KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 10

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 10

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

Durgesh Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took out her mobile.

Now Durgesh is needed.

Now Durgesh is needed.

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

Only Durgesh can defeat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is One Man Woman.

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

She had gone to the extent to seduce Durgesh herself.

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

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

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled once more ironically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was Durgesh’s real Ammī.

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.

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

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

“Why?”

“I have complaint against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.”

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.

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

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

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

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

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was such a goody-goody!

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

told her so!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was a petite little hottie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had never been dumped before.

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

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

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

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

Fuck him!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was a nice guy.

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

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

Surprising.

Chemistry was not my subject even in graduation.

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

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

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

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

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

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was startled.

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

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

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled.

“What’s wrong with my language?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Everyone knows it, you idiot.”*

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

“I’m coming for you…”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hung up the phone.

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

Nothing ever came of it.

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

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

He just figured it was Hindu teens making prank calls.

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was starting to get frightened.

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

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

“But the calls.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah stammered.

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah just looked at him.

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

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

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

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

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

If anything Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated being scared the most.

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

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

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

The alarm went off at 5:30 am.

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

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

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

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

“I really don’t mind.”

“I said no!”

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t bother to dress.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t see the use.

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was wrong.

Soon after 10:30 am the calls started coming.

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

But soon they changed and became much more terrifying.

It seemed they came every twenty minutes or so.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah struggled and finally got her eyes opened.

“Did you have a nice nap?”

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

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

“Not until we’re done with you.”

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

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

There were six of them.

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

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

She got even more afraid.

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

Even fully erect MAYBE two inches only.

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah shook her head, “No”.

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated it.

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

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

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

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

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

The group laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started crying even louder.

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

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

But then he bit down hard on it.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed and Rām Mohan laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, a Musalmān is also with them?

What an irony.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew Rām Mohan was close to cumming.

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the Hindu warmth fill her.

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

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

It was either swallow it or choke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But that was soon to be corrected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah controlled herself.

She stopped the tears from running down her face.

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

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

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

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

It was the only way to win over the devils.

They are prepared for Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s noncooperation.

Why not cooperate with them?

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

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

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

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

She can’t undo what has been done.

So, why not enjoy it now?

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

But does it make any difference now?

She has recognized now all the six Hindu scoundrels.

They belong to Shiv Senā.

But actually Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā is a Congressman.

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

She knew it very well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The three fucked her for what seemed an eternity.

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

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

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

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt him then pull out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It has turned now into something Kħadījah Al Tāhirah crave.

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

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knows she needs help.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knows that it isn’t right.

But it’s the truth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s own dark truth.

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

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

Not without it.*

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

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

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

Well!

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

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

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

In one moment Al Fātimah Al Zohrah recovered.

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

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

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

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

There was something proprietary, something dangerous about them.

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

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

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

But my Uncut Hindu Lund!

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

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

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

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided to play along.

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

sort of trouble?”*

Nāzimah Yåqūb was straddling on Mahéshvar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled.

She was shamelessly straddling Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā was lying on his back on her bed.

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

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

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

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

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

Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed.

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

Brahmdév Sharmā felt himself tremendously humiliated.

His wife Jāhnavī Dīxit had demanded Durgesh from him.

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

Jāhnavī Dīxit smiled.

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

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

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

Brahmdév Sharmā looked at his beautiful wife helplessly.

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

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

“You are crazy.”

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

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

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

“Shut up! You bitch.”

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

Muħammad Yåqūb entered there.

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

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at her husband.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah?”

“Don’t you know her?”

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

Chapter 11

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam



KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 9

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 9

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

Durgesh Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan

My palms were holding Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks  still now.

“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my darling, I love the way your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot squeezes around my Uncut Hindu Lund , so tight and grasping.”

“Thank you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “Durgesh, I need you legally too.”

“What?”

“That’s right. I received a call from my elder sister, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah when I was with Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Vikram.”

“Oh,”

“I need your legal guidance and help.”

I smiled,

“I’m at your service, my darling.”

“You know Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and I started Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops.”

“Yes, I know that.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty was making me push back into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah more and more, trying to get it inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

I chuckled again.

“What’s the matter Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned in frustration, whimpering in need.

“Tell me what you want honey?” I smiled.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her face flush in embarrassment.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought about telling me that she wanted me to fuck her outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

She wanted me to fuck it hard with my Uncut Hindu Lund, after I fucked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She controlled herself and shifted her mind to her legal problem once again,

“We started Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops before Ruqayyah Bājī were married.”

“I know that too.” I smiled, “You each had half of the stock except a small block of five shares that you both gave to Nafīsah Salmān to qualify her so there’d be three on the board of directors.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“You do remember?”

“Only because your Abbū, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, wanted me to be the third director instead of Nafīsah Salmān.”

“That was very brilliant of Abbū. We couldn’t understand it then. We―” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah paused to watch my reaction, “we suspected that it was your strategy to fuck both of us sisters.”

I didn’t comment, only smiled empathetically.

