KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 12

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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 Chapter 12

Durgesh Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an

Durgesh Jāhnavī Dīxit

Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr

The sight of Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was unbelievable.

Her Ammī was Saůūdī Årab, Al Tawħīd Al Islam.

Her father was Indian Brāhmañ, Brahmdév Sharmā.

It was a great combination.

She had the straight black hair of an oriental, but the face was a sweet mix of the two.

I don’t know where the body came from, I was just glad that it was here, now. *

Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was only eighteen, and one of Jāhnavī Dīxit’s best friends.

It was a surprise what Jāhnavī Dīxit found in a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān girl that was even ten years younger than her.

The only thing I could think of was she was her husband’s daughter from his first wife, Al Tawħīd Al Islam

She was also asking me out on a date.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, how did I get out of this?

Or did I want to?

I knew the risks, but couldn’t help myself.

I was at Jāhnavī Dīxit’s apartment, where she was living with her Brāhmañ husband, Brahmdév Sharmā, while attending college.

Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was attending another school not far away, and the two girls and their other friends were constantly getting together to talk and laugh, just as they had been doing since they started hanging out in junior high.

I knew all the girls, of course, but had always had a feeling that Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was just a bit different than the other girls from the start.

It would appear I was right.

I had just agreed to help Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an find a car this Saturday.

She needed a new car and had hoped that her father could come and help her find one.

She didn’t have a lot of money to spend.

However, he had to work and she wanted a man to go along and make sure that she didn’t get screwed by some used car salesman.

I couldn’t blame one if he tried.

All of the girls were attractive, especially because of their smooth young skin and tight little bodies, but Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was the only one who was out and out SEXY.

She didn’t even appear to try, but it was there.

Nice round pointy tits, flat waist, flaring hips, sweet tight little ass and long legs.

All of that and very pretty besides.

I was lost.

I was already thinking that at least I could ogle her all day while we were looking for her a different car.

How the Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had changed me successfully, I myself wonder.

I was sixty three now.

Yet I was craving for a girl just eighteen.

Just eighteen to thirty.

That was what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan meant from ‘Jet’ in Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.

J: Just

E: Eighteen

T: Thirty

“And what about the Musalmān Beauties over thirty?” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smirked, “They don’t deserve Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund? Their above thirty Musalmān Cunts don’t qualify for Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund? A sixty three years old Uncut Hindu Lund is serving Jet Musalmān Cunts. It’s not needed in above thirty years Musalmān Cunts. They  can search of other suitable Uncut Hindu Penises. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the new Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā has declared the new policy of her Jannat-e-Firdaus. Lāhaul vilā qūvat.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

She was so bold now that she damn cared if the entire humanity watched her fucking her Brahmā Vishñu Mahésh.

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā was similarly on his back.

Nāzimah Yåqūb was similarly straddling Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.

“Congratulations Nāzimah Yåqūb Bājī.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cooed, “It’s not easy to snatch away a Bachhalyā from the ever jealous Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs. Mahéshvar Bachhalyā is however successfully you have excluded to serve you first.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb winked at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cunningly and smiled triumphantly.

“Nothing is impossible if we try to achieve sincerely. Thank you Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.”

Sidrah Aħmad Bājī have come here. They told me at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb was surprised.

“You are coming from Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?”

Sidrah Aħmad Bājī is the Chairperson of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. Isn’t she? It was only natural for me to go there to meet her.”

“She had come here.” Nāzimah Yåqūb told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, “We discussed our new strategies to ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’ movement. But Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī called her on her mobile. Sidrah Aħmad immediately went to Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī. I don’t know why.”

Sidrah Aħmad Bājī didn’t tell you?” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was somewhat disappointed.

“She said there was some emergency. She didn’t have the time to explain me everything in detail.”

“Allah!”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

“Congratulations.”

“To me?” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was surprised, “For what?”

“You have understood how to tame your Musalmān husband. Now you are free.”

The plane from London had just landed on the airport of Jaipur.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was glued to the cabin window.

It was the first time she was traveling to India and she had dreamed of it for years.

She had been fascinated by India, the beauty of the landscapes, the splendor of the palaces but even more by the glamour of Indian men in Hindutv pride even when they were doing daily chores among garbage heaps.

She had drawn in her India dream, her husband since two years.

He had offered her several salwar kameez and a series of sarees along with plenty Indian jewelry baubles for belly Dance.

She had occasionally worn them for Eīdul Fitr or other family parties.

She wore more often the jewelry, when she had a belly Dance performance in public.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was a Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān.

Her husband Al Muħammad Al Imām was too similarly, though Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had always dreamed of an Indian Hindu husband as most of the Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauties did.

At the time, she was 47 but she was taking so much attention to her skin and body that she looked ten of fifteen years less.

She had no wrinkles.

In addition, she had kept constant attention to her immensely arresting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body for the last six years.

She suddenly had decided to lose weight and asked for the help of a dietician.

Often such treatment helps you to lose a few pounds you win back shortly after but she had an inordinate force of will.

She had decided her ideal weight, 108 pounds and she had clung to her goal.

She had lost in fifteen months forty pounds and watched her weight daily since.

As Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had been practicing belly Dancing around six hours a week and several more at home, her skin had not sagged at all.

She had just lost some breasts to 36B and her measures had fallen to 36-30-36, not so bad for a Musalmān Beauty  of her age with two grown Hindu sons from Durgesh the unique.

Yes she was lucky enough not to enjoy only sex with Durgesh but to have my Hindu sons for her too.

But she still felt herself fat.

Clothes size had followed her weight loss and she could easily exchange sweaters with her husband’s daughter.

His thoroughly incompetent Saůūdī Årab Sheikħ Musalmān husband, as the most of the Årab Sheikħs were, could not give her any son, only daughters and daughters, damn him.

“Honey, it’s fantastic, we are in the dream country of you Musalmān Beauties, India, at last and did you hear the pilot? The temperature is 30¡ Celsius. In France, when we boarded the plane, it was freezing.” Al Muħammad Al Imām smiled at his prize beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān wife.

“Al Muħammad Al Imām, you idiot, you my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass licker, I wish you have followed my advice just to pack something warm for the return and take only light clothes.”

“ I took two salwar kameez and one saree. Don’t be angry, please, my lady luck.” Al Muħammad Al Imām touched her feet to please her.

Since his wife has succeeded to fuck the most amazing Hindu multi zillionaire Durgesh, Al Muħammad Al Imām was too much afraid of her.

Feeling tremendously insulted, Al Muħammad Al Imām wanted to divorce her, but Kħadījah Al Tāhirah managed him to be ass fucked by Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

Al Muħammad Al Imām gagged feeling Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Lund tearing his Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass, buried to the hilt.

“Sālé, musaddé,” Shankar Mahāpralayankar grabbed his beard fucking his till virgin Musalmān ass violently, “I’m not Durgesh, the softie. I’m the ardent follower of Dr. Ali Sina. I fuck you Musalmīn too in your anti humanity Musalmān ass. I don’t fuck Musalmān Beauties only, as Durgesh does. Durgesh is the Live in Relationship Partner of my own real Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān sister and other countless Musalmān sisters too. If you even think to harm Durgesh ever in any way, I’d proudly kill you fucking your terrorist Musalmān ass.”

Al Muħammad Al Imām could not speak even a word.

He knew very well that Shankar Mahāpralayankar was actually a Hindu underworld Don.

The Muslim underworld Dons were Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Hindu ass lickers.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar fucked their Musalmān houseladies.

And they couldn’t do anything to Shankar Mahāpralayankar ever.*

“It s amply sufficient, we will buy what we need when we arrive at our first stopping place. Our travel guide will tell us where to find what you need.” Al Muħammad Al Imām murmured to his thoroughly successful wife Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

He knew now very well that she has successfully joined the utmost dangerous club of Musalmān Beauties and their Hindu lovers, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

Sidrah Aħmad was its present president.

Nāzimah Yåqūb, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī were its great patrons.*

Muħammad Åbbās still remembered when he first saw his friend, Durgesh, squeezing his Bahū Bégum’s chūchiyān in the kitchen & then next time taking her to a hotel.

He was furious to the extent to slap me.

His friends were right.

They had warned Muħammad Åbbās.

Durgesh has already fucked most of our extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies. Now, it’s your number.”

“Yet,” O.P. Dīxit commented gravely, “What can we do?”

Vikram Rājpūt, Mr’tyunjaý Chauhān, Milind Joshī, everyone sighed his helplessness.

Muħammad Åbbās was surprised somewhat.

“What do you mean? Durgesh has fucked your Brāhmañ houseladies too?”

Brāhmañ houseladies, Rajput houseladies, Jain houseladies, Christian houseladies, Jew houseladies, atheists houseladies― Durgesh has fucked almost our entire houseladies those are beautiful.”

Muħammad Åbbās couldn’t believe it.

“I thought Durgesh was actually humiliating us Musalmīn only.”

“It’s not a matter of humiliation at all, Åbbās.” Akbar Mujāhid couldn’t stop himself, “actually Durgesh is doing it because he is our friend and he doesn’t want our houseladies vagabond here and there. He wants to keep their adultery unto himself and hush hush.”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

“It means,” Muħammad Åbbās said at length, as if fallen from the seventh sky, “it means Durgesh is really our friend and he is keeping our honor instead of disgracing us?”

“That’s right.” Akbar Mujāhid said with almost choked voice, “He has raped my daughter, Ruqayyah Mujāhid recently. Not because he had lust for her. She was falling for Brahmdév Sharmā instead.”

Brahmdév Sharmā?”

“Yes, the Minister, the Congressman we voted for. He was after my just eighteen daughter.”

Everyone was again dumbfounded.*

When I woke up I was tied down to a bed with a ball gag in my mouth I tried to shout for help but it was muffled by the ball gag.

It was very dark in the room but in turning my head to try and see if I could get free I noticed the clock and it was 4:12am.

I was very worried about this as I was sure by now all my friends would have left and that I was probably the only one left.

I then heard a voice talking to someone it was a guy talking to the girl that had obviously drugged me.

She said bye to him and from what I could tell he left as I heard the door close.

After this, the door to the room I was in, opened and the bitch came in to the room.

I struggled to get free but it was no use.

she then said to me,

“We are going to have a lot of fun tonight, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

As she said this I thought that this might actually turn out to be not that bad as I was sure she just wanted to have sex with me and she was so hot that I really didn’t care at all that she drugged me.

She then told me that she would be back soon.

About ten minutes or so later I heard the door bell go and heard another few girls’ voices.

I actually started to get quite excited about what I thought was going to happen.

The door opened again and Sājidah Imām the girl that had tied me up was standing with another two girls wearing latex dresses.

They came in and Sājidah Imām left.

One of them went in to her bag and brought a syringe out and injected it into my left arm which knocked me out cold.

I woke up hanging up spread eagle in a cellar dungeon.

Nothing fancies really just a big overhead beam with a couple posts out to the sides and a nice easy chair with a table on the side.

I had locking cuffs on my ankles that were chained out to the sides so my feet, which have 5 inch stiletto heels tied on them, are held about two feet apart so that she has free access to my Hindu crotch.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad raping me again?

I couldn’t believe it.

Yesterday I’ve raped Ruqayyah Mujāhid myself.

And today I’m being raped.

My Bhogchakr was really even beyond my control.*

Samīnah Ħabīb was exhausted as the cheerleading coach dismissed them from practice for the day.

Since transferring to City High a month ago, her life had certainly changed.

She had found herself making friends easily and had won a position on the cheerleading squad after her first tryout.

As she made her way to the locker room with the rest of the Musalmān Beauties, she wryly thought about how hard she had thought it was going to be to leave the University and friends she had known all her life to begin anew.

It sure had been a lot easier than she had imagined.

Even her Hindu Lover, Durgesh, had found it easy to fit in to the new University and routine.

Even as she started to undress to take a shower, Durgesh was out at football practice competing for the quarterback position.

As she undressed, Samīnah Ħabīb looked around the locker room at her fellow cheerleaders.

This was supposedly the cream of the crop, the best looking, most athletic Musalmān Beauties  in the University.

They sure were a diverse bunch, she thought.

There was Sherī Åbbās, a tall, dark-haired girl with big, upright tits, dark nipples that always seemed to be hard whenever Samīnah Ħabīb had seen them, slender waist with her hips flaring to her legs, which tapered down, long and slim, a dark thatch of hair filling the juncture of her thighs.

Always with Sherī Åbbās were Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ, Padminī Tripāŧhī with blonde hair, not quite as tall and big as Sherī Åbbās, but her pale tits ended in large, cream-colored nipples and her hips were big.

Della Christ was a redhead, just like herself, but unlike herself, Della Christ’s hair was cropped short, almost like a boy’s haircut, causing her totally freckled body to really stand out.

She had nice, firm tits with pale, cherry nipples at the end.

Her fiery red bush was not very dense, allowing you to get a peek of pale skin underneath.

Samīnah Ħabīb self-consciously examined her own body in the mirror.

Her tits were nice and firm, very upright with big, dark-cherry nipples on the end. Her waist was very slim, showing a nice flat belly with her thick bush of red hair sticking out below. Her long, thick red hair hung down past her shoulders. She couldn’t see anything to complain of, so she joined the others in the shower.

Sherī Åbbās Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ were laughing together as they soaped up and began to work lather up.

Samīnah Ħabīb began to shower at the shower next to them, listening to their conversation.

Sherī Åbbās was talking about her date the night before with me, the other boy trying to become the quarterback on the Literary team.

Sherī Åbbās was talking about how it hadn’t taken me any time at all on our date to begin trying to kiss her and feel her up.

She laughed as she described how desperate I had seemed as she thwarted my attempts to feel her up.

She related how, as the evening passed, she had relented somewhat and began to make out with me, kissing me and sucking tongues together.

She commented that I was really a good kisser with a really long tongue.

Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ laughed as she said this.

Sherī Åbbās commented that she was going to go out with me on Friday and that she planned on letting me go a little further this time, maybe even letting me play with her tits a little bit.

As she said this, Sherī Åbbās reached up and gave both of her soapy tits a good squeeze and massage, pinching her nipples for good measure.

Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ laughed.

Della Christ reached over and pinched one of Sherī Åbbās’s nipples, causing her to squeal as she tried to pinch her back.

Laughing, they all finished showering and got dressed.

As they dressed and began to leave the locker room, Samīnah Ħabīb moved over next to Sherī Åbbās to ask her a question.

“Sherī Åbbās,” she asked, “how do you control guys so that they don’t go too far?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” she replied. “You just make sure that they think there’s a chance that they might succeed and they’ll go along with anything.”

“But what happens when things start to get too far along?”

“Well, either you like them and go along or you don’t like them and you fight like crazy,” Sherī Åbbās laughed.

“Yeah,” Della Christ commented, “when was the last one you fought like crazy because you didn’t like him?”

“Well,” Sherī Åbbās answered, “at least I know before I go out with them if I’m going to like them. Not like you, finding out when it’s too late to do anything about it.”

Della Christ grimaced.

“Dearie, Durgesh and even the other Hindus are not so easily available to us Christian and Jew Beauties as they are available to you Musalmān Beauties.”

Sherī Åbbās laughed.

“We Musalmān Beauties  know you Christian and Jew Beauties are immensely jealous of us.”

“You mean you’ve let some of them do what they want?” Samīnah Ħabīb inquired.

“Of course I have,” Sherī Åbbās responded. “If I didn’t, they’d all know that I was just a tease and nobody would want to go out with me.”

“Hah,” Della Christ said, “you do it because you love it and you know it.”

“Well, so what,” Sherī Åbbās retorted, “at least I get it from people I choose, not just whoever chooses me.”

“I like the guys I go with,” Della Christ replied. “What about you, Samīnah Ħabīb, ever had been with a guy?”

“No, not like that. I haven’t. I mean, I’ve made out with some of the boys I’ve gone out with, I’ve just never gone any further.”

“Well, neither have I,” Padminī Tripāŧhī chimed in. “I’m sure I will when I’m ready, I just wasn’t born always horny like these two,” she said laughing.

“I wasn’t born horny, I just ended up that way,” Sherī Åbbās laughed. “I’ll bet that before the University year is out, both of you end up losing your cherries. Face it, you’re cheerleaders now. Every guy in University wants to be with a cheerleader. You’ll have your pick of them, after I do, of course, then you’ll end up doing it with someone.”

“I don’t know,” Samīnah Ħabīb said. “I always thought it’d be with someone special the first time.”

“Who’s to say it won’t be,” Della Christ replied. “It can be really nice. Believe me, I know. It doesn’t have to be tawdry at all.”

“There’s nothing tawdry about me,” Sherī Åbbās declared, “I just like boys. I’ll tell you what,” Sherī Åbbās said with a sly grin, “Friday night I’ll let you guys hide in my house and you can watch Durgesh making out with me. My parents are away for the weekend so they won’t be there. What do you say? You can hide in the study and I’ll get Durgesh  to make out with me in the living room.”

“I’ll be there, you can bet on it,” Della Christ said laughing. “How about you two, you going to join me?”

“Sure,” Padminī Tripāŧhī said. “I think it’ll be funny that Durgesh won’t know we’re watching him. You gonna come, Samīnah Ħabīb?”

“I guess so,” she replied. “It seems sort of weird though, peeping on people making out.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Sherī Åbbās said. “Maybe you’ll get some pointers.”

With that they all went their way as they walked home.

As Samīnah Ħabīb lived in the opposite direction from the other three, she walked home by herself, reflecting on her new friends.

They were always nice to her but she still felt a little like an outsider.

Face it, she was.

I’ve only been here a month, Samīnah Ħabīb reminded herself.

They’ve known each other for years.

As she continued on her way, Samīnah Ħabīb thought about how happy her parents had been to move to Friend, Nebraska.

She couldn’t believe it when they had told her and Durgesh that they were moving from Portland, Oregon to Nebraska.

It had seemed like a move in the wrong direction.

Midterm 2012 was due in India now.

Samīnah Ħabīb was worried that her Abbū, Muħammad Ħabīb might lose to her own Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm.

Her Abbū, Muħammad Ħabīb, was stupid enough not to resign from Indian National Congress.

He still thought inanely that UPA would return to power.

Samīnah Ħabīb’s Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm, laughed.

Anna Hazare and his team have already caused Indian National Congress to lose Assembly Elections in five states, Goa, Punjab, Uttarakhand, Uttar Pradesh and Mañipur. You still believe UPA can return to power. You are foolish.”

Padminī Tripāŧhī watched her father, Rām Sharañ Tripāthī.

He was fighting from Ayodhya parliamentary seat from Indian National Congress.

Padminī Tripāŧhī was worried that there were more than ninety percent chances he could lose to the BJP candidate.

Muħammad Åbbās was fighting from BJP there.

He has promised to his voters to build Rām Mandir at Ayodhya.

Now it seemed as though she could hardly remember Oregon anymore.

Nebraska was really nice, open and no rain all the time.

The people were a lot more open than they had been back in Oregon and it wasn’t as square as she had been led to believe.

Just as she got to the street she lived on, Samīnah Ħabīb heard her name shouted from behind.

Turning around, she saw it was I, marching to catch up to her.

Samīnah Ħabīb really loved me.

I was so good- looking and nice.

Everyone seemed to like me.

I was medium, yet athletic, always did great at everything I tried.

As I caught up to her, I grabbed her in a big hug and swung her around.

“I’m going to be the starting quarterback,” he announced gleefully. “They told us today.”

“Oh, Durgesh, I’m so happy for you,” Samīnah Ħabīb said, hugging me fiercely. “Now I’ll really have a reason to cheer.”

“How’s cheerleading going?” I inquired. “Is it as much fun as you hoped it would be?”

“Well, it’s a lot more work than I thought, but I like the Musalmān Beauties and it’s a good workout. In fact, I’m going out with some of them Friday night,” she said, deciding that it was going to be fun watching Sherī Åbbās in action.

“What about you, any dates in mind yet?” she asked me.

“We’ll see,” I smiled. “I want to see what being quarterback brings my way. You found anyone yet?” I teased, knowing how shy she was.

