Ahal-Al Bayt: Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah: 1
Posted: May 1, 2014 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex Leave a commentVolume 2
Chapter 1
Durgesh Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah
Muħammad pulled into the driveway and his eyes lit up.
His Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, and his Hindu Dad, Durgesh, were out!
As if Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah wasn’t Muħammad’s wife at all, his Hindu Dad’s, Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu’s wife herself instead.
Muħammad’s eyes were burning.
Durgesh was fucking Muħammad’s entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies and neither Muħammad could do anything, nor his otherwise astound father, Åbdullah.
Al Kħātūn Al Makkah Saiyadah Āmnah had cuckolded both of them successfully, eventually, ultimately.
Getting out of his car, Muħammad smiled in anticipation of what being home alone meant.
Entering the house, he grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and quickly made his way down the hallway.
Stepping into his room, Muħammad dropped his briefcase on the desk and downed half the coke.
He quickly stripped out of his suit and thought about taking a shower.
Figuring Muħammad had no idea when his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, and his Hindu Dad, Durgesh, had gone out and when they would be back, Muħammad skipped the shower for now and tossed on a pair of shorts and a Celtics t-shirt.
Closing his bedroom door, Muħammad all but ran down the corridor to his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, and his Hindu Dad, Durgesh’s bedroom.
By the time Muħammad’s opened the door and entered the room, his cock was already semi hard.
He couldn’t do anything.
As Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had, Muħammad too had married more than four Musalmān wives.
Instead, Muħammad had more than thirteen Musalmān wives even as Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had.
Yet, Durgesh was fucking Muħammad’s entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies and Muħammad’s beautiful Musalmān wives were no exception at all.
Muħammad immediately went over to the corner and lifting up the lid of the hamper began rummaging around.
Muħammad felt like a kid on Eīdul Fitr morning when Muħammad pulled out a lacy purple thong.
He let the lid fall close, with no hesitation brought the crotch of the thong to his nose and inhaled deeply.
Muħammad released a long sigh that bordered on a moan at the delicious scent of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s, now well fucked by Durgesh, extremely beautiful extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Keeping his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s lingerie pressed to his face, Muħammad walked over to the desk against the wall where their computer was set up.
Flopping down in the chair, Muħammad took another deep breath while Muħammad reached down and rubbed his aching cock through his shorts.
Lowering the thong, Muħammad started rubbing the silky material along his hands, imagining his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s soft wet extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot beneath it.
He couldn’t believe his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, was really his wife at all.
Durgesh was really fucking Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, and Muħammad was only enjoying the aroma of her extremely beautiful extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Muħammad couldn’t celebrate his Shab-e-Urūsī even with any of his extremely beautiful wives.
Durgesh celebrated.
Allah, damn the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
Isn’t she the actual mastermind behind it all?
Establishing her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Muħammad couldn’t even run away.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was perhaps really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
She had chosen Muħammad to establish her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled at him.
“Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam were Rasūlullāh, you bear his great name. You are my Rasūl, Rasūlul Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Okay? You have to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah for me.”
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā,”
“Let me finish first, my child,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā raised her right hand to stop Muħammad in his midsentence.
That thought briefly cut into his lustful fantasies.
Muħammad had first started sniffing his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s panties a few years which was right about the time Muħammad’d begun noticing and thinking about girls and sex.
In the beginning, it was just about the idea of ‘this is what a woman smells like’.
Sniffing had turned to masturbating with them, but for some reason it was never with a visual off his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah.
Muħammad would think about Åāyeshah who used to live next door and who was a damn hot red head or some of the Musalmān girls in his University.
But seeing Muħammad couldn’t get a whiff of them, or get his hands on their panties, his own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s were therefore what Muħammad used.
Even when Muħammad started dating Muħammad would jerk off into her panties while wishing for that day Muħammad would be able to smell another Musalmān female’s scent and directly in his face rather than through clothing.
That happened a couple of years back, when after dating Zaynab for six months, her parents had gone away and her big sister gave her the green light to let Muħammad come over.
Once Muħammad’d gotten his first taste of her, Muħammad had stopped using his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s underwear as a masturbation enhancer because Muħammad’d stolen a couple of pairs of Zaynab’s.
Muħammad was sure she figured Muħammad took them, but never brought it up.
They broke up six months later, but in the time since Muħammad had been on a good swing and never remained single for more than a few weeks.
It helped that both his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, and his Hindu Dad, Durgesh, were good looking and Muħammad’d inherited a his Ammī’s features.
Muħammad had his father’s black hair, but his Ammī’s deep blue eyes and high cheekbones.
Between the cheek bones, his Abbū’s dimpled chin and Ammī’s smooth complexion and coupled with the fact his hair was always perfectly combed Muħammad had endured more than a few pretty boy jokes from other guys.