“When we offered the third directorship to Nafīsah Salmān Ammī, we didn’t know we were buying the enmity of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”

“She is crazy.” I said curtly, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hates her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, so much that she thinks everyone who has friendly relationships with Nafīsah Salmān, is ineludibly her enemy.”

“The problem is, Durgesh darling, that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is a big competitor. She controls the bulk of the retail flower business where we have our Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops. I’ve always liked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. She’s rather naïve in some respects. Yet Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has learned too much from you in last three years. You’re a multi zillionaire and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is also a zillionaire now.  She is herself a shrewd business woman, hard boiled, immensely tactful and with a great deal of native ability.”

“You are right, but where does she come into picture?” I asked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

I didn’t tell her that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was herself in need of me.

At night, after Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Vikram had gone, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had come here.*

The coupe purred up the winding highway.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan’s dark eyes, usually so expressive, were now held in a hard focus of intense concentration as she guided the car around the curves.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan was twenty five.

But her sister Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan used to say:

“Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan never looks her age. She either looks five years younger or three years older.”

At her side, I held the door handle.

It was so that swaying around the curves wouldn’t swing my weight over against my left elbow.

Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ had told me,

“It’ll be stiff for a while but it wouldn’t hurt. Try and work that stiffness out. Keep from jarring it as much as you can.”

A few hundred feet below the car, jumping from foam flecked rocks to dark, cool pools, a mountain stream churned over boulders, laughed back the sunlight in sparkling reflections, filled the canyon, the valley, with the sound of tumbling water.

The road crossed the mountain torrent on a suspension bridge.

It started a slanting climb up the other side of the canyon.

It mounted at length to a pine-clad plateau, highland.

“Tired?” I smiled at Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

“Hey― certainly not. Never with you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! A little worried, that’s all.”

Off to the left, the southern Ved Nagar sunlight turned the towering granite mountains into a dazzling brilliance.

It made the shadows below seem as blotches of ink.

The road wound along a plateau, a highland region.

The pine trees oozed there scent into the warm dry air.

Far off to the right, the heat haze that enveloped the lowlands looked like molten brass whipped up to a creamy consistency and poured into the valley.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan negotiated a sharp turn.

She concentrated on the road entirely.

Then, on a brief straightaway, Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan flashed me a glance,

“I think you are tired instead. Almost your first day here and I drag you up here to Ammī’s cabin. Moreover, you had your talk at the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club too.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan insisted. I couldn’t help it.”

“I know.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan smiled vividly.

“Yet, I’m not tired, believe me.” I smiled too, “I’d just forgotten about this place.”

“Never say it when Ammī is present.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan laughed, “she always talk proudly how she spent the most precious moments of her life with you in this cabin.”

“It was a long time ago, Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan. I’m getting reacquainted with the places.”

“Didn’t your talk at the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club tire you?”

“Not me,” I laughed, “never. Maybe it tired the audience instead.”

“Nonsense. That’s not true. And you know me better that I can never mean it that way.”

“It’s all right, darling.”

“What did you tell them?”

“They wanted to feed me what the antiHindu media had fed them.”

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ingeniously.

“And what’s that?”

“The sold out, ever untrue, antiHindu media has tried its best to impress that Akhilesh Yadav, the thirty eight years old son of Mulayam Singh Yadav, is the real hero of these assembly elections in Goa, Punjab, Uttarakhand, Uttar Pradesh and Mañipur.”

“He isn’t?”

“What do you yourself think? Is he?”

“No.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan accepted, “I think actually B. C. Khanduri is the Man of these Assembly Elections in five states.”

“You too think it?” I smiled, “Why?”

“Akhilesh Yadav, the thirty eight years old son of Mulayam Singh Yadav, has used an already prepared background, prepared by his father Mulayam Singh Yadav. B. C. Khanduri couldn’t do it. His former chief minister of Uttarakhand had prepared a land of thorns for B. C. Khanduri. He was deputed to Uttarakhand to convert entire negative done by his former colleague, into positive.”

I watched Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan sophisticatedly.

“Keep it on. You are doing very good, I think.”

“Thank you. B. C. Khanduri didn’t have as much time as it was needed. Yet he succeeded in winning 31 seats against Indian National Congress’s 32.”

“Yes. I think your analysis is quite correct. If B. C. Khanduri had had optimum time, he would have certainly brought BJP into power once more, consecutively in Uttarakhand too.”

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan suddenly changed the subject.

Durgesh, are you going to help Ammī?”

“She has requested me to drop in and help her managing my affairs to make it at my earliest.”

“She needs you very much, Durgesh. She needs someone she can trust― not like― oh well.”

“Muħammad Qāsim, eh? Didn’t that turn out all right, Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan?”

“Let’s not talk about it.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan said jadedly, “No. It didn’t turn out all right, definitely. But Muħammad Qāsim was Qamarunnisā’ Muħammad Ħasan’s own choice. I’d rather not discuss it.”

I watched her keenly.

“I won’t tell Qamarunnisā’ Muħammad Ħasan that you discussed her husband Muħammad Qāsim with me.”

