The Audacity: 14

The Audacity

Durgesh

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Chapter 14

Durgesh Al Qamar Al Jalāl
Muħammad Åbbās

Muħammad Åbbās smiled.
He wasn’t born yesterday.
He understood very well what his wife was reporting to him, was a fantastic mixture of truth and her ever kinkiest fantasy for Durgesh.
Durgesh could never go that low as to use her panties to masturbate himself.
Durgesh hated masturbating immensely.
Moreover, Durgesh never needed it.
There were always immensely beautiful Musalmān houseladies to satisfy Durgesh sexually as the hell Durgesh wanted to be satisfied.
The more beautiful a Musalmān houselady the crazier she was to satisfy Durgesh sexually.
Muħammad Åbbās sympathized with his wife.
She was clearly fantasizing of Durgesh.
It might be she had herself raped Durgesh and now fantasizing that she was not responsible for what happened, Durgesh himself was instead actually.

Al Qamar Al Jalāl went on,
“Muħammad Åbbās, I was so aroused all the time, knowing that I could bring his Uncut Hindu Lund to erection just by flashing my still extremely beautiful Musalmān cleavage, or letting him touch a piece of my underwear. One time, earlier in the summer, when the kids were still out of school, I had brushed against Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund with my buttocks, when I picked up Bilqīs and turned suddenly. I could still remember how it felt, and I wondered if I could do it, again, but this time with my hand. I became obsessed with wanting to feel his Uncut Hindu Lund with my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hand, but I didn’t want him to think it was deliberate.”

“So, when he came again on Thursday, Muħammad Åbbās, I dressed specially for him. I wore my semi-transparent cream blouse and, after a great deal of thought, I didn’t wear a bra, at all. Muħammad Åbbās, I know my extremely beautiful Musalmān tits are really too big to go without a bra, but I really wanted to turn Durgesh on, so that his Uncut Hindu Lund would be hard when – if – I got a chance to touch it. I also didn’t want him to jerk off, and get soft, so, when he arrived, I said I was in a hurry to go out, he should just leave the things in the kitchen, and I would write him a check.”

“As soon as he saw me, Durgesh realised I was braless. Well, he’d have had to be blind not to! He had never seen my nipples, and now they were poking through my blouse like organ-stops! And Muħammad Åbbās, I didn’t have to look twice to see that his Uncut Hindu Lund was standing to attention, and saluting the flag! It looked even bigger than before, even though he was wearing dark slacks, this time.”

“Pretending to be in a rush, I sat down at the breakfast bar to write the check. It’s higher than the desk, and I was able, by hunching down a little, to let my extremely beautiful Musalmān tits actually rest on the surface and, with my blouse gaping forward, Durgesh could see right down inside. I was sure he could even see as far as my nipples – I was hoping so, anyway. I was flooding, again, down below and my hand was so shaky, I was not sure he’d even be able to read the check.”

“As soon as I’d finished, I jumped up and gave him a very quick kiss – not even a hug – saying I would have to rush. Then I turned away, quickly, and pretended to stumble. I put out a hand to save myself – and put it right on to his Uncut Hindu Lund! It was absolutely rigid, Muħammad Åbbās – and it felt very thick, as well as long. My hand felt on fire – Muħammad Åbbās, I could even feel it throbbing beneath my fingers.”

“Then I ‘recovered’ my balance, and apologised to Durgesh. But I didn’t pretend I didn’t know what I had grabbed. I said – ‘Oh, I am sorry, Durgesh. Oh, how embarrassing. Imagine me putting my hand there – I am so sorry!’ Then, as if it was an impulse, I hugged him again and kissed him, then rushed upstairs, calling goodbye as I went. I waited to hear the kitchen door close, then threw myself on the bed and had a most enjoyable half hour, remembering the feel of Durgesh’s incredible unique legendary Hindu erection under my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān fingers, and wondering how he was feeling, knowing I had handled his Uncut Hindu Lund ultimately!”

Even the thought that Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund was bigger than Muħammad Åbbās’s – which was what Al Qamar Al Jalāl was implying – couldn’t arrest the lustful surges which were coloring through him as his beloved lovely extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife continued these amazing confessions about her ‘secret’ life with Durgesh, the ever utmost successful ever greatest Hindu fucker of beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
These revelations about her latent sexuality – and her sluttish behavior – were consuming Muħammad Åbbās and, far from turning him off her, making her more and more fascinating to Muħammad Åbbās.
Allah, has he really lost his Bhogyantrānk to Durgesh, if there exists really anything as Bhogyantrānk.

It was as though Muħammad Åbbās was uncovering a whole new side of her personality – which he undoubtedly was – and, not only that, Muħammad Åbbās was looking at her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body in a completely new way.
It was as though Muħammad Åbbās had never seen it before, let alone fondled and fucked it hundreds, if not thousands, of times.
Muħammad Åbbās was seeing her through my eyes.
Muħammad Åbbās was Durgesh, gazing down her blouse at her uncovered extremely beautiful Musalmān tits, Muħammad Åbbās’s cut Musalmān nūnī going rigid at Muħammad Åbbās’s first glimpse of her nipples, Muħammad Åbbās’s mouth drying with the desire to plunge Muħammad Åbbās’s hand down there and squeeze the firm, forbidden flesh.

Muħammad Åbbās began to rise from the couch, but Al Qamar Al Jalāl waved him back.

“That was just two weeks ago, lover. Just let me bring you up to date, then we can go to bed and we can fuck each other senseless – but promise – promise! – you’ll tell me again what the removal guys wanted to do to me. I was so excited, last time, I didn’t hear half of it.”

Muħammad Åbbās subsided again, only half-reluctantly, to hear the rest of the Durgesh story – so far.