But those jokes were worth the success his looks and easy going personality brought Muħammad e with the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls.
University provided even more opportunity to meet pretty Musalmān girls and for the last couple of years his fixation with the smell of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot had been replaced with enjoying the real thing and Muħammad’d left it behind as one of those weird things horny kids did.
That was until last month when his laptop froze up and Muħammad needed to finish a project for University.
His Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, had told Muħammad to use their computer while Muħammad’s was getting fixed and that was when his obsession had not only returned, but progressed to the point Muħammad was now thinking more about what was in those panties.
Muħammad’d noticed their computer kept freezing and when Muħammad’d hit the keys to bring up the task manager saw that windows movie maker was running.
Muħammad closed out everything else and when Muħammad brought up movie maker saw there was a pop up asking if the project should be saved.
Muħammad’d done that many times himself, quickly clicked out of it or thought Muħammad had because Muħammad’d walk away not remembering it always asked.
Muħammad prepared to click yes figuring he didn’t want to lose anything of theirs.
Just before Muħammad hit the button Muħammad noticed the title of the project was “Want this?”
It struck Muħammad it could be something racy, but had a hard time believing his wife and Durgesh would film themselves.
Not that Muħammad didn’t think we had sex, we were always affectionate with each other and both looked damn good and worked hard at the gym to stay that way, but still…Looking over his shoulder as if Muħammad thought they would materialize behind him, Muħammad clicked play.
The screen filled with a view of the bed and Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, walking over to it.
She was wearing a short red robe and sitting on the edge of the bed, gave her long, dirty blond hair a toss.
“What is it honey?” she asked the camera with a big smile.
“Just wondering if you’re ready for bed.” Muħammad’s Hindu Dad, Durgesh’s deep voice came from behind the camera.
“For bed, sure,” her smile turned mischievous, “For sleep? Not yet.”
“Oh? You have something in mind?”
“Hmm-mm” she purred in a sexy voice that caused Muħammad’s cock to begin stirring. “I’m ready for some fun, you want to play?”
“Why don’t you show me what I’ll be playing with?”
“Yes sir,” Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, pushed her full sensual lips into a pout, standing up, she pulled the robe open and let it fall to the floor.
When the robe hit the floor, Muħammad’s jaw had as well.
Although Muħammad’d seen Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, in a fairly revealing bikini many times, it had never dawned on him how damn hot she was.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, was tall and years of jogging had kept her long legs looking better than ever.
Her stomach was surprisingly flat.
Despite the fact she was on the slender side, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī heavy gorgeous glamorous big perfectly round firm Musalmān buttocks had enough curve to them to give her an exquisite excellent figure.
What really grabbed his attention were her bare Musalmān tits; they were big perfectly round and sitting high and firm.
The skin around her nipples was a deep red in color and the nipples themselves hard and pointing straight at the camera.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, cupped them, offering them to his Hindu father, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh, “Want these, father in law?”
“I do, Sālī, but what else you have?” I too smiled naughtily.
“I have it all!” Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, laughed and sliding her hands down her stomach pulled the black thong she was wearing aside, flashing her extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
By then Muħammad’s cock had been aching in his pants and Muħammad had begun to rub it as Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, let the thong fall back.
Allah, what a tragedy.
She was his own wife, yet she was pleasuring Durgesh always, never Muħammad.
Lifting her long hair up, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah turned around and shook her firm heart shaped heavy Musalmān ass at the camera.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, started to turn back around, but his Hindu Dad, Durgesh, called out,
“Take it off from there; show me that pretty extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot from behind.”
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, obediently hooked her fingers into the thong and sliding it down, bent over.
Muħammad’d stared mouth wide open as Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, exposed not only her gorgeous Musalmān ass, but her pink extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot winking out from between her well toned smooth Musalmān thighs.
The fact Muħammad was staring at his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot should have caused Muħammad to shut it off, but instead Muħammad began rubbing his cock harder and grinding his hips while Muħammad watched her turn back around and climb onto the bed.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, lay back on the pillows and crossing her long Musalmān legs at the ankles, asked,
“What do you want to see, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?”
“You know what I want to see.”
“I don’t know…” Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, made a show of rubbing her chin as if thinking it over.
“Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah?” I frowned as the camera moved closer to the bed, “Sālī, let me see that perfect extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.”
“What do I get out of it?” she asked, now fondling her tits. “You going to kiss it?”
“Done.”
“On that note.” Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, laughed and slowly opened her beautiful Musalmān legs.
Muħammad had been squeezing his cock as his hand moved up and down, jerking it through his jeans.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, reached down between her legs and as the camera zoomed in close, spread her pink lips open.