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan raised her eyebrows.

Durgesh, my sisters haven’t proved prudent enough to take care of themselves. Ammī is worried of their welfare. How the three of us tried to stop Qamarunnisā’ Muħammad Ħasan not to marry Muħammad Qāsim. But she charged us that we want her to join your bed.”

“Let’s not talk of the past now.”

“Why not? Isn’t the actual problem there in their past? Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah had married Muħammad Ůsmān. What Muħammad Ůsmān has done? Is he anyway better than Muħammad Qāsim?”

“Neither Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah nor her husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, is your problem.”

“The hell he isn’t.”

“What do you mean?”*

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan was there when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was seated at her desk.

It was the glass-enclosed office of the Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah selected a blue crayon of exactly the right shade.

Clever at sketching, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah used crayons to help her visualize just how flower groupings would appear.

Now, with a rough sketch of Ħanīfah Åbbās dining room at her left, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was trying to get something.

Something that would go nicely with the excellent green candles Ħanīfah Åbbās intended to use for illumination.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tapped on the glass.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked up and saw Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed her sketches to one side and nodded to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan that she might come in.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

She honored Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s permission as she did everything else, without any outward indication of what her thoughts might be, without any change in her pace.

Extremely beautiful Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never gave any indication how dangerous she might be to the persons not supporting her views.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s one of the closest friends.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh and Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad movements.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never showed she was even more perilous than even a big boned man of hard muscles was.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had heard the rumors that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was actually a Parahuman.

Most of her friends believed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā herself and her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān was also a Parahuman Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījah Al Kubrahrz.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at these senseless rumors.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was thirty three only.

Yet, she was the most scared of Musalmān Beauty today.

A no nonsense, no compromise, feminist nudist One Man Woman Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was.

She hated the non-ardent Musalmīn to the extent that she preferred noble doer Hindus even on them, as Live in Relationship Partners, for entire Musalmān Beauties.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t have any faith in marriage institution at all.

She preferred Live in Relationship instead.

“Marriage institution was devised for the benefits of evil doer mankind only.” She used to say, “Why can’t every male be a noble doer?”

In last three years, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had achieved miraculous wealth and a virtual monopoly in so many businesses.

Beside my HVSI, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan also had her own countless organizations having herself the lifelong chairperson.

Especially, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had a virtual monopoly on Ved Nagar’s retail flower business.

She went to great pains to fit into the role of a successful businesswoman.

Her suits were well tailored, and her nails were carefully manicured and polished.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was always striking a note of incongruity.

“I always appreciate the women working late.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah also smiled in response.

“I nearly always work late. If it isn’t one thing, it’s another. Reports on the payroll, income tax, estimates, and a hundred things. Anyhow, it’s only seven o’clock now.”

“You’ve been having it pretty hard since Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, your Bājī, has stopped helping you optimum. Haven’t you?”

“Oh, I’m getting along all right.”

“How is your Bājī?”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah?”

“Yes.”

“Enjoying her married life with Muħammad Ůsmān a lot better.”

“Proving successfully thus that your Ammī and you were wrong?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan judiciously.

“Do you really believe it?”

“Nonsense. I know it was your formal answer. Actually, Muħammad Ůsmān has proved himself to be a nuisance.”

“He is Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī’s headache.”

“You’ve three stores here at Ved Nagar. Haven’t you?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled courteously.

“Yes.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah observed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ingeniously.

She knew Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was thoroughly familiar.

Not thoroughly familiar with the stores and their locations but generally with the amount of business they did too.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Well, I sort of thought it might be a good plan to invest a little money with you Muħammad Åbdullah sisters.”

“What do you mean?”

“Some stock in your corporation.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled and shook her head.

“Thank you Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. But we are getting along all right. This is a very small very close corporation.”

“Perhaps it ain’t as close as you think it is.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan suggested significantly.

“Close enough.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and I have all the stock between us.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān eyes twinkled out at her from under equally beautiful eyebrows,

“Tut tut, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. You’ll have to think again.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah frowned for a moment, then laughed,

“Oh, that’s right. There’s a certificate of five shares that was given to your Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, when we incorporated. We needed three on the board of directors. That stock was just to qualify your Ammī as a director.”*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pulled a folded stock certificate from her purse,

“Well, it was really very difficult to have that stock transferred to my name. However, Nafīsah Salmān is my own Ammī. I know her more than any of you girls.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was dumbfounded.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan went on to say,

“By hook or crook, whatsoever you think of me, I took over the stock. You can transfer this certificate on the books and issue me a new one on my own name. Will you please?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah frowned.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned the certificate over in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands.

“Reckon you’ll find it all in order.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “endorsement all okay an’ everything.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah put the stock certificate down on the desk.

She looked up at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan frankly.

“Look here, you anti Musalmīn Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bitch. I don’t believe that you are a Parahuman. I laugh at the rumors that you are Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. You can’t be ever. What’s common there between Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā and a feminist nudist Musalmān bitch like you? Nothing, I say. You are exactly opposite what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā was.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan only smiled ingeniously.