“I’m not in any hurry,” Samīnah Ħabīb said. “Besides, no one’s really paid any special attention to me yet.”

“They will, especially when they see you out there jumping around in your cheerleading outfit.”

Then we went into the house where Samīnah Ħabīb’s Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm, was beginning to fix dinner.

As Samīnah Ħabīb began to help with the dinner, she told her of her day in University, I being especially proud of having earned the starting quarterback position on the Literary team.

“Muħammad Ħbīb will be real proud of you,” Attāhirah Al Kulsūm said. “He called and said he’d be a little late tonight, so we’ll eat before he gets home.”*

My rhythm, increased feeling Arzumand Jahāngīr’s nectar drip out of her hole and onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I had replaced my fingers with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I had to.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was adamant.

It was like warm water running down my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I’d never felt a Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot like this.

It was just so sweet and soaked.

I could feel her tense up as she slightly lifted her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up.

‘Is she cumming?’ I wondered.

I looked closely as she was quivering with delight.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Pakistani Sunni Musalmān head was tossed back as she whimpered as quietly as she could.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, oh my God, she is cumming!” I watched as my maternal cousin climaxed on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was throbbing as her orgasm finished.

I loved the way she felt inside I didn’t even want to remove my Uncut Hindu Lund from her hole.

I left my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her until she slowly seemed to recover.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt herself smile shyly at me.

I was moving closer to Arzumand Jahāngīr.

I wanted to kiss her again as I’d done the other night.

We were about to lock lips when we heard loud noises.

It was the car behind us honking.

It looked like the streets were open again.

I quickly put the car on drive and I raced home.

I was going to make love to Arzumand Jahāngīr tonight.

There was no doubt about that.

Arzumand Jahāngīr knew what was going to happen as well.

She was ready for it.

She was prepared to have I make love to her.

The siblings drove home full of raging desires for one another.

This time we weren’t going to let anything stop us.

The rain had stopped by the time Arzumand Jahāngīr and I got back to the apartment.

The sky above us looked clear as if it had never rained.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was eager to get inside and show I just how much she loved me.

Putting my car in park, I rushed to run around my car and open up Arzumand Jahāngīr’s door.

I held her hand as she got out of the car.

I wanted to kiss her now, but knew there were peering eyes bound to catch us.

We kept quiet as we headed up to the apartment.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot wet from her unbelievably erotic orgasm.

She watched me nervously fumble with the keys as I ppened the door.

She took a deep breath as I stepped aside to let her in.

This is it!

Arzumand Jahāngīr knew me t was time to let I love her.

Arzumand Jahāngīr stood in the hallway hearing me close the door behind and locking it.

I turned the lights on.

She closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes as I put my arms around her from behind.

My body felt so strong, so good against her petite body.

“I love you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I whimpered in her ear as I pushed her hair aside letting my lips brush against the back of her neck.

My hands were on her shoulders and she reached with her own hands to place them on me.

“I-I love you too Durgesh,” she said nervously.

My hot breath was gliding on her skin so gently.

My lips kissed her skin tenderly and Arzumand Jahāngīr could feel My Uncut Hindu Cock hard as I stood behind her.

She felt me slide my arms around her waist holding her tight.

I loved the way my little maternal cousin felt.

She felt so fragile and innocent.

I could smell the light touch of her perfume as the aroma dazzled me.

I was finally getting my fantasy to come true.

I had her to myself, finally.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I want you. I want you so bad!” I spoke softly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt me turn her around to face me.

I looked at her childlike face.

Her skin felt as flawless as I cupped her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.

I leaned down to kiss her.

Her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips met with mine and we shared an intense kiss.

Arzumand Jahāngīr let herself go, accepting me kiss once again.

My kiss had left her wanting me more.

My tongue slithered in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth as we touched tongues exchanging saliva from our eager mouths.

Arzumand Jahāngīr and I both moaned while we kissed so erotically.

Arzumand Jahāngīr wasn’t sure if it was the fact that, she was kissing me that got her so turned on, or the fact that she was truly in love with me.

I  didn’t see Arzumand Jahāngīr  as my maternal cousin , I saw her as a beautiful young Musalmān lady that wanted me .

And I wanted her.

Arzumand Jahāngīr broke our kiss and tightened her hold she had on my waist.

Durgesh, let me make love to you.” Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t believe it herself that she was speaking out her true feelings.

My eyes widened.

My little maternal cousin wanted to ride my Uncut Hindu Cock!

She had already succeeded.

She made me to do it in the car.

Yet, it was not enough.

She actually wanted to slide her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot up and down my aching Uncut Hindu Cock.

Oh, fuck that was hot!

I grabbed my maternal cousin and lifted her up in my arms.

Arzumand Jahāngīr gasped at first taken by surprise.

“Let’s go to my room,” I said as I carried her.

In my room, I kicked off my shoes and moved towards Arzumand Jahāngīr like a mad man.

Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t resist my touch.

We kissed with hungry kisses and Arzumand Jahāngīr was losing herself more with me than with any other man she’d ever been with.
Arzumand Jahāngīr pushed me towards my bed.

She wanted to have my Uncut Hindu Cock in her right away.

She’d been keeping all her feeling to herself but tonight she was going to let me know everything she felt for me.

“Oh I ! I wanna see your Uncut Hindu Cock!” Arzumand Jahāngīr blurted out putting her hand on my Uncut Hindu Cock over my pants.

“Get it out of my pants darling.” I said in a lustful rage.

I just let myself fall back on the bed with my hard Uncut Hindu Cock showing through my slacks.

Arzumand Jahāngīr stood above me looking shy but very curious.

She zipped down my pants and pulled out my aching throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked down and her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes grew wide looking at my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was everything she’d fantasized it would be.

My thick mushroom head was slimy with precum.

The glow of my precum was making her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth water.

She stepped back and took her sandals off.

She let her own shaky hands pull her panties down.

I watched my little maternal cousin get on top of me.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body felt so light, so beautiful.

She leaned down to kiss me softly as my hands brought down her spaghetthe straps from her dress.

Her amazing breasts fell out right away.

They were a c-cup size.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s nipples were small and thick in a dark pink color.

I reached up to put one of my maternal cousin’s breasts in my palm.

Arzumand Jahāngīr tossed her head back moaning as I squeezed her nipple.

She could feel my fingers on her nipples.

She was so ready for anything I was willing to give her.

She’d never really had a chance to make love to a man she really loved.

But now she was here with a man she loved with all of her heart.

Arzumand Jahāngīr could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock twitching as I squeezed her nipple.

My precum was getting all over her legs but she didn’t care.

She loved my Durgeshly juices on her.

Though she kept wondering what my Hindu cum would feel like inside her.

“Mmmm yes! Squeeze my nipples Durgesh darling,” She rasped out.

I moved from one nipple to the other taking turns squeezing them.

I cupped each breast with one hand as I kissed them.

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked down as she watched me kiss her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

My palm was hungry for her tits.

I couldn’t take any more.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, fuck me. Fuck my Uncut Hindu Cock darling,” I said roughly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr tossed her hair to the side and lifted her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up enough to get my big Uncut Hindu Cock ready to go inside her.

She grabbed it with her hand and felt it pulsing as she lightly stroked it.

I put my hand over hers as she looked at me.

“Are you on birth control or do you want me to wearing protection?” I asked in the heat of the moment.

Arzumand Jahāngīr just gave me a devilish grin.

“I’m on the pill, dear.”

“Oh, fuck! Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, I want you Arzumand Jahāngīr! I want you!” I moaned anxiously.

Arzumand Jahāngīr straddled me and slowly slid her tight excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot on My Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Mmmmgggghhhh,” she wailed loudly as My Uncut Hindu Cock was piercing her tight little hole.

She could feel my manhood creeping inside her, opening her up.

“Yes baby, that’s right. fuck big Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock. Do it Arzumand Jahāngīr. I love you!” I was holding on tightly to her waist.

“Oh I love you Durgesh. I love you so much!” Arzumand Jahāngīr was now shrilling loudly as she finally got all of my Uncut Hindu Cock in her.

She started moving her hips around seductively savoring the feel and length of My Uncut Hindu Cock.

I had never felt a tighter excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot than this.

She seemed so innocent, yet she knew damn well what she was doing.

Arzumand Jahāngīr slowly began to grind her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot on My Uncut Hindu Cock.

I felt so incredible!

She could feel the veins of my Uncut Hindu Cock massaging her inside.

Moving her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body faster she was now on a rampage fucking My Uncut Hindu Cock.

I  held on to her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts pinching her nipples as I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock being smashed by my maternal cousin ‘s warm juices.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot glided gracefully up and down my long Hindu shaft.

I felt each stroke of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot pulling my skin up and down making me want to explode hard in her.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was feeling the sensation of my Uncut Hindu Cock as she rode it.

She couldn’t believe she was finally here, making love to me .

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was now adjusting to my size and more letting her enjoy this wonderful lovemaking.

“Yes! Oh, that’s it! Keep riding me baby!” I was breathless.

“Mmmmm your Uncut Hindu Cock feels so good!” Arzumand Jahāngīr exclaimed as she fucked My Uncut Hindu Cock harder now, pouncing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot so hard making my balls move up and down.

She’d clench her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot on my Uncut Hindu Lund making me want to lose control.

I suddenly felt my balls tighten with sperm ready to shoot out into my maternal cousin’s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

I was going to cum hard.

I just knew it!

I shut my eyes tightly for a few seconds as I was starting to release my Hindu cum.

“Mhmmmmm Arzumand Jahāngīr! I’m cumming! I’m fuckin’ cumming!” I groaned loudly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr accelerated her speed and felt me shooting out my Hindu cum all inside her.

She felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body jolt for a minute as she took my shot of cum.

It was incredibly sexy.

I felt as if I was shooting out gallons of cum.

I’d shot out at least 6 times long angry ropes of cum.

I’d wanted Arzumand Jahāngīr for days now and now I saw what she could do to me.

“Oooh yes! Put your Hindu seed in me Durgesh. Ooooh I have it in me! Look I’m taking it! Oh fuck!” Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her own body tense.

She was reaching an amazing climax right there on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot clasp my Uncut Hindu Lund hard and her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body shook madly.

She looked at me as she came.

“Yes baby, cum on my Uncut Hindu Cock. Fuck yes!” I grabbed her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts harder feeling her nipples erect more as she was finishing her orgasm.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt herself weaken after an intense orgasm.

She laid her head down on my chest.

She could hear my heart beating rapidly.

She was so out of breath and spent.

I just ran my Uncut Hindu Lund through her hair as I held her close to me.

“You’re amazing Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I murmured.

Arzumand Jahāngīr moved looking up at me.

“I love you Durgesh. I think I love you more than I’ve ever loved any man.”

I smiled.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I want to be with you.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed my lips lightly. “I’m scared Durgesh darling. What if we fall deeply and madly in love?”

I didn’t respond.

I just stroked her pretty face and let her lay her head back on my chest. “It’s too late Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m already deeply and madly in love with you,” I finally responded.

Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed brushing her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips on my chest.

She was fearful of what the future had in store for us, yet she was so intrigued by being her my lover.4

Arzumand Jahāngīr rested on top of me feeling my Uncut Hindu Cock soften inside her.

She brought herself up laying down next to me as we stared into each other’s eyes.

She kept thinking of all the times we used to fight when we were younger.

I used to pull her bra and she’d chase me around the house.

I used to tease her when she wore her braces. Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled to herself as she recalled those Moments.

Never in her life had she imagined she’d be like this.

In love with me.

“How do you think we can get away with this relationship?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked as she ran her finger on my lips.

“I don’t know. We have to be very careful Arzumand Jahāngīr.” My gaze was on her pretty face with my hands on her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

“You mean we have to sneak around?”

“Well sort of. Yes, I guess you can say that. At least for the time being.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes saddened.

“I hate the fact that we’ll have to sneak around. I’d love to be able to tell anyone how much I love you.”

“Even Mumānījān and Māmūjān?” I asked raising my eyebrows.

Arzumand Jahāngīr  sighed as she cringed. “Well I guess not everyone.”

I held Arzumand Jahāngīr closer to me.

I’d watch her grow up to be a beautiful young lady.

She had grace, style and beauty all in one package.

How could any guy resist her?

“Arzumand Jahāngīr.  We’ll worry about that later. Right now, I just want to have you next to me. Like I have been wanting for that past week.” I said kissing her forehead.

“DURGESH, it’s so strange how we fell in love, don’t you think?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked stroking my hair.

I kissed her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips tenderly.

“Yes it is. I wish the circumstances were different.”

“Oh Durgesh, why does life have to be so cruel, yet so kind? I mean I think it’s cruel for it to fall madly in love with you, and kind that I’ve found a man like you to love, to cherish.”

I just held Arzumand Jahāngīr tightly feeling her warmth.

She felt so womanly, yet so much like a young child.

The aroma of our sex was all over the room and I loved the sense it brought.

“I’m gonna take a shower Durgesh.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said sitting up.

I raised myself up from the bed.

“Can I take one with you?”

Arzumand Jahāngīr blushed.

“I’d love to have you in the shower with me.”

“Alright then!” I cheered.

We walked into the shower, still half clothed.

Arzumand Jahāngīr turned on the shower making it a nice hot one.

The water started to run warm and then hot making the room steamy.

I stood before my maternal cousin and slowly raised her dress.

My hands slid on her firm bottom feeling it, fondling it.

Arzumand Jahāngīr giggled as I touched her gorgeous glorious excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

“Mmmm I never thought you’d be touching my butt like this.”

I lifted her dress up over her taking it all off.

“Well, I never thought I’d want you so much.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr stood there completely naked.

Even though the room was hot, her nipples were hard.

I was almost breathless looking at my maternal cousin naked.

Eīshān, God, she looks delicious I thought to myself.

Her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts so firm, her tummy so flat, her skin so soft and delicate.

“You’re so beautiful, Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m falling more in love with you each second.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr held me close to her naked skin. “I love you Durgesh. I love you so much.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr began pulling out the rest of my shirt.

Somewhat of it was still tucked in my loose open pants.

I stood back as Arzumand Jahāngīr unbuttoned my shirt.

She did each button slowly never taking her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes off me.

Finally, with the last button my shirt came open exposing my hard chest.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes devoured my manly body.

Her hands moved down to my pants sliding them off leaving me in my boxers.

I stepped out of my pants and took off my socks.

I grabbed Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s hands and put them on my waist pushing them down slowly removing my boxers.

She felt herself gasp looking at me there, completely naked.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was hard again.

Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled modestly.

“Come on; let’s get in the shower, before the hot water runs out.” I said playfully.

We both stepped into the steamy water together.

I stood behind Arzumand Jahāngīr holding her under the waterfall.

I watched her hair get wet as the water hit us.

Her wet young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body was close to me.

I ran my hands up and down her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Arzumand Jahāngīr closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes feeling my hands roaming every part of her.

She reached out to grab the spring smelling bar of soap lathering it in her hands.

I grabbed it from her hand.

I glided my hands on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s breasts letting the soap suds run down her chest.

Arzumand Jahāngīr leaned her head back and our lips met for a sensual kiss.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s hot young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body tingled with feelings of hot lust for me.

Yes, touch me more. Don’t ever stop Arzumand Jahāngīr thought to herself.

I kept lathering up more soap and ran my hands down Arzumand Jahāngīr’s body making sure she was covered up with soap bubbles.

The scent of soap filled the room reminding us that it was just us, alone in the shower.

Arzumand Jahāngīr turned around letting her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes meet with me.

She pressed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body against my letting the suds get on my body.

We began to kiss losing ourselves under this wonderful rain of water that covered us, protected us from the real world.

The soap was washing off our bodies slowly.

I looked over to my right to grab the bottle of shampoo.

I smiled down at Arzumand Jahāngīr as she looked up at me with admiring eyes.

I poured some of Arzumand Jahāngīr’s apple smelling shampoo on the palm of my hands and placed it on her hair.

Arzumand Jahāngīr chuckled softly as I began to wash her hair.

My hands massaged her head as I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund lightly on her hair.

I stared down at Arzumand Jahāngīr.

She was so gorgeous standing there naked as I washed her hair.

Arzumand Jahāngīr tossed her head back slightly letting the water wash off the shampoo.

I just observed this beautiful sight.

The shampoo ran down her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body slow like honey.

I grabbed the bar of soap again lathering it up once more to start rubbing Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot with it.

Arzumand Jahāngīr whined softly feeling me washing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

My hands gently ran up and down her wet slit.

She got a hold of the soap and returned the favor.

She got a handful of suds and placed her hand on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

She stroked it up and down washing me up.

I bit my lip enjoying Arzumand Jahāngīr’s touch.

Arzumand Jahāngīr took the bottle of my shampoo and got a handful of it as she started washing my hair.

I laughed as she reached her little arms up lathering up my hair.

I picked her up a little as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“I love being here with you,” I whimpered.

“I want this moment to last forever, “Arzumand Jahāngīr responded holding me tightly.

I dipped my head under the water letting the shampoo wash off my hair as it fell onto us both.

Arzumand Jahāngīr helped by rinsing my hair out.

I carefully turned around as I carried Arzumand Jahāngīr in my arms.

I placed her back against the tile wall.

“I want to be inside you again Arzumand Jahāngīr.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed me softly.

“Yes. Make love to me again Durgesh.”

I adjusted her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body and immediately plunged my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her sensitive excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Arzumand Jahāngīr let out a loud moan as I entered her once again.

I began to thrust my hips madly as my Uncut Hindu Lund quickly entered and exited her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

We kissed passionately as we made love while the water continued to bathe us.

I loved the way Arzumand Jahāngīr’s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot swallowed up my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I could feel her still so tight and warm.

I never wanted to take my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her.

I wanted to be in her eternally.

Arzumand Jahāngīr held on to me tightly as I made love to her.

It was so erotic making love in the shower.

She’d always fantasized about doing that someday, but now that day was here.

She was glad to be able to share it with such an amazing person, DURGESH, her Hindu lover.

“You feel so good. I want to explode in you again, Arzumand Jahāngīr.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked at me with love.

“Do it Durgesh, my Hindu Love. Just let yourself cum into me. I want to take it all again.”

A few more thrusts and I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock spurting out cum right inside Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Each shot of my Hindu cum that Arzumand Jahāngīr took from me, made her shudder.

 Chapter 13

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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: 10

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 10

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

Durgesh Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took out her mobile.

Now Durgesh is needed.

Now Durgesh is needed.

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

Only Durgesh can defeat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is One Man Woman.

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

She had gone to the extent to seduce Durgesh herself.

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

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

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled once more ironically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was Durgesh’s real Ammī.

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.

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

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

“Why?”

“I have complaint against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.”

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.

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

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

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

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

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was such a goody-goody!

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

told her so!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was a petite little hottie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had never been dumped before.

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

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

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

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

Fuck him!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was a nice guy.

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

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

Surprising.

Chemistry was not my subject even in graduation.

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

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

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

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

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

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was startled.

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

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

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled.

“What’s wrong with my language?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Everyone knows it, you idiot.”*

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

“I’m coming for you…”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hung up the phone.

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

Nothing ever came of it.

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

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

He just figured it was Hindu teens making prank calls.

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was starting to get frightened.

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

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

“But the calls.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah stammered.

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah just looked at him.

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

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

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

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

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

If anything Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated being scared the most.

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

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

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

The alarm went off at 5:30 am.

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

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

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

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

“I really don’t mind.”

“I said no!”

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t bother to dress.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t see the use.

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was wrong.

Soon after 10:30 am the calls started coming.

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

But soon they changed and became much more terrifying.

It seemed they came every twenty minutes or so.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah struggled and finally got her eyes opened.

“Did you have a nice nap?”

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

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

“Not until we’re done with you.”

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

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

There were six of them.

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

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

She got even more afraid.

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

Even fully erect MAYBE two inches only.