Using one slender red tipped finger she began sliding it through her soft wet folds and started teasing her clit.
“Come give me a kiss there, Anant Muslimātchod father in law Hindu Piyā.” She beckoned me with her other hand.
The camera moved as I, placed it on the bed and lying across Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s thigh he began Penising her clit so the camera could catch it.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, moaned and the sound sent a thrill through Muħammad.
Giving in, Muħammad had unsnapped his jeans and pulling his cock out stared to stroke it.
In front of Muħammad, I had slipped my Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and was working it in and out.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s fingers were running through my hair and she was moaning, “Oh, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, that feels so fucking good! Your Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund is the ever best,”
Muħammad’d been pumping his cock hard and fast when Muħammad’d heard my limousine pull into the driveway.
Panicking, Muħammad’d zipped up and ran into his room where locking his door, Muħammad sat on the bed and masturbated furiously to the image of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s hairless pink extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Muħammad stroked it twice more that night and from then on whenever Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah and I went out at night, Muħammad would sneak into our room and check out our movies.
Poor Muħammad.
Watching desperately his own wife, Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, fucking Durgesh, and Muħammad himself masturbating only.
And there were several of those movies of his wife with me.
If Muħammad thought the first one was hot, the next one featured Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, on her knees between my legs giving me a long slow excellent blowjob.
It was a little weird seeing my Uncut Hindu Lund, especially because it looked pretty damn big, but watching his own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, suck on it helped Muħammad quickly overcome his awkwardness.
He had perfect right.
Even his wife and Durgesh didn’t have any right at all.
It was a sin what Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, and Durgesh were doing, not what Muħammad was doing.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, was as good as any of the porn stars Muħammad’d seen, taking my Uncut Hindu Lund down to my Hindu balls easily and taking a good long time licking, teasing and sucking.
The entire time she was working my Uncut Hindu Lund with her amazing Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth, Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, had been moaning and her big blue Musalmān eyes were rolled back.
With his cut Musalmān nūnī in his hand, it occurred to Muħammad, Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, loved to suck Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund immensely! Muħammad’d kept his stroking slow until the end of the video, when with a loud moan Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, began jerking my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It went on some time.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and after taking the first spurt into it, turned her face side to side letting me splatter my cum all into her Musalmān mouth.
When I was done, Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, let the cum drool out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, back onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.
His own cut Musalmān nūnī exploded when Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, started licking my Uncut Hindu Lund clean.
The next video featured us going around the world, fucking in every position and each time we switched Muħammad swore Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, looked even hotter than in the one before.
By the fifth or sixth time Muħammad’d watched that video Muħammad was jerking off using Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s panties and admiring the way I, who was in damn excellent shape myself, fucked the shit out of Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah.
Now a month later, Muħammad was nothing short of obsessed.
When his folks were sitting on the couch watching TV Muħammad found himself imagining them having sex, I, just yanking Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’s skirt up and fucking her right over the couch.
It would get so bad Muħammad would have to excuse himself and go jerk off.
Worse was when Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, would get close to me.
Now when she hugged me Muħammad was painfully aware of her tits pressing against me and when she would give me a kiss on the cheek all Muħammad could imagine was how good those soft lips would feel pressed against something else.
Muħammad constantly undressed her with his eyes, or more accurately would envision her stripping for me.
Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, wore a short robe around the house in the summer and as she did in that first video Muħammad could see her untying it and letting it hit the floor.
She would hold up her perfect Musalmān tits and ask if Durgesh wanted them.
Thoughts like that were what concerned Muħammad.
His fantasies had gone from just thinking of his wife Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah and I fucking, to us fucking everywhere in public openly.
Not that the former was normal, but the latter was pretty sick.
Sick. That was the word that entered his mind enough to tell him Muħammad should stay away from our computer and try to stop thinking about it.
Muħammad’d been single for a couple of months now as his fantasies no longer seemed to revolve around pretty coeds, but the one woman in the world Muħammad shouldn’t be thinking about now, even if she was his duly married wife.
That was what Muħammad told himself on a daily basis.
But anytime Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah, walked by me wearing a pair of shorts or bent over to pick something up, his mind was filled with the videos; and if we weren’t home?
Muħammad would immediately be right where Muħammad was now. Sitting in our room and scoping our PC for new videos.
Muħammad noticed when Muħammad had first been looking there were only three, but after a couple of weeks, it seemed there was a new one every few days.
I had them under a folder marked, “projects” and had it pass word protected.
But I was predictable and used ‘Durgesh Al Kħadījah Umm Fātimah’ as my password for everything there.
Chapter 2
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The Yacht: 10
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Chapter 10
Ever since I fucked my first Musalmān pussy I saw that little crinkled pink Musalmān hole too so close by.