“I don’t like this.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “It isn’t fair. I don’t know just what you have in mind. Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has herself brought it to show me to what extent you are trying to destroy us.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah advanced a newspaper to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

She indicated an advertisement there:

‘You stockholders of the HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar  invested your money because you wanted to make money. You wanted money for yourselves, your children, and your heirs.

What are you getting?

Aside from a stroke of pure luck, what has Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah done for you?

She says she is “pyramiding”.

She says she is “building”.

She says she is laying a “firm foundation”.

That’s not the way the most expert operators in the business, look at it.

These people say Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah is laying an egg.

You are entitled to a run for your money.

You’re entitled to action.

You want to make a profit now, next year, and the year after, not ten years or twenty years from now.

Mail your proxy to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, care Proxy Holders Board of Salvage.

And, then, with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in the saddle, watch things begin to hum.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan believes in results, not promises.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan believes in action, not idle planning; in decisions, not daydreaming; in performing, not hoping.’

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

“What do you want to imply?”

“Nothing to imply.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “I am saying you expressly, not implying. You’re a competitor. We don’t want you snooping in our business. Nafīsah Salmān Ammī shouldn’t have transferred that stock. I suppose she couldn’t very well have helped herself under the circumstances. Yet I want you to know where we stand.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled unflappably.

“I know Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, business is business. You overlooked a bet on that stock, and I didn’t. I like you. I want you to like me. Yet anytime you make a business mistake an’ I can cash in on it, I’m to do it.”

“Aren’t you already a Live in Relationship Partner of a multi zillionaire? Aren’t you already a zillionaire yourself?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tersely.

“That’s not the matter. I believe in gaining more and more power for myself to promote my own values. I don’t want to be dependent on Durgesh even most of us Musalmān Beauties auspiciously do.”

“So you accept you aren’t a Parahuman? Aren’t Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?”

“That I always leave on yourself to decide.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cleverly, “Neither your belief in me can strengthen me anymore nor your incredulity.”

“I’m trying to understand you.”

“You are most welcome. Millions of Musalmān Beauties are trying to understand me nowadays. I did it in only three years of my Live in Relationship with Durgesh. My Ammī couldn’t do it.”

“Your Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān Ammī, is a jewel of us Musalmān Beauties. You can’t even reach her moral height ever.”

“I never wanted to. Don’t worry. What I was telling you is that it’s business. You know we would work out a deal on the rest of that stock. You could stay on here. You can even manage it. I’d take fifty one percent and―”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah raised her hand to stop Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Let me complete my offer dearie. You could make just as much money as you’re doing now. Why aren’t you progressive? You have to lose nothing. You are instead having unlimited capital back of you for expansion. My zillion, Durgesh’s multi zillions. I’d make a good partner.”

Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has already told me how good a partner you’ve proved for her.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said tartly.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been a disruptive influence in HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar ab initio. Finally, there had been a showdown before the board of directors. According to the Proxy Holders Board of Salvage, it was simply a stroke of luck that the HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar had been right in the middle of the Turkey Ridge pool.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

She didn’t contradict what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was saying in her Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī’s defense.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah went on.

“After that pool came in, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī could have declared big dividends, pushed up the value of the stock. Instead, she had chosen to put the money into other holdings potentially as big as the Turkey Ridge pool. You lost to convince the board of directors. Didn’t you?”

“Your Bājī, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah, has succeeded in filling the board of directors with her own paid persons. That’s why I’m after Proxy battle. That’s the only way now to show those blind witted persons what I’m proposing to them.”

“I don’t believe you. Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī doesn’t believe you. The board of directors of HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar doesn’t believe you.”

“Let me show them that the stockholders believe me.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“That’s neither here nor there. No, thank you. We’re doing fine as it is.”

“Well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “All you three sisters, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, and you Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah are worthless as far as the progress beyond limit is concerned. Anyway, will you please enter the stock transfer of those five shares?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched her deviously.

“What are you trying to do in my corporation?”

“Nothing.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed with a ingenuousness that was patiently assumed, “I promise you not to interfere with your work. I’ll be a silent partner. Okay? Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! how difficult it is even to lead someone to her own progress. Go ahead and make a lot of money. Now that I have an interest, I like to see executives working late.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan chuckled and raised her extremely beautiful frame from the chair.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan lumber down the aisle of the flower shop.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was really after.

She wanted NDA Government at the center too.

It was rumored that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad was also supporting Anna Hazare and his team in compelling UPA II government to resign.

Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and Ashvinātam Gangbang Club were also supporting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s keen eyes, under those thirty three years old extremely beautiful ardent feminist nudist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān eyebrows, missed no detail.

She was worried that her sixteen extremely beautiful feminist nudist aunts, the sixteen sisters of her own father, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, were also equally ardent feminist nudists as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was confident that her aunts were with Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah never believed it.

She was surer now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had her ardent supporters in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own household.

While Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t have any strong supporter in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s household, neither in her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, nor in her Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh movement.

