbdullah, I do want a child.”

“How would you want to handle this?”

“I guess I would try to meet Durgesh somewhere for a couple of hours.”

“I made you a promise, I will honor that commitment. Keep me advised of what you are doing.”

An hour later she handed Muħammad Åbdullah a copy of an e-mail she had sent to me.
She asked the usual questions about how everything was going.
In the last paragraph she reminded me of our agreement and said Kħadījah Al Kubrah would be available while I was in LA and to advise her if I were still interested.

She showed Muħammad Åbdullah my reply the next day when Muħammad Åbdullah came home from work.
I said I was very much interested and that I would let her know in a later e-mail where to meet me and when.
Muħammad Åbdullah could see Kħadījah Al Kubrah was pleased.
Muħammad Åbdullah asked her if Kħadījah Al Kubrah was happy because Kħadījah Al Kubrah was going to get properly fucked after all that time or because she might be getting pregnant.*

Kħadījah Al Kubrah burst into tears, ran to their bed and cried.
She came out later and said she would cancel the meeting.
Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“No, we have an agreement. Nothing in that agreement says I have to LIKE letting you fuck another man. I hate it. Because I love you beyond all reason I will let you have four chances with Durgesh. I know that the odds are against your getting pregnant in only four tries. After that I think we will explore other options.”

That night she hugged Muħammad Åbdullah and initiated sex.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah was very excited and hot that night.
She had on his favorite baby doll gown.
She pushed Muħammad Åbdullah down on the bed and kissed him passionately.
She pulled the top of her gown off, took her breast in her hand and placed the nipple in his mouth.
Her little hand searched for his cut Cock and found it.
It was soft and didn’t respond to her attentions.
She sat up and looked at Muħammad Åbdullah.
“What’s wrong, don’t you love me anymore?”
“Yes I love you but I am not really stupid, I know you are just excited because you will be fucking Durgesh in a couple of weeks. How am I supposed to feel?”
“Muħammad Åbdullah, I wanted you very much tonight because I went off the pill tonight and Muħammad Åbdullah, I won’t feel safe making love to you until I am back on them.”
Muħammad Åbdullah got up and said,
“Then I won’t tempt you until you are serviced by Durgesh. I’ll sleep in the other bedroom until then.”*

A week later she showed Muħammad Åbdullah the instructions she had received from me.
I gave her the name of a hotel, the room number and the time and date to meet me.

Muħammad Åbdullah put it on their bulletin board.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her.
Durgesh wants you there at eight in the morning and says he will have you home by midnight?”

“Yes, we need to do it as many times as we can to insure I get pregnant.”

“Right. I’ll keep that in mind if I decide to get laid too!”

The weeks dragged by.
They barely spoke to each other.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah was up and dressed early on the morning Kħadījah Al Kubrah was to meet me.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah wore her favorite dress over a brand new bra and panty set.
Muħammad Åbdullah told her to take a bag with a change of clothes with her.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want what you wear for him to ever come in this house again, understand?”
“Yes, you are really making this as hard on me as you can, aren’t you?”
Muħammad Åbdullah walked to her and looked her right in the eyes,
“Yes, I hate this and at this moment I hate you for what you are doing to me, no, to us. What do you expect? Do you believe that Casper Milquetoast shit they used to tease me about? What do you want me to do, go with you and lick his Uncut Hindu Cock for him so he is nice and slippery when I hold his Uncut Hindu Cock and put it in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt for him? Get out of here, you don’t want to be late.”
She turned, walked over to the window and looked out.
She stood for a moment, then turned and walked back.
“Muħammad Åbdullah, I guess I don’t deserve anything of that. Muħammad Åbdullah, I want you to know and believe I really and truly love only you. Muħammad Åbdullah, I want us to have a baby otherwise I wouldn’t be going. Will you be here when I get home?”*

Chapter 33
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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: 14

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 14

Durgesh Fātimah Al Zohrah

Fātimah Al Zohrah enjoyed a wonderful relationship with her Ammī over the years, but for some reason I, her Stepdad; and Fātimah Al Zohrah just clicked on a higher level.
I was her role model because of my intelligence, strength, and integrity.
Fātimah Al Zohrah looked up to me with complete admiration for as long as she could remember.
We also enjoyed joking and teasing one another, which we loved but her Ammī thought it, was childish.

Fātimah Al Zohrah was a senior executive with a major insurance company based in the mid-western US.
Given her background, I always stressed prudent financial planning to her.
When she began making decent money I encouraged her to purchase her first home rather than wasting money on rent.

With the help of a realtor, herAmmī, I and Fātimah Al Zohrah looked at a number of houses before she found one Fātimah Al Zohrah liked.
It needed lots of work and updating, but she said it had, “Good bones,” so I made an offer and before long it was mine.
Thankfully, both her Ammī and I volunteered to guide on her numerous projects.
Consequently, Fātimah Al Zohrah was not now alone on her own.
Fātimah Al Zohrah wanted to jump right in and make major changes, but didn’t have a lot of money to spend after the down payment.
She refused politely and quite respectfully any financial help from any one of us too, despite our persistent and ever insistent attempts even.
“Let me be self made, please, will you?” she pleaded all of us.
We hadn’t another option except to surrender to her immense self respect, self pride and self confidence.
Everyone of us wished good luck to her ultimately.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said the easiest and cheapest way to alter the house was a fresh coat of paint all around.
Therefore, after moving in, Fātimah Al Zohrah worked with her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā, to pick out colors for both inside and out.
Since it was summer, Kħadījah Al Kubrā suggested we begin with the outdoor painting and could do the indoor later as the weather became more inclement.

Shortly after Fātimah Al Zohrah settled in, her Ammī and I came down the next weekend and we all jumped into working on the house.
Fātimah Al Zohrah and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan were going to paint the outside while Kħadījah Al Kubrā cleaned and put things away inside.
I helped Fātimah Al Zohrah and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
They were not exactly friendly ever.
Yet Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had offered her help to Fātimah Al Zohrah.
I wanted to imply to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan that despite her never tired constant attempts to bring only Jet Musalmān Beauties in my sexual life and almost remove mature Musalmān Beauties as many as she could, I do still appreciate her attempts to improve her relations with my other stepdaughters that hated Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the ever first President of Modern Democratic Årabia now.
Yet, she wanted to improve her relations with Fātimah Al Zohrah.
I certainly wanted to help her.

The home was only 1,300 square feet.
We figured it wouldn’t take long to finish the outside, even though it needed a lot of prep work.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Fātimah Al Zohrah and I worked side by side in the hot sun.
I was between both of them.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan deliberately squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis significantly whenever she could manage it.
Fātimah Al Zohrah deliberately avoided to see Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s such open bold sexual activities with me.
She never appreciated Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan seduced me herself and now she is successfully maintaining her live in relationship with me openly.

Although it was a dirty work Fātimah Al Zohrah insisted to do it herself, and we were only helping in Fātimah Al Zohrah.
Fātimah Al Zohrah had as much fun as was possible given the situation.
We had a radio playing outside, and we both, Fātimah Al Zohrah and I, took turns changing the station to something we liked.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was more interested in her sexual activities with me.
She was an incurable Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Sex goddess.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was her constant need.
Well, less or more I was also exactly what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was in these matters.
I was also an incurable sex god myself.
A Musalmān Cunt was also my constant need to bury my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest into.
It wasn’t fair for me to blame Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan consequently.

I kept sneaking radio back to a classic rock station, while Fātimah Al Zohrah preferred more modern, danceable tunes.

Her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā, stepped out to check on us at one point, just after I had changed the station again.
I playfully slapped Fātimah Al Zohrah’s butt with the back of her scraper.
It drew an immediate response from her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā.
“Stop flirting with Durgesh and let him get some work done,” Her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā, said indignantly somewhat.
It candidly, truthfully, stunned Fātimah Al Zohrah.
Had it been anyone else in the world, what we were doing would clearly have been seen as flirting, but this was Fātimah Al Zohrah for goodness sakes.
Did her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā, really believe Fātimah Al Zohrah was flirting with Durgesh or was she just joking?
Fātimah Al Zohrah felt her face go red and moved away to work in silence, but she couldn’t get the word ‘flirt’ out of her head.
Was Fātimah Al Zohrah the family flirt?

Fātimah Al Zohrah let me play my rock station the rest of the day, and remained fairly quiet thereafter.
When Her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā, and I left late in the day, Fātimah Al Zohrah showered and went to bed early.
Unfortunately, Fātimah Al Zohrah could not get what her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā, said out of her mind.
She kept thinking about her relationship with me.
I was by far the most important man in her life, and someone Fātimah Al Zohrah admired like no other.
Fātimah Al Zohrah loved me to death, but Fātimah Al Zohrah was left pondering if it somehow could be more than that.
Was Fātimah Al Zohrah IN love with me?

As a twenty nine year old woman, Fātimah Al Zohrah had dated a number of men, some of whom she really loved.
Yet as she thought back, Fātimah Al Zohrah found that she consistently measured them up to one person, her Stepdad, Durgesh.
Fātimah Al Zohrah dated them but always rejected them without even any single exception\.
They were not as handsome, not as intelligent, not as strong, etc.
She always told herself Fātimah Al Zohrah should hold out for someone better, after all, it worked for her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā.
The realization slowly began to build until it finally sunk in.
Fātimah Al Zohrah really was in love with me!
Yes!
Fātimah Al Zohrah really was in love with me!
With Durgesh, her own Hindu stepfather.
Allah! Yā Allah!

Fātimah Al Zohrah wondered if she’d be able to face her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā, again, pondering if somehow she’d seen right through her and knew her illicit secret.
Well, was it illicit really?
No,
Noooooooooooooooo!

Yet, could Fātimah Al Zohrah face her Stepdaddy, me, again, afraid she’d let something slip and I’d learn her feelings were far deeper than a even a Musalmān stepdaughter should have for her Hindu stepdfather?
Fātimah Al Zohrah always criticized Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan for seducing me.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t right.
She never could be.
All the sympathy of Fātimah Al Zohrah was with Nafīsah Salmān.
Yes, Nafīsah Salmān Ammī had deserted Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Nafīsah Salmān Ammī had even cuckolded Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s real Abbū.
But didn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself do the same thing?*

If Nafīsah Salmān Ammī had humiliated Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, what the hell else Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself did?
Didn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan go more countless steps ahead in humiliating and disgracing her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, herself?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was an incurable nudist feminist.
Wasn’t she?
Moreover, she was an exhibitionist too.
She deliberately compelled Durgesh to have sex with her in public places openly.
Didn’t she?
And she was proud of it too.
All her movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, aren’t most of them exhibitions, more or less?

Fortunately, she didn’t have much time to stew.
We would be back in the morning to pick up where we left off earlier.
Her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I arrived early.
We all set about working without much fanfare.
Fātimah Al Zohrah and I continued scraping the outside while her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā, busied herself indoors.
Fortunately, it was much cooler than the day before which made the task marginally more pleasant.

We broke for lunch and all, except me, enjoyed a cold beer on the porch as we ate.
Fātimah Al Zohrah had been quiet most of the morning feeling a tad ill at ease, but Her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā, and I appeared normal as ever.
Fātimah Al Zohrah tried her best to dismiss the feeling that they were somehow onto her.
However, Fātimah Al Zohrah still found it difficult to look at me for too long without getting a strange feeling deep in her belly.
Allah!
She was deadly in love with Durgesh.
Allah! Yā Allah!
And how foolishly Fātimah Al Zohrah blamed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was right.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was always right.
No Musalmān Beauty, whosoever the hell she may be, can ever resist Durgesh’s ever undefeatable Hindu masculine charms.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t to be blamed.
Poor Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan too couldn’t resist as now she herself, Fātimah Al Zohrah, can’t resist.
What a damnfool Fātimah Al Zohrah was.
She didn’t criticize Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan only.
Fātimah Al Zohrah criticized her others extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān girlfriends too that they shamelessly seduced Durgesh.
Durgesh was sixty plus.
Wasn’t he?
And they were only Jet Musalmān Beauties.
Yet they were crazy to have sex with Durgesh so shamelessly.
Despite the fact that their own Ammīs, Kħālās, Phūphīs, Mumānīs etcetera were themselves having sex with Durgesh.

By the end of lunch and much casual conversation, Fātimah Al Zohrah was far more relaxed.
Fātimah Al Zohrah was sure Ammī simply used the word ‘flirt’ as a substitute for joke, and wasn’t trying to imply anything else.
Her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā, could be very direct, but she hadn’t said anything else, so Fātimah Al Zohrah was certain she’d just overreacted.

In the afternoon we finished the scraping and sanding, so Fātimah Al Zohrah showed me how to caulk around the windows and trim.
I laid a bead down and turned to her to see that I’d followed what I was doing.
Fātimah Al Zohrah was feeling somewhat naughty being so close to me, and said quietly,
“Nice caulk, Durgesh darling.” Fātimah Al Zohrah shocked herself with her boldness, blushed slightly before she glanced around to make sure her Ammī was not hovering nearby.
She never called me anything but ‘Durgesh darling’.
But she never realized why it was so.
Allah! Yā Allah!
The deepest feeling behind all these actions was her intense deadly feminine love for Durgesh.
Fātimah Al Zohrah couldn’t survive without Durgesh’s masculine love for her.
As Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t.
As her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends couldn’t.
Durgesh is doubtlessly the dream lover of entire Musalmān Beauties.
Fātimah Al Zohrah was deadly sure of the cold and hard fact now.

I just shook my head slightly and in a drawn out way, responded,
“Princess,” clearly admonishing Fātimah Al Zohrah with my tone.
Hee lips slowly turned into a grin however, which made me feel like Fātimah Al Zohrah had gotten away with something.

Fātimah Al Zohrah went inside and grabbed another couple of beers for her and juice for me.
When Fātimah Al Zohrah returned Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was busily caulking another window.
Fātimah Al Zohrah handed me a juice and stood back.
Fātimah Al Zohrah watched while I worked with ever naughty ever sexiest Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
I just seemed immensely capable to her, like there was nothing I couldn’t do.
Fātimah Al Zohrah marveled at how an executive who spent most of his time in a suit was so willing to do manual labor for his far poorer Musalmān stepdaughter, while he always tried to gift her millions.
Fātimah Al Zohrah had always politely asked Durgesh to let her be self made too, as he himself was.
Wasn’t he?
Fātimah Al Zohrah don’t think I’d even painted my own home in ages, hiring contractors to do it for me, yet there I was.
How nice of Durgesh.
He is doing it only because Fātimah Al Zohrah insisted to do it herself.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was also doing it for the same purpose.
What a nice couple Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Durgesh.
To hell with the age difference.
To hell with their mutual personal relationship.
Wasn’t it their own personal matter.
What right anyone else has to interfere between them?
Aren’t they both adult?
Let them lead and enjoy their own personal life in whatsoever manner they damn please.
Shouldn’t everyone behave in this way?

her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I left early that evening, promising to be back the next weekend to start the painting.
As Fātimah Al Zohrah showered, she couldn’t help thinking of me and of her daring ‘caulk’ comment.
Before Fātimah Al Zohrah even knew what was happening, Fātimah Al Zohrah had the shower massager head between her legs pointed directly at her clit while Fātimah Al Zohrah fingered her over-heated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

As her orgasm approached, Fātimah Al Zohrah couldn’t help but moan,
“Oh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! .”
Fātimah Al Zohrah came hard and her knees buckled, but Fātimah Al Zohrah leaned against the tile walls and somehow remained upright.

Over the next week, Fātimah Al Zohrah couldn’t get me out of her mind.
At work, Fātimah Al Zohrah daydreamed about me, and in the evenings at home Fātimah Al Zohrah found herself deeply lost in her fantasy world of being with me in an intimate way.
Fātimah Al Zohrah wasn’t ashamed to realize she rubbed herself off more than a few times to the illicit thoughts.
Illicit?
Hell,
What the hell there is illicit in it?
I wasn’t her real father.
Was I?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, you are right.
You were always right.
Fātimah Al Zohrah was a damnfool.
Please forgive me.*

On her way home from work one night Fātimah Al Zohrah picked up a few gallons each of primer and paint for her Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and me to use.

Fātimah Al Zohrah also tried to come up with a ton of indoor projects to keep her Ammī occupied elsewhere.
Knowing how manipulative Fātimah Al Zohrah was being made her feel terrible.
Fātimah Al Zohrah tried not to think about it too much.
The guilt was hard to ignore though.
Fātimah Al Zohrah shouldn’t cheat on her Ammī.
But why the hell Ammī herself doesn’t understand?
What’s wrong in it?
Why the hell Fātimah Al Zohrah can’t love Durgesh?
Her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā allows her countless extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends to fuck Durgesh.
Her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā allows their daughters even.
But Fātimah Al Zohrah would not be allowed.
Why?
Why the hell?
Damn it.

Fātimah Al Zohrah was surprised when I showed up alone on Saturday morning.
I explained that her Ammī had decided to visit her own mother, who had been ill, so it would just be the two of us.
Fātimah Al Zohrah felt a tingle run over her skin, knowing she’d have me all to herself for the day.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan already had told her she couldn’t come today.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had some political responsibilities to attend to.*

The morning started off quiet as Fātimah Al Zohrah avoided flirting with me overtly, but I was my usual jovial self and slowly pulled hee out of her shell.
It was even hotter than the previous weekend, and at about eleven o’clock I pulled my shirt off and set about working topless.
Fātimah Al Zohrah complained that it was unfair.
I simply smiled at Fātimah Al Zohrah and stated,
“I don’t mind even if you too do the same, Fātimah Al Zohrah. Okay? Fair now?”

“Yah, right, Durgesh darling,” Fātimah Al Zohrah responded, and then added, “Bet you’d love that.”
I laughed and answered,
“You bet. I haven’t seen twenty-something boobies, since, well…”
Fātimah Al Zohrah was twenty-something.
“Boobies, Durgesh darling?” Fātimah Al Zohrah said, shaking her head impishly, “You’re never really showing your age.”
“Yet, still I know, I’m an old man of sixty three,” I replied.

Fātimah Al Zohrah couldn’t help but steal views of my body.
For a guy who just turned sixty three, I was in amazing shape.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and the entire Jet Musalmān Beauties of her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad were persistently ever insistent that I was thirty three only.
I still possessed six pack abs.
Moreover, I was solid all over.
Even at my medium height, I stood well above her five foot eight inch frame.
Even with her long, sleek legs, Fātimah Al Zohrah was well shorter than her super sexy Durgesh darling.
I still had a thick head of black hair, which was sometimes only peppered with a hint of grey and highlighted my dark eyes well.

We worked for another hour or so when Fātimah Al Zohrah suggested we take a break for lunch.
I grabbed the hose and held it as her Fātimah Al Zohrah washed the paint off my hands.
When I was done, I handed me the hose so Fātimah Al Zohrah could do the same.
After Fātimah Al Zohrah washed her hands, Fātimah Al Zohrah was surprised when I turned the water upon Fātimah Al Zohrah and blasted her from head to toe.
The water was cold and Fātimah Al Zohrah shrieked as I drenched her.
I had come there after fucking Shamsah Salāħuddīn, Najmah Salāħuddīn, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Nafīsah Salmān too.
Yet I was still feeling sexy.
Fātimah Al Zohrah couldn’t help it.
I was built that way.
I was deliberately brought up since my very childhood to be so.
It was my inherent nature now to be impish with fair sex, whosoever she was.

Fātimah Al Zohrah simply laughed at her predicament.

Within Moments I dropped the hose and I noticed her eyes were nearly bugging out of her head.
Suddenly alert I realized Fātimah Al Zohrah was watching between my legs deliberately checking whether I had any erection for her too.
I scolded her with my eyes, yet silently still.
Fātimah Al Zohrah looked down and saw the water had made both her worn white tee shirt and sheer white bra essentially transparent.
The cold water had also turned her nipples hard as rocks, and there was no mistaking them through the two soaking layers of clothing.
A thrill instantly went through her entire extremely beautiful twenty nine years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body knowing that I was seeing her breasts like never before.
In spite of her excitement, Fātimah Al Zohrah took a long deep breath, and calmly said, “Jeez, Durgesh darling, I guess you really did want to see my boobies.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, honey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it ever, Fātimah Al Zohrah, I swear,” I said gravely in response.
“It’s okay,” Fātimah Al Zohrah smiled, and then added, “I better get changed before lunch.”
“Sweetie, I’m really sorry. Really,” I said emphatically, and Fātimah Al Zohrah could tell I actually meant it.
Fātimah Al Zohrah regretted instantaneously.
What the hell?
Why she is acting so childish still now?
Why not encourage him instead making him sorry.
Fātimah Al Zohrah is still a damnfool.
She can’t be Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ever.
Criticize Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan more.
And lose consequently what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has already achieved.
Why the hell Fātimah Al Zohrah always act to destine herself a loser?
Is that what Fātimah Al Zohrah wants to be?
Damn it.
Be Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Get what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has gotten.
Seduce him, O stupid.
Seduce Durgesh the greatest.

