After the death sentence 4

After the death sentence


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Chapter 4

Mohan Dīxit never wanted that Åzrah Iqbāl should fuck me ever.

She was now his steady girlfriend.

Yet, Åzrah Iqbāl wasn’t his wife.

Neither had she ever wanted to be.

The problem was Mohan Dīxit couldn’t get rid of Åzrah Iqbāl.

She was his Māmū, Muħammad Iqbāl’s daughter.

Nādirah Taufīq wanted Åzrah Iqbāl with Mohan Dīxit.

Mohan Dīxit couldn’t go against Nādirah Taufīq.

Maħmūd Sultān was sentenced to death unjustifiably.

Mohan Dīxit had tried his best to get justice for Maħmūd Sultān.

Durgesh, he has been framed.” Mohan Dīxit has told me.

“I understand Mohan, but I can’t represent every framed one personally, you know. My firm HVS Law Internationals has more than a million lawyers. We have our branches almost everywhere wherever at least there is a High Court. They peacefully co-exist everywhere.”

Mohan Dīxit smiled sarcastically.

“The extent to you take an interest in HVS Law Internationals, is evident from the fact that you don’t even know the actual number of legal minds you have there!”

I smiled.

“It’s not necessary to know to protect any client, exactly how many lawyers are there in your law firm.”

“Oh sure,” Mohan Dīxit laughed sarcastically, “I think most of these ‘more than one million lawyers’ are your beautiful Musalmān lady friends. Aren’t they?”

I smiled cunningly.

Mohan Dīxit, your companies too have most of the employees feminine and they are beautiful and your Musalmān lady friends too. Am I mistaken?”

“Not at all, not at all. But if you investigate you can easily find out I’m not exactly responsible for it. Nādirah Taufīq Bhābhījān, Åzrah Iqbāl and Ħafsah Aslam Bhābhījān have actually managed deliberately to do it, not I. I can’t go against them. Moreover, the women they employed are never liabilities to my companies. They are always assets instead.”

“Similarly,” I smiled intelligently, “it is difficult for anyone to keep track of the exact numbers of lawyers in HVS Law Internationals, because at any given moment there are a thousand or more leaving for a multitude of reasons and almost the same numbers are fresh new recruits trained and polished.”

“Very well answered.” Mohan Dīxit smiled, “I deserved it. Naturally I can’t win the master cross examiner in an argument.”

I smiled.

“Then, why the hell, are you trying to?”

“I’m sorry. I only want you won’t regret afterwards that you could have saved an innocent’s life if you had the chance.”


“He has been framed by the real terrorists, Durgesh. He is being sentenced to death because he didn’t cooperate with the dirty beasts.”

“How are you so confirm?”

“Because I know him personally. Maħmūd Sultān is the Indian anyone can be proud of. He believes that the Partition of India was a great blunder.”

“I see.”

“The then British forced it on Musalmīn. They fooled Musalmīn of that time that Hindus would punish Musalmīn for what Musalmīn have done with Hindus when Musalmīn were in power in India.”

“What Musalmīn have done with Hindus when Musalmīn were in power in India?”

“Oh, come on, Durgesh, don’t act as if you really don’t know it.” Mohan Dīxit complained.*

I watched Mohan Dīxit gravely.

“I really don’t know it, Mohan Dīxit. Tell me what the hell then Musalmīn have done with Hindus when Musalmīn were in power in India?”

“They humiliated Hindus beyond every moral, beyond every humanity and beyond every human imagination.”

“How many were the Musalmīn then?”

“What do you mean?”

“How many were the Musalmīn then? More than Hindus, or less than Hindus?”

“The Hindus are still more than Musalmīn many times. And so were they when Musalmīn were in power in India.” Mohan Dīxit informed me immensely disapproving of my attitude.

“And you want to tell me that those handful of Musalmīn oppressed manifold Hindus successfully when they were in power in India? And Hindus, so many times more than Musalmīn, did nothing to their oppressors? Do you really believe this utter nonsense?”

“You want to say these are only fictions, imaginations?”

“Political fictions, political imaginations, invented by then British rulers so that they could break the unity of then Indians and rule on us.”

HVS Law Internationals never failed to play the expansion game even more quickly than others.

It never failed to gobble up the other law firms in other cities, whether weaker or strong.

Even the strong law firms couldn’t give the constant positive results in the acquittal of innocent and framed ones.