Yet I never have been an ass man.
Never.
Yes, I fucked countless of my extremely lovely Musalmān women in their gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass too, but it was only because either they themselves wanted and insisted on it, persistently, or the circumstances demanded so from us.
It was similar as I always wanted to establish platonic relationship with so many women, yet I never succeeded.
Not even a single woman ever respected my such a pious desire.
Except my own Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb.
She was the person that made the present day Durgesh, with her husband, sisters, cousins and her ladyfriends.
The recently crashed platonic relationships were more troublesome for me.
After her tremendous success with my stepdaughters, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had targeted now my daughters in law.*
As a youth, the beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls who deliberately imposed their soft Musalmān bodies on my ever unyielding unique ever Benevolent legendary ever unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund, compelled me either this way or that, to yield to play involving their Musalmān rectums.
I didn’t know why actually it was so then.
However, now I know it was due to their orthodox Musalmān parents’ heavy orthodox behavior they were adamant to insist Religious.
Yazīd Malåūn and his bandits Mullahs and Maulavīs deliberately insisted to convert most of the Musalmīn into a military power instead of educating them.
The then Årab Burdāfaroshs, Årab lady slave traders, never wanted, neither they could ever afford, the average Musalmān to be educated properly.
Though the Madarsahs were opened in a large number, yet they were heavily biased to teach in the vile interests of the themselves uneducated/under educated Pseudo Musalmīn rulers.
The trend was deliberately protected even now, either under this ‘religious’ pretext or that.
Mostly, I had to stick my Uncut Hindu Lund in here or there as they sucked me to orgasm.
It was always a compulsion to me to place my Uncut Hindu Lund against their Musalmān sphincter, and then as it pulsed as she came, I could usually get away with getting my Uncut Hindu Lund in and rooting around in there.
Nevertheless, all too soon, they became aware of the Hindu invader, and they went berserk till I took it out.
Of course, the Musalmān girls tried licking and sucking me and sometimes even sticking their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue in my ass hole too, I hated it more immensely.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls might like it, in their immense ignorance but I generally refused to kiss them later if they had frenched my shit chute.*
I was 65 she was 18.
Eīshān! She was hot.
She was a very wealthy Musalmān heiress here, with her own sports entertainment company, including the local minor league baseball team.
I was at a game with my neighbors.
One neighborhood Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girl was after me, and had been teasing me for months.
She knew I didn’t like sex with Just Eighteen Just Adult girls, myself being sixty five.
At the ballpark, she had cornered me as I came out of the bathroom, pushed me up against the wall and began to kiss me.
Her hand reached under my shorts and locked on to my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund, tugged it a few times, still trying to kiss me.
I was dumbfounded at her audacity and strength at her only Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Well, despite it, I appreciated the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girl, but I was 65, with a prick that would fuck anything, basically.
I got hard, she got excited, and she asked if she could give me a blowjob.
Well, Eīshān! Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew it would cause problems later, but for now, I needed to blow my wad too.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah took my hand, and led me to an area by the outer wall where there were some trashcans.
There was a waist high wall around them, and she simply pulled me in, squatted down, pulled my shorts down and engulfed me.
Obviously, Al Nafīs Al Zohrah was too obsessed to suck my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund that she never cared how so many times older than herself I was.
She too had the similar argument as my other too younger Musalmān beloveds had.
‘Islam is the only religion that advocates optimum competence oriented couples, as Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and Ummil Momjnīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā were. Islam hates age oriented ever incompetent marriages immensely.’
I smiled.
I never believed this excuse despite most of the Musalmīn criticized and hated me for it.
That’s easier said than done, for I have a very thick ever unyielding unique ever Benevolent legendary ever unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
It is only around 7 inches, but the thickness makes it appear to be a bat.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah did good though, getting me in her extremely lovely extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān mouth, scraping against her teeth and letting me in to the back of her throat.
I came as I felt her gag around my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund again, as I shoved my Hindu thickness further down her throat.
She spent a few minutes, licking me clean, and finally I was tired of her.
I needed more finally.
I turned around, pulled my ever erect Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund out of her extremely lovely extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān mouth and hands, and there was this incredibly classy young Musalmān woman, in a beige business suit standing there with a half smile on her face, just staring at me.
I shrugged, smiled back, pulled my shorts up over my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund and hurried back to our seats.
After the game, I was wandering around behind her parents as they stopped every few minutes to talk to friends and acquaintances.
I smiled hi now and then, paying no attention.
Until that is, they stopped to talk to the young Musalmān woman who had seen me tucking in my ever unyielding unique ever Benevolent legendary ever unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her parents introduced us, but I didn’t even hear her name properly.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah was extremely gorgeous closer up.