For some minutes, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat in deep thought.

Then she put away her sketches.

She called her personal assistant, Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah.

“Close up at nine thirty, Umm Kulsūm. I won’t be back.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah!” Umm Kulsūm addressed her.

“Yes, Umm Kulsūm.”

“Why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is so after our family?”

“You are my elder sister.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at her, “Yet don’t worry till your younger sister is in charge here.”

“Fātimah, you look worried to me.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is not a joke. However, I’d manage. You don’t worry Umm Kulsūm Bājī.”*

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah paused for a moment to survey herself in the full-length mirror near the front of the store.

She was not herself less beautiful than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Should she try to attract Durgesh’s attention herself?

Well, Durgesh was her aunts’ Live in Relationship Partner.

Yet, she hadn’t seen Durgesh for a long time.

Along with an extremely beautiful figure, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had the experience acquired through seven years of building up a remunerative business.

The experience had made Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah alert mentally and physically.

It had given her a certain aura of dynamic efficiency that kept her muscles hard, firm, and free of excess unnecessary flesh.

Only a worker could have had her alert efficiency and trim lines.*

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah watched her younger sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, out of the door.

Her eyes were somewhat bitter.

Yet they were slightly contemplative too.

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah represented dynamic youth.

She was two years elder to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

But she was more vivacious than Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah  was.

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes  were the explosive forces of new wine.

Being even younger to Umm Kulsūm, Fātimah had the mature individuality of a vintage wine.

It was only natural for Umm Kulsūm that she possessed beauty, impatient of the “slow but sure” recipe for success.

Umm Kulsūm asked herself the question,

‘What’s Fātimah got that I haven’t?’

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah asked this question not as a query.

She asked it as a groping, as a probing, attempt to define personality.

Yet the matters philosophical were far removed from Umm Kulsūm’s mental environment.

She opened a drawer in the counter.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had slipped Umm Kulsūm a box of candy as she came in.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t see what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had given to her elder sister Umm Kulsūm.

She must have been more cautious of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and more vigilant of Umm Kulsūm.

She had under estimated the treacherous prowess of both the smart Musalmān Beauties.

She didn’t know it was a fatal mistake.

She didn’t know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was too friendly with Umm Kulsūm that it was detrimental to their business.

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah took out the box of candy and bit into a chocolate.*

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan remembered that insulated under the canopy of low clouds the damp breadth of the snowfall almost felt warm to Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan under the covers in bed with me.

Twenty or more inches of powdery fresh snow blanketed the New England woods around the cabin, and snowflakes still falling the muffled early morning stirred her awake.

Brimming with sleepy excitement, she delighted in the enchanting winter wonderland just outside the cabin window.

Surrounded by the profound stillness, her arms at her sides, her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs together, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan just laid there perfectly still the first few moments.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan loved the snow, being at the cabin, being in my bed I asleep next to her.

The Hindu man most of the extremely beautiful horniest Musalmān Beauties dream of ever was available to her.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was proud of it and why shouldn’t she be?

Her shoulder was warm against mine.

Her nineteenth birthday was just a week away.

It was one more factor for Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan to be proud of.

She had won me when I was sixty three and she was only due to be nineteen.

What an experienced, or rather sexperienced Hindu she had managed to get for her.

No wonder even her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girlfriends were jealous of Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan rolled her shoulders together her nipples and breasts humming, a warm buttery was tingling between her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d just awakened to a dream.

She was whispering to me,

“Touch me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! nnnnggh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! feels so good, Mérī Jān. don’t stop Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!, it feels so good,”

I was leaning over her.

Her nightie was pulled from her bare shoulders.

“Allah, yā Allah! Oh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

I was squeezing her puffy hot nipples.

Squeezing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts in my utmost experienced, utmost expert, Hindu  hands, I smiled at Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan.

“Squeeze them Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu  Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Allah, yā Allah! Ohhhh God Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Yy, yesss, squeeze my nipples, Mérī Jān.”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan touched the damp heat of her throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy  through her nightgown wanting more than anything for it to not be just a dream.

When she closed her eyes, she could still feel the sensations of my fingers, my warm Hindu palm on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts.

The tingling feeling was still deep in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān belly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized slipping under the blankets and waking me, sucking me into her warm wet extremely beautiful young adult Musalmān mouth,

“Nnnn, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I want your Uncut Hindu Lund, in…my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān  mouth,”

Her tremendously attractive ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was flooding wet to the thought, sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan smiled,

“You like it, when I suck you, don’t you Mérī Jān,”

Thrilling herself, my fingers in her hair, I was pulling her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth to my swollen thick Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Allah, yā Allah! Ohhh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Yesss, fuck my little Musalmān mouth. Cum in my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Mérī Jān. Let your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl make you feel good, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined both of us were moaning her taking me deep in her throat lavishing my Uncut Hindu Lund with her tongue, then 69’ing me kissing her creamy hot little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

How Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d go wild sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund as I kissed her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me whimpering growling half-awake how much I loved fucking her warm little mouth,

“Ohhh lil baby, yesss, suck my Uncut Hindu Lund, that’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

My fingers were pulling through her hair.