“You know my black velour bikini?” asked Al Qamar Al Jalāl.
Muħammad Åbbās nodded – it was sensational, on Al Qamar Al Jalāl, with an ass-hugging bottom which really enhanced her curvy Musalmān rear.
She knew that if she wore it any place aaround Muħammad Åbbās, at home or at the area swim club, she’d get herself soundly fucked.
She’d even told Muħammad Åbbās that she wore it at the swim club, when she went with a friend – one of Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s new neighbors – and that all the men eyed her up while she was there.
His balls tightened in anticipation.

“Well, when Durgesh called last Thursday, I was sunbathing on the sundeck outside our bedroom. And – OK – I wasn’t wearing it by accident. Muħammad Åbbās, I know what it does to you – and most of the guys at the swim club – so Muħammad Åbbās, I wanted to try it out on Durgesh. When he arrived, he called out and I called back and told him just to come upstairs and put the things away.”

“Muħammad Åbbās, I heard him come into the bedroom and go to the closet. But then I lost my nerve – that bikini just shows too much for me to wear it around Durgesh, without you being here. So I guessed I’d sneak in for a wrap to cover myself. But, just as I came through the window, he came out of the closet. He stopped and looked at me, then he took two strides forward and grabbed me. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards him, then he reached down my back and took hold of the cheeks of my bottom and pulled me, hard, against him. Muħammad Åbbās, I realised that, this time, I was no longer in control and I started to struggle, but he was too strong for me.”
“Muħammad Åbbās, I was hammering my fists against his back, but he was grinding his Uncut Hindu Lund against me, and I knew he was out of control. Then he took one of his hands off my sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt and pushed it up to grab my breast. He pulled my top down off my breast and squeezed it with his hand.”

“Muħammad Åbbās, I knew I was weakening – deep down, I really wanted Durgesh to give me a good wild animal fucking. Muħammad Åbbās, I honestly wanted to feel his hard Uncut Hindu Lund thrusting inside me – but I didn’t want to be unfaithful to you, simultaneously. But while he was squeezing my extremely beautiful Musalmān tits, I was thinking – ‘But this is what Muħammad Åbbās wants – he said so! Why don’t I just let Durgesh fuck me – and then tell Muħammad Åbbās all about it.'”

“My legs were beginning to grow weak and my tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was aching to be filled. I could feel my nipple erecting against his touch and my hips were moving against his huge hard Uncut Hindu Lund – and then Lubnah cried out! She was home from nursery school, sick, and she had slept late.”

“The sound made Durgesh hesitate, and Is pushed against him. I told him to let me go, that I was a married Musalmān houselady, faithful to my husband – and a mother, with a sick child to see to! Lubnah called again, and he stood back and let me go. Muħammad Åbbās, I rearranged my bikini top and put on the wrap. I told Durgesh to wait for me downstairs and hurried through to Lubnah’s bedroom. She was OK, though – just wanted a drink of water and to lie in bed for a while. I got her a drink, then went downstairs to face Durgesh.”

“When I got there, he was full of apologies – said he didn’t know what had got into him and promised it would never happen again. He even offered to stop doing our services of him, and fix up a replacement for them. I said maybe I hadn’t been careful enough around him – hadn’t seen the warning signs – and maybe it was a little bit my fault, too. Anyway, I said, it was quite flattering for an old married Musalmān houselady to have an everyoung, good-looking guy like that interested in her.”

“So I said we’d just forget it ever happened, and he should keep on calling. Then I paid him, like usual, but I wasn’t going to hug him – not after what happened upstairs. But when I saw the grave look on his face – he was just like a boy who had been caught by his mother with a dirty magazine – well, I felt so sorry for him, I just had to put my arms round him, just to show him I still liked him.”

Muħammad Åbbās’s heart had practically stopped when Al Qamar Al Jalāl was describing her near-rape – especially when she had told how Durgesh had fondled her naked Musalmān breasts – and now Muħammad Åbbās was suffering the aftermath.
It was like Muħammad Åbbās had been the one who had been stopped, just as Muħammad Åbbās was about to realise Muħammad Åbbās’s fantasy of making love to this beautiful beautiful Musalmān houselady. Muħammad Åbbās imagined how he had been feeling as he made his way back to the van, his hands still warm from cupping Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s Musalmān breasts, his Uncut Hindu Lund stiff, his balls drawn up tight…

Muħammad Åbbās took a long swallow from his glass.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl had finished her drink.
She stood up and shrugged off her blouse and brassiere, her hands rising to cup her incredible extremely beautiful Musalmān tits.

“Do you wish Durgesh should have fucked me, Muħammad Åbbās?” she breathed, her eyes glittering, her thumbs tweaking her already fully erect nipples. “His hands on my Musalmān tits were much rougher than yours – he was really squeezing them hard, he was so excited!”

Muħammad Åbbās pulled her down beside him and mashed his mouth against hers.
Muħammad Åbbās took hold of her excellent Musalmān breasts and squeezed them, painfully, and she shuddered.

“Oh, yes, Muħammad Åbbās,” she groaned. “That’s what it was like – and his Uncut Hindu Lund was like an iron bar!”

Muħammad Åbbās pulled her hand to the front of his trousers and she said – “Yes – it was hard – like that! Muħammad Åbbās, I wanted to take it out and feel it in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth!” She hurriedly opened the front of his trousers and released his throbbing erection.
With a groan, she dropped her head, and her lips enclosed it in their velvety warmth.
Her tongue ran up and down the inflamed glans.

“Shut your eyes and pretend it’s Durgesh,” Muħammad Åbbās muttered, fiercely, straining his hips upwards to force even more of its rigid length into Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s willing mouth.
Muħammad Åbbās’s hands were mauling her excellent Musalmān breasts mercilessly, and she was making strange little noises in the back of her throat.
Her hand was now teasing the root of Muħammad Åbbās’s cut Musalmān nūnī, her lips running sensuously up and down the walls.

