The Everbest Wives: 30

The Everbest Wives

Durgesh

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Chapter 30

Durgesh Saåīdah Yåqūb
Durgesh Nādirah Moåīn
Durgesh Tahajjud Zahīr
Durgesh Åādilah Nadīm

I sat down beside her on the bed.
“Saåīdah Yåqūb, are you okay?”
Why wouldn’t I just leave her alone?
“What the hell do you think?” Saåīdah Yåqūb said, still talking from her pillow.
“I think you’re upset.” I was going to say something more to that but Saåīdah Yåqūb cut me off.
“Let me alone, Durgesh, please!”
“Saåīdah Yåqūb, I think things are getting weird between us and I don’t want that. For what it’s worth I’m willing to pretend this didn’t happen. It’s not worth losing our relationship over.” I proposed gravely.
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t answer immediately.
What did I mean ‘pretend it didn’t happen’ anyway?
It was still going to be lurking at the back of her mind whenever she would see me.
Nothing can’t just reset everything.
On the other hand I wasn’t reacting nearly as badly as I could be, so that it was something.
I could have been angry, or pitying, or even disgusted with her instead of trying to work things out.
The least I could do was play along.
“M’sorry,” she mumbled.
“It’s alright Saåīdah Yåqūb, you can’t always help….”
Saåīdah Yåqūb waited for me to finish my sentence, but instead I abruptly rose and walked out of the room.*

I heard two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs.
I’d heard the girls go upstairs earlier and a bit of laughter, yet I had no idea what the two of them were getting up to.
I was about to find out.
I felt one set of hands on my shoulders and a soft kiss was placed on my left cheek.
Another set of hands, another kiss and then I heard high heels on our hardwood floors.
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and his daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, were now both standing in front of me with big, naughty grins on their lovelyardent Musalmān faces.

Nādirah Moåīn was standing there in a gorgeous, mauve bra and panty set with silver stiletto heels.
Her daughter was wearing a tiny white peignoir and her heels were white to match.
I assumed they had been shopping earlier that day and wanted to show me their new finery.
I’ve seen my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, in sexy clothes before.
They were a very open family.
They hated other backward Musalmīn very much.
“We have a proposition for you, Durgesh,” Nādirah Moåīn said to me, sitting down on one side of me and resting her head on my shoulder.

“Yes Daddy, we do,” Tahajjud Zahīr said as she sat down on the other side of me and mimicked her Ammī’s actions. “Do you want to tell him Ammī, or shall I?”
“Tahajjud Zahīr,” I said patiently, “how many times I’ve to tell you that I am not your ‘Daddy’. You are your Abbū’s daughter. I lack X chromosomes that are necessary to father a daughter.”
Tahajjud Zahīr looked at me naughtily.
“Daddy, I have myself seen my Ammī, Begum Nādirah Moåīn, fucking you. You know it.”
“Your Abbū is a damn fool. He never allowed your Ammī to suck him.” I said angrily.
“Therefore you allowed her to suck yourself?” Tahajjud Zahīr said sarcastically.
“Ask your Abbū who allowed her to suck me.” I said gravely.
Tahajjud Zahīr smiled cunningly.
“I know. Abbū has confessed to me after all that he himself had requested you to let my Ammī suck yourself.”*