They failed in competing with HVS Law Internationals in this toughest competition of talent, knowledge, experience and commitment to the cause.

They were fighting for money and fame.

HVS Law Internationals was fighting for justice to the innocents, framed ones and to the poor who couldn’t afford to pay the huge fees of those strong reputed law firms.

Soon HVS Law Internationals was more popular and more respected law firm everywhere.

Åzrah Iqbāl was playing with my Uncut Hindu Cock when Mohan Dīxit started the engine.

Mohan Dīxit was sweating already.

“It’s alright, Åzrah,” I put my palm on hers, “it’s not necessary.”

Sājidah Taufīq took my Uncut Hindu Cock in her beautiful young Musalmān palm, from Åzrah Iqbāl.

“Let me please him, Åzrah.”

“Your elder sister, Nādirah Taufīq, would kill me, Sājidah.” Åzrah Iqbāl smiled.

“I’m not pleased with Nādirah Taufīq Bājī.” Sājidah Taufīq said angrily, “She still suspects Maħmūd Sultān Bhāījān is really a terrorist. She should have more faith in Maħmūd Sultān Bhāījān. I appreciate Åābidah Sultān instead.”

Sājidah Taufīq bent and took my Uncut Hindu Cock into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She started to kiss, lick and suck it.

I couldn’t stop anyone of them.

I suspected neither Sājidah Taufīq nor Åzrah Iqbāl is actually interested in persuading me to represent Maħmūd Sultān.

They were actually more interested in enjoying sex with me, instead.

It was actually a golden opportunity for them to prove they were sacrificing for Nādirah Taufīq and Åābidah Sultān’s future.

Mohan Dīxit turned right on the main prison road.

We were passing neat little white homes with flowers and trees in the front yard.

Åzrah Iqbāl was sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock now, passionately.

Sājidah Taufīq had already sucked me for half an hour continuous.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was receiving best services from the beautiful Musalmān houseladies of Maħmūd Sultān.

No, they were neither society girls, nor sluts, as the Pseudo Musalmīn claimed about them.

They were only modern independent Musalmān women who deliberately never wanted to surrender to their ever jealous Pseudo Musalmīn mankind.

Sājidah Taufīq was a PhD even.

They both were unmarried.

I was actually the ever first man in Sājidah Taufīq’s life.

Wasn’t it amazing?

Sājidah Taufīq was twenty eight already.

None believed Sājidah Taufīq was still a virgin.

Yet, it was true.

She believed in modern values.

Sājidah Taufīq was not traditional at all.

Neither Åzrah Iqbāl was.

An arrow on a road sign pointed right to Unit 786.

How ironic it was.

786 was a religious number in modern day Islam and now they were keeping pseudo Islamic terrorists in this Unit.

With Mohan Dīxit driving our car, we turned very slowly.

Within seconds we were on a dirt road that led us quickly to some serious fencing and razor wire.

Now, Sājidah Taufīq had lifted her garārā up and had straddled me.

My Uncut Hindu Cock touched her virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt between her labial lips.

Sājidah Taufīq immediately put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately on my lips.*

Sājidah Taufīq pushed herself down on my almost ever erect Hindu Penis.

It started to enter her immediately.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“My pleasure,” Sājidah Taufīq smiled gratefully, “I’ve dreamed of you. Yet I never believed I can be so lucky.”

“I’m honored,”

“Perhaps it’s quite contrary. There are infinite Musalmān Beauties but there is only one Durgesh.”

“You are being very kind to me.” I smiled feeling my one fourth Uncut Hindu Cock inside her virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

She felt it inside her and smiled triumphantly.

Nādirah Taufīq Bājī said,

“It’s not easy to fuck Durgesh.”

“Nonsense,” Sājidah Taufīq laughed at her elder sister, “You never tried. If you had, you too could have.”

Sājidah Taufīq, it’s forbidden in Islam.”

Nādirah Taufīq, it’s forbidden in Pseudo Islam, not in Islam ever.”

“I see,” Nādirah Taufīq said sarcastically, “so you think Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam established Islam so that all the Muslimāt should marry Hindu rascals?”

Hindus aren’t as rascals as the Pseudo Musalmīn are ever.” Sājidah Taufīq said insistently, “Hindus aren’t running the terrorist organizations to kill anyone that isn’t Hindu.”

“They are doing more dangerous things to us Musalmīn.”

“Oh, really? What?”

“They fuck us Musalmān Beauties everywhere wherever they can.”