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah shook her head, “No”.

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated it.

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

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

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

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

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

The group laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started crying even louder.

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

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

But then he bit down hard on it.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed and Rām Mohan laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, a Musalmān is also with them?

What an irony.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew Rām Mohan was close to cumming.

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the Hindu warmth fill her.

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

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

It was either swallow it or choke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But that was soon to be corrected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah controlled herself.

She stopped the tears from running down her face.

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

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

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

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

It was the only way to win over the devils.

They are prepared for Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s noncooperation.

Why not cooperate with them?

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

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

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

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

She can’t undo what has been done.

So, why not enjoy it now?

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

But does it make any difference now?

She has recognized now all the six Hindu scoundrels.

They belong to Shiv Senā.

But actually Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā is a Congressman.

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

She knew it very well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The three fucked her for what seemed an eternity.

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt him then pull out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It has turned now into something Kħadījah Al Tāhirah crave.

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knows she needs help.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knows that it isn’t right.

But it’s the truth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s own dark truth.

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

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

Not without it.*

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

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

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

Well!

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

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

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

In one moment Al Fātimah Al Zohrah recovered.

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

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

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

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

There was something proprietary, something dangerous about them.

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

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

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

But my Uncut Hindu Lund!

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

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

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

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided to play along.

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

sort of trouble?”*

Nāzimah Yåqūb was straddling on Mahéshvar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled.

She was shamelessly straddling Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā was lying on his back on her bed.

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

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

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

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

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

Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed.

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

Brahmdév Sharmā felt himself tremendously humiliated.

His wife Jāhnavī Dīxit had demanded Durgesh from him.

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

Jāhnavī Dīxit smiled.

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

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

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

Brahmdév Sharmā looked at his beautiful wife helplessly.

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

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

“You are crazy.”

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

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

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

“Shut up! You bitch.”

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

Muħammad Yåqūb entered there.

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

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at her husband.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah?”

“Don’t you know her?”

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

Chapter 11

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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



Midterm 2012: 27

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 27

Durgesh Kħadījah Al Tāhirah

Durgesh Shubhrā Joshī

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

It was just terrifying when Muħammad’s wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, caught him surfing for ashvinātam porn.

Muħammad thought she was asleep in bed and Muħammad was indulging himself as usual in front of his desktop computer.

But for some reason Muħammad’s wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, got up.

Muħammad didn’t hear her come into the study behind him until it was too late.

“And what exactly do you think you are doing?” Muħammad’s wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, said.

Muħammad thought he was going to faint.

The blood rushed to his head and Muħammad panicked, pressing every key he could find.

But the video just wouldn’t go away.

The big Hindu  guy was just easing his Uncut Hindu Lund  into the ardent Musalmān Choot  of a rather beautiful looking mature Musalmān lady.

She was on her back, legs wide apart, massaging her Musalmān clit.

“DON’T!” Muħammad’s wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, shouted “Leave it alone. I want to see what turns you on these days Muħammad, while even I can’t, you impotent.”

“Look, I’m sorry…” Muħammad stammered “I just wanted to…”

“Oh shut up” Muħammad’s wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, said, “Don’t start telling lies as well.”

I was thrusting into the Musalmān lady now, wobbling her huge Musalmān boobs and making her gasp with my each Hindu poke.

Durgesh is quite a lot bigger than you. Isn’t he, Muħammad?” Muħammad’s wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, said. “Don’t you wish you had an actual Lund like that, not your immensely incompetent cut Musalmān nūnī?”

Feeling immensely humiliated by his own extremely beautiful extremely sexy Musalmān wife, Muħammad didn’t say anything.

He never understood why most of the Musalmān Beauties were ever sexiest.

He had to acknowledge, at least to himself now, that Musalmān Beauties were actually right after all.

The ever sexiest Hindus are really the ever perfect ever competent males for Musalmān Beauties.

The ever religious Musalmīn were never suitable men for the ever sexiest Musalmān Beauties.

Sooner or later, ultimately, every Musalmān male would realize this cold and hard fact.

Allah, how ravenously Musalmān Beauties respond Hindus when Hindus fuck them.

Muħammad has seen so many ashvinātam porns that he is now utmost confident most of the Musalmān Beauties are not made for ever religious Musalmān males.

Moreover the Musalmān males are losing their maleness fastest nowadays.

They are turning into bisexuals and even in gays.

They are themselves in love with ever competent Uncut Hindu Lunds in their own Musalmān asses.

Muħammad’s wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, sometimes taunted him about his lack of sexual prowess.

Well, most of the Musalmīn were suffering from the same shame and humiliation.

Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives loved to fuck the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt Durgesh more than they wanted to oblige their incompetent Musalmān husbands.

Even if Durgesh was not available, they offered themselves to other eligible Hindus.

Hindus never refused to them.

Moreover, why should they?

Commissioner of Police Shrīkānt Joshī lacked Y-chromosomes to the extent that he couldn’t give his wife, Dr. Sabīħah Åbbās Hāshmī even a single son.

She gave birth to thirteen extremely beautiful Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ daughters.

Shubhrā Joshī was the eldest of them.

She was married to Vinīt Sharmā.

It was a tragedy that despite the fact Vinīt Sharmā had Y-chromosomes too, he couldn’t give any son to his extremely beautiful Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ wife Shubhrā Joshī.

He gave three extremely beautiful daughters to her.

Dr. Abhilāshā Sharmā PhD 28, Vinītā Sharmā 26 and Padmā Sharmā 24.

But no son at all.

Shubhrā Joshī offered herself to Durgesh and within three months, Shubhrā Joshī was pregnant with Durgesh’s son in her Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ womb.***

 

There is a saying that, “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.” Vinīt Sharmā believed it’s true.

Vinīt Sharmā had always tried to do what was right.

Vinīt Sharmā had always lived by the Golden Rule:

Treat people how you want to be treated.’

Those are Vinīt Sharmā’s words to live by.

Vinīt Sharmā himself had always tried his best to live that way.

Yet, why is living a good life so fucking hard?

Vinīt Sharmā had never messed anyone over.

He never said a mean word to anyone.

Even if they were wrong, Vinīt Sharmā always presented the facts to them in a pleasant way.

When Vinīt Sharmā was wrong, Vinīt Sharmā admitted he was wrong, without any delay whatsoever or pretence.

In other words, when Vinīt Sharmā was presented with a problem he took the high road.

Vinīt Sharmā was just living Vinīt Sharmā’s life, oblivious to any warning signs, when it happened.

It was a life-changing event, however, when it happened.

Vinīt Sharmā had just come home from a two-day conference in Texas when Vinīt Sharmā was blindsided by his wife.

Shubhrā Joshī, the aforementioned ‘wife’, and their daughters were sitting around the kitchen table.

They were laughing and joking around.

When Vinīt Sharmā asked,

“What’s so funny?” the mood changed almost immediately.

Shubhrā Joshī didn’t ask, she told Vinīt Sharmā:

Vinīt Sharmā, why don’t you take a seat?”

He was not sure he was right or not but he suspected Shubhrā Joshī said ‘Vinīt’ and ‘Sharmā’ both, sarcastically.

Vinīt Sharmā suspected she was as if trying to humiliate him on his own name even.

Vinīt Sharmā sat down and she waved a set of papers around in Vinīt Sharmā’s face.

“Vinīt Sharmā, take these papers and read them. I am not asking for anything but the house. There are also adoption papers in there. I want Durgesh to adopt the daughters. I know you’ll want the best for them, so just sign it and we’ll move on,” Shubhrā Joshī informed Vinīt Sharmā, cool as a cucumber.

 

Vinīt Sharmā’s wife of twelve years had just presented him with the paperwork for a divorce, and adoption forms for Vinīt Sharmā’s three daughters!

Vinīt Sharmā’s eldest daughter Abhilāshā Sharmā looked at Vinīt Sharmā with a little smirk on her face.

Abhilāshā Sharmā was twenty-eight years old and a PhD already.

Vinīt Sharmā loved her very much.

But Abhilāshā Sharmā never understood Vinīt Sharmā.

Abhilāshā Sharmā never treated Vinīt Sharmā respectfully.

She charged Vinīt Sharmā that he was an unsuccessful husband as well as an unsuccessful father too.

Vinītā Sharmā, Vinīt Sharmā’s second daughter, twenty-six years old, didn’t even bother to look at Vinīt Sharmā.

She was too busy listening to her IPod to feel anything about losing her father.

Padmā Sharmā, Vinīt Sharmā’s twenty four-year-old, youngest daughter was the only one who had anything to say.

“Daddy, Durgesh is a multi-zillionaire. He had the biggest house. Mom loves Durgesh very much and we like him,” Padmā Sharmā explained, as if that would somehow make everything ‘all better.’

Vinīt Sharmā just sat there looking at Shubhrā Joshī and the daughters as if they were crazy.

Maybe it’s PMS or early menopause, Vinīt Sharmā thought.

Maybe this Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ bitch was bipolar.

Maybe she’s high or drunk.

Nah — Vinīt Sharmā doesn’t smell any alcohol on her breath.

So where is this divorce shit coming from?

Shubhrā Joshī finally dropped the papers on the counter, and handed Vinīt Sharmā a check for half of the money in their bank accounts.

“Daughters, take your dad’s bags to his truck,” demanded Shubhrā Joshī. Un-fucking-believable! They had packed Vinīt Sharmā’s bags before he got home and then laid in wait before they moved in for the kill.

“Shubhrā Joshī, do you think I was going someplace?” Vinīt Sharmā asked with a slightly menacing tone.

“You’re moving out Vinīt Sharmā, hadn’t you been listening?” replied Shubhrā Joshī.

“Shubhrā Joshī, this is my family’s house. My parents told me I could live here long before we got married. Vinīt Sharmā don’t recall your name being on anything tied to this house. Vinīt Sharmā don’t know what had happened to make you want a divorce, but you’re never going to take my parent’s house. You can leave, but I am staying in this house!” Vinīt Sharmā shouted.

Shubhrā Joshī rolled her extremely beautiful Brāhmañ eyes and realizing that she couldn’t win that one, changed her orders and yelled at the daughters to pack their bags.

They would have to change their plans and go to Durgesh’s house.

“Shubhrā Joshī, who in the fuck is Durgesh between us?” Vinīt Sharmā finally had the chance to ask.

“Vinīt Sharmā, you’re a fucking moron; Durgesh is the man who had been fucking the shit out of me while your dumb ass is at work,” said Shubhrā Joshī.

Shubhrā Joshī wasn’t guilty or remorseful.

She showed nothing but disrespect and contempt for Vinīt Sharmā.

Vinīt Sharmā looked at his daughters for their support.

Abhilāshā Sharmā just told her younger sisters to hurry up.

“Dad,” said Vinīt Sharmā’s daughter, Abhilāshā Sharmā, “Durgesh can give us a better life. Besides Mom loves him and so do we.”

Vinīt Sharmā’s other daughters nodded their heads in agreement.

Vinīt Sharmā stood up, walked to the door and opened it.

They all headed towards Shubhrā Joshī’s car.

“Shubhrā Joshī, don’t touch that car. I paid for it and it’s in Vinīt Sharmā’s name. Fuck you and your brats; call your Bachhalyā Piyā Durgesh  and tell him to pick all you sorry fuckers up.”

Shubhrā Joshī and the daughters looked back at Vinīt Sharmā and all of them — the daughters as well as Shubhrā Joshī — flipped him the bird.

Vinīt Sharmā was beyond pissed; Vinīt Sharmā had worked his ass off for this family and they dumped him for a Bachhalyā  with money?

Vinīt Sharmā did what any normal man would do.

He got stinking drunk.

He ended up passed out face down on the laundry room floor.

He understood it was all because Shubhrā Joshī had to get Durgesh’s political support.

It was not easy to get it for a Brāhmañ Beauty from a Bachhalyā without Living in Relationship  with him.

UPA II government had failed miserably.

They passed ‘Lokpal Bill’(?) with simple majority but failed it to provide constitutional status.

BJP with the entire opposition demanded the resignation of UPA II government.

Shubhrā Joshī was a Congress MP as Vinīt Sharmā himself was.

She was smart enough to go with the winner now.

For the first time in Vinīt Sharmā’s life, Vinīt Sharmā hated somebody.

Vinīt Sharmā hated this ‘Durgesh’ guy with a passion.

But more than him, Vinīt Sharmā hated Vinīt Sharmā’s own family.

He realized that it wasn’t all Durgesh only.

Vinīt Sharmā’s so-called family had chosen to betray Vinīt Sharmā.

Once Vinīt Sharmā had sobered up the next morning, he cleaned himself up, went online and found a lawyer.

Vinīt Sharmā made an appointment for the next day at noon.

They loved him so much, Vinīt Sharmā figured, Vinīt Sharmā would give them what they asked for.

Vinīt Sharmā’s attorney looked over the agreement and told Vinīt Sharmā to sign it before Shubhrā Joshī changed her mind.

Vinīt Sharmā signed it and Vinīt Sharmā’s lawyer sent it back.

Shubhrā Joshī didn’t even ask for child support.

She didn’t need it at all.

Her new Live in Relationship Partner was a multi zillionaire, the utmost successful Bachhalyā business tycoon.

The suspected he was the ever richest, ever wealthiest one, perhaps, of entire human history until now.

Durgesh the greatest,’ they called him, ‘na bhūto na bhavishyati’.

In the blink of an eye, with the stroke of a pen, Vinīt Sharmā no longer had a wife or daughters.

Vinīt Sharmā’s family threw Vinīt Sharmā away like some day-old bread.

So much for staying together until the daughters leave or dreams of growing old together.

Six months later the divorce became final.

Everything changes with time and so did Vinīt Sharmā.

Vinīt Sharmā threw himself into his work.

Vinīt Sharmā went back to college and got his Master’s degree, then a PhD.

Vinīt Sharmā was now Dr. Vinīt Sharmā, Ph.D, CPA.

He knew most people find accounting to be boring but then again, so was Vinīt Sharmā’s life.

Somehow, accounting was just Vinīt Sharmā’s style.

Vinīt Sharmā decided to open up his own office.

It was a boutique operation that provided personalized attention to high-net-worth clients.***

So, Musalmīn were not alone.

Muħammad smiled.

Sālī his wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Sālī Uncut Hindu Lund obsessed ever-ravenous Musalmān Beauties.

They always blame Musalmīn only for giving them daughters mostly.

Why don’t they acknowledge that even Hindus are not very much far behind in the matter?

Commissioner of Police, Shrīkānt Joshī, is not one of the ever abused ‘terrorist'(?), criminal(?), criminal minded(?), backward(?), inhuman(?)   Musalmīn.

Was he?

Isn’t he a Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ?

Then what about his thirteen extremely beautiful sophisticated Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ daughters?

Didn’t Dr. Sabīħah Åbbās Hāshmī MBBS marry Commissioner of Police, Shrīkānt Joshī, to avoid such an occurrence?

But,

Muddåī lakh burā chāhé to kyā hotā hai?

Wohī hotā hai, jo manzūr-e-Kħudā hotā hai.’

Even Commissioner of Police Shrīkānt Joshī failed to give any son to Dr. Sabīħah Åbbās Hāshmī MBBS.

Namāz bakħshwāné gaī thīen, ulŧé rozé gale pađé.’

Thirteen Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ daughters.

It would have been better if Dr. Sabīħah Åbbās Hāshmī MBBS had thirteen Musalmān daughters instead of thirteen Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ daughters.

Brāhmañ Beauties had a toughest competition nowadays with ever-aggressive Musalmān Beauties in getting competent Hindu husbands.

Hindus preferred and loved to marry, or even maintain their Live in Relationship with extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties rather than with the ever coldest Brāhmañ Beauties.

Yet this had the effect of making Muħammad  lose his erection quite often, which just made matters worse.

“She’s enjoying that. Isn’t she?” Muħammad’s wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, went on. “I wonder if he’ll give her a little Hindu son.”

That was another taunt directed at Muħammad.

They didn’t have children.

They never found out why, because they weren’t that keen to be parents anyway but she always hinted that it was Muħammad.

I suddenly pulled out of the mature Musalmān lady’s Musalmān Choot and squirted my Hindu sperm all over her stomach and breasts even after filling her Musalmān Choot overflowing with my Hindu Vīrý.

“Oh what a waste” Muħammad’s wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, said, watching me squeezing the last drops out of my Uncut Hindu Lund onto her Sunni Musalmān bush.

“I suppose you were having a wank, were you?” Muħammad’s wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, said.

“No, I was just…” Muħammad replied.

“Shut up Muħammad, you disgust me.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah interrupted. “Now I’m going back to bed and I suggest you find another bed in this house for tonight.”

Well Muħammad was shaking after that episode.

He helped himself to a large whiskey and then went off to the spare bedroom.

But Muħammad had to admit he didn’t get much sleep.

Moreover, after that roasting, Muħammad seriously thought his wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, would divorce him.

Muħammad’s wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, was scary.

She hadn’t always been scary.

She was really quite meek and mild when Muħammad married her.

Muħammad seduced her in a tent on holiday.

She let Muħammad do all sorts of things and what’s more, she did whatever Muħammad asked!

But for the last eleven years she’s had a high powered job as Human Resources Manager with this big company in town and now she really thinks she’s the big cheese.

Muħammad heard that the staff called her “The Bitch“.

To be fair she looked the part, tall, short dark hair, quite a hard face, but sort of pretty too.

Every day she wore a short black dress to work.

She had a whole wardrobe of them.

His wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, did look spectacular in those black dresses.

The summer dresses in particular were quite low cut which showed off her magnificent pair of boobs and all the dresses were slim fitting which leaves you in no doubt about her figure.

She did a long course on Interview Technique some years ago and being questioned by her is something like being in a torture chamber.

One of his mates called her a stuck up bitch.

Muħammad wasn’t supposed to hear that but Muħammad did, and what he said didn’t really surprised Muħammad.

There was a good joke —

What is the difference between a Musalmān slut and a Musalmān bitch? A Musalmān slut is a Musalmān girl who will sleep with any Hindu  and a Musalmān bitch is a Musalmān slut who won’t sleep with you, only because you are a Musalmān!

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and Muħammad’s relationship had gone downhill over the last few years or at least Muħammad thought it had.

They had sex once a week, on Saturday evenings.

She just let Muħammad take off her nightdress and fuck her.

That was about it really.

As Muħammad himself said,

“I’m not a great performer in the bedroom, but that is mostly because of her attitude. Well, I’m a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān, not a bloody sexy Hindu who can’t think anything without intermingling sex in it.”

Yet Muħammad also had to confess that Muħammad probably couldn’t perform at all without the little blue pill.

Muħammad started taking those pills a year or two ago and they were fantastic!

So when Muħammad got her nightdress off and looked at her beautiful naked Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body Muħammad got really hard and it didn’t collapse on Muħammad until Muħammad had had his wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

But without the blue pills, things don’t always work out for Muħammad.

Relationships were distinctly frosty for some weeks after the video episode.

Whilst Muħammad was permitted back into the martial bed, sex on Saturdays was completely off the menu.

It was a Saturday morning when his computer went down.

Muħammad was just about to send an important email to a business colleague in Hong Kong when it just died on him.

Right, what to do?

He knew, he had to use his wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s laptop, the one she took to work every day.

She was out shopping so he couldn’t ask her permission.

Muħammad just turned it on and soon Muħammad had his email away.

Muħammad didn’t know why, but then Muħammad opened Internet Explorer and clicked on history.

Allah, yā Allah!! The silly Musalmān cow didn’t know about deleting history, did she?

There were all these sites, and every one of them was Ashvinātam.

Muħammad did a search next “*.jpeg”.

And all these photos came up.

Jeez! One after another, there were hundreds!

A small number showed Musalmān  guys with huge Lunds but the rest were Hindu  fellows with massive stiff Uncut Hindu Lunds pleasuring neat little Musalmān  girls!

What’s more there were three videos, and one of them was the very video Muħammad had been watching when Kħadījah Al Tāhirah caught Muħammad!