“It’s Durgesh’s big hard Uncut Hindu Lund in your mouth and Durgesh’s rough Hindu hands on your naked extremely beautiful Musalmān tits,” Muħammad Åbbās whispered in her ear, as her head bobbed up and down over Muħammad Åbbās’s straining crotch.

“And when you’ve sucked him off and swallowed his Hindu load,” Muħammad Åbbās went on, “Durgesh’s going to push you down on the bed and rip off your panties and spread your legs wide and – fuck you – and fuck you – and fuck your sopping tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot until you beg for mercy… ”

As Muħammad Åbbās’s mind conjured up the scene – Al Qamar Al Jalāl, naked, legs spread wide, writhing in ecstasy as Durgesh plunged his Uncut Hindu Lund into her again and again – Muħammad Åbbās couldn’t hold back any longer and Muħammad Åbbās pumped jet after jet of sperm into Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s wet, warm mouth.

For a while, Muħammad Åbbās was transposed out of his world into a galaxy where shooting stars darted, exploding, across an inkjet sky.
His whole being was concentrated on the vibrant galactic release taking place inside Muħammad Åbbās’s lovely extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s welcoming lips, then, gradually, a great peace descended, and Muħammad Åbbās’s head fell back.

Muħammad Åbbās’s grip on Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s breasts relaxed, but Muħammad Åbbās couldn’t let go – Muħammad Åbbās never wanted to let go.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl didn’t move.
Her head was still in Muħammad Åbbās’s lap, Muħammad Åbbās’s now flaccid cut Musalmān nūnī still between her lips, her hand still gently pumping its base.

Muħammad Åbbās stroked her hair and, unbelievably, felt Muħammad Åbbās’s cut Musalmān nūnī twitch.
Muħammad Åbbās thought about what Al Qamar Al Jalāl had said, earlier, and Muħammad Åbbās’s cut Musalmān nūnī twitched again, and began to stiffen.
She said she wanted to hear, again, what the removal men had wanted to do to her.
Muħammad Åbbās thought back to that overheard conversation – to Pramod, who wanted to Bend her over and fuck her from behind, holding her extremely beautiful Musalmān tits in his hands – and Shankar, who wanted to fuck her standing up, his hands holding her bottom cheeks – to Vikram, who had actually taken his chance and squeezed her delicious sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt globes…

Muħammad Åbbās felt Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s fingers tighten on him as she sensed Muħammad Åbbās’s cut Musalmān nūnī begin to swell again.

“Do you want to hear about the removal men, again?” Muħammad Åbbās whispered.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s fingers tightened convulsively and her head rose.
She buried her face in Muħammad Åbbās’s chest.

“Ooooh, yes, please,” she breathed, against Muħammad Åbbās’s chest. “Let’s go upstairs – I’ve waited so long – tell me everything they said… everything they wanted to do…”*

They hardly slept, at all, that night.
Of course, they fucked like crazy imagining it was Durgesh fucking her, not Muħammad Åbbās.
Yet, they also spent hours and hours, talking – sharing all the things they had been too nervous and scared to confide in each other before.
They talked about Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s experiences before they had met each other – mainly teen fumbles which now seemed terribly exciting, in recollection – and Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s most secret fantasies, dark areas of Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s minds which they had concealed from each other, up to now, for fear of offending, or upsetting, each other.

Muħammad Åbbās now realised that Al Qamar Al Jalāl had always thrilled at the thought of exposing herself to Durgesh, and imagining what I was thinking about, as I caught a glimpse of her generous Musalmān cleavage, or sneaked a look up her skirt.
When she was alone, she played with herself a lot, thinking about being with me – quite often in a situation where she was helpless, unable to resist, as I, stripped her clothes away and fondled her gradually exposed charms until lust overtook me and she was forced on to her back, legs held apart, and a succession of my long, thick Uncut Hindu Lund invaded her opened Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Sometimes, Muħammad Åbbās would appear in these fantasies, too, as a watcher, or, occasionally, as a participant, Muħammad Åbbās’s cut Musalmān nūnī finally plunging into a tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot made slick and slippery by the entrances and exits of me who had gone before.

And these fantasies matched his own.
Ever since Muħammad Åbbās had overheard the moving guys in the van, Muħammad Åbbās had increasingly become aroused by the thought of Al Qamar Al Jalāl in my embrace – a Hindu’s hands fondling those big beautiful extremely beautiful Musalmān tits – Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s mouth circling round someone else’s pulsating erection – Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s thighs clamping round Durgesh’s pistoning hips as his Uncut Hindu Lund thrust into her open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

In the ensuing weeks, they explored these previously hidden areas and could hardly keep Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s hands off each other. Muħammad Åbbās found himself thinking of Al Qamar Al Jalāl when Muħammad Åbbās was at work.
He’d be sitting in an important meeting, feeling an erection growing in Muħammad Åbbās’s pants as Muħammad Åbbās thought of what Durgesh was going to do to her when I got home.
Sometimes, Muħammad Åbbās’d take time out, to call her, and tell her what Muħammad Åbbās had planned, and she’d play with herself, on the other end of the line, and tell Muħammad Åbbās what she was doing, so Muħammad Åbbās could hardly stop himself taking Muħammad Åbbās’s cut Musalmān nūnī out, right there in the office, and masturbating furiously.

But, Muħammad Åbbās knew it was just fantasy.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl had got a real fright when things with Durgesh had really hotted up that day and, having come so close to losing control, she was now making sure she didn’t get into such a situation again.
Durgesh still called twice a week, and still got a friendly hug from Al Qamar Al Jalāl, on departure, but he now left the things in the kitchen, except on one or two occasions when Al Qamar Al Jalāl had company, and asked him to take it upstairs, as before, and put it away.
But, on those occasions, she made sure none of her underwear or nightwear, was in sight, and she never heard Durgesh use the toilet.