“It’s okay. You were just playing and accidents happen. Let’s just eat and forget about it,” Fātimah Al Zohrah told me, trying to remain as steady on the outside as possible, while her insides were doing cartwheels.

The truth was, Fātimah Al Zohrah was proud of her breasts.
Fātimah Al Zohrah was a late bloomer, and was jealous of the other girls at school when they budded before her.
Her twins finally began showing a couple of years later, and they swelled into what Fātimah Al Zohrah thought was a perfect set, size 36 C.

Fātimah Al Zohrah walked into her room and looked in the mirror.
There was no escaping the fact that her breasts were completely on display.
Durgesh clearly had a good view, which sent a shiver down her spine.
“Hope you liked ’em, Durgesh darling,” Fātimah Al Zohrah thought to herself as Fātimah Al Zohrah peeled off the wet clothes.
Fātimah Al ZohrahI reached up and cupped her breasts then rolled her hard nipples between her fingers.
Fātimah Al Zohrah felt really naughty knowing I was down the hall and her door was wide open, but that just made Fātimah Al Zohrah even hotter.

Fātimah Al Zohrah shook her head clear and knew she didn’t have time to pleasure herself the way Fātimah Al Zohrah wanted to.
At first Fātimah Al Zohrah put on a dry bra and an old red tee shirt, but then reconsidered after looking at her somewhat plain appearance in the mirror.
Fātimah Al Zohrah was feeling super sexy and wanted to further seduce her ‘Durgesh darling’.
Stepdad?
Hell,
Silly.
Durgesh is her lover.
What Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has done, why the hell Fātimah Al Zohrah could too?
Fātimah Al Zohrah took off both and went to her dresser looking for something better to wear.

Fātimah Al Zohrah chose to go braless ultimately, and put on a simple white top with a scoop neck.
If everything goes alright, Fātimah Al Zohrah would fuck the Hindu beast today.
Why the delay?
Isn’t Fātimah Al Zohrah twenty nine already?

Fātimah Al Zohrah knew that if she bent over, I would get an unencumbered view of her glorious Musalmān breasts.
The thought of it thrilled Fātimah Al Zohrah.
She tweaked her nipples for a Moment to ensure they were really hard before Fātimah Al Zohrah left to seduce me in the kitchen where Fātimah Al Zohrah found me sitting at the table looking somewhat vigilant and cautious.
She smiled.
Durgesh can never understand his ever sexy Musalmān stepdaughters.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has already made a record as his world famous live in relationship partner.
Countless of his Musalmān stepdaughters have already fucked him.
Yet Durgesh still hasn’t learned his Musalmān stepdaughters would never accept him their stepfather.
Durgesh is their dream Hindu lover too whether he appreciates it or not.
Sooner or later, Durgesh has to fuck his every Musalmān stepdaughter.
Better fuck them willingly.
Better fuck them without any delay any more.
Why tease them for your damned impractical morals?
You blame Pseudo Musalmīn for their damned impractical morals.
You agree with their Musalmān Houseladies.
Why don’t you agree with your Musalmān stepdaughters too?
What of your own impractical morals?
Double standard you have?
The hell.

As Fātimah Al Zohrah started making our sandwiches, I said gravely,
“Fātimah Al Zohrah, I’m really sorry, sweetie. I honestly didn’t mean it. Sorry once more.”
“Relax, I know you didn’t,” Fātimah Al Zohrah smiled working with her back towards me.
“Thanks.”
Fātimah Al Zohrah was suddenly emboldened that her confident Hindu stepdfather was suddenly off my game.
Before Fātimah Al Zohrah could say another word, Fātimah Al Zohrah quickly turned and pulled her blouse deliberately above her breasts and said,
“They’re just boobs, Durgesh darling. Every woman has them, so just relax, okay?”*

I turned my head away instantly, furiously,
“What the hell, Fātimah Al Zohrah? Cover them. Don’t you want me to come here any more?”
“Why?” Fātimah Al Zohrah suddenly flared. “Are my breasts that ugly that you can’t even look at them?”
It was not her instantaneous response to my fury.
It was her well thought out strategy instead.
Be aggressive if Durgesh is aggressive.
If he is normal, dominate the Hindu beast.
I didn’t say a word in protest to her action.
“Look at Fātimah Al Zohrah, Durgesh darling, are they that gross?”
Gravely I turned to face her.
“They’re lovely.” I said softly.
I had to change my strategy too subjective to her own strategy.
I succeeded.
With that, Fātimah Al Zohrah pulled her shirt down and smiled,
“Do you see? That wasn’t so hard to look at my bare lovely Musalmān breasts, was it? I know you love them, the bare lovely breasts of us Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties’, I mean”
I knew I was not appreciating it.
But blood pounded through her veins at her own boldness, driving Fātimah Al Zohrah wild.
Not only had I received a wonderful view of her breasts when I soaked her chest, but an even better one when Fātimah Al Zohrah flashed them to me.
Fātimah Al Zohrah flashed her own stepdfather!
And I said they were lovely too.
Allah! Yā Allah! God, Fātimah Al Zohrah was so hot!
She never knew even she could do that.

Fātimah Al Zohrah finished making our sandwiches on weak legs, and then we ate in relative silence.
Fātimah Al Zohrah found herself thrusting her chest out, wondering if my eyes would wander to her firm breasts and hard nipples.
Her blouse displayed quite a bit of cleavage, and Fātimah Al Zohrah honestly wanted me to look and appreciate.
But as she expected my face was not flush.
It was grave instead.
And Fātimah Al Zohrah wondered if it was because I was embarrassed or excited.
She let me play my station on radio.
She had already bared her extremely beautiful boobs to me today.
She had already annoyed me.
She deliberately didn’t want me to disturb any more now.

Fātimah Al Zohrah turned a dance station on.
It was a good excuse for her to shake subtly her extremely beautiful young Musalmān body as we worked alongside one another.
Fātimah Al Zohrah found numerous opportunities to bend over in My direction, showing off her unencum extremely lovely bared Musalmān breasts and long legs.
Around six o’clock we decided to call it a day.
I held the hose as Fātimah Al Zohrah washed her hands, then I did the same for her.
Inside Fātimah Al Zohrah was praying I’d spray her again, but she could see I was abnormal and that was just not going to happen again.
She cursed herself.
Why the hell she didn’t appreciate my action?
She kind of wished she had washed first so Fātimah Al Zohrah could have sprayed her, but it was an opportunity lost.
She cursed herself again.*

Suddenly, a naughty idea hit her head.
I had brought a change of clothes.
I told her I should take a shower before heading home rather than get any paint on my car’s upholstery.
Fātimah Al Zohrah snuck into the bathroom before I went in and stole most of the towels and even the bath mat.
Her home was older and the plumbing was rather loud.
When I began my shower Fātimah Al Zohrah quietly crept in and removed all the remaining towels and everything else with which Fātimah Al Zohrah could cover myself, including my discarded clothes.

Fātimah Al Zohrah sat across the hall in her guest bedroom waiting for me to finish bathing.
The old plumbing banged as I shut off the water.
Fātimah Al Zohrah knew I was done.
Only a Moment later, she heard me call her name,
“Fātimah Al Zohrah, I need a towel in here.”
Fātimah Al Zohrah walked to the door on bold legs, and announced,
“I have one out here for you, Durgesh darling. Open the door.”
The door opened just a couple of inches, and Fātimah Al Zohrah saw a hand snake out.
My fingers began to snap, as though I was trying to grab something that wasn’t there.
She took a deep breath to steel her resolve, then said,
“Open the door if you want the towel.”
There was silence for a Moment, and then she heard from behind the door,
“Just hand it to me, will you?”
Once again, Fātimah Al Zohrah paused before stating,
“Durgesh darling, you got to see my boobs twice today. I think it’s only fair that I get to see your Uncut Hindu Lund once.”
“What the hell! Are you crazy?” I shouted.
Fātimah Al Zohrah remained as calm as possible, and then responded,
“No, I’m not. Do you want a towel or not?”*

Fātimah Al Zohrah felt the blood pounding through her veins, and wondered just what would happen next.
It seemed like ages, but only fifteen seconds or so later Fātimah Al Zohrah saw the door begin to swing open.
Sweat rolled down her back as Fātimah Al Zohrah came into view.
I was completely naked, but held both hands in front of my groin; a grave look was upon my handsome face.
Ninety nine percent of her was uncertain, but the one percent won out and Fātimah Al Zohrah said,
“Let me see, Durgesh darling, fair is fair.”*

We stared into each other’s eyes for a Moment, before I slowly moved my hands away from my crotch.
Fātimah Al Zohrah cast her glance down and was shocked by what Fātimah Al Zohrah saw.
My Uncut Hindu Lund, even while flaccid, was at least five thick inches long.
She instantly wondered just how big Fātimah Al Zohrah could get.
Her eyes soaked me in for a few seconds, before she tossed me the towel she had draped over her shoulder.
“Dry yourself off, big Durgesh darling,” Fātimah Al Zohrah said, shocking herself with the ‘big’ comment.
She turned and walked to the kitchen, but had to sit down as her head was spinning.
Allah! Yā Allah!
So, it was the unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund every mb she knew was crazy for?
Well, now Fātimah Al Zohrah herself was.
She couldn’t resist the temptation.
How lucky her extremely beautiful ovn ardent Musalmān girlfriends were!
They were already enjoying the unique miracle.
Damn you Fātimah Al Zohrah.
You are the bloody loser.
Do you realize now?
He isn’t only the best in humanity.
He is really best in sex too.*

Before I left that evening, we shared an uncomfortable silence.
She tried to touch my Uncut Hindu Penis but I tactfully dodged her every time.
“I want to feel what I saw.”
I smiled.
“That’s not for you. That’s for your Ammī.”
“You can’t keep away from me.”
“Shut up.”
No sooner was I out the door; Fātimah Al Zohrah was on her bed, frantically rubbing herself off.
She could not get the image of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund out of her head.
But Fātimah Al Zohrah was also thrilled by her audacity at making me open the door before her prying eyes.
Fātimah Al Zohrah came over and over again, imagining my hard Uncut Hindu Lund buried deep inside her now aggressive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .

Fātimah Al Zohrah was considered quite attractive with a wonderful female Musalmān body.
Yet suddenly Fātimah Al Zohrah felt like she was losing control, in spite of her earlier bravado.
For whatever reason, Fātimah Al Zohrah could not get my image out of her head and wanted to please me more than anything Fātimah Al Zohrah had ever done in her life.

Fātimah Al Zohrah was surprised when her phone rang the next morning from her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā’s cell phone.
She said Grammy was feeling better.
Consequently she wanted to help out with the house like before.
Fātimah Al Zohrah had dressed in a subtly sexy outfit for her benefit.
She quickly retreated to her room to change before her Ammī saw what Fātimah Al Zohrah was wearing.

After her car pulled in, they both exited.
Ammī came to her and gave her a big hug.
Kħadījah Al Kubrā held Fātimah Al Zohrah and whimpered in her ear,
“Grammy sends her love.”
Fātimah Al Zohrah felt bad that she had barely thought of Gram given everything else that has going on, but held her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrā, tight as Fātimah Al Zohrah knew how much it meant to her.

I stayed back deliberately.
Fātimah Al Zohrah had already tried to grab my Uncut Hindu Penis so many times that I didn’t want to provide the younger Musalmān Beauty another opportunity.
It was not easy to control myself.
Every time Fātimah Al Zohrah tried to grab my Uncut Hindu Penis, it not only hardened immediately, it started to lengthen and thicken as well.
I didn’t want her to experience this incredible miraculous quality of my uhc.
It could make her crazier.
Fātimah Al Zohrah wondered if I was so afraid of her that I felt the need to bring a chaperone.
Fātimah Al Zohrah was suddenly horrified.
Did Fātimah Al Zohrah go too far the day before?
Showing me her breasts was over the top, but demanding to see my Uncut Hindu Lund was in another stratosphere altogether.
Fātimah Al Zohrah prayed I didn’t tell her Ammī about what had happened.

We painted in silence for most of the morning while her Ammī worked indoors.
Slowly Fātimah Al Zohrah moved her way closer to me.
Never before in her life had Fātimah Al Zohrah been more aggressive.
Fātimah Al Zohrah wasn’t sure what to say, but finally a few self-conscience words softly escaped her mouth,
“Sorry if you felt the need for a chaperone today.”

Fātimah Al Zohrah was waiting with baited breath for my response.
She didn’t leave me hanging long.
She leaned in and said quietly,
“After what happened between us yesterday, I think you need a chaperone from me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ”
I stared into her eyes,
Sālī, méré Uncut Hindu Lund kī bhūkhī.”
Fātimah Al Zohrah laughed,
“That’s better, mérī jān.”
She grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund this time successfully and squeezed it significantly.
“Very proud of it? Aren’t you?”
“Shut up and leave it.”
“No.”
“Fātimah Al Zohrah, I say…”
“Why the hell you still say? Show some action, you teaser.”
“Leave it.”
“Fuck me.”
“Shut up.”
“I promise to give you more pleasure than my Ammī is giving you.”
“Sorry.”
“I mean it.”
“Find someone else more competent for you.”
“I’ve already. You are the most competent man for me too as well as for my Ammī.”
“Kħadījah Al Kubrā would kill you.”
“Hahaha.”
“Why are you shameless?”
“Because I’m in love with you, you idiot. And everything is fair in love and war.”
I smiled.
Fātimah Al Zohrah was still holding my Uncut Hindu Lund and now playing with it too.
“What’s it? Love or war?”
“Both.”
“Both. Love with you and war with you to get it.”
“Bābarah Åālamgīr is your friend I think.” I smiled.
“You are right.”
“I’ve heard her telling you that she is also trying to change our relationship.”
“Entire womankind doesn’t have another relationship with you except what I’m holding in my hand.”
“Shame on you.”
“Thank you.”
“What?”
“Despite your verbal rejection of me, your Uncut Hindu Lund has accepted me fully. It’s growing in my hand, don’t you feel?”
“That’s normal. You are extremely beautiful. I can’t help it. My physical normal reactions are naturally beyond my control.”
“Let me suck you.”
“Hell, leave me you ever untired seductress.”
Fātimah Al Zohrah laughed, winked at me lewdly and let go of me.
Chapter 15
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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


KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 18

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 18

Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad

Durgesh Shaguftah Rashīd

Durgesh ACP Suraiyā Jamāl

Disconnecting the mobile, I pushed back my chair.

I got to my feet.

I stood keeping Kħadījah Muħammad on her knees and elbows.

I also stood on my knees behind her still gorgeous, still amazingly glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bottom.

“This thing’s goofy, ludicrous, absurd, Kħadījah Muħammad, Mérī Jān.” I pushed my extremely hardened Uncut Hindu Lund into Kħadījah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to the hilt, “I don’t think the police are going to do anything.”

Kħadījah Muħammad squeezed the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Cock contracting her vaginal muscles skillfully.

She enjoyed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt still now very much.

I loved her so much I didn’t love even my legal wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.

I couldn’t help it.

Kħadījah Muħammad was hyper sexual herself as I was.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD wanted least sex.

She loved and married me not for my sexual prowess.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD loved and married me for my ‘exclusive unlimited humanity’ and my devotion to upraise the Muslimahs.

“You mean Muħammad Åbdullah…”

“No, no. He’ll certainly do his best. But his police…well, of course, they may find Shaguftah Rashīd in the voter’s register. Think back on that conversation. See if you can…”

“Wait a minute.” Kħadījah Muħammad abruptly said, “She was calling from Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club alright. I could hear the male voices talking of their Stavans, Ved and Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā. The female voices were referring to Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah every now and then. And there were the melodious sweet sounds of consummating sex.”

“Very good.”

Kħadījah Muħammad went on.

“I could hear the sound of an orchestra too. It… wait a minute now. Don’t fuck me so excitedly. Just push your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to the hilt and stop keeping it fully embedded there. No pulling out. Not even a bit. Let me concentrate, please.”

“Sālī,” I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as she requested and kept it there fully embedded to the hilt, “you Musalmān Beauties require my Uncut Hindu Lund fully embedded into your Musalmān Choot so that you may concentrate?”

Kħadījah Muħammad winked at me.

“That’s right, any objection?”

Kħadījah Muħammad.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan also concentrates in this way, doesn’t she?”

“She is crazy to imitate you.” I retorted, “You are her role model. Everything whatsoever you have done with me, she is also doing blindly.”

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.

“I’m proud of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Durgesh. I love her.”

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD too loves her, but…”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has done successfully what we both, your wife Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and I couldn’t do. That’s why we love her.”

“Yes, I do understand, but…”

“Yes, yes, let me concentrate. I remember hearing the background music too, I think. Please fuck me.”

“What?”

“Please fuck me wildly and let me concentrate.”

“Nonsense. If I fuck you wildly how can you concentrate?”

“You don’t know. You are not a woman. We women have different ways in so many things. Now fuck me you teaser.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t shout.”

“Wildly.”

“Wildly, Sālī, wildly.” I started fucking Kħadījah Muħammad wildly now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled once in the similar situation.

Kħadījah Muħammad Bājī uses you. As I do.”

“What?”

“These are the times when we can make you to fuck us as wildly as we damn please.”

“Shame on you.”

“Everything is fair in love and war, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

“Well?” I asked Kħadījah Muħammad fucking her wildly after about fifteen minutes.

“Please continue.”

“Sālī, you…”

“You want me to concentrate, don’t you?”

Kħadījah Muħammad, I’ll fuck you wildly till we exist, darling. But now it’s a matter of life and death for Shaguftah Rashīd.”

“Yes, you are right. But don’t forget your promise, will you?”

“Never.”

“To fuck me wildly till…”

“Yes, yes, now come on.”

“I remember the background music now. It was playing ‘Khai ké paan Banāras wālā’.”

“Very good. Now we have only to find out where the hell in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club this background music ‘Khai ké paan Banāras wālā’ has been played recently tonight. I love you, Kħadījah Muħammad. That’s great.”

“Don’t tell me verbally that you love me, put into action, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is already visiting my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Isn’t it?”*

I smiled and started obliging Kħadījah Muħammad.

“I think I can find out.” She smiled at me thankfully.

She started to use her mobile.

After some connections and disconnections she winked at me.

“Got it, Durgesh darling.”

“Her address?”

“I think we can get it.”

“What is it?”

Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ved Nagar has played ‘Khai ké paan Banāras wālā’. I connected to the club and asked if they knew a Shaguftah Rashīd. The hat check girl said she did. She said that Shaguftah Rashīd had been there this evening, but she had left early. She said she had a headache. I asked how we could find Shaguftah Rashīd’s address. She said she didn’t know. Yet, she thought one of the proprietors, Iqbāl Rashīd, knew where she lived.”

“Iqbāl Rashīd?”

“Iqbāl Rashīd.”

“Any relationship with Shaguftah Rashīd?” I asked enthusiastically.

“I asked the hat check girl, but she didn’t know. Iqbāl Rashīd is out tonight, and couldn’t be reached.”

“Damn. You told her it was important?”

“Sure. I told her it was a matter of life and death.”

“Okay.”

I used my mobile to contact Commissioner of Police, Muħammad Åbdullah, again.

He was in the bathroom.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was authorized to handle Muħammad Åbdullah’s mobile in such events.

“Hello, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, Durgesh here.” I said on the mobile gravely.

“Your name is flashing already on the screen. Want to fuck me now?”

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, I’ve told you I was requested by your own husband Muħammad Ålī.”

“I thought he could have requested once more to you to fuck his wife, rather his Ammījān now.”

“Give the mobile to Muħammad Åbdullah, your Chief.”

“He is in the bathroom.”

“I can’t wait.”

“I can reach you as early as possible.”

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, I called the Commissioner of Police, Muħammad Åbdullah.”

“He is temporary unavailable. This is ACP Suraiyā Jamāl. Can I do anything for you? And I mean anything.”

I controlled myself.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was married to Muħammad Ålī when she wasn’t ACP.

However, she was an IPS even then, waiting for her first assignment as a police officer.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, it’s a matter of life and death.” I said curtly.