Well Muħammad was truly shocked by that!

Carefully Muħammad put her laptop back exactly, where it had been.

Yet he wondered what to do with his discovery.

Should Muħammad confront her?

Ask her if she wanted to be fucked by the  big Uncut Hindu Lund of Durgesh, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt?

Maybe Muħammad should arrange himself it.

After all, Muħammad’s entire rest of the extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies are already enjoying Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

Aren’t they?

Only Kħadījah Al Tāhirah never approved of it.

But if she enjoyed it so much on internet, why not in reality?

Who is capable in stopping her?

Muħammad decided to do nothing and to think about it.

So Muħammad was careful not to mention anything at all.

That might let on that Muħammad had ever used her laptop, or that Muħammad knew anything about her little obsession.

Every now and then Muħammad checked up on her and sure enough, the library of Durgesh’s ashvinātam fucking pics was growing.

Durgesh was fucking not her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends but Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies as well in those pics.

Muħammad was staggered.

Muħammad’s wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, was into Durgesh’s Ashvinātam porn!

Muħammad may be naïve but he really didn’t think that Musalmān female did Durgesh’s Ashvinātam porn, well only a very few of them, Muħammad thought.

How wrong he was.

Allah, yā Allah!

After a couple of months, Muħammad finally plucked up enough courage to get her nightdress off one Saturday evening.

But all the time he kept thinking about what she really wanted.

Looking down at her beautiful naked Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body while his cut Musalmān nūnī  slipped in and out of her neatly trimmed bush, his imagination went wild thinking about how she might react to having Durgesh  in bed with her and what they would do together.

Then Muħammad began seriously to think about how Muħammad could fix something with me.

Muħammad knew that if Muħammad suggested anything to her it just wouldn’t work.

There would be denials and she would just explode.

Anyway, Muħammad would have to confess that Muħammad had been using her laptop.

Of course, Muħammad knew straight away, whom Muħammad could ask.

It would have to be Fātimah, his daughter.

Durgesh loved to fuck Muħammad’s extremely beautiful youngest daughter Fātimah everywhere openly.

Muħammad’s extremely beautiful youngest daughter Fātimah was an exhibitionist feminist.

Despite Durgesh’s so much disapproval, Muħammad’s extremely beautiful youngest daughter Fātimah always manages Durgesh somehow to fuck her openly in public places.

She could easily offer him her own extremely beautiful Ammī, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Of course, there was the small problem for Muħammad of how to ask Durgesh  if he wanted to fuck Muħammad’s wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah!

But Muħammad’s extremely beautiful youngest daughter Fātimah could easily offer her extremely beautiful Ammī, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, to Durgesh, claiming her Abbū, Muħammad, couldn’t satisfy her Ammī.

Durgesh should take care of her Ammī too as he was taking care of Muħammad’s extremely beautiful youngest daughter Fātimah, sexually.***

Once Muħammad’s extremely beautiful youngest daughter Fātimah told him that Durgesh was actually Ħazrat Mahdī ålayhissalām.

He is the Kalki Avtār of Hindus too.

He can project his infinite bodies.

He fucks every Musalmān Beauty actually, but the Musalmān Beauties think it’s their dream only.

“Nonsense,” Muħammad had shouted, “Are you crazy? How is it possible?”

I laughed fucking Muħammad’s extremely beautiful youngest daughter Fātimah in her Abbū’s very presence.

“Abbū, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is strategically spreading these fantastic stories. Your daughters are active members of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.”***

I still find it hard to believe that this actually happened.

It all started when my Live in Relationship Partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was about to deliver our child.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I had been Living in Relationship about two years now when she got pregnant.

I tried to stop her,

“We have only two years of our Live in Relationship, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. You are only thirty.”

“So what?” Shubhrā Joshī interrupted.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Shubhrā Joshī.

“Dīdī, he thinks I can’t afford to be a mother now.”

Durgesh darling,” Shubhrā Joshī smiled at me, “she is thirty already. Let her give birth to your son now. It’s the perfect age to be habitual to be a mother.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed,

“To be habitual to be a mother? Allah, Dīdī, how many children do you think I want to have?”

Shubhrā Joshī smiled,

“Well, your Kħālājān, my Ammī, Sabīħah Åbbās Hāshmī, has thirteen daughters. Hasn’t she?”

I smiled,

“You haven’t any brother at all?”

“Nope.” Shubhrā Joshī also smiled at me, “My father, Commissioner of Police, Shrīkānt Joshī, lacks Y Chromosomes, as you and your ancestors lacked X Chromosomes.”

“You are Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Kħālāzād cousin?”

“Allah, Hey Bhagvān, you didn’t know?”

“Sorry,” I laughed, “I’d forgotten.”

“It’s all right,” Shubhrā Joshī cooed, “I can understand.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not a Musalmān Beauty.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed,

“Hey, Dīdī, you are attacking your younger sister.”

I also laughed,

Brāhmañ Beauties are more sophisticated.”

“Nonsense!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said furiously in fake fury, “You mean we Musalmān Beauties are not sophisticated?”

“You Musalmān Beauties are sexier.” I winked at her.

“Keep having sex with Durgesh in public places.” Shubhrā Joshī laughed, “And you’d worsen his opinions about you Musalmān Beauties more and more.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at her fourteen years elder, extremely beautiful and highly sophisticated Kħālāzād cousin, Shubhrā Joshī.

“Keep remaining sophisticated, you idiot Brāhmañ Beauties. We Musalmān Beauties love to be sexier. Moreover, we are proud of being sexier than you ever coldest Brāhmañ Beauties.”

Shubhrā Joshī owned a nice two-bedroom condo in a small town outside Boston.

It was a gift to her from her multi-millionaire Ammī, Sabīħah Åbbās Hāshmī.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan insisted to have her first son under the care of Shubhrā Joshī.

Shubhrā Joshī loved Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan even more than she loved her own twelve real younger sisters.

Due to some complications, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  was bedridden for the last three months of her pregnancy and had to be watched carefully.

When it came time for the baby to be born the doctor checked her in early so they could try to control her delivery.

Around the time she was about to go to the hospital, her folks offered to drive up from their home in Ved Nagar and stay with us to help out until Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan felt up to taking care of herself.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  jumped at the offer.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s folks have always been great to her and were a pleasure to have around.

They were always there for their kids when they needed them.

Shubhrā Joshī’s Ammī, Sabīħah Åbbās Hāshmī,  was an utmost successful medical doctor.

She made Shubhrā Joshī a more successful medical doctor herself.

So getting away for a while wouldn’t be a problem for them.

They originally lived up here, but had moved to Ved Nagar shortly after Nafīsah Salmān started her Live in Relationship with me.

The cause of all that happened started when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan first developed these complications and had to be confined to our bedroom.

Along with this came the orders of no sex for the duration, from Shubhrā Joshī, her Kħālāzād cousin and her medical doctor, of course.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I had not had a very active sex life lately.

Not to brag, I have a very abnormal high sex drive and I need to get some every day.

We weren’t getting along too well, fighting and bickering, as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was constantly bringing Jet Musalmān Beauties in my sex life more and more, trying even to replace my mature Musalmān Beauties.

But neither of us was willing to part however.

It was a great comfort to me that despite her other differences of opinions with me Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was an ardent One Man Woman.

So Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  thought having a baby might help.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had some attributes one can’t ignore.

She had huge, round tits, a soft round Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass and killer legs all wrapped around a full figure that made her very sexy to me.

When we first started going together the sex was great, but what I really fell in love with was just how sweet she was along with being one of the sexiest Jet Musalmān Beauties.

Then as time went on, things went a bit sour, so when she got pregnant we thought it might force us to work on our Live in Relationship.

I was left with Kħālidah Yåqūb to reduce the tension.

Even extremely beautiful Musalmān girls just seemed to like me.

And once they got to know me they wouldn’t leave me alone.

But now here I was, three months without any nonstop real sex!

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s folks arrived the night before Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was going to the hospital and it was real nice having them here.

They helped get Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ready for the next day and Shubhrā Joshī cooked a great meal for everyone.

I took Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in the next morning and spent the day with her, getting her settled.

The doctor explained that they were going to induce her slowly to try and control her delivery.

She told us that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  would probably deliver in 48 hours, but they would be monitoring her progress the whole time.

I could go home and they would call me if she got close when I wasn’t there.

I left to go home for supper and told Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan I would be back in the morning.

I had a nice dinner with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s folks, watched some TV and headed off to bed.

Once I stretched out and felt the cool sheets caress my Uncut Hindu Dick I began to get hard and realized I needed relief.

Kħālidah Yåqūb yanked on my Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund.

After a long nonstop sex session with Kħālidah Yåqūb I felt my cream rise up my Uncut Hindu Dick and explode into Kħālidah Yåqūb’s extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Choot.***

Even then I woke the next morning about as horny as ever and it seemed my sex session with Kħālidah Yåqūb was only making matters worse.

Kħālidah Yåqūb was good, but she was not as sexy as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was.

I needed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, or someone as sexy as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was.

Kħālidah Yåqūb was more ardent a Musalmān than she was sexy.

I put on a pair of long shorts and the way the fabric inside brushed against my Uncut Hindu Dick only inflamed me even further!

I was sitting at the table reading the paper when my Brāhmañ Sālī, my Brāhmañ sister in law, Shubhrā Joshī, walked in.

“Oh honey, I didn’t know you were up already. I would have gotten up earlier and made you some breakfast.” she said.

“It’s OK Shubhrā Joshī, don’t worry about it. Where’s Vinīt Sharmā, your ever moral husband?” I asked.

“He went to buy a paper, he’ll be back soon. Can I make you some breakfast?” she asked.

“Sure, that would be great.” I said and watched her move around the kitchen.

I noticed for the first time that my Brāhmañ Sālī, my Brāhmañ sister in law, Shubhrā Joshī, had a nice figure that her thin robe couldn’t disguise.

Even at her forty-four, she had full, round, tits that seemed to just sag a bit under their own weight, a small waistline with just a hint of a slight bulge at her stomach, a nice, round, Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ ass and long, tapered legs.

It must have been due to my lack of extraordinary sex, but I became mesmerized watching her move about the room, retrieving things from the refrigerator.

Her tits were bouncing and her excellent exquisite Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ ass was swaying under her robe.

I had never in my life thought of Shubhrā Joshī as any kind of sexual object, but in a blink of an eye it all changed!

At one point, she bent down to get a pan out of the cabinet and her robe parted across her leg, her nightie riding up her legs, exposing her creamy white thigh.

My Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund lurched in my pants and began to swell as Shubhrā Joshī  remained in that position, trying to find the right pan, with me being unable to tear my eyes away from her bare leg!

She got frustrated in her search and stood for a Moment.

And then Shubhrā Joshī bent over to continue her hunt, causing her robe to ride up the back of her legs and stretch tightly across her round glorious sophisticated Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ ass!

This sight caused my aroused Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund to go into overdrive and quickly rise to its full length, hard as a steel bar.

I was overwhelmed by conflicting feelings of recognizing this woman as my Brāhmañ Sālī, my Brāhmañ sister in law, Shubhrā Joshī, the woman I had known all my life and had never considered as anything but that.

She was my loving respectable elder Brāhmañ Sālī, my Brāhmañ sister in law.

Shubhrā Joshī was fourteen years elder to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

But now I was confronted with this sudden, irresistible, reaction I was having to her as a desirable sophisticated extremely attractive Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ Beauty!

I had seen her prepare breakfast in this exact same way, dressed in this exact same way and never felt an inkling of what I felt at this Moment!

I thought I must be losing my mind, but I couldn’t stop watching her as my pulse began to race and my body heat started to rise.

I found my breath shorten as my Hindu male hormones went into overdrive and I was overcome with lust for my respectable elder Brāhmañ Sālī, my Brāhmañ sister in law, Shubhrā Joshī!

I was reeling in a sexual intoxication as I watched her move to the stove, taking in every little jiggle beneath her robe.

My heart was racing and the hair on my arms was standing up as I started to imagine the feel of her soft skin against mine.

I couldn’t sit there anymore and got up to take my cup to the sink, quickly realizing my Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund was fully erect and pushing out the front of my shorts.

I reached inside and readjusted it as best I could so it would lie back against my stomach, the wide elastic waistband helping to hold it in place.

My intention was to get out of that room and get to my bedroom where I could get some relief with Kħālidah Yåqūb once more.

The kitchen was a galley style with a square at the end for a table and chairs.

As I made my way by my Brāhmañ Sālī, my Brāhmañ sister in law, Shubhrā Joshī, there was not a lot of space since there are cabinets and counters on either side.

In the process of going by her she suddenly seemed to have a problem setting the burner, said something under her breath and then leaned over the stove to get a better look.

In bending over she sent her round glorious sophisticated Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ ass right into my inflamed Bachhalyā Hindu crotch and I could feel my hard Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund briefly become enveloped into the crevice of her excellent exquisite Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ ass cheeks!

This had the same effect on me as when a dentist hits a nerve as a shiver went up my spine and my Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund lurched in my pants.

I didn’t get a chance to savor the feeling as she quickly straightened out and half turned to face me.

My Brāhmañ Sālī, my Brāhmañ sister in law, Shubhrā Joshī,  showed no signs of realizing that she had accidentally bumped into my raging Bachhalyā hard-on with her pillowy Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ ass!

“Oh, sorry Durgesh, hon! I didn’t see you back there!” she smiled innocently.

But in the condition I was in, I doubted she smiled cunningly instead, not innocently.

As we think so we see?

I wasn’t sure.

“It’s o.k. Shubhrā Joshī.” I lied. “You got a problem, darling?” I tried to compose myself and seem interested in helping her.

“My dear Bachhalyā Jījū, it’s your stove. I can’t seem to get the setting right on the burner” Shubhrā Joshī complained.

Bachhalyā Jījū’!

Shubhrā Joshī didn’t call me ‘Jījū’ only.

She called me Bachhalyā Jījū.

Was it significant to attract my attention towards the historical fact that Bachhalyās were brought into existence by Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī to take care of Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even, sexually?

Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī!

Though the entire BrahmJagdambās were the real mothers of the Bachhalyās, Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī was the one who conceived the idea originally.

She was so furious with Brāhmañs that she declared them incompetent husbands for the Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even.

She brought Bachhalyās into existence and managed not only Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu, but the entire Brahmarshis even, to support her in declaring then Brāhmañs incompetent husbands for entire Brahmkanyās and Brāhmañs too.

Was Shubhrā Joshī intimating that she was made for me, not for her ‘incompetent’(?) Brāhmañ husband Vinīt Sharmā?

I was not sure.

But I was also not sure that Shubhrā Joshī was not intimating it, as well.

“Yea, we have the same problem, let me show you.” I said as we both turned toward the stove.

I leaned in from behind her, my chest lying on her back and my engorged Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund, Bachhalyā Lund?, lightly caressing her excellent exquisite Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ ass.

We were practically cheek to cheek as I showed her how to adjust the stove to any temperature she wanted.

As I did this, I took in the heady, musty scent of my Brāhmañ Sālī, my Brāhmañ sister in law, Shubhrā Joshī’s wonderful sophisticated miraculously young Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ body.

Obviously, she hadn’t showered yet and her sophisticated Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ aroma was driving me wild!

As she watched my hands on the control dial closely, I let my eyes wander down my Brāhmañ Sālī, my Brāhmañ sister in law, Shubhrā Joshī’s neck and chest until I caught an eyeful of her Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ cleavage from her billowing nightgown and robe.

Her tits were round and succulent, covered in freckles and they rose and fell with her breathing.

I could almost see the beginning of her areolas and nipples, but they remained hidden against the material of her nightie.

My Hindu libido, Bachhalyā libido?, was in overdrive now, as I couldn’t fight off the overwhelming rush of Bachhalyā lust I felt for her!

My eyes retraced their trail up her chest and came to rest on her exposed neck.

It was long and graceful even though it showed her age somewhat.

I wanted to bury my nose up against it and ram my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund, Bachhalyā Lund, between the crease of her round glorious sophisticated Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ ass!

Somewhere deep within my stupor I heard her say “Thanks, hon” and look at me. I sophisticatedly refocused on her face.

“You know Shubhrā Joshī, you smell really good, what are you wearing’, darling?” I asked.

“Why?  Nothing. I haven’t even showered yet.” she replied with a somewhat puzzled look on her face.

“Really?” I asked. “I could have sworn I could detect something really nice.” I said as I let my face drop to the area of her neck just below her ear.

I took a deep breath and filled my senses with Shubhrā Joshī’s wonderful sophisticated miraculously young Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ odor, lost in a world of wantonness.

I pressed my Bachhalyā nose against her sloping Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ neck, nuzzling it up and down.

Durgesh, what are you doing???” she asked, with a bit of annoyance in her voice.

I didn’t answer, but kept on nuzzling her neck as I brought my hands up and rested them on her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ buttocks.

I felt all reason leave me as I began to follow my nose with small kisses up and down her neck

“Durgesh, stop it right now, this isn’t funny!!” she yelled pulling her neck away from my face.

“Oh…Uhh..sure…” I said and broke away reluctantly. “I… ah… better get ready to go see Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”

I struggled to leave the room without exposing my raging Hindu, Bachhalyā? hard on to my Brāhmañ Sālī, my Brāhmañ sister in law, Shubhrā Joshī, and made my way to my room.

Once inside I stripped quickly, my rock-hard Bachhalyā Hindu Lund twitching and swaying.

I made my way into the bathroom and quickly turned on the shower.

Once under the spray, I soaped up my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund and jerked it urgently to the thoughts of Shubhrā Joshī’s warm, pliant Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ body pressed against mine.

As my thoughts turned to the feel of her thick, soft extremely beautiful Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ lips on mine I closed my eyes and enjoyed the fantasy very much.

I recovered in a short while and got out, drying off and getting dressed.

I made my way out of the house and to the hospital.

I spent the entire morning and early afternoon with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, mostly watching TV until I couldn’t feel myself in the chair.

I told Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan at this point I needed to go and said goodbye.

I left the hospital and went to the mall where I fucked a lot of extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties.

Yet it did nothing for my condition.

I couldn’t believe I had tried to put a move on my respectable elder Brāhmañ Sālī, my Brāhmañ sister in law!

Just thinking about it gave me discomfort.

I spent as much time as I could at the mall before I made my way home.

Shubhrā Joshī was making supper in the kitchen as Vinīt Sharmā watched the tube.

Sālā!

She looked at me with a quizzical face and moved away.

I watched her move about the kitchen, dying to get back next to her and press myself up against her.

She stopped at the counter and continued with breakfast.

I slowly moved towards her and settled in front of her.

“Uh, Shubhrā Joshī…I’m sorry…I just miss you…” I lied comfortably.

She looked at me for a Moment and seemed to melt right before me.

“Oh honey! I’m sorry! C’mere!” she said, opening her arms in a request for a hug.

I stepped forward, took her into my arms and wrapped my arms around her waist, intoxicated by the feel of her soft Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ frame meshing against mine in a tight Bachhalyā Brahmāñī embrace.

I turned my hips away from her to avoid her feeling my ram-hard intensely sexy Bachhalyā Lund.

“I miss you too!” she murmured as she ran her fingers through my hair.

Was it possible Shubhrā Joshī was not aware of my rocking hard Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund?

Impossible.

The Sālī was teasing me deliberately and enjoying my Bachhalyā hardness for her very much.

No doubt at all.

I buried my face into the crook of her neck again, taking in her scent.

Why shouldn’t I myself enjoy too?

“My poor Bachhalyā Jījū, a famous Muslimātramañ Hindu now.” she sighed. “I do wish we lived closer.”

“I love you Shubhrā Joshī, I love you so much.” I breathed and then planted a soft, lingering kiss on the base of her neck.

“Oh, Durgesh! I love you too!” she responded, pulling me closer to her as she continued to stroke my head.

I planted a series of kisses along her neck, caressing it with my nose.