She was model beautiful.
There was something exotic about her.
She reeked of class, money and somehow sex.
I thought about her seeing my ever erect Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund, and my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund jumped.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah, the young Musalmān woman, came toward me.
My Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund rose more.
She took my hand.
Eīshān! Was it soft?
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah invited me to come by her office some time, and she would make sure I got some complimentary tickets to some games for me and my Musalmān lady friends.
I thanked her.
I never said I never needed it.
I had infinite money and I always spent it leniently on my lady friends.
It wasn’t good to say it.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah turned around, said a few more words to her parents and their friends.
When she turned, she somehow backed closer to me, and as she turned, I felt her hand brush across my now mostly hard, ever unyielding unique ever-benevolent legendary ever-unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
It jumped again, and as she stood there a second, I could smell her hair, and feel the heat of her extremely beautiful body so close.
As I was standing there engrossed, her other arm had snaked behind her back.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah pressed her hand backward, and touched my straining Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever-sensitive ever-active Uncut Hindu Lund.
She grasped my Hindu pole through my light shorts and gave me a few squeezes.
Then she was gone.
I was left speechless, with my monster my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund tenting out my shorts.
After I could finally breathe, I turned sharply, hollered I’d meet them at the car and sauntered to the bathroom.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was already there for me.
She grabbed my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever-sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund through my shorts, and pulled at my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund as Al Nafīs Al Zohrah had done.
I closed my eyes.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s young Musalmān Choot wrapped in completely around my Hindu manhood and I fucked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and fucked.
The young Musalmān Choot of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, sliding over my Hindu shaft felt sooo good.
I saw her face, and that half smile and those full lips, lips I wanted wrapped around my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever-sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund, and awww Eīshān! I was cumming.*
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān flung herself into her mother’s arms.
She loved her and had not seen her in months.
At last her Ammī, Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī, held her off and scrutinized Al Sādiyah Arraħmān.
“Far as I can tell, you look great, fit and trim,” Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī smiled gravely, “May be you could stand a few more pounds,”
“Allah, Ammī,” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān laughed, “I’m 118, and I’m staying that way until I find a man.”
“What’s with this man’s stuff? Ever since I can remember you’ve had dozens of men at your heels.”
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān laughed.
“Don’t talk like Abbū. He is conservative. He is orthodox. Not you.”
Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī sighed.
“You still blame him?”
“Don’t you? Even after he has divorced you?”
“Girlie, our Ummat, our society is still suffering from immense backwardness due to its tremendous opposition to modern scientific education.”
“Narendr Modi is coming,” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān smiled, “He wouldn’t treat us Musalmīn as his vote bank, as the pseudo secular syndicate did.”
“I hope so,” her Ammī, Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī, smiled, “you young generation doesn’t have somewhat more hope with Narendr Modi?”
“He is the only hope, Ammī, if India actually wants to come out of the darkness UPA government’s ten years darkest rule imposed on it.”
Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī, her Ammī, listened patiently and then asked Al Sādiyah Arraħmān, her daughter.
“I asked you what’s with this man’s stuff? Ever since I can remember you’ve had dozens of men at your heels.”
“Simple, obvious, I mean the right man.” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān cooed.
“How old are you, twenty seven?”
“Twenty eight, going on twenty nine, almost thirty.”
“Twenty eight. Correct. Forgive me. At fifty, one tends to get hazy about birthdays, other people’s as well as one’s own.”
Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī looked her daughter, Al Sādiyah Arraħmān, over again.
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān was a medium high, as Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī and her former husband Nasīruddīn Ikħlāq Muħammad himself was.
Both the Ammī and daughter were willowy, supple, with loose blond hair, luminous eyes, a pert nose and wide grin.
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān was exactly carbon copy of her extremely beautiful Ammī, similarly vivacious too.
Both were cheerful, vibrant, immensely smart and even more attractive in their green apricot sweater, slim dark green skirt.
“Sorry, Al Sādiyah Arraħmān,” Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī said, “I’m not worried about you. There may be men, but Durgesh is…”
“Unique.” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān completed her sentence, “Ammī, why the hell do you want me to compete with you? Obviously, I lack your experiences to please Durgesh,”
Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī shook her hand and led her into the living room.
“I can’t tell you how tickled I was with your winning the Ved Nagar Pavmān Som award. A great coup in journalism, my child. Congratulations again.”
“Shukriyah, Ammī.”
“I read those clippings at least five times. That was a helluva series, that exposé. Imagine all those so called respectable millionaire married beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān women. Working part time for that gay pimp, Ikħlāq Muħammad. Even if he blackmailed them…”
“He didn’t have to. They themselves needed excitement. They were bored.”