“Are you sure? I think it’s actually vice versa.”

“That’s their dirty deliberately determined publicity. No Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman ever wants to have sex with a dirty Hindu.”

“You are living in fool’s paradise, Nādirah Taufīq.” Sājidah Taufīq said contemptuously, “I don’t want a terrorist/potential terrorist husband. Neither I want my children to be terrorist. I want a happy family and enjoy my life as much as I can.”

Chapter 5


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

After the death sentence 1

After the death sentence


Chapter 1

Durgesh Nādirah Taufīq

Durgesh Åābidah Sultān

Åābidah Sultān screamed,

It was the first thing Nādirah Taufīq heard in the morning,

She came running into Nādirah Taufīq’s room, with something all over her face, dripping down her cheek.

“Watch your language young lady. DURGESH, GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!” Nādirah Taufīq yelled.

I went into her room with my head raised, wanting boldly to meet anyone’s eyes.

“He does this every weekend Ammī, it has to stop. It’s disgusting.” Åābidah Sultān went on. “I wake up to seeing his Uncut Hindu Dick spraying me with his dirty Hindu cum. He needs to see a psychologist or something. He’s sick in the head.”

“Ok, ok. Åābidah Sultān, you go get cleaned up, I need to talk to Durgesh alone.” Nādirah Taufīq said as she was desperately trying to think of something to do about this.

Åābidah Sultān huffed out of the room, leaving Nādirah Taufīq and me alone.

Nādirah Taufīq had been having a tough Time with me lately.

Ever since I joined them six months ago, it seemed like I’d been obsessed with her older daughter.

She was twenty years old, and if Nādirah Taufīq didn’t know better, would say that she’d been teasing Durgesh right ab initio.

Åābidah Sultān didn’t like Durgesh.

She herself used to suck my Uncut Hindu Cock until I blasted my Hindu semen into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, then deliberately make it spray on her face, and then claimed I did it.

Nādirah Taufīq had talked to Åābidah Sultān about it, telling her she needed to dress more modestly around the house.

Åābidah Sultān’s response had been,

“But Ammī, we have always been super casual. I feel comfortable like this. I don’t want to have to put pants on just to go to breakfast.”

But in the end, Åābidah Sultān had agreed to start at least wearing pajamas around the house.

Nādirah Taufīq had thought that would be the end of it. But then this…

“Durgesh, this is the third Time in 2 months.” Nādirah Taufīq sighed. “We’ve talked about this, and you said you are innocent. What’s going on?”

After a Moment of silence, I said,

“Nādirah Taufīq, I told you your daughter doesn’t like me living here. But you insisted.”

“Nonsense, Durgesh. Åābidah Sultān is twenty now. She must understand the testament of her Abbu. He is facing the false charge of being a terrorist, only because he opposed terrorism. What is wrong there if he wants his advocate, his brother in law, the husband of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sisters to live with us to protect us?”

“Ask Åābidah Sultān, your daughter. What the hell can I do? I don’t want to live here.”

“That’s out of question. Maħmūd wants you here. He doesn’t believe on his ever greedy relatives. He thinks only you can protect us from them, and I understand Maħmūd is right.”

“I told you, Nādirah Taufīq, your twenty years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter, Åābidah Sultān, fucks me every night. She rapes me. Even her beautiful Musalmān lady friends fuck me when you are in your office.”

“And you enjoy it all?” Nādirah Taufīq blurted out.

“Why the hell should not I?” I smiled cunningly, “I am not fucking them, they are fucking me.”

Nādirah Taufīq glanced down at my Hindu crotch and noticed that I was starting to get hard again.

She couldn’t believe it.

Inwardly she smiled a little.

“He has no shame,” she thought. “I’d better change the subject before things start getting worse.”

The reason for this line of thought was because she felt a tingling starting between her legs herself.

Ever since the first incident with me and Åābidah Sultān, she couldn’t keep the thoughts out of her mind.

Thoughts like wishing I would choose her rather than her daughter to cum on.

Nādirah Taufīq’s husband, Maħmūd Sultān, was sentenced to death 3 years ago, leaving her to raise their seven daughters alone.

He wasn’t hanged till now but his hanging was certain if I couldn’t prove his innocence.

Before his going to jail, she would suck him off every day, sometimes more.

That was one of the main reasons for their happy marriage.

Everybody commented how happy they were together.

It worked well, he loved cumming, and she loved to eat his eat it.