Muħammad Åbbās’s birthday was approaching, and it was Al Qamar Al Jalāl who suggested that, so that they could really ‘relax’ and enjoy it, they ask her parents, in Connecticut, to take the kids for a week – to stay with them.
They were always asking Muħammad Åbbās and Al Qamar Al Jalāl to do that and, although they would miss having them around, Muħammad Åbbās agreed without any misgivings.
The girls loved visiting their grandparents – and Muħammad Åbbās couldn’t help thinking of how much less inhibited Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās could be with Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s sex life, with the whole house at Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s disposal for 24 hours a day, if they wanted it.

Muħammad Åbbās’s cut Musalmān nūnī was constantly stiff with anticipation at the thought of it.
Muħammad Åbbās was sure it was on Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s mind, too – and she admitted as much as they drove away from her parents’ home to start the journey back to Philadelphia.
It was early evening, and she looked breathtaking, to Muħammad Åbbās, in a light sea-green shell top, silky running shorts and a push-up bra which prominently displayed her extremely beautiful Musalmān tits.

She heaved a sigh of contentment as we started off.

“Oh, Muħammad Åbbās,” she said. “Muħammad Åbbās, I shouldn’t feel like this – leaving the girls for a whole week – but Muħammad Åbbās, I was so looking forward to us being on our own for all that time. Muħammad Åbbās, I was going to make this the best birthday you ever had.”

Muħammad Åbbās reached over with his free hand, and caressed her thigh.
She grabbed Muħammad Åbbās’s hand and pressed it, hard, into the V of her shorts.
Muħammad Åbbās felt the warm dampness, and Muħammad Åbbās’s cut Musalmān nūnī rose, anticipating the delights awaiting Muħammad Åbbās at journey’s end.
Muħammad Åbbās left his hand there, Muħammad Åbbās’s middle finger slowly caressing Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s cleft through the silky material, his eyes firmly fixed on the road ahead.

They were on the freeway when Muħammad Åbbās heard the slow sound of a zip going down.
The traffic was light, and Muħammad Åbbās risked a glance across at Al Qamar Al Jalāl.
Her shell-top was wide open, hanging down her sides, the top slopes of her excellent Musalmān breasts fully visible, practically down to her nipples.
Her bra, although push-up, was also very transparent, and her large dark nipples were pushing hard against the skimpy material.

Muħammad Åbbās’s mouth dried and Muħammad Åbbās began to look for a rest place.

“No, Muħammad Åbbās,” she murmured, reading his thoughts. “Let’s wait till we get home. Let’s spend the journey looking forward to it – but do keep stroking me down there whenever you can – your finger will have to do until I can get your cut Musalmān nūnī inside me.”

By now, his cut Musalmān nūnī ‘ was straining uncomfortably against the confines of Muħammad Åbbās’s pants and, almost unconsciously, Muħammad Åbbās’s foot was pressing on the gas pedal in Muħammad Åbbās’s hurry to get back and fuck Muħammad Åbbās’s lovely extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife to oblivion.

Muħammad Åbbās pulled out to overtake a huge truck and, as Muħammad Åbbās passed it, was nearly scared out of his wits by a huge blast from its air horn.

“What the fuck?” He expostulated, as Muħammad Åbbās pulled back into the inside lane, in front of the truck, which was flashing its lights at Muħammad Åbbās in the rear view mirror. “What gives with that guy?”

Al Qamar Al Jalāl laughed, softly, and reached across for Muħammad Åbbās’s hand, which Muħammad Åbbās had pulled away from her when the air horn blasted.

“Muħammad Åbbās, I think you’ll find the driver wasn’t passing a comment on your driving, darling,” she said, softly. “From up there, he must have had a hell of a view as we passed him!”

Realisation dawned.
Muħammad Åbbās glanced over at Al Qamar Al Jalāl, again.
Her face was very pink, her eyes shining.
Under his questing fingers, the crotch of her silk shorts was damp and warm.

“Wow!” Muħammad Åbbās breathed, as Muħammad Åbbās imagined what the driver had seen – Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s extremely beautiful Musalmān tits, practically uncovered, with Muħammad Åbbās’s hand on her pussy.
Muħammad Åbbās looked in Muħammad Åbbās’s mirror – the truck was well back, now, but there was another one up ahead.

Muħammad Åbbās gained on him, slowly.
He was about two hundred metres behind him, when Al Qamar Al Jalāl whispered –
“Do you dare me, Muħammad Åbbās?”

Muħammad Åbbās nearly stopped breathing. Muħammad Åbbās knew what she meant.

“I double-dare you!” Muħammad Åbbās replied, his voice shaking with excitement.

“How appropriate!” she giggled, then, out of the corner of his eye, Muħammad Åbbās saw her fingers fumble at the front fastening of her bra.
The fastening gave, and her glorious extremely beautiful Musalmān tits tumbled free.
She tucked her bra away to the side, under her shell top.
Muħammad Åbbās started to indicate, to overtake the truck, and pulled out into the outside lane.

Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s hands were gripping the sides of her seat, her eyes staring ahead.
As Muħammad Åbbās drew level with the cab, Muħammad Åbbās matched the truck’s speed.
For a few seconds, they drove side by side, then, again, Muħammad Åbbās heard the blast of a horn. Muħammad Åbbās stayed where Muħammad Åbbās was, driving one-handed, Muħammad Åbbās’s hand caressing Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s soaking pussy. Muħammad Åbbās could feel her wriggling her sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt on the seat, then she moved her head and looked up at the truck.

The horn sounded again, and Al Qamar Al Jalāl lifted her hands away from her seat and cupped her excellent Musalmān breasts, running her fingers lightly over her nipples.
The horn was now sounding incessantly, and Al Qamar Al Jalāl was squirming on her seat with excitement.