This time her voice became crisply businesslike.

“Okay. What is it?”

“I had a legal appointment with a Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah for one o’clock. I was waiting for her. In the meantime I received a call from some Shaguftah Rashīd I knew only by her name. I doubt even that name, Shaguftah Rashīd, maybe fictitious. Yet she rang up. She could barely talk over the mobile. She said she’d been poisoned. Someone had sent her poisoned candy. She certainly sounded about ready to pass out. Evidently the receiver either slipped from her hands and fell, or she keeled over while she was talking to me. Then the receiver was hung up before I could trace the call.”

“You haven’t fucked her ever?”

“Nonsense.”

“You fucked me faithfully being immensely loyal to your stepson that immediately accepted me his Ammījān.”

“Not immediately, Sālī, after two years.” I said curtly.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl controlled herself.

“You don’t know where she is?”

I held Kħadījah Muħammad’s slim waist with both my hands and kept fucking her wildly as she wanted.

“I’m coming to that.” I said on the mobile, “Kħadījah Muħammad did some fast thinking and some good detective work. I won’t take time to tell you about it unnecessarily. Yet the result is that Kħadījah Muħammad got a lead to the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar. A Shaguftah Rashīd is known there. She was there in the evening. But apparently the underlings don’t know her address. An Iqbāl Rashīd runs the place, but he’s out. That’s the story in a nutshell. What do you say, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl?”

“Sounds like quite a bit of smoke.” The efficient police officer in ACP Suraiyā Jamāl prevailed on the woman inside her, “There may be some fire. But we haven’t a heck of a lot to go on.”

“Well, don’t say I didn’t tell the police.” I said curtly, “I’m not the police. I’m only a citizen. I’ve informed the police. Commissioner of police as far as I’m concerned. If someone finds Shaguftah Rashīd’s body tomorrow morning, and…”

“Wait a minute.” Again the efficient police officer in ACP Suraiyā Jamāl prevailed on the woman inside her, “Hold your Uncut Hindu Lund. Where are you now?”

Her protest against I fucked her was behind her new phrase ‘Hold your Uncut Hindu Lund’ instead of ‘Hold your horses’.

She used it to register her complaint whenever she talked with me.

“With Kħadījah Muħammad.” I replied.

“Want to take a run around to the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar?”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll be for you in about five minutes.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said, “Keep your Uncut Hindu Lund ready for me once more. Tell Kħadījah Muħammad you are going to fuck your daughter in law ACP Suraiyā Jamāl for the rest of the night. If you can be waiting down on the sidewalk, it’ll save that much time.”

“Suraiyā,”

“Yes my dear Hindu father in law I love to fuck, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

“Think we can do anything by phone?”

“I doubt it, Prāñnāth. I’m grateful that you recommended your stepson Muħammad Ålī for the proprietorship of this Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar. Yet, it won’t take over a few minutes to get there. Be all ready to jump in when you hear the siren. I’ll cut her loose.”

Dil bhāvé par sar hilāvé, Sālī, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, your pseudo complaint is registered. I’ll be down there.”

I disconnected the mobile and holding Kħadījah Muħammad’s nude slim waist pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest.

Kħadījah Muħammad herself pushed her glorious glamorous gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī big firm round Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my Hindu loins to receive my Uncut Hindu Lund as deepest as possible.

I blasted my Hindu Vīrý.

Kħadījah Muħammad was now the Ammī of my five brilliant Hindu sons.

Yet, she was still as young and as beautiful as she was when she first raped me.

They suspected Kħadījah Muħammad herself was a Parahuman, Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījah Al Kubrārza.

Kħadījah Muħammad closed her eyes in extreme ecstasy.

She was receiving my Hindu Vīrý once more deepest inside her as she always greeted it.

Dressing myself hastily I said,

“Okay, Ummil Mominīn, hold the fort. I may call you in a little later.”

“Watch out ACP Suraiyā Jamāl. She may eat you uncooked. You made enemy of an efficient police officer by granting the request of your stepson Muħammad Ålī.”

I smiled.

Muħammad Ålī’s entire family had conspired it against her. He wasn’t alone.”*

I had scolded Muħammad Ålī.

“You must have told me that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had promised you the proprietorship of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar if you make me rape your wife Suraiyā Jamāl.”

“Papa Jī, what do you think, she married me for myself?” Muħammad Ålī complained.

I was as if fallen from the seventh sky.

“It was her own game.” Muħammad Ålī charged his wife, “She was an IPS. She wasn’t a damn fool. Neither she was physically incompetent to protect herself from you when you raped her, if she didn’t want it.”

“You may be right there.” I murmured thoughtfully.*

It took a minute or two for the elevator to get up to the floor I was with Kħadījah Muħammad.

It was my Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad Antarvyom, interspace, of infinitely spread Param Purush Ummahāt-Al-Åālmīn Param Prāsād.

It wasn’t easy to understand its construction and functions for the persons who aren’t Parahumans or Posthumans at least.

It was an extremely complex theory of Metaphysics it was built on.

We called it Eīshān Vigyān.

The night watchman dropped me to the street level.

I had less than a minute to wait at the curb before I heard the scream of a siren.

I saw the blood red glare of a spotlight, and then ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was skidding a police Mercedes in close to the curb.

I jerked the door open and jumped in.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl immediately shifted herself from her driving seat to my lap.

I hadn’t another option except to shift to the driving seat myself.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl kissed me on my lips and accelerated the police Mercedes into such swift speed that if I wasn’t prepared for it, my head had certainly jerked back as the machine lurched forward.

“Fuck me.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl whispered.

“What?”

“Open my belt, undress me below my waist and fuck me if you really want me to help you in keeping alive your so called Shaguftah Rashīd.”

I hadn’t another option once again.

Even enjoying sex with me, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl concentrated on driving traffic.

After, Muħammad Ålī told her that she wasn’t his wife anymore, his Ammījān instead, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl started to sleep with me openly, with her mother in law on my one side and she herself on my other side.

I knew then first how hyper sexual ACP Suraiyā Jamāl herself was.

I understood very well why Muħammad Ålī couldn’t satisfy her.

She wasn’t made for the softies in sex like Muħammad Ålī.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl needed wild animal sex that perhaps only I could provide her.

Concentrating on driving, she bent forward in rukū’.

Even then her buttocks were more active in back and forth motion than my own waist was.

It was absolutely obvious that ACP Suraiyā Jamāl needed my Uncut Hindu Lund in her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ravenously.

She had taken benefit of my interest in Shaguftah Rashīd.

The police Mercedes screamed through the streets nonstop.

“Hang on.” She warned me as the police Mercedes screamed in a turn.

I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund in her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to my balls and held her waist strongly to adjust with her driving.

I saw, she was enjoying both the excitement of my Uncut Hindu Lund tearing her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and the excitement of tearing through traffic with siren screaming and motor roaring.

Yet, with it all, the young lady ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was as cool and detached as a surgeon performing a delicate operation.

Her extremely beautiful Meccan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face showed complete concentration and an entire lack of nervousness.

She slid to a stop in front of the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar.

We dressed ourselves competently, debouched from the police Mercedes and marched across the sidewalk.

“You are an excellent driver.” I smiled.

“Thank you and you are an excellent Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl also smiled.

“Thanks.” I squeezed her buttocks.

She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund to show her gratefulness and appreciation.

A big Paŧhān doorman, resplendent with uniform, saluted us.

I was known to him and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was a Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Beauty despite her police uniform of ACP.

The Paŧhān doorman dashed for a speaking tube built into the wall.

He whistled three times sharply.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl led the way into the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

“The hat-check girl, Suraiyā,” I said, “She knows something.”

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl nodded and moved to the counter.

She showed her identity card and stars to the hat check girl.

Shaguftah Rashīd. Where can we find her?”

The hat check girl smiled watching ACP Suraiyā Jamāl playing with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

It showed it was alright.

“Sorry, ma’am. I don’t know. Someone was asking over the phone awhile back.”

“You know her?”

“Of course, ma’am.”

“Does she work here?”

“She doesn’t need to. She is a major shareholder here. She is one of the proprietors, I must say.”

“Beautiful?”

“Extremely, ma’am.”

“Interested in any particular Uncut Hindu Lund or any Uncut Hindu Lund would do?”

“Exclusively interested in only the Uncut Hindu Lund you are playing with.” The hat check girl smiled.

One Man Woman?”

“I think so.”

“How many shares she holds here?”

“I wouldn’t know, ma’am, sorry.”

“Who would?”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan or Mr. Muħammad Ålī.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan is also a shareholder?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled.

“A major shareholder ma’am.” The hat check girl also smiled.

“In Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled ironically.

“Well, they think it a good business.”

“Yes, I see that. Where are they?”

“Mr. Muħammad Ålī is out tonight. And I don’t know where Imām Muħammad Ħasan is. I tried to locate him after the young woman phoned, but I couldn’t find him.”

“This place is supposed to run without anyone in charge?”

“Ordinarily, one or the other of them is here. Tonight it just happens they both are out.”

“Who else would know? The cashier? Some of the waitresses?”

She shook her head.

“I don’t think so. I’ve made inquiries. I tell you who I think would.”

“Who?”

“Iqbāl Rashīd.”

“Who is he?”

“Her younger brother.”

“Living with her?”

The hat check girl cum receptionist looked at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.

“I don’t know, ma’am.”

“Where do we find Iqbāl Rashīd?”

“I think the cashier has his address. Iqbāl Rashīd cashes a check here once in a while.”

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl watched her gravely.

“Thanks. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, sister, as well as a pretty one. Come on hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam.”

We skirted the dance floor, and pushed past the crowded couples moving slowly to the rhythm of the music.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked the directions from a waitress.

Now we were walking on to the cashier.

The cashier was in a cage between the dining room and the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl showed her her identity card and stars.

“You know an Iqbāl Rashīd?”

The cashier stared at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.

She hesitated somewhat.

It was quite obvious that she was debating on a course of action.

“Come on.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly, “You are alive, aren’t you? Do you know him or not?”

The cashier controlled herself.

“Sorry for the delay in replying, ma’am. Yes, I know Dr. Iqbāl Rashīd.”

“Dr. Iqbāl Rashīd?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Where can we find him?”

“May I ask what he has done, ma’am?”

“You may not. It’s a police business. We seek informations, don’t give them to others.”

“Sorry, ma’am. I don’t know where he is at present.”

“Give me his address.”

“Bājīrāo Mastānī Apartments.”

“I see. Which one?”

“Just a minute.”

She searched in her computer.

“It’s on the second floor, Bājīrāo Mastānī Apartments, 256.”

“His phone number?”

“Not recorded here.”

“You know Iqbāl Rashīd when you see him?”

“Of course.”

“He hasn’t been here tonight?”

“No.”

“Would you have seen him if he had been?”

“Yes, ma’am. Of course.”

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me.

“I think we should try Iqbāl Rashīd at Bājīrāo Mastānī Apartments.”

Then she turned to the cashier once again.

“Who’s running this place?”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Muħammad Ålī.”

“Partners?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Who is the major partner?”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan. He isn’t here at present but he is expected to be here any minute.”

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl didn’t tell the cashier that Muħammad Ålī was her husband that had requested me to rape his wife, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.

And why should she have?

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was there with me to get the informations not to give instead.

“Mr. Muħammad Ålī has a little cabin somewhere.” The cashier volunteered, “He goes there for relaxation.”

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled.

“Relaxation, eh? Where is it?”

“I wouldn’t know. It’s up in Green Canyon somewhere.”

“When Imām Muħammad Ħasan comes in, let him call police headquarters and ask for Inspector Prabhāt Deharia. Have him tell Inspector Prabhāt Deharia all he knows about Shaguftah Rashīd and her younger brother, Iqbāl Rashīd. Don’t forget. I’ll call back in a little while. What number do I call?”

The cashier gave her the number duly written in a slip.

“Thank you.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled at the cashier, “okay, I’ll call you back. Have Imām Muħammad Ħasan call headquarters.”

As we talked out I smiled at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.

“It’s always a pleasure seeing an efficient police officer at work.”

“Thank you.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl also smiled, “We have to handle them in this way. Otherwise they’ll start swapping gossip with us. And we’ll get nowhere. People seem to forget we have emergency calls pouring in in a steady stream. We haven’t time to dillydally, or let other people take the lead. We have to keep them on the defensive to get anywhere ever.”

“I understand.” I smiled.

We squeezed past the dance floor.

In the elevator leading to the sidewalk, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said.

“Know anything about this Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Durgesh?”

“Not the police version exactly.” I smiled, “What’s it?”

“The queerest name of the club suggests that some communal Hindus and horniest Musalmān Beauties must be behind it. Doesn’t it?”

“Yes?”

“That’s not the truth at all.”

“No?”

“Never.”

“These organizations are actually run by Pseudo Islamic countries. They have calculatingly adopted this humiliating name to Musalmīn for the club, to defame the Hindus and their horniest Musalmān beloveds.”

“I see. So, the police also know the conspiracy behind it?”

“Well, the police were not born yesterday.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled cunningly.

I smiled too.

“What do you think the Pseudo Islamic countries don’t know that the police are aware of their conspiracy?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then why they are still retaining this name for the club?”

“The people in general don’t understand these political conspiracies. They are still being fooled by Saůūdī Årab and Iran.”

I smiled.

“India was the eighth most powerful country not many days before. Neither Saůūdī Årab nor Iran was anywhere in power in the suburb of India. China was second and USA was the number one. Yet, HVSI marched ahead aggressively and now HVSI is the most powerful organization on the entire globe.”

“What do you want to say, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam?”

“Both Saůūdī Årab and Iran are checkmated.” I smiled, “And they are not even aware of it. They are still conspiring against each other imprudently.”

Chapter 19

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KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 5

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 5

Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm

Playing Smart

Durgesh Kħālidah Qamar

It was just supposed to be a ride home for a casual friend that Muħammad and Kħadījah knew from their local watering hole.

Honestly, that was the intention, but fate?, luck?, happenstance? intervened…

That Friday night was a bit on the slow side at Kħadījah’s what it being the holiday weekend and all that.

Sidrah Aħmad and I were there for Sidrah Aħmad’s a TGIF drink or five.

Sidrah Aħmad wanted to shoot a bit of pool too.

It was mostly regulars in Kħadījah’s that night with a few ‘newbies’ thrown in the mix.

Sidrah Aħmad was taking on challengers on one of the pool tables while I socialized with some of our friends, etc.

On some Fridays, we were usually at a party hosted by some of the swingers that were members of the same ‘social’ club that we belonged to, but, not this night.

Sidrah Aħmad and I had been swinging for a few years, Sidrah Aħmad posing as my Sunni Musalmān Live in Relationship Partner  naughtily.

Sidrah Aħmad enjoyed the threesomes as a treat.

She was not only Bi-sexual but also a lady Durgesh as well, fucking Hindu males only, always.

Sidrah Aħmad  had no problems finding Hindu male or Musalmān female partners.

Of course, she did couples as well, but had you asked Sidrah Aħmad her preference, threesomes would have been her answer.

But this night wasn’t about swinging, at least that’s how it started out.

Around ten or so, Kħadījah’s had thinned out to maybe ten or twelve regulars, one of which was Durgesh, I, an older Hindu in my sixty-two.

At this time, Sidrah Aħmad was thirty-eight and I was sixty-two, not old, but older.

Anyway, I had been around a year or so, having moved here for a new ashvinātam sex adventure, if I could have it.

I was on the quiet side, polite, and very amicable.

I had drifted to Muħammad and Kħadījah’s   table.

Muħammad and I taking turns against Sidrah Aħmad on the pool table and sharing drinks and shots.

I was of course participating in with juices, not with alcohol.

Alcohol caused sleep to the Para Conscious mind while Stavans and Trishapt used to awaken it.

Well, actually, we did most of the shots since Muħammad was the DD, the designated driver, and I was nursing my drinks carefully even while taking juices only.

Sidrah Aħmad, as usual, looked splendid; five foot eight, a hundred and ten pounds in a slim, athletic body, and, as usual, braless in a form-flattering tee.

Her smallish, 34B, Sunni Musalmān breasts never needed even a little support, even at thirty-eight.

Tiring of playing pool, we all decided to have one last nightcap and leave.

I casually mentioned that I was going to call a cab and get my car tomorrow since Sidrah Aħmad‘d had a ‘bit too much’, so to speak, and needed my car herself.

Muħammad chimed in that they’d be happy to give me a lift to my Ashvinātam Palace, to which, Kħadījah smilingly agreed.

It was as they waited for me to make a pit stop before we left Sidrah Aħmad’s that I noticed, for the first time, the ‘look’ in Kħadījah’s eyes, on her face.

“You get turned on by something?” I kiddingly asked, adding, “Or is it just a bit of the Tequila making you horny?”

Laughing, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm replied, “Is it that obvious? Damn, I need to work on my poker face,” adding, “that it was a bit of both.”

“Really?” So what turned you on?” Muħammad asked in return.

“You have to admit that Durgesh is a rather cute, young package and you know how I get when I drink Tequila,” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm smilingly said.

I laughed,

“Hey, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, I may be cute to you but I’m not a young package anymore.”

“Nonsense!” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, thirty-eight only, smiled at me now rather seductively.

“Believe me. I’m sixty two, my dear.”

Durgesh the multi zillionaire?” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm confirmed my identity once more incredulously, “Durgesh darling,  Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!?”

“Of course,” I smiled, “the same. But I’m sixty two.”

Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm looked at her Musalmān husband, Muħammad,

“What do you say, Muħammad?”

Muħammad laughed,

“Well, he is thirty two. Some persons claim he is twenty eight actually.”

Later, a few years down the road, there would be a country song about how “Tequila makes her clothes fall off,” or something like that. That could have been written about Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

“Do you want to have a ‘go’ at Durgesh?” Muħammad asked.

She got a pensive look, scrunched up her face a bit, and replied, “I don’t know, what do you think?”

Seeing me emerging from the restroom, Muħammad simply replied, “Play it as you want, baby, I’m game if it goes that way.”

Smiling, she just leaned up and kissed me, slipping her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān female tongue in my Hindu male mouth quickly.

“Damn, ya’ll sure you don’t want me to take a cab so that you can get home,” I said, laughing afterwards.

With a hint of where her head was now, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm laughed and gave me a quick peck on the lips, saying,

“Well, if I can’t wait until we get home, and since I’m in the company of two good-looking men, I ought to be able to solve my problem, don’t you think?”

She pulled me by my hand towards the door while my alcohol-free brain quickly processed what I had just heard.

Muħammad simply smiled when he looked at me questioningly, following the two of them out of the door.

In his opinion, Muħammad was exchanging his extremely beautiful with me, swinging.

He was giving me an opportunity to fuck his, till now exclusively faithful to him, wife, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm.

In exchange, Muħammad was getting an opportunity to fuck my ‘wife’ (?), at least one of my extremely beautiful Live in Relationship Partners, Sidrah Aħmad.

The trouble for Muħammad was that Sidrah Aħmad was neither my wife nor my Live in Relationship Partner exactly.

The swingers never knew that most of them were never getting an opportunity to fuck the wife of the opposite man.

They really offered their real Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives to me, and I always succeeded in fucking them.

But in return, they never got my wife or any of my actual Live in Relationship Partner.

My wife was my exclusive territory.

She was an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān  Beauty.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.

My only wife.

None without her or my exclusive express permission could even reach her.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD didn’t love me for my unique legendary sexual Hindu prowess.

She never needed it.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD loved me for my never compromising Multiversal Humanity, and for nothing else.

Sidrah Aħmad was one of my extremely loyal friends only.

Yes, I fuck Sidrah Aħmad.

Sidrah Aħmad also fucks me.

But that’s all we expect from each other.

Nothing else.

An altogether different kind of ethics.

Isn’t it.

Perhaps no other religion, except Hinduism only, allowed this kind of ethics ever and even praised it.

But Hinduism praised even the atheists dedicating their life for humanity.

Hinduism respected them even criticizing the declared Hindus if they were not so dedicated to humanity.

Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm   flipped up the fold-down armrest in my car.

She slid into the middle of the front seat, pulling me in with her to sit ‘shotgun’.

After I got in and started the car, she casually remarked as she settled in between us,

“Ooooh, between two guys, does it get any better than this for a gal?”

Leaning towards me as I was about to drive away, she gave me a long, tongue-probing kiss.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān hand traced slow patterns up and down my Hindu thigh, through my pants, producing my instant Hindu erection.