“Uhmmm, it’s been so long since I’ve had the chance to hold you like this,” Shubhrā Joshī said dreamingly as she subconsciously tilted her head, exposing more of her neck to my becoming stronger Bachhalyā kisses.

I became a bit more ardent with my kisses, parting my mouth and lightly sucking at her neck as I moved up and down.

“Ohh, Durgesh, It feels so nice to hold you like I used to when you were not well once.” she sighed as she planted a few fleeting Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ kisses of her own on my cheek and ear.

I was consumed with Bachhalyā lust as Shubhrā Joshī’s light Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ kisses stoked the fire in my Bachhalyā loins and I continued to plant open mouth kisses along her neck and jaw line.

I reached the tip of her chin and glanced up at her, seeing that she had closed her extremely beautiful Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ eyes and had a contented smile on her lips.

I moved in slowly and pressed my lips against hers in a soft, lingering kiss.

“Mmmmm!” Shubhrā Joshī moaned in a pleasant way as our Bachhalyā Brahmāñī lips met and pressed gently together.

I had forgotten how soft and supple my Brāhmañ Sālī, my Brāhmañ sister in law, Shubhrā Joshī’s lips were and the feel of them pressed to mine nearly caused me to cum in my pants!

She allowed the kiss to linger a few Moments before she peeled them apart and pulled my head back into the crook of her neck.

“Eehhmmmm, you’re rather affectionate this evening.” Shubhrā Joshī giggled as she rubbed the back of my neck with one hand.

“I, uh, just like being loved again.” I said as I went back to planting small kisses at the base of her neck.

“Ohhhh! Vinīt Sharmā would be jealous of you.” Shubhrā Joshī moaned in a sympathetic tone. “Well, nevertheless, anytime you need it, Bachhalyā Jījū. I’m right here. Only remember, I’m NOT Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I’m Shubhrā Joshī.”

I was determined to get as much out of this Moment as possible, so I resumed my ‘Bachhalyā’ assault on her neck with open- mouthed Bachhalyā kisses, sucking a bit more ardently.

“Uhmmmm!” Shubhrā Joshī moaned as I wandered up her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses.

As I hit a spot halfway up her neck, I felt her tense up, realizing I had hit a nerve.

I pressed in a bit harder, opening my mouth wider and flicking my tongue against this spot.

“Ohhhh…Durgesh…I..think we had better..stop…..” Shubhrā Joshī moaned and gently struggled against my Bachhalyā embrace.

I ignored her and continued to kiss and suck at this area with even more urgency.

“UHHHHhhhhhhh!” Shubhrā Joshī moaned, still fidgeting against me, yet at the same time resting her chin on the top of my head, opening more of her neck to my kiss.

I moved up on her neck, lingering at each spot long enough to emit a moan from her as I kissed and sucked at it.

“Uhhhhh….D…..Durgesh…..uh…I…. think….we….we…should…..ohhhhhh!” she moaned, half fighting me and at the same time entangling her hand in my hair, pulling my Bachhalyā(?) mouth tighter into her neck.

I reached her jaw line and planted wet, open-mouthed kisses along it, aided by Shubhrā Joshī’s unintentional reaction of lifting her head.

As I came to her chin, I kissed it gently, flicking my tongue against the cute cleft that is a family trait.

Shubhrā Joshī’s eyes were mostly closed and her excellent exquisite sophisticated Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ body was in a battle between pushing me away and pulling me closer.

Her excellent exquisite sophisticated red crimson Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ lips were parted, struggling to bring air into her lungs, as she emitted a constant, low moan.

I moved my Bachhalyā lips towards hers, watching for a reaction that never came.

I touched her excellent exquisite sophisticated red crimson Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ lips with mine, barely making contact, feeling her fragrant sophisticated Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ breath brush against them.

I slowly pressed my Bachhalyā lips gently against hers, holding them there and then slowly pulling them apart.

Shubhrā Joshī had no reaction, as her parted lips hovered close to mine.

I moved back in and pressed my lips against hers again, sealing them in a soft, illicit kiss.

“Mmmmm,” Shubhrā Joshī moaned as I gently pressed my lips against hers, slowly applying a bit more pressure.

She stopped struggling as her hands slid down from my neck and quietly landed on my arms.

I slowly swiveled my head, sliding my lips across hers and deepening the historically well-known celebrated renowned illustrious legendary excellent exquisite Bachhalyā Brahmāñī kiss.

I began to notice a change in Shubhrā Joshī’s reaction, her excellent exquisite sophisticated Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ body, which had been tense, relaxed a little under my Bachhalyā embrace as her excellent exquisite sophisticated red crimson Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ lips seemed to soften under my historically well-known celebrated renowned illustrious legendary excellent exquisite Bachhalyā Brahmāñī kiss.

Her fragrant sophisticated Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ breathing steadied and her eyelids gave up their fight and closed, while all tension in her frame eased off.

Her head seemed to relent to the movement of my historically well-known celebrated renowned illustrious legendary excellent exquisite Bachhalyā Brahmāñī kiss!

Under her fragrant sophisticated Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ breath came quiet, soft moaning and I could feel her start to ever so lightly kiss me back!

Her excellent exquisite sophisticated Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ body was gently pressed to mine and I could feel her hardened nipples brush against me as her round tits snuggled slightly against my Bachhalyā chest.

I wanted her as badly as I’ve wanted any woman in my life and I knew now there was no doubt I was going to fuck her, my own Shubhrā Joshī!!

My own?

Well, why not?

Sorry, Vinīt Sharmā.

But my dear friend, I’m not raping your sophisticated MBBS wife.

I’m only winning her from you.

Sorry, perhaps Shubhrā Joshī was not made for you.

Perhaps Shubhrā Joshī was really made for me.

Why otherwise she is surrendering to my Bachhalyā advances?

Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Time Cycle is unconquerable perhaps actually.

The kiss went on for several more Moments, soft yet firm, our heads bobbing gently in unison, our parted lips sealed.

Suddenly a car door slammed shut followed by the sound of someone climbing the short staircase leading to the door in my kitchen.

It shook us both from this dream-like state and caused us both to quickly break off our kiss and move away from each other just as Vinīt Sharmā opened the door.

Shubhrā Joshī shook the cobwebs from her head and rapidly turned to face the sink as Vinīt Sharmā greeted us both.

I made a sophisticated retreat, leaving them both in the kitchen.

I made it to my room and into the bathroom as I removed my pants Kħālidah Yåqūb suddenly appeared and took hold of my swollen Hindu member.

“Ohohoho!”Kħālidah Yåqūb rapidly began to suck me off, my eyes closed remembering the taste of that Bachhalyā Brahmāñī kiss I had just shared with my Brāhmañ Sālī, my Brāhmañ sister in law, Shubhrā Joshī.

As if we were still pressed together, the feel of her tits resting into my chest, her extremely beautiful Mahārāshtrian Brāhmañ mouth on mine, I began to cum in Kħālidah Yåqūb’s Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth!

It came running out of me in spoonfuls, so strong I felt my knees buckle and I needed to grab on to the vanity to hold myself up.

As soon as it subsided, I fucked Kħālidah Yåqūb vehemently, cleaned up, showered, dressed and headed out to the hospital, yelling to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s folks in the kitchen, as I sped out the door.

All the way there I was wracked abnormally over what I had done to Shubhrā Joshī, and yet, I couldn’t help getting a bit aroused when I thought about how she gave in and started kissing me back!

Chapter 28

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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


Her Ultimate Decision:3

Her Ultimate Decision

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat was lying in bed with her head level with my big Uncut Hindu Cock.

Her petite hand was running up and down the huge Uncut Hindu Shaft that was so thick, Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat could not wrap her nimble Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān fingers around it.

She loved playing with my big Uncut Hindu Dick that measured 10″ long and 5+” around.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat would use lotion in her hand to reduce the friction allowing it to glide up and down the legendary, incredible, impressive, Uncut Hindu member.

Durgesh, I love playing with your big Uncut Hindu Cock,” Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat said softly as her hand lovingly stroked up and down the meaty flesh.

She never called me Dad or Papa.

And why should she?

I wasn’t her real father.

I was always Durgesh for her.

Muħammad had stopped having sex with his wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah now.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah herself refused to oblige her cuckold Musalmān husband any more.

Instead feeling humiliated, Muħammad was relieved for it.

“I can’t think how to thank you for it, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.”  Muħammad was overwhelmed, “In fact I’m not interested in having sex anymore. I’m interested in watching ashvinātam sex of Durgesh with my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān houseladies and practice Islam more and more.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked at her duly married husband with concern.

“Why, Muħammad? Why are you becoming now more and more sexually perverted? It’s intensely incredible. None can believe that you love your humiliations so much now day by day, I’m afraid you should consult some competent psychiatrist immediately.”

Muħammad laughed.

“You think I’m getting mad day by day, Kħadījah, don’t you?”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah watched Muħammad with more kindness.

“Didn’t you ask Durgesh and me to urinate into your mouth simultaneously?”

“What’s wrong in it, Kħadījah?”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was startled and dumb founded.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat was her fourth daughter from Muħammad, recently turned eighteen.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat felt that she could play with her favorite toy all night, but she was ready to take it to the next step.

She leaned in and covered the soft Hindu mushroom head with her exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth and let 4″ of my Uncut Hindu Cock slide in.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat couldn’t take any more than the 4″ in her exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth, but that was really all she needed to excite her Durgesh.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat sucked on the portion of my Uncut Hindu Cock that filled her exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth, as she bobbed up and down on it.

Every so often Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat would lift her extraordinarily beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth off my Uncut Hindu Cock and tease the pee slit with her exceptionally pink slurping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue driving her Durgesh, me; wild.

As she sucked and toyed with the massive Hindu organ she marveled at my extremely incredible Hindu manhood.

It was becoming more and more sensitive, more and more active, as I was aging more and more.

It was not normal.

She was in awe of my large Hindu pecker and wondered how she was able to take it in her tiny tightest extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy and her extremely enticing, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat felt my Uncut Hindu Cock begin to throb and she knew that her Durgesh was close to Cumming.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat loved to see me shoot but she also liked having me cum in her exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat decided to let the first Hindu jet enter her exceedingly dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth and then she would watch me shoot after that initial Hindu burst.

“Here it cums, baby!” I warned.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat accepted my first Hindu shot in her exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth, pulled it out and watched me cum.

Two more forceful streams were released and then the remainder of my Hindu ejaculation oozed out.

It covered Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s fingers.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat kept jerking me off until she was sure that all my Hindu semen had left my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Then she licked her nimble Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān fingers clean.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat always sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock first and that way I would last a long time when I fucked her.

It would take me quite awhile to cum a second time and by then Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat would have had her multiple Sunni Musalmān orgasms.

Sometimes Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat came so much that she couldn’t take my Uncut Hindu Cock in her tiny, tightest, extremely enticing, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy any longer and then she would request me put it in her  extremely tempting, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.

She liked the feel of me shooting in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān rectum occasionally and ashvinātam anal sex was always a special treat for her from me.

She was surprised why I was not so interested in ashvinātam anal sex myself, she loved so much.

She did not know it was in her genes.

Her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, also loved ashvinātam anal sex with me, very much.

She almost always got it from me on insistent special request.

That night would be a time for that special treat.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat, 18; and I, 62; had been lovers for three months now and she would never forget the first time.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat was an only child of 18 years when her Ammī was sent to my bed by her own Abbū, Muħammad.

She had not been that close to her Ammī and she actually somewhat resented her Ammī’s life style.

For Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s Ammī, it was all about her; and Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat often wondered why her Abbū, Muħammad; put up with it.

In fact the night her Ammī joined my bed, she had been out partying with some friends and she had been drinking heavily.

Her friend, Ghazālah’s Ammī, Musarrat Nasīm, was killed in a car accident in the same night.

When the police arrived at the scene of the accident they found Ghazālah’s Ammī, Musarrat Nasīm, with her skirt up, around her waist, and not wearing panties.

There was a Hindu male companion, Vishñu Sharmā also, who was also killed in the accident, with his pants and underwear down around his ankles.

It was obvious what had been going on.

The police arrested Ghazālah’s Abbū, Ishrat Muħammad: claiming he deliberately planned the accident to get rid of his unfaithful wife, Musarrat Nasīm; and her Hindu lover.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was so engrossed in sex with her new found Hindu lover, me; Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat accepted her role as lady of the house, willingly; and she did everything she could, to make me comfortable in the household.

She was grateful to me that I gave her Ammī, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah; what her Abbū, Muħammad; could never give her.

How necessary it was for a woman, Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat had seen in Musarrat Nasīm Kħālājān’s unfortunate accident.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat admired me.

Instead my 62, I was an incredibly young, strapping, well-built, sturdy, brawny, stalwart, robust, strong, handsome Hindu man.

She thought, and agreed with her girlfriends, that I was 32, not 62, actually.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat would often stare at me when I was working out in our home gym.

She loved the way my muscles rippled on my 62 year old body, or was it really?

I was a picture of health and fitness and Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat often wished that we, she and I; could be ashvinātam lovers, as she found everywhere around her.

Age was no bar for Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat.

Instead, my being 62 was a further plus point for her.

She knew most of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān girlfriends were now enjoying my Uncut Hindu Penis in their own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunts and their Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect Sunni Musalmān asses too.

“All the bloody teen ager boys are utter inexperienced, even many of the Hindu boys.” Ghazālah Ishrat Muħammad used to say, “I love your Hindu stepfather’s legendary utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock in my sex organs.”

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat was startled.

“Ghazālah, you— you enjoy sex with my own Hindu stepfather?”

Ghazālah Ishrat Muħammad winked at her,

“I made friendship with you only for getting acquainted to your Hindu stepfather.”

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat was dumbfounded.

Ghazālah Ishrat Muħammad observed Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat maternally.

“You are adult now, my child. Grow up.”

“But— but you are an active member of Jamåt-e-Islāmī.”

“So what? Your own Hindu stepfather has written so many articles in Jamåt-e-Islāmī’s Hindi weekly ‘Kānti’.”

“Yes, I know, but—”

“Grow up, my child, grow up. My Ammījān Musarrat Nasīm was herself a SIMI activist, yet she fucked most communal Hindus, belonging to RSS and Bajrang Dal. Vishñu Sharmā was a BJP member.”

“I know, but it was because she wanted to get interior of the Hindu extremists so that she could inform their secret plans to other SIMI activists and Musalmān extremists.”

“You are an idiot.” Ghazālah Ishrat Muħammad smiled at her maternally, “It was killing two birds with one stone.”

“What do you mean?”

“Communal Hindus fuck communal Musalmān Beauties having revenge with Musalmīn, in their communal Hindu minds.”

“So?”

“They can satisfy our sexual Musalmān lust more savagely than the other normal Hindus.”

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat was as if fallen from the seventh sky.

She could not say anything.

Dumbfounded Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat stared at her childhood friend, Ghazālah Ishrat Muħammad, incredulously.

I was an avid tennis player; skier, SCUBA diver and I practiced Yog and martial arts, both.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat sometimes felt her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān loins tingle, when I swam in our backyard pool, wearing my tight Speedo swim trunks.

When I lifted my utmost competent everyoung Hindu masculine body out of the pool, Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat wanted to run her hands all over my wet chiseled Hindu body.

I was the utmost successful Chairman of a multi-national group of companies, HVS Internationals.

I had made a pledge to myself that I would stick it out with Kħadījah Al Tāhirah until Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat graduated from high school and then I would think about Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat, gravely, of her marriage with a competent Hindu, Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat loved.

I never knew she loved me.

Yes, there were so many teen Musalmān Beauties in my sex life, and their number was increasing more and more now, day by day.

But I thought it was their childish, immature, infatuation only.

Over the next two years, until Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s 18th birthday, I noticed Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s and Muħammad’s daughter maturing.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s tremendously striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān body developed nicely between the ages of 18 and 18 years of age.

By the time she reached her 18th birthday she was a beautiful, shapely, tremendously striking, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, young woman.

I often felt my Uncut Hindu Cock stiffen in my swim trunks when Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat was wearing her skimpy bikini around our pool.

It was the result of fucking lavish teen Musalmān Beauties for this or that reason.

My subconscious mind had accepted it absolutely that I was utmost competent for teen Musalmān Beauties too, though my conscious brain had still not accepted it completely.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

How could I keep out of affecting my brain while countless extremely beautiful teen Musalmān Beauties were 24x7x365 demanding to have sex with me crazily, and succeeding, every now and then, in most cases?

My subconscious mind had accepted absolutely that I was extraordinary and exceptional in sexual power and sexual prowess.

I would never age.

I would remain everfucking extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauties irrespective of their own scrupulous age-demands.

I would always fulfill their sexual needs whatsoever they are.

A few times I had to jump in the water to cool my jets.

I had never expected to have sexual feeling toward Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s and Muħammad’s own daughter but I couldn’t help it now, due to her own constant, deliberately enticing, activities.

I wanted to slip off her bikini top to caress and kiss her 34B firm erect tight extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān breasts and squeeze the hard nipples.

I wanted to slide my hand down the front of her bikini bottom and feel her moist young tiny tightest extremely inviting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I had an overwhelming desire to remove her bikini bottoms so I could kiss her tiny, tightest, extremely enticing, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy and fondle her shapely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat looked fabulous in her bikini and she proudly displayed her young vibrant 34-21-35 Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān figure.

She was 5’5″ tall and weighed a very fit 105 pounds.

Fortunately, for me, I had filled a void in my sex life proved to be an adequate distraction to my Hindu lust for Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s and Muħammad’s daughter.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat too still admired me and secretly desired me, very much.

Why the hell, else, she was constantly, deliberately enticing me?

My secretary and I were having an affair at the office.

Our sex was confined to the office and we never met outside of work.

My secretary Åābidah Furqān was married with a guy who was very possessive so it was difficult for her to get away.

I was satisfied with the office fling because we did everything we would do outside of work.

A business day did not go by that I didn’t have my big Uncut Hindu Cock in Åābidah Furqān’s mouth, her tightest extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy or ass.

Åābidah Furqān was a pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān brunette with a 35-24-36 figure who seemed to be insatiable.

She was a great sex partner and she loved my large Uncut Hindu Cock very much.

I was well endowed with an impressive Uncut Hindu Cock that was 10″ long and 5+” around.

Åābidah Furqān was infatuated with my Uncut Hindu Cock and I was impressed with how well she handled it.

I had not experienced ashvinātam anal sex, in almost regular basis, until a year ago when I began an affair with my new secretary.

It was in Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s senior year of high school, when the office affair started and since then, every business day I had my Uncut Hindu Cock either in Åābidah Furqān’s mouth, her tightest extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy or ass.

When I had a full day and little time in my office, Åābidah Furqān would suck my Uncut Hindu Cock.

On some days, when there was more time together, I would fuck her on the small conference table, in my office.

When I had the most time, I would fuck Åābidah Furqān, in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī well rounded perfect Sunni Musalmān ass too.

Åābidah Furqān was a wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock sucker and she drove me wild with her talented Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth and tongue.

She would come into my office lock the door and have me stand up.

Åābidah Furqān would then drop to her knees, unbuckle my belt and unfasten my suit pants.

By the time Åābidah Furqān pulled my trousers and boxer shorts down, my Uncut Hindu Cock was stiff, firm and inflexible.

Åābidah Furqān would lick around the mushroom head of my Uncut Hindu Cock before taking it in her talented exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Åābidah Furqān had trouble deep throating the big Uncut Hindu Cock and she could only take about 6″ of it in her outstandingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Åābidah Furqān had a technique of swirling her exceptionally pink slurping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue, around my stiff Uncut Hindu Shaft, when it was in her outstandingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān mouth that sent chills through me.

Because of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī oral Sunni Musalmān skills, it never took me long to cum.

I loved shooting my Hindu Vīrý in Åābidah Furqān’s outstandingly dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Åābidah Furqān would swallow every drop and then she continued to suck my Uncut Hindu Cock until every drop had been drained of me.

On days, when we had more time, we would fuck on my small conference table.

Once again, Åābidah Furqān would enter the office and lock the door.