“Allah, you mean they succumbed even to prostitution only because they were bored? I could never imagine.”
“Ammī, these aren’t your comparatively moral days. Nowadays morals are far cry, out of fashion actually. Even incest is now a movement for women emancipation and women rights.” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān smiled bitterly.
“Damn the beasts.”
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān smiled sadly.
Chapter 11
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The Everbest Wives: 35
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Chapter 35
Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr sat at the kitchen table thinking about how the last three weeks have been since Durgesh moved back home after her father in law deserted her entire four extremely beautiful mothers in law.
“They are trying to cuckold me to themselves and their Anant Muslimātchod Hindu lover Durgesh.” Muħammad Zahūr had charged them.
“The ever impotent has run away ultimately from his marital duties.” Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr’s mothers in law told to the Press in their joint Press Conference.
Cuckolding the Musalmān husbands to their Hindu lover and themselves wasn’t any crime/evil in Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself was running her ever ambitious Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement, proudly aggressively.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr just had the sense that there was a sexual tension building between us and although in one way it troubled her, it excited her in ways Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr just could not understand yet.
Deciding to see if it was just her imagination or was there really something going on, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr thought maybe she could see for herself if Durgesh was feeling the same way.
Hearing me working out down stairs, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr tried to think of a way to see if I might be having the same sexual feelings about her as well.
I curled the weights as my mind drifted about seeing my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, in those skintight jeans that she seemed to be wearing more and more lately.
As I considered that Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, might be doing it on purpose, I felt my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund get rock hard just picturing her tight little Musalmān ass in my mind.
At night, I would manage fucking the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women who resembled her.
Was it only a coincidence?
Didn’t Durgesh hope Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr would come in some night and catch me?
Finally, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr heard me coming up the stairs.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr leaned against the wall holding the curtain rod in her hand, waiting for me, her new father in law, to come into the room.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr spread her legs and arched her gorgeous Musalmān butt up in the air.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could feel her heart racing and all misgivings Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, might have had were being over ruled by the throbbing between her legs.
“Dad, could you help me for a minute.” She yelled out to me.
I rounded the corner and could not believe what I was looking at.
There was my ‘Bahū Bégum’, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, with her gorgeous Musalmān butt arched up and I swore I could see her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot outlined in her jeans.
I felt my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund get rigid.
I hoped Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr would not turn around and catch me in this position.
She was already trying to seduce me desperately.
Seeing I too was erect for her would definitely enhance her efforts to get me sexually.
Here in Everbest Wives Creations, incest was a virtue not any evil at all.
The citizens of the Everbest Wives Creations had legally free sex rights almost.
It was considered the ultimate love and intimacy between a father in law and daughter in law that was highly respected, praised, admired and honored even publicly if they have sex too mutually.
“Unfulfilled sexual desires always bring jealousy, hatred, conspiracies and gradual destruction in an otherwise excellent family. The Everbest Wives Creations are principally against such stupidities.” The everywhere respected leaders of the Everbest Wives Creations said.
“How can I help you?” I asked courteously.
“Just come behind me and hold the rod while I slide the curtains down to the other side.” My Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, said respectfully feigning innocence even.
Apprehensively, I came up behind her, feverishly trying to think of thoughts that would kill my erection.
Feeling like I was almost safe, I felt my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr’s excellent gorgeous glamorous perfectly round heavy buttocked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass pushing back into my Hindu male groin.
Almost instantly, my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund sprang back to being rock hard again.
I knew Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, must have felt it too.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could feel my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund right through her jeans. She new Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was soaking between her legs as well.
Part of her was afraid but another was like an animal in heat.
Now Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, knew despite my ever-righteous attitude, actually both of us were having the same feelings.
She smiled triumphantly.
She was the President of Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah here, in Everbest Wives Creations.
They were determined to manage me to surrender to incest practically as much as it was possible for them.
They wanted me to fuck my every Musalmān Bahū Bégum, etcetera forever.
It was a challenge for them that I was still against incest so much.
“Well, if you’re done working out, I think I’ll go next.” My Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, said to me.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr pulled on her sheer black leotards and looked in the mirror.
At forty-one, my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, still had a great figure, a little on the slim side Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr told herself but better than being over weight.
With her curly brown hair and slight frame, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could easily pass for her early thirties.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr looked at the shorts and T-shirt Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr always wore over her leotards and the thought all of a sudden crossed her mind not to wear them and just go out in the living room where I was and let me see her almost naked.
Looking in the mirror again, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could see her nipples sticking out and her crotch clearly showed the outline of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr shivered with excitement trying to decide if she had the courage to be so daring.
My Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, slid her fingers between her legs and just stroking herself slightly brought her the answer Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was looking for.
I was lying down on the couch thinking about what just happened with my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr.
