Yåqūb Family-2

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Yåqūb Family

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

My wife Nāzimah Yåqūb and I, Muħammad Yåqūb; got married five yeas ago.

We are happily married except only one problem.

I suffer from pre-mature ejaculation.

Earlier, we had sex very often and I could satisfy her easily.

But, since she gave birth to a girl child, her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy became slightly loose.

I stopped feeling the previous tightness around my already cut Musalmān Cock, each time we fucked.

On top of that my premature ejaculation!

No wonder our sex life hit rock bottom.

It was very bad, actually worst, for the great Yåqūb Family.

If we had sex even once in a month, I could thank Allah for it.

Naturally, I got addicted to reading Ashvinātam sex stories online in
the office and jerking off once and even thrice everyday in the office toilet.

Why Ashvinātam sex stories online only?

Because only they were scientific, natural, realistic, and psychologically best of all of the remaining sex stories even.

Meanwhile my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, was getting frustrated, because she didn’t get much sexual release, even though I made her orgasm with my fingers each time we had sex.

There was a huge football field where we live.

Every Weekend, it was taken over by immigrant Hindu workers from countries like, India, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka and Africa.

So if you go that side after 6pm on a Saturday or Sunday, it’s like an area oozing Hindu male smell.

The whiff of Hindu male bodies, sweat and musky smells is overpowering.

Plus if a Musalmān female walks past, there were easily thousands of lusty, sex-starved Hindu eyes watching her every move.

Although my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, didn’t like to walk past the football field on weekends, I liked to walk in the middle of all these Hindu men staring at my wife’s extremely beautiful female Musalmān body.

It gave me a strange thrill and always brought my, otherwise impotent cut Musalmān Cock to attention.

We had to cross the field to go to the other side, where there were vegetable and fish markets and the supermarket was also there.

One weekend a friend of mine volunteered to look after our daughter, so that we could have a romantic dinner on our own.

We were quite happy to be alone in privacy.

We went to this nice bar to have a few drinks.

I only drank beers but my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, gobbled one after another
glass of wine and even a few gin and tonics.

We didn’t even bother about dinner.

But after four hours of drinking and chatting, we were feeling no pain.

Especially her.

In fact, my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, couldn’t even walk properly and I had to support her on my shoulder.

Anyway, we decided to go for a stroll to clear our heads before reaching our home.

So we got off the taxi and started walking.

It was about 1 AM now and the football field was empty.

On the far side of the field, there was a big banyan tree.

We were behind the tree.

I kissed her, knowing fully well she wouldn’t care what I did in her intoxicated state.

I pinned her to the tree trunk and started groping her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs.

She just mumbled something and slumped off.

I was very pissed off.

Not only had she left me high and dry but she had also passed out.

I didn’t know how to carry her to our house which was a good 10 minutes
walk.

And Nāzimah Yåqūb was not very light weight either.

So I thought, I would leave her there and get a taxi.

We were on the road side anyway so it would be easier for me as well.

I jumped off the road and waited for a taxi.

I saw one taxi parked slightly off the road about 200 yards away so I ran and got him to turn around.

I asked him if he would help me get my wife in the taxi.

He reluctantly agreed and we walked down to get her up.

But Nāzimah Yåqūb was not alone anymore.

I was shocked and excited at the same time.

Three native looking Hindu men were around her.

They were all fully clothed but their Uncut Hindu Cocks were out.

I could see in the street light, their dirty, unwrinkled Uncut Hindu Cocks.

One enormous Uncut Hindu Cock was about to enter my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s loose Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

I saw in amazement as this Hindu worker rubbed his black Uncut Hindu Cockhead on her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussylips and slowly eased it in.

The entire length of the Uncut Hindu Cock which was about eight inches long and at least four inches thick entered my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s sloppy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Another Hindu worker had somehow worked his slimy Uncut Hindu Cock between my wife Nāzimah Yåqūb’s lips and was smearing his Hindu pre cum all over her extremely beautiful Musalmān face.