Only this time, she would take off her panties and get up on the small table.

I would push Åābidah Furqān’s skirt up over her waist, so that her tightest extremely tempting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy was accessible to me.

She always looked so vulnerable, lying on the table, with her skirt around her waist, still wearing her garter belt and stockings.

I would drop my trousers and boxer shorts and move in close to Åābidah Furqān.

She was always wet and my Uncut Hindu Cock slid into her ever tight extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy easily.

I would fuck Åābidah Furqān, until I came in her ever tight, extremely alluring, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Åābidah Furqān would work Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s tremendously striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān body so that her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit got the desired Hindu attention.

Sometimes, Åābidah Furqān would orgasm and other times she didn’t, but she never seemed concerned if she didn’t.

Sex in the office was all about keeping me happy, nothing more at all.

She was already married and was herself a working woman.

She loved self dependence.

So, she was actually helplessly in love with me as Kħadījah Muħammad etc. were.

She didn’t want anything more, from me; than she was already getting.

Her most desirous act was when I got to fuck Åābidah Furqān in her beautiful round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.

With the office door locked, Åābidah Furqān would lean over the small conference table.

I stepped up behind her, lifted her skirt up over her waist and draped it on her back.

Then I would pull her panties down slowly exposing her Sunni Musalmān gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī buttocks.

I only pulled the panties down to her knees, because I felt she looked sexier that way.

I stared at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī hot Sunni Musalmān ass framed between the skirt, panties, garter belt and nylons.

I lowered my trousers and boxers and ran my Uncut Hindu Cock around her extremely enticing, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks.

Then I stepped closer and eased my Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely enticing, perfect, well rounded, tremendously striking, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, asshole.

Åābidah Furqān always lubricated her extremely enticing, tremendously striking, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, ass before she came into my office.

So, she was prepared to receive my impressive Uncut Hindu Cock.

She loved it there.

Åābidah Furqān was one of those Sunni Musalmān Beauties who loved ashvinātam anal sex very much and in fact had an obsession for it.

She always insisted to have ashvinātam anal sex with me.

One day, she admitted to me shyly.

Durgesh, my Musalmān husband, Salmān Aħmad; is actually not impotent.”

“What?” I was crestfallen.

“I’m sorry, I lied to you.”

“But why— why Åābidah?”

“I want anal sex, and my Musalmān husband, Salmān Aħmad; flatly refused to provide it to me.” Åābidah Furqān admitted to me gravely.

“I see. So to get anal sex from me, you seduced me deliberately?”My voice was immensely grave now.

Durgesh, it’s natural for me. Why don’t you understand?”

“What should I understand, Åābidah Furqān? That anal sex is not abnormal? Not sexual perversion? You cheated your intensely gentleman, immensely faithful, Musalmān husband, only because he refused to provide you a forbidden unethical pleasure?”

Åābidah Furqān was somewhat furious with me now.

I was fucking her.

Vaginal sex it was properly.

“Are you telling me I did a wrong?”

“What do you yourself think?”

“I think I didn’t do anything wrong at all. If I need it, I’ve a right to get it too. I’m made by Allah this way. I feel it is my genetic compulsion.”

“Even genetic compulsions can be cured. It’s prohibited. It is forbidden.”

“In Islam— damn you, in Islam. Not in your Hinduism. And I don’t want it cured. I love it.”

“In Hinduism? You are a Musalmān, not a Hindu.”

“Yes. Of course!” Åābidah Furqān said acidly, “I’m a Musalmān, not a Hindu. But similarly, never forget, you are a Hindu, not a Musalmān.”

“I never forget it.”

“Yes, you doooooooo.” Åābidah Furqān shouted at the top of her voice.

“Åābidah!”

“You always preach Islam to us Musalmān Beauties when you fuck us. Don’t you?”

“Åābidah Furqān!”

“You always preach Islam to us Musalmān Beauties when you fuck us. Don’t you?”

“Åābidah! I say—”

“You always preach Islam to us Musalmān Beauties when you fuck us. Don’t you?”

“Åābidah!”

“Damn you! You always preach Islam to us Musalmān Beauties when you fuck us. Don’t you?”

“What do you want to say?”I asked patiently.

“You always preach Islam to us Musalmān Beauties when you fuck us. Don’t you? Yes or no?”

“Yesssssss!” I myself lost patience, ultimately.

“Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?” Åābidah Furqān shouted madly?”

“What do you mean, ‘why’? Aren’t you a Musalmān?”

“I am. I am. But— you are not. You are an ardent Hindu. Aren’t you?”

“It doesn’t make any difference at all. You are still a Musalmān. Why can’t I expect you to behave like a Musalmān?”

I pushed my Uncut Hindu Penis deepest into Åābidah Furqān’s extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, evertight, Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

It was never fucked well.

Salmān Aħmad was an ardent Musalmān.

He was well educated and an IAS.

He was a secretary in foreign department.

Yes, he was a Congressman, but all the Congressmen were not unethical, as all the BJPmen were not ethical.

He was cheated by his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife, and I helped her in this cheating?

I was feeling intense guilt.

Am I also communal?

Do I fuck Musalmān Beauties to disgrace Musalmīn?

Is it not my social service to Musalmān Beauties in need?

Is it my communal sexual lust in disguise?

If not, why I fucked Salmān Aħmad’s wife?

He is an ardent Musalmān.

He fears Allah and Rasūls very much.

And I am fucking his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife?

Shame on me!

“You don’t want to behave us Musalmān Beauties like a Musalmān. You preach us Islam.” Åābidah Furqān screamed now in wild rage.

I smiled.

“But, Åābidah Furqān darling. What’s wrong in it? I am not preaching you my Hinduism. I’m preaching you your own Islam.”

“You are a hell of a Hindu.”

“Åābidah Furqān!”

“You are not a Hindu, I think.”

“What?”

“You are more impressed with your Ammī Ħuzūr than your Pitr’shrī.” Åābidah Furqān charged me, “You preach us Islam, because you are a Musalmān yourself by heart.”

I always lasted long in her extremely enticing, tremendously striking, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, ass too.

She enjoyed ashvinātam anal sex more than anything with me.

I watched my Uncut Hindu Cock slide in and out of her nether hole as my thighs slapped against her Sunni Musalmān gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī buttocks.

I loved the way her flesh jiggled when I slammed into her extremely enticing, tremendously striking, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, ass.

Åābidah Furqān would use her anal muscles to squeeze my Uncut Hindu Cock driving me mad.

I would always cum in her extremely enticing, tremendously striking, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, ass and I would hold still with my Uncut Hindu Cock embedded in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān rectum as Åābidah Furqān milked it dry with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān sphincter muscles.

After sex in the office, we would clean up with the paper towels that I kept in my desk and then we would head to the restrooms.

Each day Åābidah Furqān and I would look over my calendar for the day and decide on which sex act was appropriate for the allotted time.

As Åābidah Furqān stood next to me looking over my desk calendar, I would run my hands under her skirt and fondle her panty covered Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tremendously striking, extremely tempting, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, ass.

The arrangement was perfect for me, as all the sex was conducted during the business day and I was always home in the evenings with Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s and Muħammad’s daughter.

Åābidah Furqān liked the arrangement because I was very generous.

Åābidah Furqān was well paid and often received gifts from me.

I even knew about Åābidah Furqān’s life outside the office and it was just as well.

I had a good thing going and I wanted to keep it that way.

I always loved it when Åābidah Furqān walked into my office with that sultry look on her face and locked the door.

“I checked your schedule and we have a lot of time right now. I thought that you might like to fuck me in my tremendously striking, extremely enticing, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, ass so I went ahead and lubricated it for you.” she would say as she leaned over the small conference table.

My Uncut Hindu Cock would be stiff before I lowered my boxer shorts and without any preliminaries I would shove my big Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely enticing, tremendously striking, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān ass.

I would fuck her hard and fast.

Her extremely enticing, tremendously striking, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, asscheeks jiggled as I slammed into her, until I stiffened and shot my load, into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān rectum.

In the time that we had been having sex, I had countlessly seen Åābidah Furqān totally naked.

I had seen her tits.

I squeezed them playfully.

I was interested in her exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth, her evertight extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy and tremendously striking, extremely enticing, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, ass.

I loved Åābidah Furqān totally naked, yet I also liked her being partially clothed.

There was something, in a different way, sexy about having sex with our clothes on.

Sometimes when I was fucking Åābidah Furqān, I closed my eyes and imagined that it was Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s and Muħammad’s daughter, Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat; on the receiving end of my big Uncut Hindu Dick.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat turned 18 years old in the middle of her senior year and she was more than ready to give up her virginity to me.

However, she was still nervous and inexperienced.

But I was experienced.

Ghazālah Ishrat Muħammad convinced Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat to expand her horizons.

It started out with heavy make-out sessions and petting, which always left Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s panties soaking wet.

Soon Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s tits were exposed.

In her imagination, I would kiss her proud erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tits, and roll the nipples between my fingers, until they were eraser hard.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat would have orgasms, imagining, just from me; playing with her proud erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tits.

Later on I would stroke Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s thighs when I kissed her proud erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tits, occasionally brushing against her panty covered her tiny evertight extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat would jump and moan each time, when even in her imagination, my strong Hindu hand came in contact with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

She dreamed one night, after a movie, I drove Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat to our favorite make out spot.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat was dressed in her short skirt and cotton sweater.

Before long her sweater and bra were pushed up over her proud erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tits.

I kissed her proud erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tits and stroked her thighs.

This time I moved my hand inside her panties and stroked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat went wild and humped my hand.

I then eased her panties down and off her legs, moved between her legs and positioned them over my shoulders.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat was dreaming and shaking in anticipation, as I began to kiss her ever tight extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy and cupped her beautiful tremendously striking, extremely enticing, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, ass cheeks.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat came numerous times, humping her ever tight extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy, against my waist and soaking my Uncut Hindu Penis with her cum.

I moved up alongside Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat and kissed her deeply.

She asked what she could do to reciprocate, so I steered her petite hands to my exposed engorged Uncut Hindu Cock.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat stared at it, in awe; not knowing what she was supposed to do next.

I guided her, through hand job techniques; and soon had Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat licking and kissing my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I moved her to the next level of sucking the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock and fondling my Hindu balls.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat started to get into it and tried to take more and more of my Uncut Hindu Cock in her exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

I could feel my orgasm building, but elected not to warn Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat.

The first burst of my Hindu cum caught her totally by surprise and when she felt the second burst she tried to swallow the first.

Her exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth quickly filled with my Hindu cum and to prevent gagging, she pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock from her exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

My Uncut Hindu Cock kept firing my Hindu Vīrý and it hit her in the face, hair and bare tits.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat giggled as she held my spurting Uncut Hindu Cock in her hands, as my Hindu Vīrý flew everywhere.

That was the first time Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat saw an Uncut Hindu Cock ejaculate and it turned her on.

The next several dates were repeat performances and Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat had become comfortable with both of us being totally naked, in her dreams, imaginations and fantasies.

I added variations to our sex.

I taught her about sixty-nine so she could eat suck me and I could kiss her tiny evertight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

I also introduced my Uncut Hindu Cock into extremely enticing, tremendously striking, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, asshole as I kissed her ever tight extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I placed Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat on all fours, kissed her ever tight extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy and rimmed awfully enticing, immensely salient, wonderful, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, asshole.

One night, she dreamed that I placed just the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock in her ever tight extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy and rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit with the soft head of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat went wild and had multiple orgasms.

She loved the feel of the soft mushroom head rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat told me that she was ready to fuck but didn’t want to do it in the car.

We planned to do it at her house.

One Saturday, we went straight to Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s room and took off all of our clothes.

With Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat lying back on her bed, I slid between her legs and was gentle and patient, as I eased my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock into her ever tight extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

The pressure of my fullness almost negated the pain of losing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān virginity to my legendary Uncut Hindu Prick.

The pain soon subsided and Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat only felt pleasure, as my Uncut Hindu Cock touched every fiber of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

I fucked her slowly with long deep strokes and Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat began to hump her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt up at me.

She had numerous orgasms with the last ones violent and vocal.

I tensed and flooded her ever tight extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy, overflowing with my Hindu Vīrý.

I continued to pump her ever tight extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

She could feel the juices, running out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt and trickling down her thighs.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat held me tightly, as she felt she was in heaven.

The rest of the day we showered, had more sex and stayed naked all day.

At one point, we took a bath together in her big tub.

After the bath, I gave Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat a massage with bath oil.

First I massaged the front of Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s tremendously striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān body, paying special attention to her proud erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tits and her ever tight extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Sensing that she was on the verge of another orgasm, I slipped my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat humped wildly, until she came again.

I then rolled Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat over on her stomach and massaged her back, shoulders and the back of legs.

I kneaded her gorgeous, tremendously striking, extremely attractive, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks.

As I massaged her extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy and rimmed awfully enticing, immensely salient, wonderful, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān ass, I put an ample amount of oil on her extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy and rimmed awfully enticing, immensely salient, wonderful, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, asshole.

Then I began to probe extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy and rimmed awfully enticing, immensely salient, wonderful, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, asshole with my Uncut Hindu Prick.

Before long, my Uncut Hindu Prick was moving easily, in and out of Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s thoroughly lubed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tremendously striking, extremely enticing, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, asshole.

I lifted Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat up, by her hips; until her extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy was in the air.

I rimmed her awfully enticing, immensely salient, wonderful, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān ass, in the air; as she rested her head on the mattress.

I removed my Uncut Hindu Prick and positioned the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock at the entrance to her extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy and rimmed her awfully enticing, immensely salient, wonderful, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, ass.

As I eased my Uncut Hindu Cock into her bunghole, I heard Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat gasp and hold her breath.

I assured her to relax and that I would not hurt her.

Her dreams, imaginations and fantasies with me continued.

As I eased my Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy and rimmed awfully enticing, immensely salient, wonderful, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān ass; the head cleared her sphincter as Fātimah Kħātūn-e-Jannat uttered an audible gasp.

I continued to ease my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy and rimmed her awfully enticing, immensely salient, wonderful, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, asshole feeding her an additional ¼ to ½ inch at a time, each time waiting until she relaxed.

It seemed to take hours before my entire 10″ were lodged deepest, into her extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy. If I had not come so many times already I would have shot my wad quickly.

I started to fuck her with long deliberate Hindu strokes as I admired her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tremendously striking, extremely enticing, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, ass; accepting my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.

I stroked her marvelous tremendously striking, extremely enticing, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks.

I even told her how good she looked in this position, with my Uncut Hindu Dick skewering her luscious tremendously striking, extremely alluring, perfect, well rounded, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.

Chapter 4

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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

164. Age no bar: 1

165. Age no bar: 2

166. The Absolute Surrender

167. Her Ultimate Decision: 1

168. Her Ultimate Decision: 2

169. Her Ultimate Decision : 3

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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


Her Ultimate Decision:2

Her Ultimate Decision

Durgesh

Chapter 1


Chapter 2

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah parted her lips a little.

I pushed more of my Uncut Hindu Prick inside her mouth.

It touched the tip of her tongue.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel my hand on her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs now.

I slowly began to stroke her smooth Sunni Musalmān thighs as we kissed.

I pulled my Uncut Hindu Prick back and whispered,

“Give me your tongue, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah darling.”

I then started to kiss Kħadījah Al Tāhirah again as she slowly pushed her tongue out.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was excited suddenly.

She sucked my Uncut Hindu Prick into her mouth once more.

My hand moved from her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs under the hem of her dress.

I was now feeling around toward Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs gently parted for me as I felt my way up and to her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy mound.

I moaned into her mouth as my Hindu fingers felt the soft skin around her shaven perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I broke the kiss and whispered,

“I love a shaved white perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah smiled her thanks.

I continued to kiss Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

She felt my fingers gently trying to part her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy open.

Finally my fingers found the target.

I gently started to insert it inside her and rubbed her perfect, proud, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clitoris.

Her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy was getting wet now, but I withdrew my finger and pulled my hand out of her dress.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had never felt before as afraid as she was now, but she wondered to herself how far she was going to take this little show for her perverted husband.

Allah! Why most of the Musalmīn are not as normal in sex as the Hindus are?

Why a large number of Musalmīn today are dying to enjoy a cuckold husband life?

Why they are becoming more and more perverted, more and more cuckold to their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wives and Hindus?

I looked over at Muħammad, smiled proudly, and said,

“Your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife has a nice tight little perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy here and she’s getting wet thinking about having my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her.”

My words caught Kħadījah Al Tāhirah by surprise but she knew I was trying to shock her perverted Musalmān husband into changing his mind.

So far I haven’t seen any changes in the way her perverted Musalmān husband was reacting to my advances on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

My hand moved up and cupped her proud, erect, extremely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tits through her thin dress.

I started to move my aggressive Hindu hand from one to the other as I looked over at Muħammad and said,

“You’re a special kind of husband, letting me take your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife, and do as I please.”

Muħammad smiled shamelessly.

He was enjoying his perversion and cuckold ambitions, very much.

‘Jāko vidhi dāruñ dukh déī,

Tākī mati pahlé har léī.’

‘The person the constitution punish, it destroys his/her wisdom first.’

I looked at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah again and said,

“You have nice tits Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, I bet you like showing them off to men, don’t you?”

I then moved the thin material of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s dress away to expose her left Sunni Musalmān erect tight extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān breast, moved my hand onto her nipple, started to rub my thumb around in little circles and said,

“Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s nipples are getting hard for me, Muħammad.”

I bent my handsome Hindu head down, placed my Hindu lips directly over the Sunni Musalmān nipple and started to nibble and circle my Hindu tongue around.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was scared but aroused at the same time as I worked my Hindu tongue around her Sunni Musalmān erect tight extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān breast.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah couldn’t help getting aroused, as I gently started to lick and kiss my way up to her neck and chin until my Hindu lips were on her again and my Hindu tongue back inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah slowly sucked my Hindu tongue as I slowly worked my hand around pulling the straps of her dress down over her shoulders.

Now both of her proud, erect, extremely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tits were exposed to my view as I continued to kiss Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, moving my hands up to massage her proud, erect, extremely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tits, squeezing them in my big hands.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah placed her hand over my hand on her proud, erect, extremely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tits and gave it a little squeeze.

I took hold of her hand in mine and held it as we kissed.

When I finally broke the kiss, I raised her hand, stared down at her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān hand in mine, stared at her diamond engagement ring, and placed my thumb over it.

I looked over at her perverted Musalmān husband and said,

“Are you feeling all right with this, Muħammad? I can stop it anytime if you don’t feel well. Just tell me whenever you want it stopped.”

I waited for Muħammad to respond and say something.

He just shook his head, and smiled in agreement with what I was doing to his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife, instead.

I then leaned over Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, and told her stridently,

“Kħadījah darling, I want you yourself to unbutton my shirt and pants. I don’t want anything to do with you, you don’t want. I would never rape you. You are forced to fulfill your husband’s perverted wishes, I’m not.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked at me in amazement.

She could not believe her own ears.

Till now Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had heard almost everyone, claiming that Durgesh is the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties, because he is the most communal Hindu on the globe.

He wanted to disgrace Musalmīn always.

If it was true, why Durgesh was giving her an option to save her sanctity?

Why his own husband is after her holiness?

It was the first time now, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah realized what she heard about me was not true at all.

I was not eager to fuck her, though she was extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān woman.

If I was really communal why I was not fucking her?

Why I was giving her the option to decline me?

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s hands were trembling now, as she started at the top of my shirt and worked her way down.

Her hands were not still as I went back too gently rubbing her erect, proud, Sunni Musalmān boobs causing much stimulation keeping her nipples very erect.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah managed to get the last button as she tiled away from the love seat and pulled off my shirt.

My shoulders were broad and my arms were massively huge from lifting weights.

I flexed my arm and told her to grab them and feel it.

She placed both of her hands around my arm and my muscles felt so big.