She had to feel me between her buttocks and yet she did not get mad or act disgusted
. If anything, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr acted as though Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was enjoying it.
Maybe Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was just teasing me, I thought.
She could humiliate me if I did anything myself for my ever righteous attitude toward Incest.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could then easily claim practically I myself love incest despite my official antagonism to it.
I knew Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was probably putting on her black leotards and that long T-shirt.
How many times I wished I could see her without it.
I even hoped one day it would happen, whether I like it or not.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr walked out of her room and took a deep breath before going into the living room.
Was this all going too far Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr asked herself.
However, the throbbing between her legs gave her the answer she needed.
She felt as though Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was on the verge of climax if Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr just even stroked herself softly.
I could not believe what I was looking at, as Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr came into the room.
“Have you seen my white T-shirt, Durgesh?” Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr asked me.
I shook my head, ‘no’.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr turned around and bent over right across from as Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr looked on the love seat for the t-shirt.
I was looking right at her excellent gorgeous glamorous perfectly round heavy buttocked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and legs, I knew she had a great body but this was unbelievable what was happening.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr turned around and stood right in front of me, she noticed the bulge in my gym shorts, which only added to her fever.
Maybe it was her imagination but Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr just got the impression that I was huge by how it strained at the material in my shorts.
Allah!
Allah!!
Let me have him inside me, méré Maulā.
I could not take my eyes off her ever-lovely ever-beautiful Musalmān crotch.
The black material silhouetted it clearly.
The black nylons were clearly wet, as I no longer had to guess what was going on, my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, was seducing me deliberately and I was enjoying every moment.
Why the hell shouldn’t I?
I had to break their incestuous marriages, isn’t it?
“So what are you up to?” Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr asked.
“Just going to take a shower and surf the web.” I replied.
“Looking at naked Musalmān Beauties and beautiful naked Musalmān houseladies, I would guess. But if you didn’t, I would be worried.” My Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, said, smiling, as if she was only teasing me, nothing else was there.
“Bahū Bégum,” I smiled, “I like looking at naked Musalmān Beauties and beautiful naked Musalmān houseladies and then I love to lovemaking with them too. I’m legendary for it already, you know.” I replied.
I had decided now to play her game too, myself.
She wanted to prove I’ve surrendered to incest by fucking her.
I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and save her from the ultimate ever certain consequences of her incestuous sexual relationship with her own Hindu father/brother.
In the process, it was nothing wrong if I even enjoyed sex with her.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was not expecting such a bold response.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could feel her excitement growing with every passing second.
Trying to act as normal as possible without betraying her true feelings, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr just could not take her eyes off the Hindu bulge in my shorts.
It looked as if I had a cucumber and she figured it had to be at least nine or ten inches long, something a porn star would have, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr told herself.
“And what do you do after looking at those naked Musalmān Beauties and beautiful naked Musalmān houseladies?” Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr seductively asked.
“Maybe you should come and find out for yourself.” I replied.
“Well; maybe I will do just that.” My Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, said, taking advantage of the sudden unprecedented golden opportunity proposed to her.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr turned and walked towards the basement, then looked back and smiled most seductively, Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, knew how, at me.
Walking down the stairs, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could feel herself dripping from her ever-lovely ever-beautiful Musalmān crotch.
She dare not touch herself for fear of cumming, “not yet” my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, said softly.
I showered quickly, my Hindu erection straining for relief as I dried myself.
My heart raced, I could not believe if I was dreaming or was this really happening.
I knew Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr would be surprised by the sight of my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and could not wait to see her reaction.
Even at my prestigious sixty five, I was blessed with what most men yearned to have.
I measured my penis at just over eleven inches; my so many girl friends’ biggest fear was that it would hurt her internally, so we never really had full intercourse even.
I told them it even constricted optimum according to the depth of their cunts, but there were still some of them, that were too frightened to believe me.
Yet, the fact never worried me.
I was too big.
What would be Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr’s response?
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr heard the shower stop and debated what to do next.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot screamed out for climax and Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was so curious to see what was going to happen next.
I walked out of the bathroom completely naked with my Hindu erection fully exposed.
I had never been so turned on and the way Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was teasing me, I did not care if Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr caught me nude.
It only added to my excitement.
I walked in my bedroom and left the door open purposely for Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr to come in and catch me nude.
I had already called Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan before I went to shower.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was waiting for me there nude.
She was incurably proud of her ever excellent ever athletic nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
The more I fucked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the more confident and proud of her nude body Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was.
I could feel myself throbbing between my legs. I was almost ready to fuck Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan when I saw Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr standing in the doorway.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could not believe what Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was looking at.
I had the biggest Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund she had ever seen.