After Maħmūd was jailed waiting for his hanging, Nādirah Taufīq

had been so busy with work and the kids that she hadn’t even given much thought to find another man.

She always told herself,

“Once the kids are out of the house, maybe.”

But that was about all the thought she gave to the subject, other than the lonely nights, where she only had her hand to distract her.

I continued my story,

“I can’t help my Uncut Hindu Dick gets hard instantly.”

I looked up at this, and looked into Nādirah Taufīq’s

flushed face. “I didn’t even notice Åābidah Sultān was rubbing it, until I found Åābidah Sultān actually doing it in my room. I was lying on my back, with her one hand between my legs, like I’d fallen asleep rubbing her Pussy on my ever hard Uncut Hindu Cock.”

Nādirah Taufīq blushed deeper at this.

I noticed the blush, yet I decided to push a little bit more.

Why the hell should I have stopped?

Åābidah Sultān was doing it all, not I.

“Before I knew it, Åābidah Sultān was standing above me pulling furiously on my cock. And when she opened her eyes, the first thing she did was look at my Uncut Hindu Dick and smile.”

I could tell I was getting a reaction out of Nādirah Taufīq.

“She looked so cute there, smiling up at me with her tits and even her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt   out on display, I couldn’t take it, and so I blew. I came all over her face. It felt so good to Åābidah Sultān, Nādirah Taufīq. I just kept spurting all over her forehead, nose, and cheek. And when it dribbled into her mouth a little, she sat bolt upright, and just started screaming.”

I was hard now, and my right hand went in front of my pajama bottoms to cover it, or so Nādirah Taufīq thought at first.

I had never been this forward in my description before.

I was always sophisticated.

Nādirah Taufīq believed me the first two Times, but this Time… This Time I seemed different.

Something in my eyes; I didn’t seem sorry at all EVER.

“Durgesh, we really have to stop doing this. What can I do to make sure you don’t…” she searched for an appropriate word for an inappropriate situation. “don’t jizz on Åābidah Sultān anymore?” Then she noticed that my hand was moving, ever so slightly.

“Nādirah Taufīq, I have an idea, but you may not like it.” My eyes flicked from her face down to her chest.

She noticed and remembered she was in her pajamas too.

And there was ample cleavage showing.

I was lusting after her.

On the one hand, she couldn’t allow this.

On the other, she was soooo horny lately, and really wanted some attention.

And after all, she did want me to stop molesting Åābidah Sultān.

“What’s your idea, Durgesh?” she breathed heavily, sitting up straighter on her bed.

She moved over to the edge, and put her feed on the ground, getting closer to me.

I stepped forward until I was standing right in front of Nādirah Taufīq. “You’re turning me on, Nādirah Taufīq, just like Åābidah Sultān did. Once I get this feeling, I just have to cum. If I had something to distract me from Åābidah Sultān, some outlet I could use, then she would leave me alone.” I was blatantly rubbing my cock through my pajamas now, “Naturally, if my Uncut Hindu Cock is busy somewhere else, Åābidah Sultān can’t use it adversely to your interests.”

She couldn’t believe it.

I had just cum and now I was getting hard again.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was getting wet thinking about it.

Still, she tried another futile suggestion, knowing I wouldn’t settle for it.

“We could get you some good Musalmān lady friends of mine to fuck them. And you could stick that beautiful Uncut Hindu Cock of yours any Time you like.” Her mind was racing now, and her words slipped.

She hadn’t meant to call it beautiful.

But it was, and she could see it through my pajamas.

It was huge, and she wanted it.

“No Nādirah Taufīq, I tried, Åābidah Sultān’s extremely beautiful Musalmān lady friends are already serving me. Yet Åābidah Sultān manages successfully to fuck me every night. I need to have  real Musalmān flesh with me every night so that Åābidah Sultān can’t replace her ever.” I said, not taking my eyes off Nādirah Taufīq’s tits. “Like this…” and I reached down and pulled one side of her pajama tops to the side, revealing much more tit flesh.

Once done, I brought her hand boldly to my Uncut Hindu Cock, but this Time, I used my other hand to fish it out the front of my pajama bottoms. It was out, and Nādirah Taufīq was stroking it right in front of her face. “Take your top off, Nādirah Taufīq.”

Nādirah Taufīq began mechanically to obey, her eyes locked on the massive Uncut Hindu Dick being gently stroked just inches from her face.