Breaking off the ashvinātam kiss with me, as Muħammad slipped the car into gear, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm winked at me, saying,

“Seems like, to be fair, I owe Durgesh a kiss more, don’t you think?” and turning her head towards me , she leaned over and gave me a sweet, soft kiss, her eyes quickly flashing up to Muħammad’s in a questioning look.

Muħammad smiled at her, nodded his head in approval, and drove away as Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm and I continued to kiss.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hand kept casually dropping onto my thigh as we did so.

Muħammad had already given me directions to his place, which I followed.

The sounds from us indicating that the soft, sweet ashvinātam kiss was getting a bit more intense.

“You’re a good kisser, Durgesh,” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm said in a passionate voice that betrayed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān female horniness, “Let’s try that again,”

Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm leaned into me once more.

This time with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hand behind my head and her awfully lovely outstanding superb Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān female body turned more towards me to better facilitate our ashvinātam kiss.

Muħammad glanced over and saw Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s nipples straining the fabric of her tee as we continued to kiss.

I was seemingly comfortable that Muħammad wasn’t going to throttle me for playing kissy-face with his extraordinary beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān  wife, though I was a Hindu.

Obviously, Muħammad was not one of the so crazy Musalmīn who could never bear sex between a Musalmān Beauty and a Hindu male, and killed them for doing it.

Such crazy Musalmīn were never updated.

They were not living in twenty first century at all.

For them the Time Cycle had stopped at Seventh Century, forever.

That’s why such Honor Killings for such backward Musalmīn were not only normal, it was their essence of existence even.

I was always careful about such crazy backward Musalmīn.

Being a multi zillionaire now it was not difficult for me to arrange for my safety and security first.

My wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, Kħadījah Muħammad, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Sidrah Aħmad, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, and my infinite Posthumans Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners were even more vigilant.

The terrorists Musalmīn always tried to kill me and my Musalmān Beauties but NEVER succeeded.

Moreover, every one of them, without even a single exception, was always punished by us, with intense humiliation.

They all were cuckolded to me and even to other Hindus by their own Musalmān houseladies.

They were made to lick our cum mixed with the cum of their Musalmān houseladies.

They were even compelled to drink our urine mixed with the urine of their Musalmān houseladies and their terrorist Musalmān mouths were being used as our toilets including the toilets for their own Musalmān houseladies too.

They were imprisoned in ultramodern ever-updated Kālchakr Tilism.

They never could run away from there.*

Kħālidah Qamar cordially shook hand with her Hindu stepfather’s, Durgesh’s; new Musalmān girlfriend, Furqān Ibrāhīm.

“Hi darling! This is Furqān Ibrāhīm…Furqān Ibrāhīm; this is my stepdaughter, Kħālidah Qamar.”

“Hi Furqān Ibrāhīm. At last, I have the chance to finally meet you. I heard a lot about you!”

Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, 39, a doctor and a colleague of her Hindu stepfather’s Durgesh at HVSI Hospital.

We had been dating for the past 4 months.

The Musalmān Beauty  facing her was pretty and petite.

Kħālidah Qamar guessed she was about 5 feet 4 inches in height and she had the most appealing laughter.

Her Hindu stepfather, I, incessantly made jokes at the table and she realized that I was happy to be with this Musalmān Beauty.

The dinner lasted 2 hours and Kħālidah Qamar genuinely liked Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.

She was much different from Mumtāz Yåqūb, her mother who had left her Abbū for me, 10 years ago.

Her Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, was a bombshell with huge tits, smoky grey eyes, blonde-ash hair and killer legs.

She could not be a ‘mother’ to Kħālidah Qamar, saying that domesticated life was a prison to her.

One day when Kħālidah Qamar was 9, she came back home from school finding her Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, had packed her suitcase in front of their house waiting for her ‘new Hindu lover, I,’ to take her away.

Kħālidah Qamar was devastated but since Mumtāz Yåqūb was not much of a Ammī to start with, Kħālidah Qamar continued her life happily with her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, and her loving Hindu dad had become both a Ammī and a father to her.

His numerous Musalmān girlfriends started to take care of Kħālidah Qamar, even if her own immensely Westernized Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, didn’t pay proper attention to her.

She loved me, the Hindu man, with all her heart, who even snatched away her extra ordinary beautiful Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, from her real Abbū.

“Thank you Durgesh, for the pleasant dinner. Thanks to you too Kħālidah Qamar.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ?” We kissed and I walked her to her car.

As we were driving home, Kħālidah Qamar noticed her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, was ceaselessly talking about Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.

How nice she was.

How well she could cook.

How caring she was.

How lovely her family was.

Kħālidah Qamar simply smiled and nodded to her Hindu stepdad with every remark that I made about her.

Kħālidah Qamar had to show that she cared about his happiness and Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, but deep down in her heart, she hated every single second of it.

Kħālidah Qamar loved her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, more than she even loved herself.

She could not bear the thought that she was going to share this man with Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.

She did not hate us, but she could not have her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, finding happiness in the arms of another Musalmān Beauty.

Only she could make her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, happy, not Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, as I was the center of her life.

“You are mine Durgesh Papa Jī. I’m your another Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I’d provide you everywhere as much sex as you love to have, not that bloody Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. Never.” She gritted her teeth to herself.

Kħālidah Qamar turned her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān head facing me.

She continued smiling and nodding with whatever I was saying.

At sixty-three even, I looked gorgeously hottest.

I was medium in height, as Hindus Lord Kr’shñ were, lean and compact with muscle as I was a very health-conscious Hindu man.

With my aquamarine eyes I was making Musalmān Beauties  from 15 to 60 years of age drooled over me.

Kħālidah Qamar was quite surprised that I was never tired of dating Musalmān Beauties.

“Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī,…you really like her, don’t you?” She suddenly asked.

“Think so Kħālidah Qamar. I’m so happy that you like her too. You like her don’t you?”

“Yes…I…do. I really do. She’s do different from my Ammī Mumtāz Yåqūb too.”

She noticed my countenance hardened with anger.

I could never forgive Mumtāz Yåqūb for neglecting Kħālidah Qamar; as I really loved her and her betrayal was too much for me.

Even her real Abbū knew that Mumtāz Yåqūb was cheating behind his back.

He did forgive her, but, nevertheless, she could never be a wife to him and an Ammī to his daughter.

Muħammad Qamar Sheikħ was the cuckold Musalmān husband, cuckolded to me by his extraordinary beautiful wife, Mumtāz Yåqūb.

Everyone was talking about Mumtāz Yåqūb me, and still he tried so hard to hold on to his marriage.

However, she finally left him for good.

She did come back and visit him three times for the past ten years, but Kħālidah Qamar hated her so much that their meeting always ended in disaster.

The car pulled into the driveway and stopped.

Her Hindu stepfather, I, was a caring and loving Dad.

Durgesh Papa Jī, that I was, undid her seatbelt for her and accidentally brushed my forearm across my young Musalmān stepdaughter’s ample young adult Musalmān tit.

I did not even notice.

I then kissed her on the temple lovingly before I opened the door and went out.

Yet, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān girl’s toes curled with the contact and her nipples contracted under her push-up bra.

She brought her fingers on the temple and touched where my lips kissed her skin while her other hand grasped her breast that was inflamed by her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī’s touch.

She imagined how my Hindu lips would travel even lower to her neck and licked her there while my hand would knead her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān tits.

My knock on the car window brought her back to her senses.

She was relieved that the window was tinted.

I opened the door for her and we walked hand in hand into the house.

I directly went into my reading room while Kħālidah Qamar went into the kitchen to have a glass of water.

When, she came out from the kitchen her Hindu stepfather, I, was at the bottom of the stairs on my way up to my bedroom.

“Durgesh Papa Jī? Can you please carry me up to my room like we used to?”

“Really Kħālidah Qamar? You’re too old for that. You’re 19 for Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā‘s sake!” I smiled.

“Oh…come on Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. Please!” She begged and she knew that her Durgesh Papa Jī could never say no to her whims.

“Come here.”

She was deliriously happy as she could straddle her Hindu stepfather, I, facing my handsome face.

My strong big Hindu hands were on her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān young adult ass supporting her weight.

Her lean legs were around my Hindu waist while her arms were around my neck.

She put her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head under my chin and drank the scent of my Hindu body making her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot quivered and juices started to flow.

She had to control her breathing because the movement made by me, as I was climbing the stairs, rocked and rubbed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against the material of my shirt.

Her nipples puckered with the contact and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot oozed more juices.

“Here we are princess.” I lowered her in front of the door to her bedroom.

“Sleep tight.” I kissed her lips and went into my bedroom.*

A flash of light lit her room and a rumble woke her up from sleep.

Kħālidah Qamar used to be frightened of thunderstorms, but no more.

Only she knew this.

I would come to her room and comfort her.

Sometimes, she could sleep in my bed until morning and feel the warmth of my Hindu body enveloping her.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!  Durgesh, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Thank God for thunderstorms!” Kħālidah Qamar muttered.

She bolted from her bed and quickly opened the door to her bedroom.

She scurried out from her room and she was joyful when she saw her Hindu stepfather, I, was already walking towards her room.

My chest was deliciously bare and her eyes could not help but stared at my hairy lean Hindu male chest.

“You okay baby?” I asked as I hugged her.

“I…I’m so scared Durgesh Papa Jī!” She cried and wrapped her arms around me and savored the warmth of my body radiating through the sheer silk nightgown she was wearing.

She was not wearing any bra or panties that night; and her nipples were pebble hard under the silk.

Kħālidah Qamar pushed her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body deeper into my Hindu male embrace and felt the delicious rapture of her excellent exquisite perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female lust.

“Come Kħālidah Qamar. Let’s go to my room.”

Her Hindu stepfather, I, wrapped her with the soft blanket.

I went to the other side of the bed and came to her side.

“Sleep Kħālidah Qamar. I’m here. Don’t worry.” I kissed the bridge of her nose, put my arm around her and drifted back into slumber.

She waited until I was sound asleep.

Then, she moved closer towards her Hindu stepfather, I, and removed the blanket from both of our bodies.

She then pushed down her nightgown to her tiny waist.

She touched my hand softly.

I did not stir.

She then brought her Durgesh Papa Jī’s Hindu hand inch by inch until it rested on her tit.

“Ah…,” she moaned feeling my warm Hindu hand on it.

Her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot started to drip more of her juices.

Her face came closer to my chest, licked my hairy chest.

I groaned in my sleep and the hand on her tit started massaging and kneading it roughly.

“Ah…Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ…love…you…tits.” I said with my eyes closed.

“Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ?!” she hissed and hated to imagine how her hot Durgesh Papa Jī fucked the dainty pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān doctor.

She raised her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body up slightly and guided her other tit to her Hindu stepfather, my warm Hindu lips.

My breath touched her nipple and it puckered even more.

She sucked her breath with the pleasure brought by it.

She then grazed my lower lip with her pebble-hard-nipple and she buckled with the sensation squeezing her legs to pressure her soaked excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Her Dad, ‘Durgesh Papa Jī’, slowly opened my lips and kissed hard on her nipple.

I used my teeth to nip on the sensitive bud of her breast with my eyes still shut.

“Ah…oh…Durgesh Papa Jī…ah!” Kħālidah Qamar whimpered and closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure.

Kħālidah Qamar was convinced that I was having the nicest dream as I was massaging and devouring her breasts.

I kept calling her Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.

I seemed to love the satiny salty tastes of her breast as I kept kissing it hard; and my hand squeezed and kneaded her tit.

I raised my left leg over her lean body and pressed my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund  softly onto her Musalmān pubic mound.

She moaned again and she called me Durgesh Papa Jī.

“Yes Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ…call me Durgesh.” I muttered on her breast.

I kissed her nipple hard and used the tip of my tongue to torture the pebble-hard nipple.

She moaned again calling me.

My expression suddenly changed in my sleep, I looked confused.

Kħālidah Qamar quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be sleeping.

My eyes flew opened and I saw my hand was on Kħālidah Qamar’s tit while my mouth on her other tit still kissing.

I seemed unable to stop my actions as I was experiencing the most pleasurable feeling touching my stepdaughter in such a way.

My 19-year-old stepdaughter was practically naked on my bed with her nightgown was now around her waist as it had also risen to her navel.

She had no panties and she was dripping with juices.

My Uncut Hindu Lund quivered with the sight.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, My God! Kħ…Kħ…Kħālidah Qamar, wake up honey.”

She continued to close her eyes and moaned even louder.

She was happy that her Hindu stepfather, I,  had not removed my hand on her tit and she sluggishly moved one hand, pressed it on her Hindu stepfather, My hand that was molding her tit; encouraging me more.

She could feel my Uncut Hindu Lund quivered in my pajama.

“Oh… Kħālidah Qamar…this is not happening.” She could hear me say; nevertheless, I did not take away my hand from her tit.

She opened her legs and nudged me a little with her wet opened excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I had moved from her tit and looked down her length.

And she could feel my whole body froze.

May be I was shocked with what about to happen.

I was about to fuck my hot Musalmān stepdaughter.

To her disappointment, I slowly removed her hand from hers.

Then, I lifted the hand from her tit and covered my stepdaughter’s navel with the silk nightgown.

I too covered her with the blanket and in the cloak of darkness; she could see I was jerking off my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund through her semi-closed lid.

I went into the bathroom.

Kħālidah Qamar felt her eyes stung with frustration and turned to her right, with her back to the bathroom.

Her nipples and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot were still quivering from lust.

She inserted one finger in her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and fingered herself hard.

She bit her lower lips to prevent herself from moaning loud in her Hindu stepfather, my bed.

She inserted another finger and shuddered with pleasure.

Her mind was spinning with images of her naked Hindu stepfather ramming my Uncut Hindu Lund into her wet excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, into her mouth and she, sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She cum under the blanket and later brought her fingers into her mouth.

Kħālidah Qamar licked the juices.

Her Hindu stepfather, I, came out from the bathroom after sometime and I slipped back into bed.

I was behind her and I drew her closer into my embrace nuzzling her neck.

Suddenly, Kħālidah Qamar felt my tongue licked her neck and nipped her earlobe while my hand grasped her breast.

I for quite some time kneaded her tit and I moved my hand lower and rubbed her mound that was covered with the thin material of her nightgown.

Kħālidah Qamar felt thrilled that I was actually lusting for her.

To her frustration, as fast as it happened, it ended.

She steeled herself from the overwhelming disappointment.

I then kissed her on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head, turned to my other side and slept.*

Kħālidah Qamar woke up the next day when she could feel the sun’s ray on her face.

She opened her eyes and quickly searched for her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, on her left.

I was not there.

She put her hand on the bed where I had lain and it was cold.

She was frustrated with the knowledge.

She could hear that I had gone downstairs and the kettle was whistling.

She rose from the bed and went to her bedroom.

She washed her face in her small bathroom and brushed her teeth thinking what to do with her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī,.

When she entered the kitchen, I was facing the window looking out to the garden behind our house.

She crept towards me and hugged my warm body from behind.

She could feel my body froze up.

She pressed her ample tits onto my warm back just to tempt me more.

Her hands deliberately went lower down my abdomen and stayed there.

She could feel how her Hindu stepfather, I, tried to steel myself from her touch.

“Morning Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī!”

“Oh……morning Kħālidah Qamar.”

She then tipped-toed and kissed my left temple and let me go.

“What’s for breakfast?”

I turned to face her and she noted that I was averting from looking into her eyes and I looked flustered.

“Breakfast? Well…What do you want? Toast? Scrambled eggs?

“Toast would be fine Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī.”

As the Hindu stepfather and Musalmān stepdaughter ate our breakfast that morning, we were in silence.

Kħālidah Qamar was still in her silk nightgown and she purposely let one strap of the nightgown fell down her shoulder exposing the generous swell of her right breast.

“Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī,? What are doing today?” she asked.

I moved my eyes from the newspaper and she noticed her Dad.

My eyes darted to the swell of her tit, and then to her face, unconsciously back to her tit, and back to her face.

I swallowed hard.

She rejoiced that her plan was set in motion.

“There is some stuff I got to do. Yeah…stuff…things to do.” My eyes glanced at her boobs.

“And…and tonight I’m going out with…with…Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. We have a movie to catch. You?”

“I wanna stay home today. Maybe do some sunbathing or swimming.”

“Okay… Kħālidah Qamar. Will you excuse me? I want to…to…,”

“To what Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī?”

“To do…stuff, Kħālidah Qamar! Stuff!”

“Are you okay Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī? Did you sleep well last night? You seem…weird.”

“Yes…yes I did sleep well last night. W…why are you asking?” My eyes dilated.

“You’re so restless and fidgety.”

“Fidgety? No!” I rose from my chair and left her.*

She put on her bright yellow bikini; looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.

She went downstairs and went into her Hindu stepfather, my reading room where I was lying on a divan with a cushion under my head reading a book.

She moved to the sofa and her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, slowly put down the book on my crotch.

My eyes widened and they raked her young toned Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body while my tongue licked my lips gravely.

“I’m going for a swim Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. Wanna join me?”

“Sālī,” I gritted my teeth.

Kħālidah Qamar was gradually becoming bolder with me.

“I want to read this book.” I smiled, “so naturally I can’t join you.”

“Durgesh Papa Jī! Are you sure? It’s about telescopes. Come on Dad, Let’s go for a swim.” She insisted.

“You go Kħālidah Qamar. I’m fine.”

“Oh Dad! Come on…please?” She went down her knees and held my right arm tightly against her bikini clad tits.

She deliberately squished my arm to her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.

She tugged my arm so that I could feel her nipples and the softness of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.

Then she wrapped my upper Hindu body with her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān female arms.

Her breasts now were sandwiched between her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body and my strong wide Hindu chest.

She could feel I tried to take away my body, but she didn’t allow me to do so.

Now I was trying my best not to breathe hard.

“Please…Durgesh Papa Jī? Swim with me?”

“Try to understand darling. No…I…can’t…no…I don’t want to swim today!”

Kħālidah Qamar rose.

She tugged my left arm to pull me up from the divan.

I was too strong and I resisted.

Kħālidah Qamar pulled again.

I then jerked my arm too strongly.

I saw Kħālidah Qamar flew, and fell flat on my lean body with her excellent young adult hot female Musalmān body between my Hindu legs.

Her generous tits were on my face while her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was exactly on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

My ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund immediately responded to her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

It opened her labial lips and my knob was inside before I could do anything.

I couldn’t understand how it happened.

She felt the delicious feeling of my Hindu breath on the soft skin of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.

“Ops Durgesh Papa Jī! I’m sorry.” Kħālidah Qamar raised her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body up while holding my shoulders.

My eyes were staring at her spilling dangling tits just inches from my mouth.

She deliberately slipped her hold on my shoulder, making her right tit squashed on my mouth.

I closed my eyes and swallowed a groan.

“So sorry Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. I’m so clumsy!” the young adult smart Musalmān girl wiggled between my Hindu legs trying to get up and she could feel the wonderful tantalizing feeling of my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund between her young adult virgin Musalmān labial lips.

She slid to her left and rose from the divan.

She smiled when she saw my Uncut Hindu Lund grew in between her labial lips.

I looked grave with what had just happening between my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter and me.

Nevertheless, Kħālidah Qamar knew that her plan was unfolding itself and her Hindu stepfather, I, now lusted for her.

Yes, I was trying to hide it from her behind my seniority, majority and gravity.

But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had trained her properly,

“Don’t let him succeed ever. He is your husband, your lover, and not—NOT your father.”

“But he is forty four years elder to me.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled mischievously,

“It does not make his Uncut Hindu Lund limp for you, idiot.”

“Instead,” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled, “it makes Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund harder for you.”

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD smiled,

“Only Durgesh is the perfect husband for us entire Musalmān Beauties, Kħālidah Qamar. Never forget.”

“I want all of us, his entire Musalmān stepdaughters I mean, his Live in Relationship Partners.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan announced, “Durgesh is our Hindu husband, NOT our Hindu father. We are not responsible that our Ammīs joined his bed before us.”

The entire episode whirled before her eyes and that made her so thrilled and happy.

“Fine Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī.” Kħālidah Qamar suddenly changed her strategy, “I’ll swim by myself.”

She said after sometime and left the reading room.*

Suddenly I heard her scream.

“Help! Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī! Help me!” She screamed and bobbed her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body in the water.

“Durgesh Papa Jī! Help me…Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī!”

She could hear the door being opened roughly and sank her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body deeper into the swimming pool.

Within seconds, she could feel my arms around her waist and pulled her out from the pool.

I was breathing hard and I looked worried.

I wiped her hair away from her face and touched her face.