I was whimpering in our private little world.

How good she was, my lil baby.

Our secret, that she was sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund, making love to my Uncut Hindu Lund.

my ashvinātam little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, my little lover sucking my throbbing hot hard Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking me into her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth under the covers where no one would see.

Dreamily sleepy Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan raised her nightgown, above her silky thin panties, and lightly pressed her fingers into her wet little slit.

Gushing out a hot quivering breath, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan slipped her hand under the delicate waistband and almost came touching her smooth shaven creamy Musalmān wetness.

The feeling was extraordinary.

Her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān pelvis was lifting to her fluttering fingers, her breaths fluttering in tandem when her handsome Hindu lover woke and started to get up trying to be quiet to not wake her.

She pretended to still be asleep as I stood braving the stark cold room to start a fire.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan reached out to touch my shoulder to stop me but pulled her hand back as I moved beyond her reach.

Sliding her hand back under the covers, brushed her fingers through her creamy pink Musalmān slit.

Her tender little hips barely raising and lowering as she drew in a breath, picturing my bottom in her hands, her Hindu lover, her lover between her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs, her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs spread for me, wrapped ankles wrapped around my calves.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined pulling me deeper into her, my huge thick Uncut Hindu Lund fucking hot and thick inside her,

“Nnn Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! yesss, fuck me, fuck your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was so urgent and aroused, she gushed into the blankets words that could make her cum.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me looking into her like a wild animal, me leaning to squeeze her full firm breasts,

“Nnnghh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! my nipples Mérī Jān, squeeze them…for me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” her swollen hot nipples, her aching hot nipples, me fucking my swollen thick Uncut Hindu Lund into her tight wet throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  harder deeper faster stretching her open.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me growling,

“That’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, fuck my Uncut Hindu Lund, lil baby, yessss take my Uncut Hindu Lund, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, let Durgesh darling, téré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of you Musalmān Beauties, make my big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl cum, cum on My Uncut Hindu Lund, my sexy little lover extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Her fingers were brushing faster over her swollen little clit,

“My little baby, so tight, so soft, mmmm, lil baby, that’s right, be my big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Images of mine that I was squeezing her hot aching swollen breasts into my hot Hindu masculine palms; she was fucking her own Hindu lover, squeezing me inside her.

Little young adult Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan pictured her Hindu lover in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth again, she sucking me again,

“You love my warm little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, don’t you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! the way I suck you, pulling on you like this, don’t you Mérī Jān? your big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl is sucking you. the way I use my ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān tongue, my warm little mouth,”

her favorite fantasy, was her looking up into my eyes, “her little mouth,” me deep in her throat, loving giving me such pleasure, “fucking your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl’s warm little mouth,” she quivered all over, wanting me to hold her firmly by her hair, me cumming in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, her sucking me so hard, pulling on me, swallowing all of my hot ashvinātam Hindu cum.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan replayed the image again and again, seeing herself milking my Uncut Hindu Lund, building, jacking my Uncut Hindu Lund, “Allah, yā Allah! Ohhh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she purred under her breath fantasizing the copious amounts of my Hindu cum, loving me in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, “my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” making herself cum to the thought of me in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sucking me, her little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy   quivering hot, making love to my Uncut Hindu Lund, wanting my Hindu seed,

“Cum into my mouth Mérī Jān, my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! wherever you want Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! fuck my little mouth Mérī Jān, nggghh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck my little mouth,” she whimpered so hotly under her breath her body shook into the blankets, so her Hindu lover couldn’t hear.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined her pulling on my Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking me so hard the look on my face, my gripping her by her hair, exploding in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“Ohhhh little baby,” I’d groan, “yesss, swallow my cum, baby, suck me baby, suck my Uncut Hindu Lund. That’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, swallow my cum baby, ohhh Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, lil baby, such a good little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl for me, my…big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl.”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan stared at my broad shoulders my wide back my bottom me so palpable under the loose flannel of my soft cottony pajamas.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan loved my Hindu strength, the way I moved; Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan recalled her tracing my two tattoos with her finger, one on my bicep, the other on my shoulder, me telling her their symbolism, the importance of their meaning for me.

She watched me light the fire, and rolled over onto her stomach, on top of the heat where her Hindu lover had been laying, pressed her swollen aching breasts, her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān belly, her throbbing ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mound into my warmth, my lingering Hindu scent filling her with desire, a safe, luxurious warmth.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined lying on top of me, then kissing, my tongue in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“Kiss me lil baby,” I’d whimper, “ohhh little baby, you’re so hot, so sexy,” her humping her shiny slippery wet bare mound against mine hard aching Uncut Hindu Lund, “that’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,” her wriggling on top of her Hindu lover, “Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!’s…big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Her gorgeous excellent exquisite big Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks  were involuntarily rocking against the warm linens.