Once complete, she reached out and put her hand on my Uncut Hindu Cock, stroking it.

I let go, and placed Nādirah Taufīq’s hand directly on my Hindu shaft.

“Yeah, that feels good.”

Then I reached down and hefted her left breast with my right hand. ” Nādirah Taufīq, I’ve wanted to feel your Musalmān tits for so long. They feel so good.”

“Ok, honey, I’ll do this for you, but you have to promise to leave Åābidah Sultān alone. Ok?”

Nādirah Taufīq was enjoying the feel of my Uncut Hindu Cock immensely.

It brought back memories of Times she longed for.

“Ok, Nādirah Taufīq, if you will do this for me any Time I want, Åābidah Sultān has to leave us alone.” Then I grunted as Nādirah Taufīq

started me pumping faster.*

Åābidah Sultān had gone to the bathroom to clean up.

Once she was in there, she closed the door and looked in the mirror.

My fragrant Hindu cum was all over her beautiful young Musalmān face.

This was so hot.

She eagerly scooped it up into her hand, and started rubbing it on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, hands under her pajama shirt.

She loved the feel of my Hindu cum.

Then she put her other hand down her bottoms and started rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

She was gonna cum quickly, she could tell.

She had gone to bed the night before hoping this would happen.

She left her door open on purpose, and then fell asleep after furiously masturbating.

Thoughts of the last Time Åābidah Sultān woke me up flowing through her mind.

Last Time, I’d woken up when Åābidah Sultān had just entered my room.

She was in only her panties at the Time.

I was asleep.

Sure enough,

Åābidah Sultān whipped out my Uncut Hindu Cock, and just started rubbing it right there.

She wished I was brave enough to just sit up and start fucking her, but she didn’t want to startle me and have me run away.

So she just let me lay there, and let me cum all over her.

Once she left the room, she smelled my cum, and rubbed it all over into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Later that day, she was having second thoughts, and told Nādirah Taufīq about it.

Nādirah Taufīq said she would have a talk with me.

Later, Åābidah Sultān regretted telling on me, maybe it wouldn’t happen again.

When she was in the bathroom, while she had two fingers in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, the other hand furiously rubbing her clit, Åābidah Sultān wondered why she had freaked out today.

In her fantasy, she would wake up and just start sucking my Uncut Hindu Dick.

But then the reality of what she wanted to do set in, and she just started yelling at me.

She thought she would die if Nādirah Taufīq walked in on her sucking my Uncut Hindu Dick.

That fear was what kept her from fulfilling her fantasy.

But right now, she needed to cum again.

Thoughts of my big Uncut Hindu Dick spun through her mind as she worked herself up to an amazing orgasm.

It was a strong one, and she slid down against the bathroom wall, out of breath.

While this was going on, Nādirah Taufīq was happily gulping down my Uncut Hindu Cock, and she realized that she needed to finish this before Åābidah Sultān came back in.

She reached under my Uncut Hindu Dick, and slowly pulled on my ball sack.

She stretched it slowly and steadily.

She heard my breathing intensify, and knew I would cum soon.

“Oh Nādirah Taufīq! Oh Nādirah Taufīq! I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming…” and with that, I blew my load into Nādirah Taufīq’s Musalmān mouth.

She swallowed hard and fast.

Experienced in sucking cock, she didn’t let a single drop fall.

Buttoning up her top she said,

“There, is that better? Now get yourself cleaned up in my bathroom before Åābidah Sultān gets back. And make sure to look properly scolded!” She swatted my butt as I went to smile agreeing with her.

What had she gotten herself into, she wondered.*

Åābidah Sultān came in a few minutes later, looking cleaned, but flushed.

“Sorry Nādirah Taufīq, I didn’t mean to freak out and swear so much. He just surprised me. I’m your daughter, Durgesh shouldn’t be using me to masturbate to, much less on me.”

“I know dear. I understand. I spoke with Durgesh again, and he promised he wouldn’t do it again. In fact, I’ve made arrangements that should ensure he leaves you alone.” Nādirah Taufīq told her daughter, as she sat down next to her.

“What arrangements?” Åābidah Sultān wondered out loud.

“Don’t worry, it’s between Durgesh and me. But you have to tell me if Durgesh bothers you again. This really does have to stop.”

“Ok Ammī. Thanks.” And they hugged.

I came out of the bathroom, and saw Åābidah Sultān there with Nādirah Taufīq.