“You okay…baby? What…happened?”

“Leg…cramps.”

“Where?” Her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, glided my hands on her wet legs.

“The right one.”

I then kneaded and massaged her right thigh.

From her knee, I slowly kneaded the muscle up to the juncture of her thigh.

My eyes all of a sudden looked into her.

“Kħālidah Qamar …your muscles are okay.” There was a long pause. “Your muscles are not experiencing any cramps…right?” her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, asked.

“I do have cramps in my muscle Durgesh Papa Jī. Here.” She grasped my hand on her thigh and pressed it onto her wet soaking mound covered with the flimsy yellow bikini.

She then pressed her legs tightly together and moaned.

I snatched my hand away and rose to my feet.

I was breathing hard and my eyes were clouded with immensely suppressed lust for her.

Kħālidah Qamar could see my Uncut Hindu Lund swelled in my wet trousers.

I covered my face with my hands, turned around and sat on one of the lounge chairs near the pool.

“What’s wrong with me? And…What’s gotten into you Kħālidah Qamar? If you hate Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, just tell me. Y…you don’t have to do this.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh…God! What is happening to me? I am lusting over my own stepdaughter!” I whimpered looking up to the blue sky as if asking to Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, the God, why I couldn’t I control this lust for my young stepdaughter.

Kħālidah Qamar gradually rose from her spot and walked towards me.

I was still distraught by my reaction and my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s actions.

She knelt near my legs and held my left thigh.

“Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī…I don’t hate Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. Really. But…I want…you.” Kħālidah Qamar acknowledged to me bravely.

My eyes flew to her face.

“I always wanted you Durgesh Papa Jī. And…and… I just can’t lose you to her!” her eyes were welling with tears.

“Oh KĦĀLIDAH QAMAR! You don’t want me. I’m your stepfather. I’m old, not young like…Pragýésh.”

“I dumped him Durgesh Papa Jī! he never fucked me. When he tried to, I refused him even to allow touching me. I could only imagine that it was your Uncut Hindu Lund inside me Durgesh Papa Jī always. Filling my Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”

I was dumbfounded.

I never imagined Kħālidah Qamar could go to this extent ever.

Why have I to be defeated always by my own wives?

In the ever first Satyug, Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī successfully defeated me in banning the marriages of Brahmkanyās to the then Brāhmañs.

Entire Brahmarshis supported her, not me.

They succeeded in making the new law:

‘Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv  Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté.’

‘Only Savarñā wife is constituted for Shūdr, none else.’

—Manu Smr’ti: 9|157

My ever second wife Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza herself is Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī.

Sherza succeed then.

And the same Time Cycle is once again making herrza victorious in her every movement:

‘‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’’

Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

‘Al Jihād no incest’

Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī succeeded then.

Now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is succeeding.

The Time Cycle is helping her in almost her every movement.

Chapter 6

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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



An underworld Don:6

An underworld Don

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Knowing that it was useless to protest, Kħadījah Al Kubrah opened her extremely stunning Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth and sucked my slimy Uncut Hindu Cockhead inside.

Her mind went to the past.

When she was elected a Member of Parliament.

Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān cleared her throat and smiled at the VIP audience,

“Ms. Returning Officer, Ladies and Gentlemen. Quiet, please!”

Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān was not astonished with the election results.

It was natural.

After all, it was not a normal election.

The UPA Government had to resign due to its complete failure in every field.

After so many scams, resulting into 2g Spectrum scam, what else it could do.

It was very brilliant of Kħadījah Al Kubrah and Muħammad that they never broke their social and personal relations with NDA persons.

It was NDA almost everywhere now.

UPA had to pay the price for its immense incompetence and foreign support.

In the body of the hall, Mrs. Jamīlah Narendrnāth Sharmā patted her blue rosette and eyed her intelligent husband, Narendrnāth Sharmā, with a pride.

Jamīlah was proud of herself that she took right decision at the right time.

She was an active member of Jamåt-e- Islāmī.

She married Maulānā Bashārat Ħusain.

But she never knew Maulānā Bashārat Ħusain was a Pakistani agent.

When he was arrested, Jamīlah Ibrāhīm felt cheated and betrayed by her anti national criminal husband.

To punish him profoundly and to demonstrate that how much she hated Maulānā Bashārat Ħusain and the persons like him, Jamīlah Ibrāhīm married Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā, an RSS member.

The count had gone well and both the husband and wife, Dr. Jamīlah Ibrāhīm and Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā, were now Members of Parliament from NDA.

Dr. Jamīlah Ibrāhīm was not punished for the anti national activities of her former husband, Maulānā Bashārat Ħusain.

Instead, she was rewarded for her new marriage with Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā, an RSS member.

Both fought on different tickets, however.

Despite every effort from Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā, BJP could not manage to give a ticket to Dr. Jamīlah Ibrāhīm.

Dr. Jamīlah Ibrāhīm fought on the ticket of Jamåt-e- Islāmī Hind, and won.

Jamåt-e- Islāmī Hind was interested in demonstrating that it was not with Maulānā Bashārat Ħusain.

He did, what he did, on his own accord.

Jamåt-e- Islāmī Hind was not responsible for his anti national activities.

Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā was a good man, honorable and courageous.

He was brilliant even.

Muħammad Afzal, a JDU candidate, hugged his wife gladly.

The television monitor now proclaimed a NDA victory despite all the media.

It was a shame media favored Congress despite CWG, Adarsh Housing Society Scam and 2g Spectrum Scam even.

It argued that the Congress was not responsible for it.

The voters rejected the media and voted profoundly in the favor of a NDA Government.

They continued Bihar Assembly Verdict.

Muħammad Afzal’s beautiful wife, Nasīm Irfān, could hold back her tears of gratitude, no longer.

The pair was joined by women from Muħammad Afzal’s campaign team, arms around each other in mutual happiness while their men stood around bewildered, examining the paper scattered floor, shuffling their feet with no words for their distress.

Abhilāsh Vikramāditý stubbed out a forbidden cigarette, punched a number on his mobile, and spoke urgently into the mouthpiece.

It was middle of nowhere.

Editor’s revenge, no doubt.

He shouldn’t have announced that he was leaving Times of India for a much better job in HVSI Times.

No more ennui, no more tedium, at magistrates’ courts reporting poll tax and social security dodgers, no more penning obsequious rubbish of visiting royals and local politicians.

On the HVSI Times, Abhilāsh Vikramāditý could at last write the truth, and show them all up for the hypocrites they were.

He was fed up of biased reporting.

Times of India was never an unbiased paper.

It always favored UPA.

Thank Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

HVSI Times has no such obligations.

Not even to NDA.

HVSI Times was dedicated to the truth and truth only.

In a corner, Ajaý Yogtantrdhar, a Jan Shakti candidate, was looking through in a cardboard box.

Beside him, his wife, Stella Parker, clutched a small chocolate cake and a lighter.

“I’m sure I put it in here.” Ajaý Yogtantrdhar, the Jan Shakti candidate, said.

“Try your trousers, darling.” his wife, Stella Parker, suggested happily.

With an impatient gesture, Ajaý Yogtantrdhar thrust his hand inside a trouser pocket, found the white candle he was seeking and put it exactly on the cake.

“There,” Ajaý Yogtantrdhar said, “we are ready.”

Silently, his wife, Stella Parker, prayed he would now never go back to be a lowly clerk and indulge now in changing the world.

Ajaý Yogtantrdhar had always dreamed of it.

He tried his best for BJP ticket.

He could not get it.

JDU offered him a ticket but Ajaý Yogtantrdhar said,

“Thank you very much for the offer, Dayānand, but I’m sorry. I think JDU is not pro Hindu.”

The president of local JDU unit, Dayānand Shrīvats, smiled,

“We are not anti Hindu either, Ajaý.”

“Yes.”

“You hate anti Hindu parties such as Congress, RJD, LJS, BSP, SP, etc. not us, I think.”

“You are right, Dayānand.” Ajaý Yogtantrdhar smiled, “yet, nevertheless, I’m a pro Hindu, and want to keep my identity as such.”

Dayānand Shrīvats, smiled,

“Ajaý, I think you are converting yourself into a communal Hindu day by day, from a pro Hindu.”

Hindus are always denied even justice, do you know?”

“JDU is never responsible for it, the anti Hindu parties such as Congress, RJD, LJS, BSP, SP, etc. are.”

“I know, I know. Our democracy is great. Isn’t it?” Ajaý Yogtantrdhar laughed ironically, “it hates the majority people and fights for the rights of minorities only. The selfish shamelesses deliberately forget, it was the majority who sacrificed more in the freedom war for independence.”

Congressperson Nādirah Ħabīb was dying for a cigarette.

She cursed the large ‘No Smoking’ signs hung around the echoing hall.

A stiff whiskey would have gone down well too.

It was two o’clock in the morning.

Congressperson Nādirah Ħabīb had been without sleep since the previous Tuesday.

On the day before the election, Nādirah Ħabīb had found herself with 10, 000 recently printed leaflets and only two exhausted helpers left out of the optimistic roomful who had nominated her.

Immensely afraid of CWG, Adarsh Housing Society Scam and 2g Spectrum Scam, Sonia Gandhi had decided this time to ticket most of the Musalmān lady candidates who had either married the Hindus, or were having affairs with Hindus.

After all the disaster Congress was facing continuously since Bihar Assembly debacle, Sonia Gandhi’s this strategy paid her mostly however.

UPA lost most of the seats, but not the ones fought with this winning strategy.

Nādirah Ħabīb and her two helpers grimly spent the hours of darkness delivering to their best areas, falling over dogs, disturbing some burglars, meeting astonished milkwomen as dawn broke.

Thank Allah, Nādirah Ħabīb got their votes.

Her strategy to help even poorest Musalmān Beauties providing them jobs of milkwomen at least on the dairies of her own influence, had worked in her favor immensely.

Their foolish husbands opposed it.

But Nādirah Ħabīb was a vowed feminist.

She fought with their foolish husbands to every extent possible for her.

“Why don’t we seek the help of Durgesh?” her election secretary, Zamurrad Sultānah had suggested.

Nādirah Ħabīb laughed shrewdly,

“Why do you think we sleep with the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt else?”

Zamurrad Sultānah winked at her.

“I helped the poorest Musalmān Beauties even selectively.”

“What do you mean?”

“They are poorest in money, not in beauty.”

Nādirah Ħabīb slapped Zamurrad Sultānah on her back.

“You mean we can use them for Durgesh’s infinite insatiable sexual lust for us Musalmān Beauties?”

“They are poorest but not uneducated. I was working on them for a long time.”

At the TV a presenter was trying to get Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān to wind up, so that the program could catch the declarations from everywhere.

Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān, was enjoying herself immensely.

Since she surrendered to Durgesh at San Diego, there was everything good in her life now.

Of course Durgesh takes care of his women.

Naåīmah Furqān couldn’t deny that Durgesh was behind her recent success to achieve her goal to be the new Election Commissioner of India.

First Durgesh helps his women, then his women help him.

Durgesh does not only enjoy lovemaking with his women, he studies them profoundly.

He knows his women deeply.

What their weaknesses are and what their strength, Durgesh studies completely.

And then, without even allowing them to be aware of it, Durgesh starts to remove their weaknesses and strengthen their strength.

Suddenly one day, she finds herself all in good.

She realizes it’s because Durgesh loves her.

She surrenders entirely to Durgesh indebted and in gratitude.

It is the way Durgesh established his Sex Empire with extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties of every sect of Islam.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s own result had come an hour earlier.

She had won with a great 1, 60, 000 NDA majority from BJP itself.

After a quick celebratory drink, Kħātūn-e-Jannat dashed over to the studio, picking up the increasingly good news on her car radio.

Soon, Kħātūn-e-Jannat was teasing the devastated Congress spokesman unmercifully.

“You said an eighteen year teenager can’t win the election, don’t you? Now what do you say?”

Albert Abraham could not believe he has been proved wrong.

An eighteen year teenager didn’t only win the election, she defeated the veteran Congressman, Mushtāq Muħammad by 1, 60, 000 votes, and that even from a Muslim majority constituency.

Bihar Assembly result had horrified not only anti Hindu political parties and politicians, it had horrified the communal Musalmīn too.

Both Saudi Arabia and Iran were startled.

They were playing their political games in India right from the Islamic Counter Revolution.

Yet they were never so afraid of true Musalmīn.

Allah, if the true Musalmīn join true Hindus, what would happen of their own communal politics?

Saudi Arabia represents Sunni Musalmīn.

Iran represents Shiå Musalmīn.

But true Musalmīn refuse to accept such divisions in Ummat-e-Muslimah at all.

Has Ummat-e-Muslimah to face a new Counter Revolution to the old Counter Revolution of Karbala?

Is the true Islam winning once again?

Allah Allah!

Regretfully Kħātūn-e-Jannat turned to the monitor.

What she saw, pleased Kħātūn-e-Jannat very much.

Saiyadah Fātimah had made a back in Vijay Nagar Jabalpur.

She had done very well.

A good woman.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat remembered her Ammījān, Kħadījah Al Kubrah told her she spoke there in Saiyadah Fātimah’s first election campaign in 1972 AD, 38 years ago.

It was a midterm election, as the current election itself was.

Since then Saiyadah Fātimah had consolidated herself nicely.

Her reward tonight was a solid 1, 75,000 majority.

Absolutely safe.

Though Kħātūn-e-Jannat always wonders, is there any seat really absolutely safe ever, in politics?

Imam Ashraf’s old seat in Adhartal Jabalpur was as safe as houses, of course.

But Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī defeated Imam Ashraf successfully now.

Only because Durgesh supported Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī?

No, there must be something else too.

Whatsoever her private life was, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān lady.

Yes, her private sexual life was rotten before Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī submitted to Durgesh.

But Imam Ashraf was nobody’s saint himself.

He was and still is a loyal Congressperson.

But what the Congress has given to the residents of Adhartal so far?

Can anyone deny it has become more and more unsafe for even the law abiding Musalmīn?

Only a criminal/criminal minded can survive there.

Uneducated/under educated Musalmīn have become more and more powerful there, bribing the similarly uneducated/under educated Mullahs and Maulavīs to support them religiously, socially and politically.

And Imam Ashraf never supported the sufferers.

He always conspired with the powerful Hindus and the powerful Musalmīn whether they were right or wrong.

It had gone worst when Muħammad Åbdullah, an IAS Musalmān Officer, lost his extremely beautiful IAS Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife, Kħadījah Munawwarah, to a corrupt Congressman, Arjun Singh Rāŧhore.

Only because Arjun Singh Rāŧhore was a powerful Congressman, a minister, Kħadījah Munawwarah ISA ultimately had to surrender to him.

Muħammad Åbdullah, the IAS Musalmān Officer, fought his best to keep his extremely beautiful IAS Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife, Kħadījah Munawwarah, to himself, but corrupt, Congress generated and supported, political system humiliated Muħammad Åbdullah, the IAS Musalmān Officer, very much.

It caused him surrender even his other beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān houseladies to other corrupt Congressmen.

Muħammad Åbdullah, the IAS Musalmān Officer, lost and lost more and more as he fought with Arjun Singh Rāŧhore.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī capitalized on such incidents.

They were not small in number.

In fact they were countless.

Imam Ashraf supported, almost in all the cases, the corrupt Congressmen.

Most of the beautiful Musalmān ladies in Adhartal were forced thus to serve those corrupt Congressmen on their bed.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī came in the support of the sufferers, and the sufferers consequently supported her, ignoring her former private sexual life altogether.

In the hall, Muħammad put his arm around his victorious wife Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah didn’t know Muħammad knew of her sexual relations with me.

“You’ve made it, darling.” Muħammad whispered and kissed his wife.

“Thank you, Muħammad.”Kħadījah Al Kubrah smiled at her husband.

She wondered whether he was really an underworld Don and a terrorist.

Is Durgesh right?

Kħadījah Al Kubrah controlled the tears of euphoria, fatigue, gratefulness and an extraordinary outlandish awareness that a part of their life was changing forever.

She stepped back from Muħammad, straightened his tie and adjusted the silky green rosette.

“Do I look all right, Muħammad?”Kħadījah Al Kubrah asked smiling at her husband.

Muħammad nodded.

“You look lovely, as ever, Kħadījah. Fresh as a daisy. I don’t know how you do it. I’m worn-out.”

Kħadījah Al Kubrah glanced musingly towards the platform.

“We’ll have to get used to a different pace of life now, I guess. Hope you can cope.”

Muħammad squeezed Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s hand quickly,

“I will, Kħadījah. I promise.”

Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān, cleared her throat and stepped forward to the microphone.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the result for the Jabalpur election is as follows. I’ll announce the names in alphabetical order.”

“You are a prat, Naåīmah.” I murmured to her affectionately, “Eīshānāý Parambrahmañé Paramātmané, get on with it.”

“Anīs Sulémān, fifteen thousand five hundred ninety nine.” Naåīmah Furqān announced.

The people in the room clapped energetically.

Anīs Sulémān lost, meaning NDA Candidate has won.

Anīs Sulémān turned out to be pretty useless for Congress and UPA both.

“Bilqīs Durrānī Fifty thousand eight hundred fifty nine votes.”

The Congressman’s wife smiled acquiescently through her tears.

A worn out cheer went around the hall.

Yes, the Congress and UPA both lost but not all the Congresspersons.

“Chānd Muħammad Chaudharī, nine thousand.”

A pitiful jeering, mocking, rose from NDA supporters.

Chānd Muħammad Chaudharī was one more Congressman lost the election so pitifully.

Bihar Assembly result really started the all time disaster for the anti Hindu parties such as Congress, RJD, LJS, BSP, SP, etc.

It had to be sooner or later.

Congress never tried to understand the feelings of the Hindus.

It continued the rotten policies of ignoring Hindus’ interests the British resorted to after 1857.

Congress had forgotten every injustice initiates unsatisfaction.

The British wanted it deliberately to destroy the communal harmony between Hindus and Musalmīn.

If Congress did not mean the same thing it should never continue such a destructive policy.

Yet, it did.

Observing the continuous political success of the anti Hindu policies of Congress, other more anti Hindu parties such as Congress, RJD, LJS, BSP, SP, etc. came into existence, and beat Congress in its own dirty game.

Yet, these anti Hindu parties such as Congress, RJD, LJS, BSP, SP, etc. had forgotten to take the most important historical lesson from our freedom fight.

Even after dividing Hindus and Musalmīn as profoundly as the Musalmīn were adamant for not less than Pakistan, the British had ultimately to go from India.

They sinned without gain.

If Congress hadn’t turned out into a hereditary party, its leaders would have understood their own final debacle.

The other the anti Hindu parties such as RJD, LJS, BSP, SP, etc. would have understood their own final debacle, if they had their own original political thinking.

The natural laws governing the Multiverse are scientific.

And unfortunately science doesn’t have any kindness whatsoever.

Bihar Assembly result started the final debacle of all the anti Hindu parties such as Congress, RJD, LJS, BSP, SP, etc.

And now it’s the end of political anti Hinduism.

It couldn’t survive ultimately as the British rule couldn’t.

The history repeated itself, as it always does.

Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān, smiled at the winner Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, ingratiatingly.

It would do no harm to be in well with the new Member of Parliament.

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”Naåīmah Furqān boomed portentously, self-importantly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted to remember this moment for ever.

It was the success she had dreamed of always.

Now she was more able to help her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.

Her Ammījān had left her Abbū in greatest humiliation, in greatest mortification.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had to become a Member of Parliament herself as her Ammījān was.

Yes, Durgesh is the best.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself knows it now.

But her Ammījān was successfully living with her Abbū.

She herself was the result of their mutual love for each other.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ears tuned in to the soft whispering noises in the expectant silence around her.

They tuned in to the sound of papers rustling, the jostling of green rosette friends gathered by the platform, the hiss of the ventilation system overhead, the isolated pop of flash bulbs, the muted crackling of a policewoman’s radio, a train whistling faintly in the distance.

“Two lac ninety thousand nine hundred ninety nine.”Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān, bellowed, “I hereby declare Ms. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to be duly elected Member of Parliament for Sadar Jabalpur.”

Unable to hide her partisanship, her political leanings, any longer, Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān, waved the paper over her head with a flourish, with a boom, as if she herself were the winner.

Even the counters joined the applause.

It was expressing not so much delight in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s victory as a friendly welcome to their new Member of Parliament.

All evening Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had been the object of curious scrutiny.

Would she win?

Would she laugh?

Top marks for appearance:

The extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān young lady would certainly make a splash with that good figure and golden blonde hair.