Her fingers were slipping in and out of her wet little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she hissed under her breath imagining me inside her, stretching her open, her moaning out, “nnngghuh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck me, your — your big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Allah, yā Allah! Ohhh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Squeeze my nipples, Mérī Jān,”

Both her arms were under her, both her hands, her fingers were strumming over her throbbing little clit, subtly, covertly pushing in and out of her soft creamy wet little cunny, hidden from her Hindu lover heightening the intensity of her arousal,

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! ohhhh Goddd Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” cumming on her fingers, her entire body was taut, shaking, trying to not moan out loud.

Thinking she was still asleep, her Hindu lover moved about the cabin unselfconsciously tending to the fire, thoughts of Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan in the bedroom, my little young adult Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan making me unbearably hard.

I’d woken to her feminine scent the lovely smell of her hair, her warmth right next to me and made myself get up.

In those first few instants of being awake my Uncut Hindu Lund was already throbbing hot hard, my balls tingling and warm needing release.

Lying next to incredibly sexy Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan  I’d fantasized how easily I could just pull her on top of me, raise her nightie, grip her tight big bottom in my utmost experienced, utmost expert, Hindu  hands, fuck my hugely hard Uncut Hindu Lund into Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, my Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, bury my raging hard Uncut Hindu Lund into my little baby’s warm little tight wet throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .

I imagined her soft little voice, what her moans would sound like,

“Nnn, fuck me Mérī Jān, your…big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

My Uncut Hindu Lund was aching throbbing hard,

“Nnngguhhh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ohhh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! yeah, so big in me Mérī Jān, yeah, deeper, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! In me, Mérī Jān.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, how many times had I fantasized her sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund, her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“yesss, fuck my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Mérī Jān, cum in my warm little Musalmān mouth, let me make you cum, Mérī Jān,” my hands in her hair, her sucking me off, “cummm Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” me cumming in Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s hot sucking eager little mouth, her fingers wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Lund, her cupping my balls as I exploded as Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan swallowed all of me fucking me with her beautiful little mouth, the same breaths Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d read poetry aloud to me from, the same glimmering excitement in her eyes, the same warm glow her looking so deeply into my eyes.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan could see my breaths in the cold room and closed her eyes when I turned to look back into the bedroom at her in my big bed.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan caught her breath seeing my grand Hindu erection tenting the front of my flannel pajamas.

still laying on her stomach, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan pressed her fingers deep into her swollen wet little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan watched me take off my flannel pajama shirt, and felt herself cumming again.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah how hot her Hindu Piyā was.

Her sixty three years old Hindu Piyā.

While she herself was not even nineteen complete yet.

Yet Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan knew very well.

She was not alone yet to be nineteen who dreamed of Durgesh.

Countless Jet Musalmān Beauties were dreaming of me.

Even fucking me shamelessly.

Durgesh has proven age immaterial as far as the sex is concerned.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined us being lovers, Hindu lover and Musalmān beloved, her Hindu man looking after her building a fire for her; Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan felt warm all over with love and a hungry lusty desire for her Hindu lover.

Looking out from under her eyelashes, sure I wasn’t looking in her direction.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan studied my bare chest, imagined her fingers trailing through my chest hair, touched her fingers through her creamy wet little slit, waited for me to pull down my pajama bottoms, to see my erect ashvinātam Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of Musalmān Beauties!’s-Uncut Hindu Lund.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined rubbing her bare cheek on my chest, smelling my scent, her big Musalmān bottom pushing up, in rhythm with her fingers fucking into her dripping wet little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Cunny, just barely, so I wouldn’t notice her fucking her warm little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Thinking of me, strumming her fingers through her pink little slit her fingers burying in her slippery, creamy wet humming little slit, her gorgeous excellent exquisite big Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks pressing, rolling, so soft warm.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized the feel of the warmth of my Hindu male skin against hers.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts and nipples were tingling in my strong Hindu arms holding her to me.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me pushing her against the cabin wall, me raising her nightgown, me pushing my hot hard throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund into her, me fucking Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, my big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, me taking her from behind, me cupping her hot aching tits in my utmost experienced, utmost expert, Hindu  hands, my grunts and hot breath.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan saw herself pushing up on her tiptoes, to kiss me, her rubbing herself on me, pressing against my Uncut Hindu Lund,

“Kiss me, Mérī Jān,” Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d whimpered, “I want you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan saw herself rubbing on me through her nightgown, her naked underneath, just like the Musalmān beloved and her Durgesh darling, in one of the stories, in the book Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d found packed in one of the moving boxes.

How I let my nineteen-year-old Musalmān beloved climb into my bed, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan laid on my belly, my chest, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan would make me hard just laying on me, whimpering in a little voice,

“nnn Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! let me…be your big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,” making her Hindu lover hard, and as I got hard, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan would rock her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān pelvis, her nightdress pushing up, her bare belly, her bare little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy   sliding along the full length of my erection so soft and hard, my entering her, warm wet gliding in and out through the lips of her swollen hot little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Cunny.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined herself sliding like that on her Hindu lover.