“I’m sorry Åābidah Sultān. I don’t know what came over me. It’s okay with me if you want to have me inside you. I’d never objected it until you yourself complained to your Ammī.”

Åābidah Sultān watched me carefully.

“You really mean it, my dream Hindu lover?”

“Sure, never doubt it, darling.”

Åābidah Sultān was feeling much better about the whole situation, and decided to make light of it.

She replied,

“Well I know what came over me.”

We all laughed at this.

“I’m glad you’re not too mad. I won’t do it again.” Åābidah Sultān said, bowing her head and looking appropriately abashed.

“I hope not. You need to find yourself a good boyfriend to use as an outlet.” I said.

But inside, she hoped to keep me to herself.

It was a twisted mix of feeling she had.

One half of her wanting to keep me to herself, the other wanted me to be happy with someone else.

“Ok, you two get on out of here so I can get ready for the day. I love you both.”

We both gave Nādirah Taufīq a hug and kiss on the cheek, then left her alone.

She hopped in the shower and couldn’t help but masturbated herself to an intense orgasm.

She thought she would like this little arrangement of theirs.

Yes, it would work out well.

An hour later, after she put on a nice summer dress, she came out to find that Åābidah Sultān had gone to a friend’s house, and I was in the living room.

She busied herself with some household chores, and took care of some bills.

I didn’t mention or hint at our little arrangement all morning.

This surprised Nādirah Taufīq, as she thought I would be all over her once Åābidah Sultān was gone.

It was about two in the afternoon when Nādirah Taufīq started getting fantasy.

She started getting an itch.

She had been mulling over the memories of the morning when she found herself adjusting herself in her desk chair.

Then she realized what it was.

She was getting horny again.

And she wanted me.

Well, only one thing to do.

If real flesh was what turned me on, that’s what she would give me.

She walked into the living room with a feather duster.

I was in there reading a book.

I was slouched on the couch, using the sunlight coming in the window to read by.

I looked up and said,

“Hey Nādirah Taufīq.”

She noticed my eyes travel up and down her body, spending a little extra Time on her tanned shapely legs.

“Hi babe. I just need to do a bit of dusting in hear, you go on about your business.” With that, she began dusting all the surfaces in the living room.

She brought in a kitchen chair to stand on, so she could dust the top of a bookshelf.

She also watched me in the reflection of the TV.

She definitely had my attention.

As she stretched to reach the top of the bookshelf, she knew that her short sundress would ride up, giving me a great view of her legs.

She heard me stand up, and walk over to her.

She looked down at me, keeping her arm up.

“Nādirah Taufīq, you have beautiful legs.” I said, as I stepped forward and brazenly rubbed my hands up her calves to her knees.

“Thank you dear. I try to stay in shape.” Continuing to dust, even though she knew it wasn’t needed.

“You’re making me horny again. And this morning you said I could have you any Time I wanted.” I stated. “I think I want you now.”

I leaned in, and kissed the back of her bare Musalmān thigh.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt juices instantly started flowing.

Nādirah Taufīq turned around in the chair.

While she was turning, I flipped up her dress, so my head was inside of the hem.

I instantly buried my face between her beautiful Musalmān thighs, nose pressed into her panties.
“Oh Durgesh, Nādirah Taufīq wants you too.” She moaned.

I was kissing, then I reached up, and pulled her panties to the side.

When my tongue took the first taste of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, Nādirah Taufīq came.

I realized that this could end poorly, as she was precariously perched on the chair.

So I grabbed her around the thighs, and carried her into the kitchen table, which was the closest furniture available.

I loosened my grip, so she slid down my body.

The feel of her soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body rubbing along mine was intoxicating.

When her feet were on the floor, I leaned forward and kissed her.

Not the same peck on the cheek I had given her this morning in front of her daughter, Åābidah Sultān, but passionately.

Our tongues intertwined, and our desire soared.

Gently but firmly, I put my hands on her waist and turned her around.

Then with one hand on her back, I bent her forward onto the table.

Nādirah Taufīq complied, knowing what was coming.

I reached up under Nādirah Taufīq’s dress, pulled her panties down to her ankles, and then I flipped her dress up onto her back.

I took a Moment to enjoy the sight of her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It was perfect.

Nādirah Taufīq worked out, and it showed.

I gave it a slap.

She wiggled back at me.

“Oh Durgesh, I need your big Uncut Hindu Cock inside me. Please give it to me. Give Nādirah Taufīq your Uncut Hindu Dick.”