Would she be strong enough?

A woman?

Well, it was not a serious question now.

So many women have proved their strength now.

What did her father, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, think of having to play number two to his own daughter?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was itching to get down from the platform to mix with the party supporters who were vigorously shaking champagne bottles to make the corks explode.

Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān, and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ladies friends, stalwarts all in green, were jumping up and down in enthusiasm and calling her to join them.

Councilor Altāf Muħammad was looking so elated Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan worried he might have a heart attack.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was in a daze.

She made a breathless little speech of thanks, then her beaten opponents made theirs in descending order.

Now only one more candidate was left to take the floor.

Lailah Tayyab stepped forward confidently, put her mouth too close to the microphone and began to speak.

Both NDA and UPA party workers were becoming restless.

Lailah Tayyab flourished the cake and began fumbling with the lighter.

She seemed to take for ever.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan signaled the NDA young woman and the two edged sideways off the platform followed by the JDU woman, leaving Lailah Tayyab muttering a still crowded magnetism over the lighted candle.

Abhilāsh Vikramāditý , watching from the sidelines, took out his notebook.

‘New NDA Member of Parliament walks off platform at count.’ Abhilāsh Vikramāditý  wrote crisply, ‘New NDA Member of Parliament, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, ignored fellow candidates’—he would put the names later— ‘when she trailed off the platform immediately her own result was announced, ignoring the usual courtesies. Her own party workers commented adversely about her rudeness.’

Abhilāsh Vikramāditý  would have to make up some suitable quotes:

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s behavior foretells ill for her career in Parliament as an honorable Member of Parliament.

Perhaps her future colleagues should be warned.

This young lady may have to be taken down a peg or two.’

Abhilāsh Vikramāditý checked his scribbling.

Not bad, really.

More like HVSI Times than TOI.

Roll on Parliament Street; roll on fame as one of the country’s best investigative reporters.

The future beckoned brightly, and not only for the glamorous Ms. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Chapter 7

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

48. Making love and understanding everything

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

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90. The Extent

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

92.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

93. Three sons three Ammīs

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

112.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

123. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

124. The everincreasing infinite lust

125. The women in my life

126. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

29. Kabhī nahīn chāhā

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


An underworld Don:5

An underworld Don

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Durgesh Kħadījah Al Kubrah

The anal pleasure

It was their policy that a closed door meant PRIVATE.

But an open door was regarded as an invitation to look.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah cursed her luck at being caught unprepared.

She quickly returned to the kitchen, placed all the dishes in the washer and returned to her bedroom.

She had to do something with her dripping Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah went into the bathroom, stripped off her robe, and wiped away the trail of cum from her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah wanted to shower, again but my words stopped her.

Standing in front of the full length mirror, Kħadījah Al Kubrah inspected her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān nakedness for obvious signs that could indicate to Muħammad and the girls, anything of a suspicious nature.

Already, serious questions could be raised about the dishes in the sink as well as Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s noting of her unmade bed.

Seeing it as rumbled as it was, especially if the stains were noted.

It was very unusual for Kħadījah Al Kubrah to fail to make her bed.

Someone might conclude what had happened there.

Durgesh fucked her.

Durgesh fucked her to her heart’s content.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah couldn’t deny Durgesh was providing her the best sex she needed very much.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah couldn’t deny her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt was deeply indebted of Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock that it visited her.

It was the only optimum cock for Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah couldn’t deny it.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt couldn’t deny it.

But what was Muħammad’s fault?

If Kħadījah Al Kubrah finds Muħammad not suitable for her why doesn’t Kħadījah Al Kubrah divorce Muħammad and marry Durgesh?

Because Durgesh is a Hindu, and he is already married?

Damn Jawahar Lal Nehru.

The idiot never knew how the Musalmān Beauties needed polygamy of Hindus.

Sālā Pandit!

They all call him Pandit Jawahar Lal Nehru.

If he was a Pandit what the other Hindus are who never are afraid of anyone?

If he was a Pandit what the other Hindus are who never are afraid of any Musalmān?

If he was a Pandit what the other Hindus are who never are afraid of even the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah?

Turning back to the mirror, Kħadījah Al Kubrah spread her legs slightly and arched her hips forward.

Her bare Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt showed smooth and clean on the outside.

Maybe Muħammad would like it that way, too.

Durgesh says Muħammad is an underworld Don and a terrorist.

Durgesh is constantly punishing Muħammad for it.

Durgesh has fucked Kħadījah Al Kubrah even to punish Muħammad.

Allah!

Is it really true?

Durgesh hasn’t fucked Kħadījah Al Kubrah because Kħadījah Al Kubrah is incredibly beautiful?

She has been married with Muħammad for 17 years now.

She is an Ammī of four equally beautiful daughters.

Yet, the people think Kħadījah Al Kubrah is her eldest daughter’s elder sister.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah is one of those luckiest women who are more and more beautiful and young as their age increases.

Thank Allah!

That’s why she is a Panjvaqtah Namāzī without fail.

She can’t ever forget this rare bounty of Allah Subħān wa tålā on her.

Rubbing gently across her bare Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt, her finger contacted her sensitive clit, sending a wave of pleasure through her.

The warm stickiness of the juices coated her fingers as Kħadījah Al Kubrah raised her hand to her extremely beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān lips, tasting me and remembering my incredible yet true Hindu hardness inside her.

Shaking her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān head to ignore those thoughts, Kħadījah Al Kubrah went to her drawers and removed a clean pair of panties and bra.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah placed a thin panty liner in the crotch to prevent the seepage and slipped the panties on.

Her bra was next and Kħadījah Al Kubrah fastened the little clips, twisted the cups around to the front and bending forward, Kħadījah Al Kubrah let her protruding tits fit comfortably and adjusted the shoulder straps.

Her dress followed, covering her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān nakedness and making Kħadījah Al Kubrah seem as a normal wife and Ammī.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah made the bed and noticed the two large stains from our couplings.

Each were allowed to form as Kħadījah Al Kubrah sat unknowingly between my legs, sucking, and licking My Uncut Hindu Cock and balls.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah returned to the living room and watched TV until Zaynab returned from her friend’s house.

She prepared the dinner and asked each one how their day had been.

Receiving an affirmative answer, they made small talk until the meal was over.

It was only after the dinner that Kħadījah Al Kubrah realized that where Zaynab sat, was the exact spot where Kħadījah Al Kubrah laid with her legs spread so wide and let me make her ‘My Sunni Musalmān Beauty’.

The evening passed uneventful with the girls and Kħadījah Al Kubrah watching a bit of TV and later Kħātūn-e-Jannat saying that she had homework to do and went to her room.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah watched her move about the room picking up her school books to take with her.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah marveled at her grace and figure.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat was maturing at a faster rate and her breasts filled out her sweaters and blouses very well, not as full as Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s were but more perky, more lively, more sprightly, more frisky, more playful, more spry, more animated, more vivacious, more energetic.

With her figure, filling out the way it was, would make her very popular with the Hindu boys, Kħadījah Al Kubrah had no doubt.

Yes, Kħadījah Al Kubrah did not want her daughters do the same mistake Kħadījah Al Kubrah herself did.

The Musalmīn have lost even their respect among human beings.

All the educated persons either hate Musalmīn or sympathize with them.

The Faith Freedom.Org is constantly exposing Musalmīn successfully.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah does not want a Musalmān husband/lover for her daughters.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah wants a Hindu husband/lover for them.

She is a responsible Ammī.

Dr. Ali Sina says,

Every Musalmān is a terrorist or a potential terrorist.’

Kħadījah Al Kubrah would never compromise that any of her daughters would have a terrorist husband/lover.

Zaynab yawned and said, “Ammījān, I miss Abbū being here.”

“So do I, Dear! But you know Abbū has a new job, a better job and will be making a higher salary, I think we can give him up for one night, don’t you?”

“Yes, I suppose… But if you get lonesome in bed and want someone to sleep with you. I will.” She smiled so solemnly.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah laughed, letting her know that she appreciated her offer.

“I will certainly keep that in mind, sweetheart!” Kħadījah Al Kubrah kissed her on the cheek. “Now, off the bed you go.”

Kħadījah Al Kubrah watched her daughter walk away.

She was growing and maturing so fast.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah could hardly believe that she was already 15.

Letting her mind wander back over the past few years, Kħadījah Al Kubrah had decided to be more open with the girls than Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s Ammī had been with Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah thought it was better to keep an open line of communication between them and herself.

As they became more curious about their bodies, Kħadījah Al Kubrah encouraged them to come to her for information and advice on their changing female bodies.

Of course, the first discovery for them was the differences between male and female sex organs.

In their earlier years, Muħammad and Kħadījah Al Kubrah treated their nudity casually in front of them, such as bathing and dressing.

As their age differences had a bearing on their curiosities, Kħātūn-e-Jannat was the first to notice that difference.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah and Muħammad concluded that they needed to be a bit more conscious about their nudity in front of them.

It was fairly easy to explain to her, and Kħadījah Al Kubrah tried to keep it simple.

Just enough information to answer their questions.

There were other questions as they grew older, and a host of other issues.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah thought she handled all of them fairly well.

Shaking her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān head to clear her mind of those thoughts, Kħadījah Al Kubrah focused on the TV.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah could not get interested in any of the programs offered and soon she was ready to go to bed.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah went to the bathroom and undressed.

She looked at herself in the mirror noting her hairless smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah really couldn’t believe this was happening to her.

Not that Kħadījah Al Kubrah was so innocent, because there had been other times when Muħammad was gone and her urges reached the boiling point.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah justified it by reasoning that she had a higher than normal libido and if nobody was hurt, then no harm was done.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah wanted to shower, or even a long bath, to feel clean after this day of uninhibited sex with me but, she recalled my warning and settled on a clean pair of panties.

With a panty-liner in place Kħadījah Al Kubrah felt better as she realized that her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy was not seeping cum as it had been.

Picking up her nightie, Kħadījah Al Kubrah raised it over her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān head, letting the soft, smooth material flow down over her body.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah returned to her bed and turned back the covers.

About halfway down, she saw the two large stains and decided that on Muħammad’s return she could keep the bedroom dark or otherwise distract him from noticing.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah was quite sure that she would be horny after being away from him for two days.

But, Men are easily deceived should a woman need to deceive them, because their attention can be directed elsewhere.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah wanted Muħammad to focus on her body rather than the sheets.

As Kħadījah Al Kubrah lay there in bed, letting the thoughts swirl through her mind, she was angry with herself for letting the situation get out of control.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah was an arrogant SMB, Sunni Musalmān Bitch; irrespective of the fact that she was a member of Parliament even, but Durgesh sure knew how to fuck a Musalmān Beauty.

All the Hindus know it.

All the Hindus know how to fuck Musalmān Beauties.

Musalmān Beauties themselves are dying to be fucked by Hindus, to maintain their self respect and self confidence.

Every person needs to maintain her/his self respect and self confidence.

S/he can’t survive without it.

It’s utmost necessary for a person’s own survival.

The Musalmān Beauties can’t be blamed for it.

They are also human beings.

They also have human needs and human psychology.

It’s a matter of infinite shame to have a criminal/criminal minded husband/lover.

And most of the Musalmīn are criminals/criminal minded.

How can any sane woman, whether Musalmān woman or else, have a criminal/criminal minded husband/lover and does not suffer from immense self humiliation?

She is not even herself safe from him.

Who can guarantee a safety from a criminal/criminal minded?

Not even the law.

Yes, not even the law.

Be sincere to yourself at least.

Most of the Musalmīn are uneducated/under educated.

Why a sane woman, Musalmān woman or else, want such a husband/lover knowingly?

Why blame Musalmān Beauties that they are dying to get a Hindu husband/lover?

Why don’t Musalmīn blame themselves for it?

Why they are uneducated/under educated?

Congress has ruled India most of the time after independence.

It always cries that it wants to take all with it.

Why then Musalmīn are so uneducated/under educated even now?

Why then Musalmīn are so criminal/criminal minded even now?

Shit.

Vote Bank Politics!

Nothing at all.

Yet, Kħadījah Al Kubrah wished that she had not yielded to me on the patio that night and this would never have happened.

She must have remembered that she was a member of Indian Parliament.

Moreover, after the recent Common Wealth Games scam, Adarsh Housing Society Scam, 2 G Spectrum Scam, it’s being considered that Sonia Gandhi must resign from the Chairperson of UPA.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah is gravely being considered to replace Sonia Gandhi.

The Musalmīn have bargained with Sonia Gandhi herself.

And Sonia Gandhi has even consented.

Even Barack Obama, has been said, has helped in it.

Or so Kħadījah Al Kubrah has been told by the Musalmīn and implied by Congresspersons, including Sonia Gandhi herself.

After managing to win only four seats in Bihar, Sonia Gandhi and Congress both were changing their strategies almost altogether.

And here, now, she was facing the possibility of blackmail,  the loss of her husband, Muħammad, and daughters should they ever find out.

Was there a way out for Kħadījah Al Kubrah?

How long would Durgesh demand her body and how long could Kħadījah Al Kubrah deceive her family?

Kħadījah Al Kubrah had no answer to those questions.

Durgesh would be back in the morning, of that Kħadījah Al Kubrah had no doubt.

So, better to worry about the future, rather than the past.

What did Durgesh has in mind for Kħadījah Al Kubrah?

There was no doubt in her mind that there would be sex and lots of it.

But, sex had always been pleasurable for Kħadījah Al Kubrah and she figured that she could stand all of that.

It was more of my attitude that bothered Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

I was so commanding and controlling, Kħadījah Al Kubrah sensed it that night before she walked out on the patio with me.

I was a take-charge guy who knew what I wanted and that night I had wanted Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah couldn’t deny that she enjoyed it very very much, and she was very much aware of it.

Even today, when Kħadījah Al Kubrah heard my voice on the phone, her body reacted demanding Durgesh, even though her mind was shocked at my arrogance.

How dared Durgesh come to her home, demanded that Kħadījah Al Kubrah submit to him and become ‘His willing Sunni Musalmān Beauty’?

But, as Kħadījah Al Kubrah lay there with the memories flowing through her mind like an unending video tape, the events of the day flashed repeatedly before her eyes, leaving Kħadījah Al Kubrah breathless and even her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān body tingling.

As her fingers sought her erect nipples and clit, trailing across her bare smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy to feel the wetness, the scene of Durgesh rolling on top of Kħadījah Al Kubrah and fucking her so hard and violent, caused her hips to arch upward.

Two fingers slipped easily into her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt as her extremely beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān lips formed the words her mind was repeating,

“Yes! Durgesh, Yes!! Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck Me! Fuck Me!”

“Yes! Durgesh, Yes!! Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck Me! Fuck Me!”

“Yes! Durgesh, Yes!! Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck Me! Fuck Me!”

With my Uncut Hindu Cock plunging into her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy, Kħadījah Al Kubrah let out a loud scream, her pleasure so intense that it flowed all through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān body.

Almost at the same time, Kħadījah Al Kubrah felt my Uncut Hindu Cock head swell and explode my Hindu cum deepest into her clinching smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy, a loud groan from me seemed to echo her scream of pleasure.

With Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s beautiful arms and legs wrapped tightly around my Hindu body, My Uncut Hindu Prick throbbed and pulsed, pumping my hot, thick Hindu cum into the very opening of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cervix.

For long Moments we lay there, bathed in sweat from our exertions and basking in the glow of ashvinātam sexual satisfaction.

I made slow movements with my Uncut Hindu Cock, allowing her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy muscles to squeeze it, as if milking all the cum from its still unsoftening Hindu length.

I could feel the combined juices seeping out of her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt and trickling down across her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass-hole.

I knew also that my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls were wet with the same juices and I was aware that if left as it were, the juice would drip out and stain the sheets of Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s bed.

Not wanting to leave any sign that she had been fucked so recently on her bed, Kħadījah Al Kubrah moved around and managed to get on top of me.

This, of course, let the cum flow more easily out and down onto My bare Uncut Hindu Cock and balls as I lay contentedly below Kħadījah Al Kubrah as Kħadījah Al Kubrah straddled her hips.

“Well, I have to give you credit for being the horniest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Beauty I’ve had in a long time!” I laughed. “How many times did you cum?”

“Three times, Durgesh. Twice while I was sucking you and once when you were fucking me.” Her voice trying to hide the sense of pleasure she received from my skillful Uncut Hindu Cock.

But, I noticed the smile on her extremely beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān lips as Kħadījah Al Kubrah lay her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān head on my chest, I knew for sure that Kħadījah Al Kubrah loved it very much, even beyond my imagination.

“Yeah, I thought so. I could feel your hungry smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy sucking and squeezing my Uncut Hindu Cock. Do you fuck Muħammad that way, too?”

Kħadījah Al Kubrah smiled to herself and kept silent.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah knew better that males were always trying to compare themselves with other males, whether it be for size or stamina.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah thought it was a Macho thing with males, because Muħammad and other guys, she had been intimate with, had asked Kħadījah Al Kubrah much the same thing.

Understanding the egos of the males was a key to survival with females like Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

A shy look and smile makes the males think that they are rated at the top of the heap.

But Kħadījah Al Kubrah cautioned herself, do not take Durgesh too casually for Durgesh had the power to turn her world upside down.

We lay there for long time, recuperating, getting better.

Each of us lost in our own thoughts.

Finally, I stirred, my large, powerful hands pushing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān body downward.

“Ok, come, Sunni Musalmān Beauty! You know what to do, now that you’ve had your fun. Time to clean me up.”

“Oh, Durgesh! Don’t make me do that!” Kħadījah Al Kubrah begged, “It makes me feel so bitchish.”

“Listen to me, you fucking horniest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Beauty! When are you going to learn that you have no say in the matter?” I smiled angrily, as I grabbed Kħadījah Al Kubrah by her head and shoved her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth into my Hindu crotch. “Now. Get busy!”

“Yes, Durgesh, I’m sorry!” As Kħadījah Al Kubrah started licking my slippery Uncut Hindu Cock, my hands relaxed my grip on her head and Kħadījah Al Kubrah looked up to see me smiling that superior smile as she cleaned my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls with her extremely beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue and lips.

Maybe ten minutes later, as Kħadījah Al Kubrah was licking the last of visible cum I pushed Kħadījah Al Kubrah away and sat up.

“Very good, my little Sunni Musalmān Beauty! Now you are learning who is in charge around here. Too bad that you don’t have someone to clean your smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy up like that. I bet that you would like it.”

Kħadījah Al Kubrah made no reply as I got to my feet and motioned for Kħadījah Al Kubrah to come with me.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah looked about the room and saw nothing out of place except for the bed being rumpled.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah made a mental note to look closer after I left.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah could not afford to arouse the girls suspicions as to what was happening to their Ammī.

I led Kħadījah Al Kubrah into the kitchen and had Kħadījah Al Kubrah fix soup and sandwiches for both of us, as I sat and watched Kħadījah Al Kubrah moving about naked.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah didn’t know why, but it didn’t seem to bother her as much as it had the day before.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah sat our lunch on the table and got a bottle of beer, and a bottle of juice, for each of us.

I sat opposite Kħadījah Al Kubrah and asked questions about Muħammad’s and her relationship, digging for all the details that I could.

I know that it aroused Kħadījah Al Kubrah immensely when she told me about Muħammad fucking her that night after the company event and her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy was still wet with my Hindu cum.

“Yeah! That was a good one on Old Muħammad, wasn’t it?” I laughed, “Well, we will have to have it happen again, won’t we. Sunni Musalmān Beauty?”

“But, Durgesh! Muħammad could easily get wise to that. It worked that time, but you never know.” Kħadījah Al Kubrah protested.

“Look, My little married Kħadījah Al Kubrah darling! Would it really matter if he did? I doubt that you could drive me off with a stick. You probably have me smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy whipped.”

“That is not true!” Kħadījah Al Kubrah replied, ” Muħammad loves me and he is a good lover.”

“So you say!” I retorted, “If he is as good as you say, then why are you offering your hot smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy to me every time I’m in sight? You were just waiting for me to come by and fuck you good, weren’t you?”

“No!” Kħadījah Al Kubrah whimpered, averting her eyes. “I was bored and the wine had gotten to me. I just needed a breath of fresh air and you took advantage of my condition.”

“Hell, Yes! I took advantage of you because you wanted me to.” I stated. “I had been watching you most of the evening and it couldn’t have been plainer if you had written “Sunni Musalmān Beauty for Durgesh” on your forehead. Damn, Musalmān Beauty, I could almost smell it across the room.”