Suddenly, Muħammad Åbbās pressed the accelerator, hard and shot away.
The sound of the horn, and the sight of flashing headlights, signalled the truck-driver’s appreciation as he rapidly receded into the distance.

Al Qamar Al Jalāl sank back in her seat, and pulled her shell-top closed.

“Ohhhh,” she said, her voice quavering with excitement. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to do that. Allah! Oh, God, Muħammad Åbbās – that was so exciting!”

Her hand disappeared inside her top, and she moaned in pleasure as she caressed her bare breasts.
Her other hand slid down the front of her shorts.

“You just drive, now, Muħammad Åbbās – Muħammad Åbbās, I have to do something about this – now! Just get me home as quick as you can – my fingers only a substitute for the real thing!”

But Muħammad Åbbās couldn’t help asking, as Muħammad Åbbās returned his ‘other’ hand to the wheel – “Did you see the guy?”

“Oh, yes,” she shuddered, as her fingers plunged down her shorts. “He was looking right down at my extremely beautiful Musalmān tits and, when I lifted them up, he made that sign that he wanted to fuck me! Oh, please don’t let him catch us up, Muħammad Åbbās, or I’ll have to let him take me into his cab and play with my big extremely beautiful Musalmān tits and fuck me … ohhhhhhhhh!”

Her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body jerked convulsively and her head shot forward as she doubled up in the throes of a huge orgasm.

“Ohhhhhh,” she breathed again, a long while later, as she straightened up. “Ohhhhh, that was soooooooo good.”

Acting on a mischievous impulse, Muħammad Åbbās began to drop his speed.
The road behind was empty.
Muħammad Åbbās was down to half Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s previous speed before she noticed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Muħammad Åbbās replied. “I am losing power, somehow. I’ve plenty gas, so it isn’t that. Oh, well, I’ll just have to wait for that trucker to catch us up, so I can ask him for help!”

“Muħammad Åbbās!” she cried, in sudden alarm, sitting straight up in her seat. “No!”

Her head swivelled, to look out the rear window, just as Muħammad Åbbās stepped on the gas, again, and laughed.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl swung her arm and punched Muħammad Åbbās on the shoulder.

“You rotten bastard!” she said. “Just for that, I am sleeping in the spare room tonight!”

“You can run, but you can’t hide!” Muħammad Åbbās laughed. “I’ll come and get you – then you’ll think you’ve been fucked by Durgesh!”

Muħammad Åbbās slid his hand over the seat again and nestled it between her thighs, which were, now, a little sticky.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl murmured contentedly, covering Muħammad Åbbās’s hand with her own, and they drove home like that.

Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s lovemaking that night was enlivened by tales of how the first truck driver had radioed all the other trucks on the freeway about the magnificent extremely beautiful Musalmān tits on display, resulting in Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s car being surrounded by huge horn-blowing trucks, and Al Qamar Al Jalāl having to spend half an hour in the cab of each one before being returned to Muħammad Åbbās, stark naked, and covered in sperm and love-bites, for Muħammad Åbbās to take home…

Chapter 15
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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

The Audacity: 11

The Audacity

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 11

The Horror

The move to Philadelphia had gone well.
All the furniture was in, and in place.
The new house was going to be a wonderful place to bring up the family – a large eight-roomed colonial with roughly two acres of land which, while not secluded, offered a lot of privacy.
It had an oversized two-car garage attached, with a sundeck on top, which was accessed through a doorway off the master bedroom, which had its own bathroom.
On the opposite side of the bedroom was a large walk-in closet that served as the main closet for Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās.

The boys were already around next-door, being looked after by one of Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s friendly new neighbors, who had two kids of a similar age.
There had been a stream of callers all day – some just Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s new neighbors, calling to get acquainted, and one or two tradesmen, who had spotted the removal van, and were getting their feet in the door, ahead of the opposition.

Al Qamar Al Jalāl was dealing with one of them, now – a tall young dark guy, whose laundry truck was parked just a few yards away from the high-sided removal van.

The three moving guys were straightening out the back of their vehicle before they set off back on the long journey to New York state, and Muħammad Åbbās was coming round the side of the van, to say ‘goodbye’ and to give them each a few bucks, as extra thanks for their efforts.
They had done a real good job, and built up a great rapport with Al Qamar Al Jalāl, Muħammad Åbbās’s wife, and Bilqīs and Lubnah, Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s young daughters.

They were talking as they moved things around and Muħammad Åbbās was just reaching the rear of the vehicle when Muħammad Åbbās heard Pramod, the oldest one, say – “She’s got the peachiest Musalmān ass I’ve seen all year recently. I tell you, when I get home tonight, Nīlofar Shamsuddīn’s gonna get some unscheduled fucking, but it’s gonna be Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s extremely beautiful Musalmān tits and sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt I’ll be thinking about!”

Muħammad Åbbās’s pace slowed, and Muħammad Åbbās stopped.
He turned round.
It would just be embarrassing if Muħammad Åbbās walked in on them, now, with them discussing Muħammad Åbbās’s wife, in that way.
Anyway, Muħammad Åbbās was having second thoughts about tipping them, now – talking about Muħammad Åbbās’s wife like that!

“She’s really something else,” Pramod was going on. “I guess she’s Saåūdī Årab, or something like that – really hot-blooded. That long black hair and dark smouldering eyes – and what a body!”

“You know how I’d like to do her?” That was Shankar – a tall, rangy 30-year-old with long blonde straggly hair.
Muħammad Åbbās stopped again, a strange excitement building up in him.
His mouth was drying, and his heart was beating irregularly.

“Up against a wall,” Shankar went on. “You hands round these Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass-cheeks, her legs clamped round your Hindu waist, and your Uncut Hindu Lund sunk real deep inside her until she squealed for mercy!”