I watched Muħammad Zahīr as if he had gone crazy.
“Are you sure?”
“There isn’t another option, Durgesh. Nādirah Moåīn wants to suck me and being an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān I can’t allow her. It’s a sin in Islam. Gunāh-e-åzīm.”
“And you kiss her Musalmān Cunt, lick her, tongue fuck her even. Isn’t it a sin too in Islam? Gunāh-e-åzīm?” I asked Muħammad Zahīr sarcastically.
Durgesh, I couldn’t satisfy her sexually. It was so shameful to me that I tried to finger fuck her. Nādirah Moåīn was too angry to allow me to finger fuck her. She asked me to kiss and lick her Musalmān Cunt to bring her to her orgasm. It was our Shab-e-Ůrūsī, our golden night. I didn’t want to leave her unsatisfied. I tongue fucked her.”
“You always tongue fuck her when you can’t satisfy her?”
“What the hell anything else can I do?” Muħammad Zahīr said desperately.
“Muħammad Zahīr, why can’t you satisfy her sexually? Are you impotent?”
“Certainly not, certainly not. But don’t have enough sexual lust to meet hers.”
“It’s only a psychological problem and…”
“It’s a religious problem.” Muħammad Zahīr interrupted me.
I looked at him stunned.
“What the hell. You want to say Islam doesn’t tell you to satisfy your own wife sexually?” I asked furiously at length.
“Please, don’t get me wrong, Durgesh. It says. Islam tells us Musalmīn to satisfy our Musalmān wives sexually but there’s a limit of every thing after all.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m helpless in tongue fucking her, but I’m not helpless in allowing her to suck me too.”
“Why not?”
“I’m already suffering from immense guilt. I can’t afford to do one more sin. My heart would fail.”
“I see.” I eyed him scornfully, “Your heart would fail if you allow her to suck you, but your heart would never fail if you allow her to suck me?”
Muħammad Zahīr watched me scornfully himself.
“What’s the matter? Aren’t you already fucking most of the extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies of your other Musalmān friends? What the hell is new I’m asking you to do for me?”
“Nothing.” I said bitterly, “Go ahead. Tell your wife, my Nādirah Moåīn Bhābhījān, she can suck me. Okay? Pleased now? Now, will you please get out of my room?”
Muħammad Zahīr smiled.
“Sorry Durgesh, thank you. But you must have realized until now, even much before, very much before it, you are not born to maintain any platonic relationship whatsoever with any woman that’s beautiful enough to desire you.”
I was stunned again.
“What? You mean, you mean Nādirah Moåīn Bhābhījān herself asked you to allow her to suck me?”
Muħammad Zahīr laughed ironically.
Truth is stranger than fiction, Durgesh. Isn’t it?”
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
“She is tired of my tongue fucking now too. She needs the real thing now, your Uncut Hindu Lund, between her immensely beautiful Musalmān legs.” Muħammad Zahīr laughed bitterly, “Congratulations.”*