“Well, I did let it get out of hand and I’m sorry for my actions that night. Can’t we forget about the circumstances and be friends? I am seriously afraid that this will come to the attention of Muħammad or the girls if we continue on with this situation. It would be disastrous to me and my family if this became public.” Kħadījah Al Kubrah pleaded for my understanding.

My voice softened a little as I looked at Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

“Maybe we can make a few changes to help your guilt feelings. You know if it wasn’t me, It would be another man and I kind of like fucking you.”

At least. What I said made sense.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah smiled at me, happy for the small victory that she had received by me agreeing to make some changes.

Of course, it was a bit premature as Kħadījah Al Kubrah had no idea of the changes to come.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah cleared the dishes away, being sure to put them in the dishwasher this time so they would not be noticed by the girls.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah and I finished our juice and beer.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah tossed the bottles in the trash.

She sensed that I would want to fuck Kħadījah Al Kubrah at least once more before I left, so Kħadījah Al Kubrah walked over to me and kissed me on the lips.

I responded by caressing her tits and pulling at the nipples.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah took my hand and pulled me to my feet, leading me, this time into her bedroom.

Once there, we embraced and kissed deeply.

My large hands grasped her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks, lifting her off her feet.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist.

My Uncut Hindu Prick was nestled in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān crotch and Kħadījah Al Kubrah could feel it throbbing, getting stiffer and stiffer.

For a Moment, I felt a thrill course through me as Kħadījah Al Kubrah clung to me, feeling my desire rising.

Many times in the past, I had felt the same thrill course through me as my women preformed these acts of sex for me.

Whether it was oral, anal, or Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal, I feel the thrill of satisfaction as I feel them tremble and grow weak as they took my loads of cum into their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān bodies.

Maybe that is why Kħadījah Al Kubrah felt it more strongly as Kħadījah Al Kubrah was sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock.

The suction of Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s extremely stunning Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth and tongue on my Uncut Hindu Prick was so tight that the throbbing and pulsing was transmitted to her, by her extremely beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue, as well as through her hands which are grasping my thighs.

At the Moment of orgasm, I always hear them gasp, then the muscles in their legs and my Uncut Hindu Cock go into this sexual spasm and the nectar is given up to the Bee.

It made them feel strong, beautiful, and so sensual.

This is why Kħadījah Al Kubrah felt that the female, especially a Musalmān female, is the stronger of the sexes, but on the other hand, she is robbed of her power by society’s teachings of male dominance and her emotions.

It is hard to change when a young female is taught to be virginal, then, after marriage and in the bedroom; her hubby wants her to be a Sunni Musalmān Beauty.

Is that a double standard?

Fortunately, times are changing.

Females are seeking sexual excitement just as the males have been doing it forever.

I had been sliding my Uncut Hindu Cock back and forth between her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips as Kħadījah Al Kubrah clung to me.

Using her arms and thigh muscles, Kħadījah Al Kubrah raised herself up until I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock-head spread her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips.

Then I relaxed and felt my Uncut Hindu Cock go into her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt as Kħadījah Al Kubrah gasped at the sensation.

Her extremely beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān lips and tongue sought mine, as I wiggled her hips, settling down until I could feel her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Clitoris riding back and forth on the shaft of my massive Uncut Hindu Cock.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah knew, deep down that she should not be showing so much passion to me, but Kħadījah Al Kubrah could not deny her pleasure.

I bounced Kħadījah Al Kubrah up and down on my Uncut Hindu Cock by lifting her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass up, then letting it drop.

My swollen Uncut Hindu Prick-head was touching the very bottom of her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cuntal pouch as if seeking the very opening to her sacred most, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womb.

A fleeting thought flashed through her mind as Kħadījah Al Kubrah tried to remember if she had taken her birth control pill.

I started walking throughout the house, carrying Kħadījah Al Kubrah securely impaled on my large Uncut Hindu Prick, standing for long Moments in front of all the windows where the drapes had been opened before.

“No! Durgesh! Please don’t do this to me!” Kħadījah Al Kubrah begged, “Someone may see us.”

“Should I care?” I laughed, “You are the neighborhood Sunni Musalmān Beauty, and I wouldn’t be surprised that you have stood naked in front of these windows before. So, just shut up and enjoy the ride on my Uncut Hindu Cock, Sālī!”

Kħadījah Al Kubrah shut her eyes and held tighter to me as I worked her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass up and down on my Uncut Hindu Cock, right in front of their biggest window.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah didn’t dare look to see if any of her neighbors might be looking.

While her face flamed red with embarrassment, a small sexual thrill flowed from her stomach down to her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy, causing her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt muscles to flutter and contract, squeezing my rigid shaft, locking it tighter in her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I was very much aware of the pressure of my Uncut Hindu Cock shaft against her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Clitoris as I moved us around.

Somewhere between the living room and the family room her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy started clinching and spasming around my thick Uncut Hindu shaft.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah moaned loudly, biting gently into the flesh of my shoulder to stifle the sound.

My strong hands lifted and wiggled her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass on my slippery Uncut Hindu Prick and it seemed to me that her whole Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt had melted and was flowing down around my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.

I had stopped moving and allowed Kħadījah Al Kubrah to savor the exquisite feelings of climaxing on my deeply embedded Uncut Hindu Prick.

I kissed Kħadījah Al Kubrah long and deeply as her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy clinched and squeezed at my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Gone were the feelings of embarrassment as Kħadījah Al Kubrah clung to me, kissing breathlessly as our tongues danced and probed deeply.

I began to walk again, still holding Kħadījah Al Kubrah effortlessly on my rigid, still embedded deepest, Uncut Hindu Cock.

As we entered the family room, Kħadījah Al Kubrah glanced nervously at the open drapes.

Never had Kħadījah Al Kubrah ever been as completely exposed as she was now.

Sure, I had been right about Kħadījah Al Kubrah allowing others to see her naked in her own home, but that had been just innocent fun, the paper boy, or maybe the cable or phone guy.

No one that would complain about seeing a naked Musalmān Beauty.

But this was different.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah could only hope that nobody was looking into the back yard.

I began to loosen my grip on her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, allowing more of her weight to press on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah tightened her legs around my waist, but I put one arm around her waist holding Kħadījah Al Kubrah tightly to me as the other hand pried her legs apart.

Allah! Kħadījah Al Kubrah couldn’t believe it!

In just Moments, her whole body was being supported just by her arms around my neck and my Uncut Hindu Cock in her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah felt like her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy was a coat on a peg.

Gradually, her weight forced my Uncut Hindu Cock to slip out of her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt, rubbing against her swollen, sensitive clit.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah tried to stifle the moan of pleasure as my Uncut Hindu Prick-head contacted her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Clit and her hips surged upwards, trying to maintain the erotic contact.

Unceremoniously, I released Kħadījah Al Kubrah and spun Kħadījah Al Kubrah around, forcing Kħadījah Al Kubrah to kneel on the sofa.

Now her upper body was supported by her arms and the sofa back.

I stepped between her legs and lifted her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass up placing my rigid Uncut Hindu Cock against her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass hole.

“Alright! You fucking, Uncut Hindu Cock sucking Sunni Musalmān Beauty! It’s my turn now!” and I surged forward.

A loud groan escaped from her throat as I rammed my straining Uncut Hindu Prick into her tender ass-hole.

Immediately I was balls deep into Kħadījah Al Kubrah, stroking back and forth furiously.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah was glad that my Uncut Hindu Prick had been wet from her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy juice or it would have been very painful.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah bit her lip, closing her mind to everything except the pounding of her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass-hole and the sensation of her tits swinging violently.

My strong hands helped to pull Kħadījah Al Kubrah backwards, allowing my enormous Uncut Hindu Cock to stretch and batter her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah relaxed her sphincter muscles as much as she could, took my right hand and extended it down between her spread legs, feeling the wetness cover her fingers as I probed her drenched smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

The hard nub of her erect clit was so sensitive that I knew that Kħadījah Al Kubrah would be coming again very soon.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah applied light caresses to it with her slick fingers.

I sensed that I was very close to my climax also and continued to rub her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Just a Moment later, I felt my leg muscles stiffen and my Uncut Hindu Cock was driven deepest into her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, my hands gripping her hips as I forced every bit of my Uncut Hindu Cock-shaft into her bowels.

Rubbing her extremely attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Clit furiously as my Uncut Hindu Cock throbbed and shot thick globs of my Hindu cum into her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, I felt her own orgasm spreading through me, her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass-hole clinching around my Uncut Hindu Cock and her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy squeezing her fingers, as I moved to the rhythm of her climax.

I bent forward over her back, my hands moving up to catch her swinging tits and my fingers pulling roughly at her nipples.

“You are a hot, fucking horniest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Beauty, aren’t you?” I whimpered in her ear. “I’m glad that I caught you in a horny mood that night, otherwise I might have missed you.”

“Durgesh, Please! I have done what you asked me too. Kħātūn-e-Jannat and Zaynab will be coming soon. I need time to straighten up the house before they and Muħammad get home.”

I laughed, “You sure you don’t want another climax, Kħadījah Al Kubrah darling?”

“No, Durgesh! I have had plenty for today. Don’t forget Muħammad will be demanding his marital rights as well.” Kħadījah Al Kubrah tried to inject a little humor into her answer.

“Well, He will have a well greased hole, no matter which one he chooses.” I chuckled, “Which one do you think he will choose, My Sunni Musalmān Beauty?”

“My smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy, probably. He usually likes to lick my smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy before he fucks me, but I can’t let Muħammad do that because he will taste your Hindu cum!”

“What if I told you to wash it good for me? Would that make Muħammad happy?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m sure it would, Durgesh. I just can’t have Muħammad getting suspicious. We can continue this affair as long as I’m not exposed.” Kħadījah Al Kubrah offered.

“Well, now! That is a good offer if I ever heard one. I have a feeling that you love my Uncut Hindu Cock more than you do Muħammad’s, Don’t you, my little Uncut Hindu Cock sucking Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt?”

Wanting to pacify me, Kħadījah Al Kubrah answered me affirmatively, “Yes, Durgesh! I love your Uncut Hindu Cock more than I do Muħammad’s even!”

“Good! I’m glad to hear you say that!” I laughed harshly.

Without warning, I withdrew my still hard Uncut Hindu Cock from her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass-hole.

Grabbing Kħadījah Al Kubrah by her waist, I turned her upside down, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān head on the floor and her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass leaning against the sofa.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah looked much like a rag doll tossed about carelessly by a young girl, her legs waving wildly above her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān head.

I straddled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān head as I knelt on the floor.

My slimy Uncut Hindu Cock was protruding against her cheek.

“Suck it! Horniest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Beauty! Show me how much you love my Uncut Hindu Cock after it has been up your married ass-hole.” I smiled.

Chapter 6

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

48. Making love and understanding everything

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

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90. The Extent

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

92.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

93. Three sons three Ammīs

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

112.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

123. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

124. The everincreasing infinite lust

125. The women in my life

126. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

29. Kabhī nahīn chāhā

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Kħadījah Al Kubrah mounted Durgesh lying on his back and fucked Durgesh hard

I leaned forward again, kissed her gently, then said,

“It certainly is.” I pushed her dress apart.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved, shrugged and it slowly slid down over her shoulders, then down her arms, baring her body that now was clad only in a pair of mundane white cotton panties.

I grabbed the waist of the panties and pushed them down, too.

When I did, I had to bend over a bit and while I was in that position, I gave each of her nipples a little lick.

“Mmmmmnnnnn!” Kħadījah Al Kubrah groaned.

A shudder went through her.

I straightened up again and looked at my Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lover’s bare body.

It was magnificent, truly a Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman’s body.

There were no planes or angles, just soft, wonderful curves, and those curves were all exactly right and in exactly the right places.

I have no idea how large Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān excellent breasts were; all I can say is they were exactly the right size.

Her belly was softly, gently rounded.

I’d been with girls who have flat bellies and have to tell that Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s belly was far more feminine in my opinion.

“Do…do you like…lookin’ at…at me…like…um…this?” Kħadījah Al Kubrah smiled, surprising me.

I looked at her,

“I love looking at you when you’re nude.” I told her.

She took a deep breath,

“But…” she began.

“You have an incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.” I said, interrupting her, “I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful one.”

I took hold of her hips, turned her so her back was to the bed, then gave her a gentle push.

Her eyes widened a bit, she took a step backward, then hit the bed and fell onto it.

“You’re crazy!” she murmured, smiling up at me.

She slid across the bed until she was entirely on it.

I noticed that she didn’t bring her legs together.

I kneeled on the bed, between her legs, and shuffled up toward her.

I could feel my Hindu erection bobbing as I did.

I also noticed that she’s stopped looking at me.

Instead her eyes were on my Hindu erection and never left it.

When I had moved as far up between her legs as I could go, I let myself fall forward, catching myself on outstretched arms.

That trapped my Hindu erection between our bodies.

When I rocked my hips, the Uncut Hindu shaft of my Hindu erection rubbed against Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s sopping-wet Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān labia.

Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s face took on the look of lust and need I’d seen when we were making love the morning before,

“Gnnnnnnhhhhh!” she groaned.

Her hips rose, pressing her Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal Canal tighter against my Hindu erection.

“You want me inside you, don’t you, Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved?” I murmured.

“Allah, yes!” she moaned, “I need it, DURGESH! Allah! I need it! Put it in me! Please, darlin’, put it in me!”

I lifted my hips, reached down between us, and positioned the tip of my erect Uncut Hindu Lund in the center of her opening, in the portal through which I would be entering her body.

Then I lowered my hips slightly and felt her warmth and dampness engulfing the arrow-shaped head.

It felt so good I couldn’t be quiet,

“Yesssss!” I groaned, “Oh, yesssss!”

“Mmmmmm! Oh, yeah!” Kħadījah Al Kubrah groaned.

Her hips again surged upward and the movement drew me deeper into her.

I kept lowering my hips until I was all the way into her, my hips pressing hers into the mattress.

I lowered my upper body and pressed my mouth against hers.

We exchanged another wild, wonderful kiss.

The fires of need were by now a free-burning conflagration inside me.

Being in Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s body felt way too good.

I couldn’t keep still.

I began to move my hips up and down, sliding my Hindu erection in and out of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

“Yeah! Oh, yeah, DURGESH!” she moaned, “So good! That’s so good! Allah! Allah! Uhh! Uhhhhh!” Her hips were moving, too, pushing up against me, matching my thrusts.

I broke our kiss, pushed myself back up on straightened arms, and continued to work my hips against hers while I gazed down at her beautiful face.

I experienced a rush of joy from the look on her face.

She was clearly receiving intense bliss as a result of what we were doing.

Making love to Kħadījah Al Kubrah felt way too good.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to keep it up without coming.

On the other hand, from the passionate sounds my lover was making and the increasingly zealous movements of her body, I had a feeling she would be coming very soon.

“Nnnnnahhhhh!” she cried, surprising me.

Her body went into wracking spasms that were strong enough to make it feel as if I was riding a bucking bronco,

“Unnnnnnn! Unnnnnnnnnnn! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

I fucked her nonstop, in the same position, for six continuous hours.

Then,

“Yeah, me, too! Oh, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, yeah, me, toooooooo!” I groaned when my hot Hindu fluids came jetting out of me, accompanied by powerful spasms that caused my body to tremble with the ultimate in joy.

Our bodies kept straining and twisting against each other.

It was as if Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s body, which had once sheltered and nurtured mine, wanted to draw me back inside and my body wanted that to happen.

Eventually our frantic movements began to lose their force.

Our motions became more like a gentle ride on the waves as opposed to the wild bucking I’d experienced earlier.

Finally, we stopped moving entirely.

I again lowered myself and kissed Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved,, a passionate kiss she returned with equal Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān passion for me.

When I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund start to soften, I pushed myself deepest into her and allowed my body to drop onto hers.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah was still under me, facing me, and gazed at me wide-eyed, looking awed,

“You done it again.” she said softly, in a tone that said she was surprised that I’d again made her feel wonderful.

“So did you.” I told her.

“But I didn’t do nothin’.” she said, “I just laid here. You did it all. Allah!”

“I want it to be good for you.” I told her.

“Allah! I can’t tell you, Durgesh.” she responded, “I never knew…Allah, I never dreamed…I could feel as good as you make me feel when we…you know…do sex.”

“When we make love.” I told her. I kissed her gently, “Don’t be afraid to say it.”

“When we…make…love…make love.” she repeated. She smiled, “Yeah…when we make love. Allah, you make love to me so darn good.”

“It’s easy because I love you.” I said.

I wrapped my arm around her and was delighted when she snuggled against me.

“I love you, too, DURGESH.” she said.

As I said, my seduction of my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, took six months.

I didn’t know it would take that long when I began, but I was aware that I needed to be careful because if I pushed too hard, I’d lose any chance I might ever have.

So I proceeded slowly and cautiously, even though it was difficult, more difficult than anything I’ve ever done.

I started by giving her hugs and kisses – usually on the cheek – every chance I got.

She got hugged and kissed whenever we were alone.

When I first saw her in the morning, she got not only a hug, but also a “friendly” kiss on the lips.

I did the same thing when I left for work every day.

At first, she seemed a bit tense about being kissed on the mouth, but after a few days, she was obviously looking forward to it.

In addition to my morning and afternoon kisses and hugs, I began hugging her and kissing her other times during the day.

I wanted her to get used to being hugged and kissed for no real reason.

As much as possible, I tried to add other ways of touching her to what I was already doing.

I loved running my fingers through her hair and did that a lot.

She seemed to like that almost as much as I liked doing it.

“You really like my hair, don’t you?” she murmured one day while I was combing my fingers through those silken tresses.

“You better believe I do.” I told her.

She giggled softly, “Most boys wouldn’t think that was so neat.” she said.

“If their Ammī was as gorgeous as you are and had pretty hair like yours they would have.” I replied, “If they didn’t, there was something wrong with them.”

I bent, brushed her hair aside, and kissed her neck.

I liked how the silky strands felt against my face.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, shuddered when I did that.

“Did you like that?” I asked her.

She nodded her Confident Proud and beautiful head,

“When you do that, it makes me feel kinda tingly inside.” she said softly.

“It’s supposed to.” I told her.

She turned her Confident Proud and beautiful head and looked at me,

“But…should…should you…you know…be doin’ stuff…stuff like that…to…to me?” she asked.

“I’m making you feel good, right?” I said.

She nodded.

My heart was starting to pound.

Her comment told me I was getting to her in exactly the way I wanted to,

“Why would it be wrong for me to make my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, feel good?” I asked.

She shrugged, “I…I dunno.” she murmured, “I…I was just wonderin’, you know?”

I nuzzled into her neck and kissed her there again.

And again I felt the little shudder run through her, “Well, don’t worry about it.” I told her after I finished nuzzling her, “I’d never, ever, do anything to hurt you.”

She looked up at me, smiled, and took my hand, “I know you won’t.” she told me.

By the end of the first month, my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, had to be the most hugged, kissed, caressed, and tickled Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman in the county.

And I’d started to notice that she was actually leaning into me a little when I hugged her, and it was starting to feel as if she was returning my kisses with more and more forcefulness, too.

I was sitting at the breakfast table one morning, nearly a month after I’d begun my seduction efforts, when Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, who was standing at the stove, surprised me with a question,

“What’s it supposed to feel like when…?”

I turned to look at her and was surprised to see that her face was bright red,

“What’s it supposed to feel like when what?” I asked.

I didn’t think it was possible for her face to get redder, but it did,

“When…when you…when somebody…when they do…um…sex?” she asked.

It wasn’t a question I expected to hear, but it certainly was a welcome one.

I stood up, walked over to where she stood, and took her into my arms,

“It is supposed to feel better than anything ever felt.” I told her, “It’s supposed to be the best feeling in the world.”

She pressed her face against my chest,

“Did…when you…when you did sex with them Musalmān girls at college…did…was it…was it…like that…with…with them?” she murmured.

“It felt really good.” I told her, “But I’ve never had a sexual experience that is as wonderful as I’ve heard described in things people have written.”

She leaned back in my arms and looked at me, wide-eyed,

“You…you mean people write about doin’ sex?” she asked, “You’re puttin’ me on, right?”

I shook my head and smiled,

“It’s called erotic literature.” I explained, “People write stories, sometimes books, about what it’s like to be in love and to make love.”

“Where do you find stuff like that?” she asked.