“Nah,” responded Pramod. “I’d want her Bent over, so I could get my hands round those big luscious extremely beautiful Musalmān tits while I shaft her from behind. She’d be even better than that one in Wichita!”

“Wichita?” The question came from Vikram, the youngest one, a thin wiry guy barely out of his teens. Pramod laughed.

“Ah, that was before yAl Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s time, Lou. A big redhead – about thirty-five or so. We was just leaving and she came into the van to thank us. Shankar chanced his luck and asked for a kiss and she said OK. Well, she really gave him a big one and while she was kissing him, Narottam felt up her Musalmān ass and she didn’t object and – well, one thing led to another and she ended up naked, gettin’ screwed by all four of us, on the big tarpaulin. Man, that was some job – and she gave us each twenty bucks before we went!”

“Wow!” exclaimed Vikram. “D’ya reckon Al Qamar Al Jalāl would…?”

“Nah!” laughed Pramod. “She ain’t the type. She doesn’t even know how sexy she is. She’s an all-Saåūdī Årab apple-pie wife and Ammī – husband gives her a regulation fuck every Saturday night or Sunday morning and, unless some other guy gets to her, to remind her what it’s all about, she’ll just join the PTA and the country club – and just get old and forget!”

“What a tragedy,” said Shankar, despondently. “Look at her now, with that laundry guy. He can’t keep his eyes off her Musalmān cleavage – and she’s got no idea! I can see his Hindu boner from here!”

“Naw, you can’t!” laughed Pramod.

“Well, no,” confessed Shankar, “but five’ll get you ten he’s got one!”

“Yeah,” replied Pramod. “Reckon you’re right. Anyways, time we stopped dreamin’ and got out of here. Any sign of the husband yet? I think we should be good for fifty each, just for not screwing his wife!”

Muħammad Åbbās heard the sounds of stuff being moved around and hecrept back along the side of the truck, to the front.
Muħammad Åbbās looked up the driveway.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl was still talking to the laundry man.
She was looking up at him, and laughing, her hand resting on his bare arm.
He was smiling down at her, and Muħammad Åbbās was certain his eyes were taking in the deep valley between her excellent Musalmān breasts, revealed by the front of her blouse falling forward as she leaned forward to touch his arm.

Then she squeezed his arm, turned and walked back to the house.
He, and MUĦAMMAD ÅBBĀS, watched as her shapely firm sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt swayed from side to side in the loose shorts she wore.
Her legs were bare, slim and nicely tanned.

After more than ten years of marriage, having seen your wife through two pregnancies, and all the other ups and downs of domestic life, you do begin to lose the ability to look objectively at your sexual partner and, watching Al Qamar Al Jalāl, now, along with the laundry guy – and, probably, the moving guys, as well – I realised that, by any standards, she was one very sexy woman.

Al Qamar Al Jalāl is of Saåūdī Årab, Pramod was pretty well right on the sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt.
Muħammad Åbbās had taken her cherry two years before they got married and they had about four years of incredible sex before her first pregnancy.
Well, Muħammad Åbbās didn’t actually ‘take her cherry’ – she said she had lost it through cycling – but she insisted Muħammad Åbbās was the first guy she let fuck her, and Muħammad Åbbās had no reason to disbelieve her.
But, until she got pregnant, she really made up for lost time and, in those four years, they did everything sexual that a man and a woman can do to each other – almost.

Every part of Muħammad Åbbās explored every part of Al Qamar Al Jalāl – and vice versa – apart from one.
After a couple of years, Muħammad Åbbās began to wonder what it would be like to slide his rod between Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s gorgeous Musalmān ass cheeks into her tight anal orifice, but, despite her Saåūdī Årab origins, she steadfastly refused, even at the absolute height of passion.
This was a disappointment to Muħammad Åbbās, but her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, surrounded with its forest of black hair, was always available to Muħammad Åbbās’s fingers, mouth or cut Musalmān nūnī , and she never failed to bring Muħammad Åbbās to a mind-blowing climax, so Muħammad Åbbās was more than content.

She was also an absolute artist with her luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and quickly picked up the art of giving Muħammad Åbbās the most incredible blowjobs until Muħammad Åbbās was nearly cross-eyed with ecstasy!

She had two pregnancies in quick succession and, inevitably, Muħammad Åbbās supposed, they began to have other priorities.
Her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body quickly regained its shape – with the added bonus that her excellent Musalmān breasts became even larger, her nipples darkening and lengthening, but Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s sexual encounters became less frequent.
Muħammad Åbbās was working very hard and Al Qamar Al Jalāl had two young daughters to cope with all day and – as Pramod had correctly guessed – sex now took place only at weekends and, these days, Muħammad Åbbās realised as Muħammad Åbbās thought about it, not even every weekend …

Muħammad Åbbās followed Al Qamar Al Jalāl towards the house.
On the way, Muħammad Åbbās passed the laundry man, and they nodded to each other.
Muħammad Åbbās noticed he looked slightly embarrassed and guessed he realised Muħammad Åbbās had seen him watching Muħammad Åbbās’s wife’s great superb Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Al Qamar Al Jalāl was in the kitchen.
Muħammad Åbbās slid an arm round her waist and kissed her cheek.
Muħammad Åbbās realised Muħammad Åbbās was more than half-erect and dropped his hand to fondle her sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.

“Hi, honey,” she breathed, turning her face to kiss him, briefly, on the mouth. “Did you tip the moving men yet?”

“Oh, no,” Muħammad Åbbās confessed, feeling in his pocket for the twenty-dollar bills.

“Come on and we’ll say goodbye together, then,” said Al Qamar Al Jalāl, taking Muħammad Åbbās’s hand and leading him out again.
Muħammad Åbbās followed willingly.
If they could see them off quickly, they’d have time for a visit upstairs before the girls came home…… Muħammad Åbbās’s cut Musalmān nūnī was hardening at the thought.