I stood up in front of her and waited for Kħadījah Al Tāhirah to unbuckle my pants.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah reached out, grabbed the belt, got it undone, worked on the snap and zipper and my pants fell to the floor.

I stood in front of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah with just a red pair of boxers on with a bulge.

My Uncut Hindu Cock tried to point straight out from under the red material.

I took her hands in mine, lifted Kħadījah Al Tāhirah up, and pulled her next to me.

I placed my hands on her back.

I was so much taller than her that her erect, proud, Sunni Musalmān boobs pressed into my stomach as I held Kħadījah Al Tāhirah tight.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had planned all along to feel sick if things started to get out of hand.

But she was so afraid of my size as I held Kħadījah Al Tāhirah tight against my proud Hindu body she just couldn’t find the words.

I looked down at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and lowered my head to kiss her again.

I was being very gentle.

When we broke the kiss, I looked into her eyes.

“Are you all right with this, Kħadījah darling?”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t know what came over her, but instead of saying she wasn’t feeling well, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah answered me back with a simple,

“Yes, Durgesh. It’s all right. Go ahead without any righteous hesitation whatsoever.”

My full attention was on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah now, as I held Kħadījah Al Tāhirah in my arms and told her to pull my shorts down.

I had no idea what her perverted Musalmān husband was doing at this point, as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah grabbed a hold of my boxers and slid them down my legs.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had to kneel down and pull them all the way.

My legs were so athletic even at my present 62.

As Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to get up, my Uncut Hindu Cock was sticking straight out at her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān face.

I stepped out of my shoes.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah stood there staring at my Uncut Hindu Cock which had to be as thick as she had never seen the one before.

I took hold of her left hand and gently placed it around my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah couldn’t even get her small fingers completely around it.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah slowly worked her hand around, as much of it as she could, as I reached around her to cup her perfect, proud, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass in my hands.

My Uncut Hindu Cock had a huge head.

I kissed Kħadījah Al Tāhirah again as she kept a hold of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

She felt my Hindu tongue entering her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth again.

I broke the kiss and told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah to raise her arms above her head.

I grabbed the bottom hem of her dress and lifted it up over her head.

Her arms were trembling now as she slipped her dress off, and through it, down on the chair.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah stood naked in front of me as I slipped my hands around her waist and said,

“I want you to leave the heels on, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah! And lie on the bed.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah walked around and sat on the bed.

She noticed her perverted Musalmān husband looking through the camera lens with the look of anticipation on his face.

The bed was king size with three pillows.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah got up and lay in the middle.

She waited to see what I was going to do next.

I got on the bed, next to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, leaned over and gently started to kiss her erect, proud, Sunni Musalmān boobs.

It gave her goose bumps as she felt my Hindu lips touch her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān skin.

I was nibbling on her proud, erect, extremely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tits now, gently biting around her nipples as I moved one of my hands down and spread her beautiful Sunni Musalmān legs apart.

I kissed my way down over her belly and placed my Hindu lips on her navel, giving Kħadījah Al Tāhirah chills.

I had kissed my way to her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy mound while moving her body around to a better angle to kiss it.

I worked my Uncut Hindu Cock along the sides of her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy and touching her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs with my Uncut Hindu Cock making Kħadījah Al Tāhirah shiver.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah spread her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs more as she lay at the foot of the bed.

Now I was kissing her extremely beautiful, smooth, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān thighs as I moved my eager Hindu lips over her perfect body.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah lay wondering how far she was going to take all this, as she felt me moving closer to her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I was passionately kissing her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy mound as I reached up and squeezed her erect, proud, Sunni Musalmān boobs.

My hot Hindu lips felt good as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah arched her hips up off the bed giving me better access to her extremely stunning, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I was kissing around her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy but kept away from actually putting my mouth near the opening.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah couldn’t help but wonder if I was holding back waiting for her perverted Musalmān husband to tell me to stop, or was I just teasing her.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah got her answer within seconds, as I inserted my Uncut Hindu Prick into the slit, gently teasing and rubbing on her extremely excited, warm, and hospitable to me, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, labia.

I was working my Uncut Hindu Prick in perfect motions along her extremely excited, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, labia causing her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy to get more and more wet for my Uncut Hindu Prick.

I kept this up, while Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to rotate her gorgeous, extremely beautiful, hot, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān buttocks enjoying the touch of my Uncut Hindu Prick there, very much.

She jumped, when I touched her perfect, proud, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clitoris with my Uncut Hindu Prick.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt I was very skilled in my ashvinātam love games, no doubt.

I rubbed it gently moving my Uncut Hindu Penis in little circular motions, with just enough pressure, that made Kħadījah Al Tāhirah squirm even more.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah lifted her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs back, giving me better access with my Uncut Hindu Prick, holding them up with her hands, on the back of her thighs.

I stopped for a second, just enough to look at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and asked,

“Do you want me to stop, Kħadījah?”

My question should have been a slam dunk answer.

But Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was so aroused at this point; she herself wanted to enjoy my Uncut Hindu Prick now.

She answered me by saying,

“Keep going, Durgesh, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Méré Hindu Piyā!  I love your Uncut Hindu Prick now more and more there.”

I held her slender, extremely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs apart, as I put more pressure on all the right areas, with my Uncut Hindu Prick.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to move her hips up to try and bring as much of my Uncut Hindu Prick inside her as she could.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah finally put her hands on her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs, holding them up, while I reached down and put my Uncut Hindu Prick in her graceful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

I kept up the gentle kissing until her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān body started to quiver.

I knew she was about to cum.

I was an expert.

And why I not am?

Right from the age I couldn’t even understand what sex is actually, I was enjoying sex, almost 24x7x365, with extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties of all sects and with even the other non Muslim beauties.

If I couldn’t be an expert even now, who else could be?

I put just enough pressure on her perfect, proud, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clitoris to give her the right stimulation, until I finally knew I was there.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah let out a scream as she hit her peak,

“Oh yes Durgesh, I’m going to cum. Keep fucking me, oh yes, oh yes ah yes!”

Her orgasm lasted a few seconds, but it felt so good that her whole tense Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān body got relaxed.

I was now kissing Kħadījah Al Tāhirah while my hands rested on her belly.

I lifted myself up.

I crawled up along the side of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

I put my arm around her head and the other hand now stroked her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy mound.

I smiled at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah significantly,

“I can make you feel a whole lot better, Kħadījah, if you want me to go further.”

Looking down toward my Uncut Hindu Cock, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could see I was as hard as a rock.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked out of the corner of her eye.

She could see her perverted Musalmān husband playing with his video camera.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah slowly reached down, put her nimble Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān fingers on my Uncut Hindu Cock and started to rub my Uncut Hindu Cockhead on her again greedily waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

She then started to move her palm along its length, feeling the thick veins along the shaft and trying to take in its thickness.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah tried to imagine what it would feel, like having my large Uncut Hindu Cock, inside her.

She was so used to Muħammad’s two inches and only about half my thickness, she wondered if it might hurt, or maybe cause her damage.

But Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had only seen a gentle side of me tonight and knew it would be gentle.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah continued to move her palm very slowly on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Suddenly she got the urge to sit up and suck my huge Uncut Hindu Cock she had in her hand.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was on her back now as she sat up still stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock.

She hesitated for a few seconds.

Then Kħadījah Al Tāhirah lowered her head down to my Uncut Hindu Shaft and kissed the head.

She opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth and kissed the head, in little circles, before she bent further down and took the head in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

She ran her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue across my Uncut Hindu Cockhead, wanting to return the pleasure that I had given her.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was afraid to look over at her perverted Musalmān husband, as she started to kiss my Uncut Hindu Cock around the side, giving her soft kisses, before returning back to the head and taking it into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth, once more.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah worked on my Uncut Hindu Cock for several minutes until she climbed down between my legs where she could kiss and tease my Hindu testicles.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah gently took each one into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth and sucked as I moaned with ashvinātam pleasure.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah moved from my testicles to me giving much attention to both, as she tilted her head up, to see the expression on my face.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah reached for my hand and held it, as she continued to suck and kiss me.

My Hindu testicles were handsome.

Every time she would touch them with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tongue, my Hindu body would jump from the sensitivity in that area.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah laid her head on my legs and tilted my Uncut Hindu Cock enough to be able to take me in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

I placed my hand on her head and started to stroke her hair affectionately, as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah sucked me.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was aware of her perverted Musalmān husband, moving around the room; but she couldn’t see where Muħammad was actually at.

Suddenly Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs being lifted up, apart, and the sudden warmth of her perverted Musalmān husband’s warm breath on her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy, as my Uncut Hindu Prick parted her extremely excited, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, labia.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to kiss me.

I still had her head resting on my legs.

Her one hand was on my testicles.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah reached back, placed her hand on her perverted Musalmān husband’s head and pulled him tight against her.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah tried to imagine how her perverted Musalmān husband felt right now.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was experiencing the ultimate fantasy in his mind of giving her, his extremely loyal, extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife to me.

I gave Kħadījah Al Tāhirah so much pleasure a few minutes ago and now Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was returning that pleasure to me.

Now, in another way Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was sharing the ashvinātam pleasure with her perverted Musalmān husband.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was now on the verge of deciding if she should give herself completely to me.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew she would be fulfilling her perverted Musalmān husband’s fantasy and giving ashvinātam pleasure and satisfaction to both the men, a Hindu and a Musalmān.

I was being a complete gentleman allowing her to make her own choices.

This was going to be her decision now, as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah lay between the two men, one she loved and knowing and the other could give her extreme sexual pleasure, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah needed very much.

Muħammad kissed her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy getting her highly stimulated until she felt Muħammad stop and the next thing Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt was a gentle kiss on her arm then another on her Erect, tight, extremely enticing, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān breast and finally on her cheek.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel my hand as I rubbed her perfect, proud, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.

Muħammad whimpered into her ear,

“You look beautiful tonight, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, and I love you.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah turned her head away from my Uncut Hindu Cock, reached out, took my handsome Hindu head in her hand, pulled me close and kissed me.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah let go her perverted Musalmān husband, and gave my Uncut Hindu Cock one more kiss.

She started to get up off the bed, to ask her perverted Musalmān husband, if he had seen enough.

She noticed Muħammad disappear into the bathroom and shut the door.

Next thing, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt, was me reaching around her waist to rest on her belly; while I kissed the back of her neck, sending chills down her spine.

One of my hands slipped down over her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy mound as I continued to kiss my way around her beautiful neck.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah whimpered into my ear,

“Why not lay down on the bed, Durgesh? And we’ll wait until my husband gets out of the bathroom.”

She took me by the hand and held me as we climbed on the bed and lay down.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah seated herself down toward the end of the bed facing me.

She leaned over and started to kiss my feet, working her way up my leg, until she was right up next to Uncut Hindu Prick.

I leaned over, until my Hindu lips were gently kissing her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy and massaging her belly with one of my hands.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel me shifting around on the bed, until I had spread her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs, so I could lean down and kiss her erect, proud, Sunni Musalmān boobs.

I gently kissed her proud, erect, extremely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tits while inserting my Uncut Hindu Prick into Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s wet perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I was slowly moving my Uncut Hindu Cock around, gently touching her perfect, proud, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clitoris, while kissing my way up from her proud, erect, extremely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tits, and her neck.

I was now pecking around my lips until my Hindu lips met hers and we were locked in a passionate ashvinātam kiss.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah sucked my Uncut Hindu Prick as it entered her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

I was so aroused with my Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful, smooth, and perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy that I arched my legs up placing my feet on the back of her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs.

I felt one of my hands reach around and lift her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān leg off mine, as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah thought the heels, she was still wearing, maybe hurting my leg.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah continued to kiss me as she felt me lean toward one side still holding her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs up.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock at the entrance of her extremely beautiful, smooth, and perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy again.

I was kissing her with much intensity now, as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt me push my Uncut Hindu Penis in her soaked perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was stroking my arm with her hand as my Uncut Hindu Cock seemed to be spreading her extremely excited, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān, labia apart.

She was sucking my Uncut Hindu Prick into her mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt my Uncut Hindu Prick at the entrance of her extremely beautiful, smooth, and perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy, slowly moving along the slit.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt a slight pressure and she knew it was my Uncut Hindu Cock, poised at her entrance.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could still hear the blower in the bathroom where her perverted Musalmān husband had gone.

I gave a little shove and she winced as the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock entered her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I broke the kiss long enough to say,

“Lift your legs up a little higher for me, Kħadījah.”

I felt her weight shift, giving me plenty of room to move.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, without any thought, moved her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs up higher, to give me more access to her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I continued to kiss her as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt me push forward lodging the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock, another inch inside her.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was sucking my Uncut Hindu Prick.

She wrapped her slender, extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs, resting her heels on my ass, as I pushed me inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, even more.

I broke the kiss and said,

“Your perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy is too wet and tight, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.”

She felt me back out and then I pushed myself forward driving myself further inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah moaned as she felt me push into her and whimpered,

“Oh, it feels so big inside, Durgesh, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! .”

I responded,

“You’re such a good-looking extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān woman; it feels so good being inside you.”

In the passion, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked into my eyes as I continued pushing myself deeper inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah whimpered again,

“I shouldn’t be doing this without my husband here.”

I continued to kiss Kħadījah Al Tāhirah passionately and whimpered,

“Relax, your husband wanted you to do this with me and now I’m here for you.”

Her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy felt stretched, as I began slowly to fuck Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, as we continued our kiss.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was stroking the back of my handsome Hindu head with one hand and squeezed my arm with her other hand, feeling my Uncut Hindu Cock, sliding inside her.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah moaned with pleasure,

“Fuck me, Durgesh, fuck my extremely beautiful, smooth, and perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy.”

I probed my Uncut Hindu Prick back into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt with great passion as I lifted her up enabling to push inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah deeper.

Her body was trembling as she felt my large Uncut Hindu Cock fucking her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

The sensation going through her body as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah glanced down between her erect, proud, Sunni Musalmān boobs and saw my thick Uncut Hindu Cock disappearing inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could see my Uncut Hindu Cock, each time I thrust myself inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, making my body shake, as my body touched hers.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was glistening now, from her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

My Uncut Hindu Cock felt so good inside her.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah smiled at me,

“I love your Uncut Hindu Cock into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt now, Durgesh, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! . Keep fucking me harder.”

The contrast of my massive brown body, above Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s white little Saůūdī Årab Musalmān body, drove her insane with desire.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah bucked her hips up, to meet my downward Hindu thrusts, into her.

I bent down and kissed Kħadījah Al Tāhirah again,

“I can feel your little white perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy grabbing my Uncut Hindu Cock, baby! You like my brown Uncut Hindu Cock inside your white perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy, don’t you?”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked up into my eyes and said,

“Yes, Durgesh, I love your brown Uncut Hindu Cock fucking my extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah moaned again as I began to fuck her faster.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said,

“Oh, fuck me harder. Give it to me hard.”

She could feel her body start to shake even more and she knew she was about to have an orgasm.

Then it hit Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

She said,

“Oh I’m going to cum, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Give me all your Uncut Hindu Cock, oh yes, ah yes give it to me.”

Her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān legs shot straight out as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah arched her back, up off the mattress, and had a Sunni Musalmān orgasm unlike any before.

I had slowed down waiting for her to calm back down before I again started to fuck Kħadījah Al Tāhirah with more and more, continuously increasing, faster rhythm.

Her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs were being held out high by my arms, as I continued to pound my thick Uncut Hindu Cock deepest, inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

I placed my hands down onto my buttocks and slid my Uncut Hindu Cock along until I could feel my thick Uncut Hindu Cock as it continued to slice its way in and out of her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I had always done this before, with this or that extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Beauty.

It was my 24x7x365 routine already.

The sensation was unbelievable.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could now see her perverted Musalmān husband, standing at the corner of the bed, with his video digital camera now.

It looked like he had pointed the camera at my Uncut Hindu Cock, as it was disappearing nonstop vehemently, inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

I was driving myself into her with a faster pace.

After an ostensibly endless session of nonstop, continuous, passionate, ashvinātam fucking, I looked down at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and said,

“I’m going to shoot my Hindu seed deepest inside your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān belly.”

My words excited Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

It seemed so taboo.

But I think I was saying those things for the benefit of her perverted Musalmān husband.

I kept fucking Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hard and said,

“Open your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs wide for me and close your eyes.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah did as I asked.

She could sense my handsome Hindu head lowering toward her face as I smiled.

I started to Fuck Kħadījah Al Tāhirah more and more intensely.

Her whole body shook as I banged into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān buttocks, each time I thrust, inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

I let out a loud groan,

“Kħadījah Al Tāhirah darling, now here comes my Hindu seed.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah eagerly locked her hips forward as she felt the first spurt of my Hindu cum hit inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

It felt so hot to her that the second spurt hit inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

I smiled,

“Oh yeah, do you feel it inside your belly, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah?”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah answered,

“It feels so hot shooting in me, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!

I added making sure her perverted Musalmān husband would hear,

“Gonna put my little Hindu son inside your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān belly tonight, darling.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was caught up in the moment.

She asked me excitedly,

“Oh, give me your son, your Hindu son, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

I could barely see her perverted Musalmān husband, but noticed he was playing with his cut small cock through his pants now.

The words we had just said about a Hindu son excited him beyond belief.

I felt my words exciting Kħadījah Al Tāhirah too.

But she was thankful she had got me now, anytime she needed me into her.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah kept her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs up and had to admit how erotic it must have been seeing an ardent Hindu man above her who had just pumped her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān belly full of Hindu sperm with her high heels pointing straight up in the air.

I finally backed my Uncut Hindu Cock out of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and there was a loud plop as the head came out of her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I could feel my Hindu cum dripping down the crack of her perfect, proud, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass, as I said to her perverted Musalmān husband,

“Muħammad, my dear friend, Are you getting a close-up of my Hindu seed in your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife’s white perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy?”

Her perverted Musalmān husband answered, excitedly, ecstatically.

“Of course, Durgesh! My Hindu friend! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties! I’m getting everything on video. I can never forget your participation and involvement. A friend in need is a friend indeed. I’m greatly indebted to you for what you gave to my wife.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah lifted herself around letting her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs drop and said,

“Here, Muħammad, make sure you get a shot of Durgesh’s brown Uncut Hindu Cock that just impregnated your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.”

I reached over, patted her belly and said,

“This little white Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān belly here is going to stretch, once my Hindu son starts growing inside.”

I bent forward and kissed her lips making sure her perverted Musalmān husband could see my Uncut Hindu Prick enter her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

I looked back at her perverted Musalmān husband saying,

“Your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife isn’t going to be satisfied any longer with just any Uncut Hindu Cock inside her. After tonight she’s only gonna want mine inside her from now on.”

I held my Uncut Hindu Cock so her perverted Musalmān husband could see and say,

“I hope this is what you wanted because Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy is gonna be stretched out to accommodate this after tonight.”

I knew the things I said, to her perverted Musalmān husband, were meant to enhance her perverted Musalmān husband’s fantasy; but I think I was getting into humiliation her perverted Musalmān husband now.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked back toward her perverted Musalmān husband again, as I spread her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs, and asked,

“Muħammad, do you want to lick this Hindu cum out of your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife’s perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy?”

I looked at her perverted Musalmān husband as he sat his camera back down on the tripod and said,

“I’d love to eat Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy clean.”

Before Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had a chance to object, her perverted Musalmān husband was laying on the bed between her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt his mouth touch her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Muhammad could even feel my Uncut Hindu Prick still penetrating proudly into Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān slit.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could hear also the sounds Muhammad was making as he licked and sucked out my Hindu seed mixed with her own too.

I looked around the bed, bent over and kissed Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, making sure I made loud kissing sounds that her perverted Musalmān husband could hear, as I kissed his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife fucking her once more.