Her nightie was pulled up.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was slipping inside her, just the head at first, her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān belly, her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts her bare groin so warm hot on my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan loved the part in the story where the extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl on the verge of cumming whimpered,

“Mérī Jān, I…I want you in my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I…want to suck you, I want you to fill my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Can I Mérī Jān?”

The Hindu lover in the story let her, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan sucking me so deep into her warm wet willing little mouth, her cumming sucking me, my holding her by her hair, fucking my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl’s mouth, cumming in Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s eager hot sucking little Musalmān mouth.

The story made Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan squeeze her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs together.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts had swollen her nipples pushing into the blankets.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan wanted to make her Hindu lover hard, her pulling on my Uncut Hindu Lund in her little hands, looking up into my eyes, her taking me in her warm soft Musalmān mouth.

She quivered under the blankets imagining my hands on her head, in her hair, holding her as Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan sucked me, my throbbing hard Uncut Hindu Lund, making me cum in her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, milking my Uncut Hindu Lund with her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah! Ohhh god, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan whimpered into the pillows, cumming on her fingers in my big bed, me just across the room.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was fantasizing over and again sucking me, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d please me like that every night under the covers.

When she opened her eyes again I’d already changed into my clothes and was going out the door to get more firewood icy and buried under the heavy bulk of powdery new snow.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan took the opportunity alone to bring herself to a quaking, wracking orgasm, imagining her Hindu lover climbing onto her from behind, straddling her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs, her warm little bottom pushed up into my warmth, my growling,

“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You need your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

My legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund was entering her, my Uncut Hindu Lund into her, taking her from behind,

“Mmm, lil baby, so warm around My Uncut Hindu Lund. That’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, push back, lil baby, you feel so good baby, make Durgesh darling feel good with your tight little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy   baby, mmm. You like my big Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you sweetie,”

Taking her from behind, trapping her under my weight, “you like My big Uncut Hindu Lund inside you, don’t you lil baby? Let Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties! have you lil baby”

My Hindu thrusts were continued against her tight big Musalmān bottom.

Her answer, was a guttural quivering,

“Yesss,”

My thick throbbing hard Uncut Hindu Lund was thrusting into her,

“Fuck me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

The bed was shaking as she begged for more.

Cumming all over my hot hard pulsating thick throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund, as I exploded inside her, rope after rope of my ashvinātam hot Hindu cum was splashing inside her, my little yet young adult extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lover.

Lighting the fire, the heat from the flames was on my arms and chest reminded me of how last night sitting on the bed Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan came up to me, stood between my open knees like a lover would.

So sweet in her crisp white nightie how warm and soft Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan felt as I took her in my Hindu arms.

How beautiful Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was, how intelligent, the depth in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān eyes as I looked up at her and we looked into one another.

Her so aromatic feminine Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān warmth under her nightie, her firm breasts pressing out through her nightie, how they jostled, how my Uncut Hindu Lund stirred swollen aching hard.

The way she moved reminded me of her Ammī, Al Ghausiyah Al Åbbās, straddling me in bed, her sliding against mine Uncut Hindu Lund.

How her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān eyes would close, how her face would turn skyward.

How a slight smile would turn her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth just so.

How her red crimson extremely beautiful quivering young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lips would part.

How her movements would smooth.

How Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan would cling to me, my little bear, whimpering,

“Mmmnnn, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

Her gorgeous excellent exquisite big Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks were slowing to little rocking movements, her pretending, “feels, so good Mérī Jān.”

I’d just smile back at her glowing on my Hindu lap, her hugging me,

“I love you, baby, so much,”

And she kissed me warmly on the lips, staring into my eyes smiling,

“My ever sexy Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

Her Hindu ‘husband’s’ Uncut Hindu Lund was still so hard between her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs, wet with her cum as Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan slipped me inside her,

“Nnngggh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! so big, Mérī Jān, let me make you feel good Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

A young Musalmān woman now, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s weight was on one leg.

Her hip rested against my chest, leaning in toward me sitting on the bed her small hands on my shoulders, I breathed in her fragrance.

A freshly bathed powdery soft scent that made me remember years ago, the same fragrance coming from the bath I shared with her other numerous sisters.

That fragrance, to this day was one of the most erotic scents I could imagine.

A woman’s bath, her wet and glistening, in this case her other young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān sisters showering, bathing, washing their hair, the smell of shampoo, that indistinct sweet flowery feminine perfume.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was throbbing hard pointed directly up at Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s Musalmān crotch through her gown, me hugging her to me, breathing in Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s sweet feminine scent; Eīshān, how I loved her, Eīshān, how I wanted her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has succeeded ultimately to making me hungry to fuck Jet Musalmān Beauties very much.

Even I can’t deny it now.

That was the reason she made her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad even to rape me everywhere shamelessly if I didn’t agree to fuck them.

Being raped by her extremely beautiful Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad  everywhere every now and then, ultimately my subconscious mind had accepted it a normal happening.

Now it was normal for me to fuck a Jet Musalmān Beauty.

There was nothing abnormal for me now in it.

Was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?

Chapter 10

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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