“Anything for you Nādirah Taufīq.” And with that, I lined the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick to the entrance of her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, rubbed it up and down a little, spreading her juice and my pre-cum.

Then I slowly slipped it into Nādirah Taufīq.

We both let out moans of ecstasy.

It was amazing.

She felt so warm and soft.

I grabbed the sides of her waist, and pushed myself deeper into her.

“Oh Nādirah Taufīq, this is so hot. I’ve never been so turned on recently.”

“Oh Durgesh. I’ve needed this for so long.” She moaned as I slid in and out of her. “You fuck so good.” She said as I rode her.

She loved the feeling of my Hindu male hips hitting her beautiful Musalmān ass as my Uncut Hindu Cock slammed in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. “But don’t cum entirely in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, I want you to cum in my mouth too.” She still had her cum craving, and needed it in her mouth to be satiated.

I was humping away at Nādirah Taufīq, when the door to the garage opened, and Åābidah Sultān walked in.

“What the fuck?” She was in shock at the scene that laid before her.

I had my pants around my ankles, Nādirah Taufīq was bent over the kitchen table, and I was fucking her from behind.

“What the fuck?” she repeated.

Now Åābidah Sultān was getting a little jealous of her own Ammī, Nādirah Taufīq.

I didn’t stop. Seeing Nādirah Taufīq’s daughter excited me even more.

Nādirah Taufīq, on the other hand, started to panic.

I wasn’t stopping.

“Honey, I can explain.”

Still I didn’t stop.

“Explain? Explain?” Åābidah Sultān could clearly see that Nādirah Taufīq was off balance, while I just looked at her and smiled.

I was enjoying this.

Well, she could have a little fun too.

“Ok, explain why Durgesh is fucking you on the kitchen table?” Åābidah Sultān said.

And to make matters worse, she walked up, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Now she was closer to eye to eye with her mother.

Still, I held on to Nādirah Taufīq’s waist and slowly pounded in and out of her sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Nādirah Taufīq, despite the wonderful feeling of being fucked, explained to her daughter, Åābidah Sultān, “Remember when I said that I made arrangements so Durgesh would leave you alone?”

She nodded back to me,

“Well, these are the arrangements.”

Then she moaned as I pushed in hard.

Åābidah Sultān couldn’t help herself.

She reached up and squeezed her own tit through her shirt.

She was so turned on.

“Oh Nādirah Taufīq, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt feels so good. Åābidah Sultān, Nādirah Taufīq feels so good. I bet you’d feel good too. Come here and let me feel your tits.” I said to Åābidah Sultān.

Nādirah Taufīq looked back and said,

“You said you would leave her alone.”

“I was going to, but look at her, Nādirah Taufīq, she’s horny watching this.”

And Åābidah Sultān was, she had to admit.

This was so sexy.

She stood up, and stepped closer to me.

She looked into my eyes as I reached up, and felt her breasts through her t-shirt.

“OH FUCK, I’m gonna cum.” I said.

“Don’t cum into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt only, please!” Said Nādirah Taufīq.

And with that, Åābidah Sultān knelt down beside Nādirah Taufīq’s ass, and opened her beautiful Musalmān mouth herself.

After blasting my Hindu semen more than three fourth into Nādirah Taufīq’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, I pulled out of Nādirah Taufīq, and held the top of her daughter’s head.

Åābidah Sultān reached up, and guided my Uncut Hindu Cock into her beautiful young Musalmān mouth.

Then she stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock until I started spewing my Hindu load into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Oh yeah! Fuck yeah, that feels so good!” I bellowed.

Åābidah Sultān continued rubbing my Uncut Hindu Dick, until she got all of my Hindu cum.

Nādirah Taufīq quickly got off the table, and knelt down next to her daughter.

“Please Åābidah Sultān.” There was pleading in her voice. “Please, can I have some of that? I’ve waited so long.”

Åābidah Sultān slowly leaned over, and kissed Nādirah Taufīq.

My Uncut Hindu Cock jumped as I watched Nādirah Taufīq suck my cum out of her daughter’s mouth.

“Oh fuck!” I said, as I found a chair, and slumped into it. “Best Friday ever.”

From then on, there was a lot of fucking and sucking going on.

I got to cum three or four Times a day.

Nādirah Taufīq got all the of cum she needed.

And Åābidah Sultān was taught by Nādirah Taufīq the joys of being a cum lady.

Chapter 2

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