“There’s a lot of it on the internet.” I told her, “There are other sites about love-making, too. I saw one called ‘The Clitoris.com’ a while back. It has a lot of information about love-making and is written by and for women.”

She looked puzzled,

“You mean it tells you how to do sex?” she asked.

“Sort of.” I told her, “But there’s more to it than that. It’s a guide women can use to learn about their bodies, and about love-making.”

“Are there a lot of dirty pictures and stuff?” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, asked.

“There are some illustrations.” I said, “Things that can help women learn more about what pleases them and how to do it.”

“Do…do you…um…read…that…that stuff…a…a lot?” she stammered.

“I like some kinds of erotic literature.” I told her, “Stories that are well-written and believable. Some of it is junk.”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, had a very sad look on her face as she gazed into my eyes and shook her Confident Proud and beautiful head,

“There’s a whole lotta stuff I don’t know about, isn’t there?” she asked, “I mean, I’m just a dumb old country hick, right?”

“You’re not dumb.” I snapped, “Don’t ever let anybody tell you that. You’re a bright Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman.”

“Then how come I don’t know much?”

“Because you haven’t had the chance to learn.” I said, “Remember what my teacher wrote on those papers you wrote and I let her grade back when I was in high school?”

She blushed a little and nodded.

“Miss Ilāhī said they were good, didn’t she?”

She nodded again, “She said they were ‘well written and insightful,'” she murmured.

I smiled, thrilled that she still remembered the compliment verbatim. And that it was a good memory I’d arranged for her to have,

“See?” I said, “You’re not dumb, and it isn’t just me saying so. It’s just that there are things you haven’t had the chance to learn.”

“You mean like about doin’ sex?”

“I mean about making love.” I said, “Would you like to learn?”

“I guess.” she said, “But what good will it do me? Muħammad bin Åbdullah, he ain’t never gonna learn anything about that.”

“Let’s forget about him for now.” I said, “If you want to learn, I’ll help you.”

“OK.” she said.

“I can download and print information for you to read.” I said, “or you can use the computer and read it there.”

“Print it for me.” she said, “I…I still don’t feel right usin’ your computer.”

I can’t tell you how excited I was feeling.

My plan was working, and things were moving forward…and Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was setting the pace,

“OK.” I said.

I printed out a lot of information from the web site I’d told Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, about and gave it to her,

“There’s a lot of information here.” I said, “Take your time. And you can ask me if you have any questions.”

She took the sheaf of papers and held them gingerly, as if she wasn’t sure whether she wanted them or not. Then she smiled, “It’s a good thing Muħammad bin Åbdullah can’t read, isn’t it? He says Ħuzūrs were also an Ummī.” she said.

“Sālā,” I murmured, “Comparing himself with Ħuzūrs. Except name, what more he has of Ħuzūrs?”

Kħadījah Al Kubrah laughed.

I said,

“There are some pictures in there. If he sees them he’s going to wonder what you’re up to.”

“Pictures…” She leafed through the pile of papers and turned bright red again when she saw some of the drawings of people making love, “Allah!” she exclaimed, “I don’t know ’bout this.”

“If you want, I can write the pictures out.” I said.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, still blushing, looked at me and smiled,

“Don’t do that.” she said, “If I’m trying to learn something, maybe the pictures will help.”

I grinned back at her,

“Maybe.” I said.

Thoughts of what she might learn from both the text and pictures were causing considerable turmoil in my groin.

I wondered what would happen when my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, read the information I’d given her.

I knew what I hoped would happen, but wasn’t sure whether it would or not.

On the second night after my affair with my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, began, I had a very busy shift at work and made several arrests.

Because of all the paperwork I had to finish, I didn’t get home until almost 2 a.m.

I fell asleep thinking positive thoughts about what would happen when I woke up in the morning.

Those fantasies, it turned out, were far less than the reality I awoke to.

In fact, I awoke to movement caused by somebody getting into bed with me.

I opened my eyes and saw that the “somebody” was my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah. And, to my great delight, she was totally naked.

“Good morning, Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved.” I said.

“Mornin'” she replied.

She stretched out next to me, snuggled her bare body against mine, and then she kissed me.

It was the kind of kiss one lover gives another first thing in the morning, a wonderful, deep, passionate kiss.

“Wow!” I exclaimed when the kiss ended.

I put my arm around her and began stroking her back lightly.

I was surprised and delighted that my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, had come to my bed and was acting as if she wanted to make love with me.

The hesitation and doubt I’d seen the past few days seemed to be gone.

“I could hardly stand waiting until he was gone.” she said. She put a “I was awake half the night last night thinking about bein’ with you again today.” She took a deep breath, “I couldn’t hardly wait until we could…we could make…make love again.”

I kissed her and she returned the kiss.

I’ve probably told that kissing my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, is more wonderful than kissing any other Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman I’ve known, but that’s how I feel and I can’t think of any other way to put it.

Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s lips are so soft and the feelings that go through me when we’re kissing are so incredible.

I can’t even begin to describe what it’s like.

Of course having her wonderful nude Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body writhing against mine when we’re kissing helps add to the pleasure, too.

I’d started to get hard the minute she slid into bed with me.

The kisses we shared, plus the contact of her body against mine, had me completely hard in seconds.

My Hindu erection, trapped between us, was sandwiched between her belly and mine.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah giggled,

“Your thing’s hard again.” she murmured, “Is it always like that when you’re around Musalmān women?”

“Not ‘Musalmān women,'” I replied, “say Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women. I’ve ever been like this before.”

My comment turned her face bright red, “You…you ain’t just saying that, are you?” she asked.

“What you’re feeling is action, not talk.” I said, “I can’t fake that.”

“Ah…yeah…I…um…I guess not.” she stammered.

She closed her eyes and seemed to be thinking and while that was going on, her face seemed to get even redder.

Then she took a long, deep breath, let it out, and opened her eyes,

“Would…would you…uh…if…if I was…if I said I…?” she stammered.

“What are you trying to ask me, Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved?” I said.

I could see she found her question embarrassing, but didn’t have a clue what it was.

She avoided my gaze,

“I…I want to…I want to…um…see…you know…um…it.” she stammered.

“You want to see my Hindu erection?” I asked.

She nodded without speaking.

“Oh…sure…no problem.” I said.

I pulled the covers off us and rolled onto my back.

I sleep in the nude, so that left my swollen Uncut Hindu Lund pointing at the ceiling.

Well, all right, the angle it was at probably had it pointing at the spot where the walls and ceiling joined above the head of my bed.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah pushed herself up on one arm and gazed down my body at my Hindu erection,

“I…I never looked a…man’s…um…thing…before.” she murmured, without taking her eyes off it.

“It’s called an Uncut Hindu Lund.” I said, “The way mine is now, it’s an erection.” I know there are people who like to use cruder expressions for their sexual organs.

I’m not one of them.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah looked at my Hindu erection for a while, then she turned and smiled at me, “You have a real pretty Uncut Hindu Lund.” she said.

It was my turn not to blush. Even though, Countless Musalmān Beauties had told me I had a pretty Uncut Hindu Lund before.

Her gaze returned to my Hindu erection, “Can…can I…uh…touch it?” she asked hesitantly.

“Go…ah…ahead…um…help…yourself.” It was my turn to smile.

Today was a whole lot different than yesterday and the day before had been.

Maybe admitting that she did want our affair to continue left my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, feeling more able to be an active participant.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, reached out and touched the Uncut Hindu shaft of my erect Uncut Hindu Lund with her finger,

“It’s real hot.” she said softly. She slid her finger upward, along one of the veins sticking out on the side of my Hindu erection, “And it’s real hard, too.” She turned back to me, “It isn’t always hard, is it?”

“Ah…no…most…of…the time it…it isn’t hard.” I managed to say.

She was just barely touching me, but it felt wonderful.

“And it gets hard like this because of me?”

“Oh, yeah! Of course, darling.”

She slid her fingers up and touched the purple, arrow-shaped tip.

That felt way too good.

I let out a soft groan and shuddered.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah pulled her beautiful hand back, “Did I hurt you?” she asked.

“Oh, Eīshān, no!” I told her, “What you were doing feels wonderful.”

“Oh, OK.” Kħadījah Al Kubrah said.

She turned and again began running her fingers up and down the swollen Uncut Hindu shaft jutting from my middle.

She traced the flared edge of the purple head of my Hindu erection, then slid a finger over the tip,

“There’s something coming out of it.” she said, without turning around, “Some kinda slippery stuff.”

Incredible sensations were whipping through me,

“Ah…yeah…uh…when I’m…ah…um…really turned on…um…like I…ah…am…now, it…um…does that.” I explained, “You know…I…um…I told you about it…ah…yesterday.”

“Oh, yeah, you did.” Kħadījah Al Kubrah said. She leaned over me a little bit and rubbed her finger over the tip of my Hindu erection again.

That drew another groan from me.

I experienced more fantastic sensations when, as she moved, her hair trailed over my lower chest.

I’d never anticipated how absolutely great that would feel.

“You told me one time you did this to yourself, didn’t you?” Kħadījah Al Kubrah asked. She was tickling the side of my Hindu erection that faced my feet, a particularly sensitive part of my anatomy, and incredible feelings were shooting through me as a result, “When we were talking about what I read about women playing with themselves in that stuff you gave me to read.” Her fingers continued to explore my Hindu erection, sending delicious feelings shooting through me.

Her actions were not very expert but I think that made them even more thrilling.

“Ah…um…yeah…I…um…do…ah…sometimes.” I smiled, “But…it…when I do it doesn’t…ohhh…feel as good…as…ummmm…when…ah…you….do…it.”

She turned her Confident Proud and beautiful head and looked at me, “How do you do it when you do it?” she asked.

I thought I’d anticipated every question she might ask, but I hadn’t.

I couldn’t possibly have dreamed that I’d be lying in bed with my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, while she played with my Hindu erection and asked me about the technique I use when I held it.

I couldn’t have dreamed it, but I was living it, “Ah…I wrap my hand around it and…you know…stroke it.” I croaked.

“I kinda thought it might be something like that.” Kħadījah Al Kubrah said. She wrapped her beautiful hand around my Hindu erection and began stroking me.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I groaned.

My body jerked.

I was being masturbated by her, and that woman was my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, and it felt way better.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah heard my exclamation and felt me move and stopped, although she did keep her beautiful hand wrapped around my Hindu erection,

“Did I hurt you?” she asked.

“Ah…no…it feels…incredible.” I gasped, “It feels way too good, actually. If…if you keep that up, you could make me come. I’m gonna make a huge mess if that happens.”

“Oh yeah?” she said. She glanced at me and smiled, “You mean if I keep doin’ this…” She began sliding her beautiful hand up and down on my Hindu erection faster and faster, “…you’re gonna shoot your stuff?”

“Ah…yeah…I…Oh, God! I sure am!” I moaned in reply, “Are…are you sure you…want me…to…to make a mess?”

“Go ahead.” she replied.

She’d gone back to staring at my Hindu erection while she stroked it.

I could see the side of her face and noticed that she was a little flushed and that the tip of her tongue was jutting out from between her lips.

It made me wonder if she wasn’t getting a little turned on by what she was doing.

I lifted my hand and started to caress her back while she stroked me.

She didn’t turn her Confident Proud and beautiful head or give me any indication she was aware of my caress.

She did keep stroking me, though.

My insides were churning and I was feeling better.

If what I was experiencing was any indication, I was going to hit the ceiling when I finally did come.

Only a few seconds later, I could feel it starting to happen,

“Oh… Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh… Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh… Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I groaned.

My hips were bouncing up and down, then I was coming.

I had my eyes closed, but felt the first jet of my erupting fluids splattering on my belly.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s hand kept moving, and what she was doing was aided as my gushing fluids lubricated me.

“Oh… Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh… Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh… Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I was feeling better than I ever dreamed it was possible to feel outside of actually making love with a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, kept stroking me well past the time I has stopped shooting any fluids.

Even though I wasn’t ejaculating, it still felt incredibly good, so good it verged on being painful.

She finally stopped when my Uncut Hindu Lund began to soften noticeably.

I could feel puddles of my warm, sticky fluids on my belly and running down my sides.

I knew I should get up and get myself cleaned off, but I couldn’t move.

I felt the bed move, opened my eyes, and saw Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, sitting there, gazing at me, with a smile on her face,

“Did I do that good?” she asked.

“It was unreal.” I replied, “But…but what about you?”

She continued to smile,

“Stay where you are.” she said, “I’ll get something to clean you off.” She slid over and got up, slipped on her bathrobe, and walked out of my bedroom.

I’d never have expected the things that had transpired so far today.

I heard water running in the bathroom, then footsteps coming down the hall and Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, walked into my room carrying a washcloth and towel.

She came back to the bed, sat down, and began wiping the puddles of come off me.

“Wow, that washcloth is cold.” I exclaimed.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, giggled, “You want me to go make it hot?”

“No, actually that feels nice.” I said, “How long has it been since you’ve washed me?”

“Long time.” she said, “I useta like givin’ you baths. You’d get to playin’ in the water and stuff, and laughing.” She finished wiping my belly and began cleaning off my Uncut Hindu Lund, which was soft and lying against my belly.

“I don’t remember much about that far back.” I said, “But I’ll take your word for it.” Having her wash my Uncut Hindu Lund felt good. Very good. In fact…

“Hey, your th…ah…Uncut Hindu Lund is starting to get hard again.” she said.

“Yeah…I guess it likes when you wash it.” I told her.

I gasped when she dragged the warm, wet cloth over the tip, “Oh, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā.” I said.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, had a grin on her face and her eyes were sparkling,

“I get the feelin’ you like my washin’ you.” she said.

She wrapped the cold cloth around my Uncut Hindu Lund, now fully erect, and began to stroke it gently,

“This here feels as if you like it a lot.”

“Oh, yeah, I sure do.” I replied, “I don’t just like it, I love it.”

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, still had her robe on.

I slid my hand inside the robe and, as she parted her legs, I slid it between them, and found that she was sopping wet,

“Looks to me as if you like washing me, too.” I commented.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, continued to “wash” my Hindu erection and nodded.

She had a smile on her face that was a mixture of love, pleasure, and desire.

She gasped softly when I slid a finger up between her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān labia and teased the tip of her clit.

I did it again and this time her gasp was a little louder and her body jolted.

We continued to tease each other a little longer, then Kħadījah Al Kubrah leaned over and kissed me.

I’ve already mentioned how wonderful it is to kiss her, but there was a fabulous new addition to our kiss this time.

When she leaned over me to kiss me, her soft hair tumbled across my face.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, did that ever feel wonderful!

While we exchanged kisses that grew more and more passionate, I slid my hand up and began toying with Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān excellent breasts and nipples.

The next time we paused for breath, my lover’s face was flushed and she was gasping.

Her nipples were as rigid as rocks.

“Move over…so…so I can…lay…down.” she gasped, “I…I want to feel you…in…me.”

“You go on top this time.” I told her.

She looked puzzled,

“Don’t…don’t know how to…do that.” she panted.

“Just move so you’re kneeling over my legs.” I said. She did as I suggested, “Now slid up a little.” I added.

She did that, too.

She was kneeling over me, her arms out straight, her hips were above mine and her hanging excellent breasts were tantalizingly close to my face.

I grabbed my Hindu erection,

“Lower your hips slowly.” I told her, and she did.

Eventually I felt her warmth and slippery wetness on the tip of my Hindu erection.

Her hips continued to drop and I was enveloped in the wonderful snug grip of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal opening.

“Oh, yeah!” she murmured as she sank onto me, “I saw pictures of people doin’ it like this in those papers you gave me. This feels good!” She pushed herself up so her body was at a right angle to mine.

I slid her robe down over her shoulders and she shrugged it off.

“It sure does.” I told her.

As wonderful as it had been to have her caressing my Hindu erection, that was nothing compared to how marvelous it felt being inside her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

I groaned softly when I felt Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal muscles contracting around my swollen Uncut Hindu Lund.

I thought, maybe, she was close to coming, but when I looked up, she was smiling down at me.

The contractions happened again and I moaned again.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, chuckled,

“You like that?” she asked.

“Oh, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, yes!” I groaned.

“I read how you can do that in the papers you gave me.” she said, “Thought I’d see if it actually worked.” She grinned, “Guess it does, huh?”

“It sure does.” I told her, “That feels so good.” I found the fact that my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was being more sexually aggressive extremely exciting.

As far as I was concerned, it was a good omen for the future.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, continued to contract her Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal muscles on me, then she leaned forward, put her beautiful hands on my shoulders, and began lifting and lowering her hips.

As she leaned over me, supporting her upper body on outstretched arms, her long hair formed a kind of tent covering my face.

Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān excellent breasts had swung down and her rigid nipples were dangling very near my lips.

I lifted my head, gently drew one nipple into my mouth, and began suckling it and lashing it with my tongue.

It was my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s turn to groan and shudder.

“Allah, Yā Allaaaaaaah! Durgesh, I love when you do that to my excellent breasts.” she murmured.

Her hips kept rising and falling and the contractions I felt became closer and closer together.

I switched my attention to her other proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān excellent breast.

That caused her movements to become even more urgent and the sounds coming from her to be more impassioned.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned, “Yā Allaaaaaaah DURGESH, it’s gonna happen again. I…it’s gonna happen again!”

I grabbed her bottom and began shoving my hips up against hers while she ground her hips down against me, “Come for me, Kħadījah, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my beloved.” I told her, “Go ahead, darling, come for me! Don’t wait.”

“Uhhhh! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!” she moaned.

Her body went into a series of undulating movements.

I was clutching her buttocks and could feel her muscles tightening and loosening as her orgasm detonated,

“Unnnnnnn! Ummmmmmm! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!Yessssss! Yā Allaaaaaaah yessssss! Yessssssssssss!” She groaned.

I was surprised to feel my hot Hindu fluids bubbling up and jetting into my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s vibrating Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot once more.

I had now two orgasms in one love-making session with her.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, lowered herself so she was lying against me while our bodies continued to writhe and we labored against each other for a little longer.

As our passion began to calm, our movements did, too.

Eventually we lay still.

Even then I could feel her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Vaginal walls making small spasms around my still erect Uncut Hindu Lund.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was lying with her Confident Proud and beautiful head buried in my neck.

I felt her take a deep breath,

“Allah, DURGESH I needed that so bad.” she whispered, “You always make me feel so good.”

I began to trail my fingers up and down her back and felt her shudder against me,

“You deserve to feel good.” I told her, “You went far too long without knowing how good it’s possible for a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman to feel.”

“You got that right.” she said. I felt her kiss my neck gently, “I wonder why my Ammījān never told me nothin’ about this. Or one of my sisters.”

“Maybe they didn’t know.” I ventured.

My Uncut Hindu Lund, continuing to soften, did not slid out of her even now, instead buried deepest into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot once again.

“Oh, darn, you are in me once more.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, murmured, “It tickles when you come out of me unlike that.”

“There are times I wish I never had to come out of you.” I told her, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, DURGESH.” she replied, “You’re my Hindu husband, now. My only husband.”

“It’s more than that.” I said, “I love you the way a man loves his Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman. I think, maybe, I always have.”

“Oh.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, said.

She lay there, on me, my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried deepest into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot, quiet, for quite a while.

Then she pushed herself up so she could look down at me, “I love you that way, too, DURGESH.” she said, “I know it probably ain’t right, but I do.” She lowered her face to mine and we kissed, deeply and tenderly.

When the kiss ended, she pushed herself up and we looked at each other lovingly for what seemed like a terribly long time.

I think that was the first time I realized my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, wasn’t just attractive, she was lovely.

“I gotta get up and clean myself up.” she said after our six more hot long sessions, she didn’t dismounted me before it.“And I gotta get busy. I have lots of stuff I need to get done.”

My Uncut Hindu Lund was as if now permanently residing into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot deepest.

Her comment seemed to break the spell that had formed between us.

She slid off me ultimately, got out of bed and slipped her bathrobe back on.

Then she leaned over and kissed me,

“You got me all messy.” she said, grinning at me, “Now I gotta take another bath.”

“You complaining?” I asked.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, blushed and shook her Confident Proud and beautiful head,

“You know I ain’t.”

“OK.” I said, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” she replied.

She turned and walked out of my bedroom.

Chapter 31

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

48. Making love and understanding everything

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

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 31

114. The everincreasing infinite lust

115. The women in my life

116. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

117.  A Deep Conflict-1

118. I’m never ashamed of it

119. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

122. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

123.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

124. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

128. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

129.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

133. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

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

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

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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