I looked down at her perverted Musalmān husband and said,

“Make sure you get all my Hindu seed mixed with your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife’s Sunni Musalmān cum, leaking out of your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife tonight.”

Her perverted Musalmān husband continued to kiss her extremely beautiful, smooth, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Sunni Musalmān Pussy until Muhammad was sure he had cleaned the seed and cum leaking from inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Now, still fucking Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, I was writing a note.

I gave her perverted Musalmān husband the little paper and said,

“This is my phone number, Muħammad. Call me when your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife needs my real Uncut Hindu Cock, if I’m not present.”

I bent over the bed again, kissed Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and said, increasing my Hindu pace more and more once again.

“I’ll fuck you, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, till we both exist.”

Her perverted Musalmān husband was now directly licking my Uncut Hindu Prick coming out of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife’s perfectly fucked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Chapter 3

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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

164. Age no bar: 1

165. Age no bar: 2

166. The Absolute Surrender

167. Her Ultimate Decision: 1

168. Her Ultimate Decision: 2

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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


Her Ultimate Decision:1

Her Ultimate Decision

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah opened the new prescription, took one of the tiny pills and placed it on her tongue while reaching over to pick up the small glass of water.

She swallowed the little pill down her throat.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah opened the kitchen cabinet placing the little packet of pills on the cabinet shelf before heading back into the bedroom.

The prescription of birth control pills would be the last thing Kħadījah Al Tāhirah thought she would ever need to take considering her husband Muħammad’s low sperm count.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and Muħammad had been married for nine years straight out of college.

Both were successful working at the same marketing corporation for several years before venturing off on their own and forming their own company.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah would be turning twenty-nine this June.

She and Muħammad had wanted to adopt a child for the last two years but the demand on venturing out on their own had left them with less time right now for children.

Muħammad wanted to wait another two years before giving it another thought.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had a great looking figure and worked very hard at it by working out in her own gym, Muħammad had set up, in the basement.

With blonde hair and five foot two inch frame and one hundred and five-pound Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was proud of her 34-22-34 figure which made her the envy of all of her friends.

Muħammad had to fly out to Atlanta this morning on business and would be back home in the late morning tomorrow.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked at the clock knowing she had to go online in about thirty minutes to talk to me.

I was a man Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had became friends with as a pen pal a few months ago.

I was serving since nine months over in Iraq as a guest husband for Saůūdī and Iraqi widows and just returned home for a few days, a few days ago.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah got involved as a pen pal for lonely soldiers with a group she had heard about and we had become friends over a period of time.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah got so comfortable talking with me that she finally told me about this crazy idea of her husband Muħammad about her having sex with me, the famous Durgesh, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah went on to reveal to me that her husband had a fetish to watch her make love to me and that he had this fascination to be a cuckold.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah told me,

“I’m surprised why a large number of Musalmīn are joining and enjoying this cuckold life style now more and more, with Hindus fucking their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wives. I don’t want any part of that kind of lifestyle and worried about my husband’s behavior.”

Over the coming weeks, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and I discussed different ideas how she might convince her husband to reconsider his wild proposal.

One night I suggested to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah to give in to her husband’s desires and go along with the idea as if she loved the idea.

I mentioned that, perhaps, if she were to pretend she wanted to try it, and even meet me for fucking, perhaps her husband would get cold feet and back out on his own.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was a little reluctant, at first, but thought that Muħammad just might change his mind once he saw that she was going to go through with the idea.

A couple days later, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah told Muħammad she would give his idea a try under her conditions in which he would let her find the man.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah even went to her doctor to obtain a prescription of birth control pills to convince Muħammad she was really going through with me.

Muħammad would be home tomorrow morning and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew one of the first things Muħammad was going to ask,

“Honey, have you had any luck getting Durgesh as your Hindu lover yet?”

Tonight she was going to ask my opinion about avoiding that question.

Later that night Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was online chatting with her friend, me; and asked that question.

I said if she went out shopping, bought a revealing dress and model the dress for her husband when he arrives home, it might make him jealous, perhaps.

I said to make sure she told him it was her first date.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah thought my suggestion might work on her husband Muħammad.

She told him she had to sign off and go shopping before the stores close.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah thanked me for giving her the idea.

She said she would leave an email tomorrow on how well it turned out.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah went shopping that night and found the perfect dress.

When she got home she slipped into the dress with heels and paraded around in front of the mirror admiring the item she had bought.

The dress was green with a low plunging neck line that revealed plenty of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān cleavage and was short enough that when she sat down the dress would hike up to her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah picked up Muħammad at the airport the next day.

It wasn’t an hour after they returned home that Muħammad asked the question Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew he would ask.

“Were you able to get Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu stud to fuck you, Kħadījah?”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah asked Muħammad to wait in the family room so that she would show him what she had bought while he was gone.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah came out of the bedroom a few minutes later wearing the revealing dress, turned around in front of Muħammad and waited for his opinion.

Muħammad was smiling and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah thought she would add a few words to try and shock him.

“All I have to do is lift this up and my Hindu lover, Durgesh, can fuck me while I’m wearing it.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was pulling up the dress to reveal that she was not wearing any panties under the dress.

“I’ll shave my perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy nice and smooth for Durgesh. I may spray even some perfume down here and drive him wild.”

Muħammad got down on his knees, crawled toward her and started to kiss her legs down to her ankles.

Muħammad was licking around Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s ankles now.

He looked up and said.

“You look so beautiful in this dress that I can’t wait to see you getting fucked by your Hindu lover, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu stud.”

Muħammad kissed his way back up Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s legs gently placing his hands up to hold onto her hips and smelled her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy through the thin material of her dress.

Muħammad got back up off the floor and told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah,

“You don’t know how much I love you.”

Muħammad smiled as he left the room, leaving Kħadījah Al Tāhirah standing in the room, wearing this revealing dress.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had to talk to me tonight and seek some advice.

That night when Muħammad was in bed, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah got online and told me all about what had happened that day.

She let me know it only seemed to encourage her husband more.

After several minutes, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah made the suggestion that maybe; she could get me so that I would go along with the idea.

I was stunned by her remarks.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah told me she couldn’t go through with meeting me for sex.

Muħammad said that Kħadījah Al Tāhirah should get me in such a position that I would just play along with the idea and really go through with the sex part of it.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said that her husband would surely be jealous once he saw Kħadījah Al Tāhirah getting fondled by me.

I answered Kħadījah Al Tāhirah back and said I am always agree to serve Musalmīn, Musalmān Beauties actually, in the manner.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah answered me back saying that Muħammad knew I was willing to help Kħadījah Al Tāhirah out.

I asked Kħadījah Al Tāhirah how it was that Muħammad knew.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah smiled,

“The Musalmīn are never normal about sex. Their sexual attitude is either too ethical to be competent or too perverted to be honorable.”

I smiled at her.

“It’s what you are claiming?”

“I’m not claiming it; I’m actually analyzing the Muslim sexual attitude.”

“And may I ask, if you don’t mind, why are you analyzing it?”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked at me.

Durgesh, a Musalmān would never accept it, but the truth is that the Musalmān Beauties are never happy with a Musalmān husband. The question is, why?”

“Why what?”

“Why the Musalmān Beauties are never happy with a Musalmān husband?”

“I’m listening.” I smiled.

“A Musalmān husband is never normal in his sexual attitude.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, and I damn care why it is so. Let the Musalmīn analyze and scrutinize it. Why should I?”

“Because you are also a Musalmān Beauty.”

“We Musalmān Beauties are fed up of Musalmīn. That’s why we have replaced Musalmīn with Hindus in our sex life, either clandestinely or daringly explicitly.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah flared, “The Musalmīn are idiots in sex and always abnormal. Either they are too ethical to be competent or too perverted to be honored.”

Stella Abraham laughed.

We were so engrossed in our discussion that neither Kħadījah Al Tāhirah noticed nor I when she had joined us.

“Very good subject.” Stella Abraham smiled, “But let me add my experiences too, if you both don’t mind.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah laughed.

Durgesh, Stella Abraham is afraid of me that I would snatch you away from her.”

Stella Abraham smiled.

“Wrong.”

“What?”

“None can snatch away Durgesh from me, ever.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah observed Stella Abraham with a grave smile.

“Allah Allah! The Protestant Christian Beauty Stella Abraham and her ever unconquered confidence!”

Durgesh never deceive any woman.” Stella Abraham said gravely.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah watched Stella Abraham quite surprised.

“How can you be so confident about it?”

“Because I know Durgesh from my childhood.”

“Oh!”

“We played together.” Stella Abraham said, “And do you know what did we play?”

“Husband and wife?” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah smiled shrewdly.

“Of course!” Stella Abraham winked at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, “We Protestant Christian Beauties were not so many in Durgesh’s life, even in his childhood. You Sunni Musalmān Beauties were always more than the rest of us. But Durgesh never left anyone once he accepted her.”

“You and Della are crazy for Durgesh, I know.”

Stella Abraham smiled.

“Let’s not change the subject.”

“Oh!” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah watched Stella Abraham with apprehension and then looked at me significantly.

“My experience is that not only Musalmīn are so abnormal in sex, the Christians are also the same.”

“Allah Allah!” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah laughed.

“Only Hindus have a healthy and scientific attitude in sex.” Stella Abraham smiled, “Hindus are never afraid of sex. They worship Shiv Ling Vigrah. Their temples, in South India, have sex positions on their walls boldly without any hypocrisy at all. They have Ajanta, Allora and Khajuraho. They have Kāmsūtr, Anang Rang, and Tantr etc.”

“Allah Allah! Durgesh! She is crazy for Hindus.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah laughed.

“Well, why shouldn’t I? Only Hindus have a healthy and a competent scientific attitude in sex. The Hindus are never abnormal in the matter, neither too ethical to be competent nor too perverted to be honored. Both the Musalmīn and the Christians are either too ethical to be competent or too perverted to be honored.”

I said I would be glad to help Kħadījah Al Tāhirah out and to just let me know when Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wanted to do it.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was sitting there looking at the computer at the words that she just typed trying to decide what she should write me back.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah typed back say, “You would be willing to help me?”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah typed my phone number up on the screen next and told me to call her.

Her hands were shaking as she typed out,

“I’ll sign off now and give you a call in a few minutes.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah copied the number down that she had written and signed off the computer.

She sat in the chair trying to decide if she should call me.

After talking to me all of these months, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah would actually be hearing my voice now.

She knew I was stationed about hundreds of miles from where Kħadījah Al Tāhirah lived so maybe I could help her.

Once the night was over and maybe her husband would put all these crazy ideas out of his head than Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wouldn’t have to see me ever again.

Her hands were trembling as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah dialed my number on her cell phone and walked toward the kitchen so her husband wouldn’t hear her.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah listened as the phone rang a second ring and I answered saying,

“I knew you would call me.” My voice was really deep and husky.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said,

“Hello, this is Kħadījah Al Tāhirah calling.”

I responded,

“It’s really nice to speak to you after all these months, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah. I’m looking forward to meeting you and helping you out with your husband.”

We talked for over an hour that evening until we decided on a place and time to meet.

We decided on the following weekend at a hotel that was located half way between us.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had sent me a picture of herself at her ten-year high school reunion from last year so I could be accustomed very well what Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked like.

I reminded Kħadījah Al Tāhirah that I worked out every day with weights and it was all Hindu muscle.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was surprised when I told her how huge I was.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt a little afraid to meet me but I reassured her that I was considered a gentle giant at the base.

We ended our conversation after planning the events for that evening.

We pretty much had planned the whole evening and I told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah not to be afraid that everything would go well.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t get much sleep that night thinking about meeting me next weekend.

The next morning Kħadījah Al Tāhirah told Muħammad that she had a date for next weekend.

Muħammad asked,

“How is Durgesh?”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah told Muħammad,

“He’s a Writer I corresponded with while he was in Iraq husbanding the Saůūdī and Iraqi widows there. And he is an ardent Hindu.”

Muħammad laughed.

“Congratulations!”

“What do you mean?” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was irate now somewhat.

“An ardent Hindu is better on bed than the other Hindus. The more ardent the Hindu, the more aggressive he is in sex.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was startled.

Muħammad was talking about me as if Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was not his wife at all.

Has Muħammad gone absolute crazy?

Muħammad then asked, “Did you tell Durgesh about me?”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah answered,

“Yes Muħammad, I told him all about your desire to watch me make love with him. He’s medium, very athletic even at his present 62 and very handsome. And Allah, I can’t wait to fuck Durgesh.”

Muħammad put his hands on her shoulders, kissed Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and said,

“Please darling, don’t forget to take your birth control pills.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said,

“Don’t worry honey; I didn’t go to the doctor to end up getting pregnant from Durgesh.”

I hope that I had made the right decision about her husband backing out at the last minute.

What if he gets there and expects me to go through with this whole thing.

I better get sick in a hurry.

Friday came around pretty fast.

Muħammad looked nervous as he watched Kħadījah Al Tāhirah putting on her new dress without any panties or bra.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had shaved her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy smooth, applied perfume around her belly and just a little above her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Pussy mound.

She had her nails done the day before along with her toes and all matched in a bright red.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah dried her hair and applied her makeup while Muħammad hung around the bedroom watching every move Kħadījah Al Tāhirah made.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked in the mirror and hoped the neighbors wouldn’t see her walk to the car tonight.

The dress was tight and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could see her nipples through the dress.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah bent down to grab her heels, looked in the mirror while bending down and noticed how much of her tits were showing.

The dress barely came up above her nipples and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah thought she was really going to get an eye full of me tonight.

Muħammad was going to be disappointed tonight if I have to pretend I’m getting sick.

Muħammad was packing his video camera and was already dressed and ready.

They got on the expressway and were on their way.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the butterflies in her stomach as they got closer to their destination.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and Muħammad got off the expressway ramp.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could see the hotel straight ahead.

Her legs started to shack.

Muħammad spotted the hotel but pulled into the parking lot next to the office.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah glanced around and didn’t see the car I said I would be driving.

Muħammad said,

“I’m going into the office and check in.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah pulled down the vizor and checked her makeup, reapplying her lip stick while she waited for Muħammad to return.

Muħammad came back, winked significantly and said,

“The room number is 108 and it’s the first one across the parking lot.”

Muħammad moved the car around and started to back in the parking space when Kħadījah Al Tāhirah saw my car pulling up along the side of their car and parking in the next space.

Her heart was beating fast as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah tried to look over in my car and get a look at the man she had been chatting with, online, all these months.

It was already dark and all Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could make out was a dark figure in the driver’s seat.

Muħammad opened his window and motioned for me to roll my window down.

My window rolled down as her husband introduced himself and I answered him back in that deep husky voice Kħadījah Al Tāhirah heard on the phone last week.

Muħammad said,

“I already checked in and the room is right here.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was shaking.

Her heart was racing as her husband opened the door and walked around to open mine.

I got out of the car as her husband took her hand and they walked around to meet me.

I started to walk toward them.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was holding onto her husband’s hand as tight as she could as they walked toward me.

I started to come into their view.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān heart almost stopped as she looked up at me standing in front of her.

I reached my hand out to shake her husband’s first as we introduced each other.

Muħammad turned to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and said to me,

“This is my beautiful wife Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.”

I reached for her hand and said,

“I’m very pleased to meet you, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.”

“So I am, Durgesh, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!So I am.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah managed to smile at me cheerfully.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was looking at me straight in the eyes.

She could see me glance down toward her erect, proud, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān tits, then down toward her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs.

I said in my deep grave sophisticated voice,

“Look very beautiful tonight, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.”
Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said nothing.

She only smiled her thanks to me, seductively.

We all walked toward the room and once inside, her husband said he wanted to bring his things inside.

Muħammad walked back, out, leaving his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah; with me.

There were a small table and chairs.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and I sat down across from each other as her husband walked back into the room carrying his camera case, juice and wine.

Her husband put everything where he wanted it and poured all of us a drink.

I was the first to speak saying,

“You’re much more beautiful tonight than I would have ever imagined, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.”

Her husband started a conversation with me and we started talking about the war.

I told him every place I had been.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah sat and listened to us.

She was too nervous to speak.

She crossed her slender awfully striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah noticed that I was looking at her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs now.

Her dress was hiked up, so far, that a part of her perfect, proud, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass was now showing.

I was a handsome Hindu man and had a nice smile, besides having an awfully sexy voice.

As her husband and I got acquainted, I would glance toward Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and give her a smile every so often.

Muħammad kept pouring more wine into Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s glass as she drank it to settle her nerves.

I then told her husband,

“You have a beautiful wife here; I bet you’re really proud of her.”

Muħammad smiled,

“Yes, I’m very proud of my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife and how she keeps herself in shape.” Muħammad continued and said, “My extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife bought this dress, she is wearing tonight, just for you, Durgesh! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties!”

I leaned over, looked around the table and said,

“Your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife looks very stunning in that dress, Muħammad! And I love her very much.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah took another drink of her wine as she saw me looking at her ankles.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to panic as I leaned forward lifting myself off my seat, grabbing her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān leg at the ankle, gently rubbed my finger above the strap on the heel and said,

“I’ve always thought high heels made an extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān woman’s legs look very sexy and appealing.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was relieved when she felt my hand let go of her ankle and I sat back down in my chair.

Muħammad said he had brought another bottle of wine, out in his car, and walked out to retrieve it.

There was a love seat next to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

I thought it might be more comfortable.

I moved and sat down while her husband came with wine and went to the bathroom.

Muħammad walked back in and put the bottle of wine on the table.

He said he had it chilling in a cooler, opened it, poured another glass and handed it to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Muħammad then poured a glass for himself.

He walked toward the love seat and sat down next to me staring at her slender extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān legs.

I leaned over toward Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and whispered,

“I know you’re nervous, just relax and let me handle everything.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was feeling the effects of the wine.

She looked over at me and told,

“I’ll be fine, I was very nervous when we first got here but I’m feeling better now.”

I was sitting just inches away from Kħadījah Al Tāhirah as I answered,

“You’ll be just fine tonight Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, we’ll give your husband a little ashvinātam sex show here in a few minutes.”

Although the wine was making Kħadījah Al Tāhirah feel more relaxed, it scared her the way I said we would put on a show for her husband.

Muħammad stared at us.

I was the first to speak to him,

“Muħammad, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and I thought we would get a little better acquainted here.” I gently gave her arm a squeeze as I smiled over at Muħammad.

Muħammad was looking as if he were waiting for my next move.

I looked at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and said,

“You picked out a lovely scent to wear this evening.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel my hand starting to stroke her bare arm as I slightly tilted my head over to enjoy her perfume.

I looked over at her husband and said, “Muħammad, have you ever seen an ardent Hindu man fuck a white extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān woman before?”

Muħammad just stared at me for a few seconds before giving his answer, then said,

“I’ve only seen it in a couple of ashvinātam adult videos, but never seen it in person.”

I laughed and said,

“It’s going to be a real treat for you tonight.”

Muħammad leaned over and placed his wine glass on the table.

He took Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s glass too and placed it along the side of his glass.

I pulled Kħadījah Al Tāhirah close to me.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked back at Muħammad and said,

“Muħammad, You should better get your camera setup if you want to catch all our ashvinātam actions here tonight.”

Muħammad got up and took his camera out of its case.

He started to place it on the tripod.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was getting more nervous and scared as I held her close to me.

I smiled and asked Muħammad,

“Would you mind if I kiss your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife now, on her crimson extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān lips?”

Muħammad smiled and answered,

“I don’t mind, Durgesh, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties! Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Go ahead and kiss my perfect, proud, self-righteous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah. Oblige me, please!”

I looked over at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, moved my head toward her and placed my confident and arrogant Hindu lips on her quivering nervous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān lips.

I felt warm as I gently parted her lips.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel my Hindu tongue pushing forward trying to enter her awfully beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Chapter 2

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

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

48. Making love and understanding everything

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

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. 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.