The third Hindu worker was hitting her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs with his large Hindu dong as his Hindu pre cum leaked all over her expensive clothes.

The three Hindu men noticed us and without realizing that I was her husband, invited us to enjoy their loot.

The taxi driver, a filthy looking Hindu man in his 60s, was over there in seconds and had chucked his trousers to reveal a fast enlarging veiny Uncut Hindu Cock.

He smiled winking at me lewdly, and at the other three, before telling them my real identity that I was the husband.

The Hindu who was rubbing his Uncut Hindu Cock over my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, came over to me and without a word pushed me down on the ground.

He held my head from the ears so hard that I thought my ears would be torn out.

Then he moved my head to his Uncut Hindu Cock, which smelled so bad that I couldn’t breathe for a minute.

He forced my mouth open with his purple Uncut Hindu Cock which was hard as steel and started fucking my mouth like it was a Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Muħammad Yåqūb, the head of the great Yåqūb Family, the great multi business magnet, was being mouth fucked by a dirty Hindu worker!

Who could have believed it?

Yet, it was true.

It was happening.

The Hindu taxi driver too, came to my side and fed me his pre-cum leaking Uncut Hindu Cock alternately from the other Hindu worker.

The one worker fucking my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, grunted loudly in his religious Sanskr’t language, which could only mean that he was emptying his Hindu balls into my wife Nāzimah Yåqūb’s fertile Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Once he came, his Hindu friend took his place and shot his Hindu load also into my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

The three Hindu men then forced me to clean my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy with my tongue, and swallow all their combined Hindu sperms, mixed with my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān vaginal juices.

I had to do it.

To my utter surprise, I even enjoyed it all, very much.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

Was I a gay Musalmān?

I shuddered at the realization.

I loved that I was treated as I was.

Only when all of them had gone, did I realize that my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, was awake and smiling.

Still fingering her well lubed and fucked Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy she said,

“Muħammad Yåqūb, Bhāījān, go and find some more Hindu workers for me.”

And I knew, I would comply, but not without testing (tasting?) the Uncut Hindu Cock myself first.

“Want to enjoy their Uncut Hindu Penis more?” I smiled at my sex starved, extremely beautiful wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb.

“You gay impotent,”she laughed, “What do you think, I didn’t watch you?”

I winked at Nāzimah Yåqūb,

“Let’s both enjoy our Hindu workers’ Uncut Hindu Penis.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed,

“One who fucked me in my ravenous Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, is named ‘Bishnoo’.”

“Oh, you know them?” I was excited.

“The second one, who fucked me in my ass first, is named ‘Brahmdev’.”

“Great!” I smiled.

“The third one, whom I sucked mostly, is named ‘Mahéshvar’.”

“Måshā Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!” I winked at my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, “You are now Bhagvatī Mahālaxmī Bhārgav, Bhagvatī Sarasvatī, and Bhagvatī Pārvatī, all the three in one. Congratulations.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb looked at me perplexed.

“Did not understand?”

“No.” Nāzimah Yåqūb replied innocently.

“‘Bishnoo’, ‘Brahmdev’, ‘Mahéshvar’—Brahmā Vishñu Mahésh—the famous Tridev of the Hindus, themselves have fucked you today.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb burst into a laughter.

I also joined my wife, in her ecstasy.

It was somewhat difficult to find all the three of them.

But it was necessary to save our skins and names.

Taxi driver was easy to find.

In fact, he himself came to me,

“I have prepared the entire video with my mobile.” He smiled at me.

I looked at him gravely,

“Sit down.”

He sat on the chair in front of me.

“What do you want?”

“Ask what do we want.”

“Oh, so it all was preplanned?”

“What do you think?”

“You are not afraid of my powers?”

He laughed contemptuously,

“Your powers? Your powers? We fucked your extremely beautiful wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, and you cleaned our juices from her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass, diving your tongue into both of them.”

“So what?” I asked him calmly.

“So what?” he almost spat at me, “If you want to experience more, just wait and watch.”

Chapter 3

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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

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