It went straight up and just appeared to be almost up to my chest.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr wanted to touch herself and it took all her control to just stand there and not do it.*
The fact was Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr herself had an Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah origin.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had ultimately managed to establish an Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in almost infinite creations.
She herself never approved of Everbest Wives Creations ideology.
Her father was a Brāhmañ, not a Vedic Monotheist Dvij Hindu.
Only her Ammī was an ardent Musalmān.
Whenever Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr had given voice to a girlish dream of irregular moral, her solemn orthodox Brāhmañ father, an omnivorous reader of Purāñs, Rāmāyañ and Mahābhārat, would repeat verbatim the words,
“Morals, romantic adventures she wants.”
Then lowering down at Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, he would recite the wisdom of Someone:
“Morals, not adventures. Never. Adventures are an indication of inefficiency. Good explores never have them.”
As a consequence of this paternal foresight, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr’s formative years had been boundaried by tangible disciplines:
The clock at the bedside, the budget in the bureau drawer, the schedule on the kitchen wall.
These rigid lessons had stood Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr in good stead during her attendance at the HVSI University of Administration in Ved Nagar, during her first administrative jobs in Ved Nagar, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah creations and Everbest Wives Creations ultimately.
Especially when she was offered a job by Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor herself.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was surprised.
“But I don’t believe in the fundamental doctrine of Everbest Wives Creations.” She said, “I don’t want to marry my father/brother. I never approved of a Brāhmañ husband.”
“What?” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was surprised, “Do you want a Musalmān husband?”
“Durgesh says a Musalmān husband is not as dangerous as the Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah creations and Everbest Wives Creations declare them and publicize heavily.”
“That’s why Ved Nagar is still the ultimately advanced resort for Pseudo Musalmīn even.” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor said helplessly furiously. “There isn’t Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah exclusively. Even a Musalmān can be chosen as a husband in Ved Nagar and Hindu creations. Even Hindu Muslimāt creations tolerate the existence of Musalmān husbands in a noticeable number.”
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr laughed.
“Well, there’s actual Democracy in Ved Nagar and these Hindu creations. They have religious Democracy there.”
“Democracy? My foot. That’s chaos actually. No male must be allowed to have another religion except Hinduism and no female must be allowed to practice another religion except Islam.”
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was smiling gracefully.
“Why?”
“Why? Don’t you know yourself? It constitutes Ashvinātam couple, that’s the only scientifically perfect couple, none else.”*
I was past feeling inhibited and I swiveled my chair so it faced Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr directly.
I felt no embarrassment as I pulled nude young Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan down my shaft and slid it into her young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
The full length of my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund vanished into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever smart ever young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr quivered as Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr watched me fuck her as we both looked at each other.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr pictured in her mind what it would feel like, if Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr rode up and down Durgesh’s Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was sure that’s what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan actually, took her place right now.
Her ever-lovely ever-beautiful Musalmān crotch felt as though it was on fire pleading for release.
It went on for hours in various positions, until I could feel myself on the verge of cumming, closed my eyes, and fucked extremely beautiful Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, myself faster and faster.
Having Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr standing there watching me fuck her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, for hours, in countless sex positions, was the most exciting thing I could ever remember doing.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr did not just catch me; Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was watching and waiting for my cum to shoot out of my eleven-inch Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr without even realizing it, moved closer to me.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr wanted to see me shoot my white Hindu cum out of that giant Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
When Sinhdév Ākāsh, her husband, was with her, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr would wait for Sinhdév Ākāsh, her husband, to cum and right at the last moment Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr would wrap her lips around his head and take it all into her mouth.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr wanted to do it now and fought herself from getting on her knees and sucking me dry.
I felt the first of five spasms as I shot my semen into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
I could not believe how much came out and momentarily forgot that Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was standing right next to me watching every detail of my orgasm into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
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I opened my eyes, yet wasn’t surprised how close Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was standing to me.
I expected it from her.
I could see the camel toe in her leotards and knew Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was on the verge of her own climax as well.
Her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā was on her knees with her excellent gorgeous glamorous perfectly round heavy buttocked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Årab Musalmān ass wide-open and looking back at the camera.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr realized Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was about her age as well.
“So; you love fucking Musalmān Beauties wide open.” Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr said.
“Especially when they look like you.” I answered, still pounding into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot was clutching my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund entirely embedded into her.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, smiled triumphantly at Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr.
I slid my hand slowly up her leg.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr froze as she felt the approaching fingers caressing her up towards her throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān, ardent Musalmān Choot.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr did everything Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could do to close her legs and not let the Hindu intruder have its prize but realized that her legs betrayed her as she opened wide for my hand to have its way with her.
I could not believe I was fingering my own Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, as I felt my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund start to harden again into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
I had plenty of practice with her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā and knew exactly where to go to bring her to her own climax.
Chapter 36
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 