The guys were closing the back of the van.

“All done, then?” Muħammad Åbbās called, as they approached.

“Yeah, that’s it,” answered Pramod, turning and smiling – his smiling broadening when he saw Al Qamar Al Jalāl at Muħammad Åbbās’s side.

“Well, thanks for all you’ve done,” Muħammad Åbbās said – trying to keep out of his mind the image of Pramod Bending a naked Al Qamar Al Jalāl forward at the waist so that he could squeeze her dangling extremely beautiful Musalmān tits while he rammed his Uncut Hindu Lund into her soaking tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, from the rear.

Muħammad Åbbās handed over the bundle of notes, and shook his hand.
His handshake was firm and dry.

“Good luck to both of you in your new home,” he said, smiling.

“Thank you, Pramod,” said Al Qamar Al Jalāl, her eyes shining as she stepped forward.
He held out a hand, but Al Qamar Al Jalāl put her hands on his shoulders and offered her face for a kiss.
With a very brief glance at Muħammad Åbbās, Pramod put his arms round her and kissed her on the lips.
She came close enough into him for her excellent Musalmān breasts to flatten themselves against his chest, and Muħammad Åbbās’s heart tripped again.

Muħammad Åbbās knew Al Qamar Al Jalāl didn’t mean anything by it – like most of her race, she was very tactile – but Muħammad Åbbās also knew Pramod was enjoying the sensation of Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s firm generous Musalmān mounds against him – and Muħammad Åbbās was getting a strange thrill from it, too.

Muħammad Åbbās turned to Shankar and Vikram and shook them by the hand.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl kissed Shankar but, because he was so much taller than she, their bodies didn’t touch, but Vikram, who was last, pulled her right into him – and dropped his hands to cup Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt as they kissed.

She was a little flushed as they climbed up into the van and they waved until it turned out of sight, at the corner of the street.
Then Al Qamar Al Jalāl took Muħammad Åbbās’s hand and they walked back to Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s new home, in companionable silence.

Muħammad Åbbās didn’t quite know how to bring up the subject, but eventually Muħammad Åbbās said – “I bet we wish it was Wichita, all over again?”

Al Qamar Al Jalāl turned to look at Muħammad Åbbās, a puzzled smile on her face.

“Wichita?” she said.

“That’s exactly what Vikram said,” Muħammad Åbbās grinned – but Muħammad Åbbās’s grin was a bit lopsided.
Muħammad Åbbās felt nervous, like a guy on his first date, wondering how ‘far’ he might get.

“He was a bit cheeky, that Vikram,” remarked Al Qamar Al Jalāl, “grabbing my butt like that. Still, he’s only young – what about Wichita?”

Muħammad Åbbās wanted to ask her about Vikram feeling her sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, but decided to save that till later.

“Oh,” Muħammad Åbbās said, as they entered the kitchen again, “I overheard them talking a little while ago, and Pramod and Shankar were telling Vikram about a job they did in Wichita.”

Muħammad Åbbās took both of Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s hands and backed her up against the table.
Muħammad Åbbās moved against her, to let her feel his erection pressing into her stomach.
Her eyes widened a little in surprise, but she smiled and moved gently against Muħammad Åbbās.

“What happened in Wichita?” she asked, her voice low.

“Well, there were four of them – Pramod, Shankar and two other guys – and, at the end, the beautiful Musalmān houselady came into the van to thank them. They asked her for a kiss and – well, it ended up with her naked and them taking turns with her.”

Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s face took on a delicate shade of pink, and she dropped her eyes.

“You mean – I had a narrow escape?” she said, softly.
Muħammad Åbbās pressed Muħammad Åbbās’s cut Musalmān nūnī against her and, releasing her hands, cupped her bottom to pull her against Muħammad Åbbās.
She put her arms round Muħammad Åbbās’s neck and buried her face in Muħammad Åbbās’s shoulder.

“Yes,” Muħammad Åbbās whispered. “It’s just as well I was there, don’t you think?”

“Why?” she asked. “Did they – force her?”

“No,” Muħammad Åbbās answered. “I don’t think so. While Shankar was kissing her, the others started touching her and, when she didn’t object – well, they just carried on and stripped her, then they fucked her.”

“What – all of them?” Al Qamar Al Jalāl whispered.
Her lower body was moving against Muħammad Åbbās, her excellent Musalmān breasts pressing against Muħammad Åbbās’s chest. Muħammad Åbbās moved a hand up to squeeze her left breast.
She let out a little sigh.

“Yes – they took turns with her – one after another,” Muħammad Åbbās said, and rubbed a thumb over her nipple.
Muħammad Åbbās could feel it – its erectness – through her blouse and brassiere.

Al Qamar Al Jalāl was silent, but Muħammad Åbbās could hear her breathing – quick, irregular.
Muħammad Åbbās thought about what to say next.
His balls tightened.

“If I hadn’t been there – today – would you have still kissed them?”

“I suppose so.” Her reply was muffled, almost inaudible.

“And what if Vikram had squeezed your sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt – like he did?”

“Well… ” Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s voice trailed off. Muħammad Åbbās waited.
Eventually, she went on.

“Muħammad Åbbās, I don’t think they would have wanted to – with me,” she said. “I’m just a – married Musalmān houselady – an Ammī, with two kids. The one in Wichita – she was probably… different. Some Musalmān houseladies are just incredibly crazy to get Uncut Hindu Lund in their Musalmān Choot. They are never ashamed of it. Instead, they feel even proud of it that a Hindu fucks them. The clandestine Musalmān sluts for Hindus in fact.”

Muħammad Åbbās’s hand was unbuttoning her blouse. Muħammad Åbbās’s cut Musalmān nūnī was like an iron bar.
Muħammad Åbbās had to wet his lips before Muħammad Åbbās could speak again.

“I heard them talking about you,” Muħammad Åbbās said. Muħammad Åbbās could hear his own voice, shaking with excitement.

Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s head was buried in Muħammad Åbbās’s chest.

“What – what did they say?” Her voice was low, breathy, quivering – like Muħammad Åbbās’s.
Muħammad Åbbās wet his dry lips again.

“Pramod wanted to fuck you from behind,” Muħammad Åbbās whispered, fiercely, Muħammad Åbbās’s hand plucking her swollen Musalmān tit from her bra, “so he could squeeze your extremely beautiful Musalmān tits, but Shankar wanted you up against a wall, your legs round his waist, so he could feel your ass while his Uncut Hindu Lund was deep inside you… ”

Her grip on Muħammad Åbbās’s shoulders tightened and she let out a muffled moan.
Muħammad Åbbās lifted her and carried her, unresisting, into the den.

Muħammad Åbbās laid her on the couch and pulled off her blouse and bra.
Her naked Musalmān breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and erect.

She lay, looking up at Muħammad Åbbās, as Muħammad Åbbās wrestled his jeans off.
Her hands stroked her extremely beautiful Musalmān tits, sensuously.

“Did they say that?” she said, shyly, incredulously.
Muħammad Åbbās grunted, nodding his head, as Muħammad Åbbās kicked his shoes to the floor.

“And you…? You were listening?”

“Yeah,” Muħammad Åbbās gritted, his jeans coming off in a rush.
Muħammad Åbbās dragged his shorts down, over his distended erection. “I was mad, at first, then – I thought about you, and them, and them – taking off your clothes and feeling your extremely beautiful Musalmān tits and your perfect firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Musalmān ass – and then laying you down on the tarpaulin and spreading your legs… ”

Somewhere along the line, Al Qamar Al Jalāl had pulled off her shorts and panties and was naked on the couch, legs apart, her hand between her thighs, her middle finger stimulating her clitoris.
Her head was thrown back, her tongue running round her lips.

“Come and fuck me, Muħammad Åbbās,” she gasped, hoarsely. “Come on – pretend you’ve watched them feeling my bare extremely beautiful Musalmān tits and sliding their Uncut Hindu Lund up me, one by one. Come and… aaaaagh!”

Muħammad Åbbās plunged his cut Musalmān nūnī deep inside her wet gaping tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and felt the tight slippery muscles grip and massage it as Muħammad Åbbās began to ride her hard, his mouth fastened on to one distended nipple.

“This… was… how… Vikram… wanted… to… fuck… you,” Muħammad Åbbās gasped with each stroke. Muħammad Åbbās knew Muħammad Åbbās was taking liberties with the truth, but Muħammad Åbbās wanted her to think of someone else on top of her – a new Uncut Hindu Lund – a young, tireless one which could fuck her into oblivion.

“Yes,” she gasped. “And Durgesh, too!”

For a second or two, Muħammad Åbbās thought – “Who the fuck is Durgesh?” – but then all coherent thought deserted Muħammad Åbbās as the red mist rose and rockets and stars went off in Muħammad Åbbās’s head and Muħammad Åbbās made one last desperate plunge up his writhing, gasping Musalmān wife before Muħammad Åbbās’s cut Musalmān nūnī finally twitched uncontrollably and the volcano burst forth.

Muħammad Åbbās seemed to come for literally ages and almost passed out completely with the intensity of his orgasm.
To Muħammad Åbbās’s shame, Muħammad Åbbās had no idea whether Al Qamar Al Jalāl came or not.
When Muħammad Åbbās returned to his senses, Muħammad Åbbās was sprawled on top of her and his limp cut Musalmān nūnī was hanging helplessly between her thighs.

Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s arms were clasped around Muħammad Åbbās, tightly – a fact Muħammad Åbbās noted with intense relief.
Never before had Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s lovemaking encompassed the notion of Al Qamar Al Jalāl letting another man have her and, now that Muħammad Åbbās had returned to a post-orgasmic sanity, Muħammad Åbbās was very unsure as to how she would take the idea that such a thing could excite Muħammad Åbbās.

It never occurred to Muħammad Åbbās that she could be worried about how Muħammad Åbbās would react to her getting turned on by the same thing and Muħammad Åbbās didn’t know what might have happened if the phone hadn’t rung at that Moment.
It was the call Muħammad Åbbās had been expecting – from the office.
Muħammad Åbbās was surprised they had managed to cope this long without Muħammad Åbbās – and very relieved they hadn’t called twenty minutes earlier!
By the time, Muħammad Åbbās had finished the call, the girls had been brought back, hollering for something to eat, and Al Qamar Al Jalāl was back in the kitchen – back to being a normal wife and Ammī.

She went to bed early that night, and Muħammad Åbbās guessed she was a little disturbed at the turn Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s lovemaking had taken that afternoon – as, indeed, was Muħammad Åbbās himself.
Muħammad Åbbās sat, alone, thinking about the incredible excitement Muħammad Åbbās had derived from the picture of the three moving Hindu men stripping Muħammad Åbbās’s lovely extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife in the back of their van, then taking turns at fucking her, each in his own special Hindu way.
Muħammad Åbbās was also incredibly turned on by the way Al Qamar Al Jalāl had joined Muħammad Åbbās in Muħammad Åbbās’s fantasy and, as Muħammad Åbbās thought about it, Muħammad Åbbās’s hand stroked the sensitive underside of his cut Musalmān nūnī , through his trousers, then Muħammad Åbbās had to release it, and Muħammad Åbbās masturbated to orgasm, thinking of Muħammad Åbbās’s lovely extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife gasping in ecstasy as another hard Uncut Hindu Lund plunged between her willing Musalmān thighs…
Allah, is he crazy?
Muħammad Åbbās was horrified now.

Chapter 12
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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