Nādirah Moåīn grinned.
“I’ll do it,”
She turned my face towards hers and spoke. “Darling, you have to lose weight and you have to stop being so stubborn about it. So, your daughter and I decided to figure out a way to help you. The only thing you love more than learning and reading is sex, am I right?”
She was.
Nādirah Moåīn and Muħammad Zahīr were very passionate people and were even more passionate in the first few years after Tahajjud Zahīr was born.
They were even swingers for a while, enjoying “the lifestyle” until they simply got too busy with their careers and the raising of a child.
“So, darling, we have a proposition of a highly sexual nature. The more my Musalmān ladyfriends you fuck, the more sex you get from us too. For my every 5 Musalmān ladyfriends you fuck, you can have me ─ OR Tahajjud Zahīr ─ for one night of sex with no rules. Anything goes. For my every 10 Musalmān ladyfriends you fuck, you can have the both of us. We’ll dress like this for you, we’ll be your slaves for the night ─ anything, understand?”
I looked over at Tahajjud Zahīr and she barely blinked.
I thought this might be some crazy practical joke but they were serious.
“Babe, I can’t do that with Tahajjud Zahīr ─ that’s incest!” I protested.
“Oh, screw that,” Nādirah Moåīn laughed. “I’ve seen Tahajjud Zahīr checking you out and I don’t blame her ─ she’s gorgeous. You are already having sex with countless Musalmān Ammīs and their daughters, what’s new there for you, Hindu Sex god?”
“Naughty daddy,” Tahajjud Zahīr giggled and snuggled in closer. “Ammī told me that a few months ago when we’d both had a bit too much wine. She thought that I’d freak out but I told her that I thought I had a wonderful Hindu father who drop-dead sexy. We started talking and over time, we worked out this little scheme. Now Daddy, are you going to be the smart man I think you are and take us up on the offer or are you going to continue hating to have sex with us so called Musalmān stepdaughters you have? Nonsense, most of your Musalmān stepdaughters and Musalmān stepsisters are already now your ever successful ever faithful Musalmān wives and you are still talking of incest with us. The hell with your ever irrational sexual Hindu ethics.”
This was, in so many words, an offer “too good to refuse”.
I shook my head and saw the faces of my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and her daughter brighten.
“Good choice,” Nādirah Moåīn said, giving me a happy nod. “We’re going to show you just what kind of things you can expect once you start fucking my needy ravenous Musalmān ladyfriends. Come here, Tahajjud Zahīr sweetheart.”
I watched in amazement as my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, left my side and joined her mother.
They started kissing and it was the damned sexiest thing I had ever seen between them.
I reached for Tahajjud Zahīr and she stopped kissing her Ammī for a minute.
“Uh-uh Daddy, you don’t get me until you fuck those first 5 Musalmān ladyfriends of my Ammī. You can fuck Ammī if she wants to let you, but I’m saving my body as your reward. You can watch a preview of what you might see if you fuck 10 though.”
I saw my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, remove my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn’s dainty lingerie and crawl between her legs.
She started eating her Ammī’s pussy and it didn’t look like a first-time thing either.
She laved my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn’s pussy with a skill that made me understand she’d been with other women before ─ had it been one of her girlfriends or with Nādirah Moåīn?
I really didn’t care and my Uncut Hindu Cock was rock-hard.
After they made love for a few minutes, my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, returning her daughter’s favors, she took favour on me and gave me one of the best blow jobs she had ever treated me to.
I slept like a rock that night and with a huge smile on my face.*
The next morning, I just had toast and a half grapefruit for breakfast, along with coffee.
It took me about 2 weeks to fuck the initial 5 Musalmān ladyfriends of Nādirah Moåīn.
Nādirah Moåīn and Tahajjud Zahīr were ear-to-ear grins when I fucked Nādirah Moåīn’s five Musalmān ladyfriends.
Tahajjud Zahīr raced upstairs and I looked at Nādirah Moåīn.
“Are you sure you really want to do this?” I asked her, giving her a chance to back out. “I’ll continue with fucking your Musalmān ladyfriends anyway, you know once I start something, I finish it.”
Nādirah Moåīn slapped my Uncut Hindu Prick.
“Don’t be an idiot, my daughter wants you to fuck her. She’s a gorgeous young thing and if you pass that up, I’m taking your place. Go upstairs and screw my little girl and be noisy. When I take you to bed tonight, I’m going to see if I can be just as noisy as she’ll probably be.”
Being a “man of size” meant climbing stairs got me winded most times, but I think I may have neared my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr’s speed when climbing.
I went to my bedroom until I heard Tahajjud Zahīr say “In here, Daddy.”
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, was in her own room and that made me pause for a minute.
Could I really go through with this?
When I entered her room, my question was answered.
Tahajjud Zahīr was sitting in her favorite chair, the one she used to sit in when I’d read her bedtime stories.
She had looked so innocent and sweet as a child, but no longer.
She had now styled her hair and put on a bit of makeup.
She was wearing a wild black body stocking and black high heels with gold earrings and the necklace Nādirah Moåīn had bought her for her 18th birthday.
If I had any doubts about fucking my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, they vanished in an instant.
“Do I look sexy, Daddy?” Tahajjud Zahīr asked, standing up.
The body stocking left nothing to the imagination, it was sheer where it needed to be and had an opening at her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
I could fuck her while she wore it if I so desired.
In heels, she was close to my height.
Tahajjud Zahīr threw her arms around me.
“I’m going to be a total slut for you tonight Daddy, if that’s what you want. I’ll suck your Uncut Hindu Cock and you can fuck me from behind or I’ll be on top ─ whatever. I’m honoring my promise, Daddy. Tonight, you get anything you want. But go easy on me Daddy, I’m not as strong as you are.”
I decided to test that out for the rest of the evening.
I picked up my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s, slender daughter and carried her to the bed.
The thought of fucking his sexy baby girl on her own bed was kinky enough to get me half-way stiff already.
I began removing my clothes and Tahajjud Zahīr smiled with every article I took off.
“You’ve still got superb muscles, Daddy,” she smiled at me. “You’re going to be quite the Hindu stud when you fuck all the needy ravenous Musalmān ladyfriends of my Ammī. I may not want to stop fucking you by then, Ammī might have a bit of competition.”
I hadn’t thought about that until that moment.
Once I fucked all the needy ravenous Musalmān ladyfriends of Nādirah Moåīn, would I still be able to fuck both of these women or would life return to normal?
I shunted that thought to one side and let my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, crawl on top of me.
“Kiss my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Durgesh darling,” she grinned. “Kiss my fucking cuntand then I’ll take you halfway around the world and back. I’m a great fuck Durgesh darling, you’re about to find that out. Even though I’m still a virgin.”
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr’s lurid comments were better than Viagra, but it was her body that was the real turn-on.
Easily as beautiful as her still-sexy Ammī, Tahajjud Zahīr’s extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was shaved and tasty.
I kissed it from top to bottom and could have kept going all night if she hadn’t fallen away from me, gasping for air.
“Allah Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh my GOD, Durgesh darling, you are wonderful,” Tahajjud Zahīr panted. “I think this deal is gonna be as good for me as it is for you. You made me cum Durgesh darling, you wonderful Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties, us Musalmān houseladies, you made me cum. Now let me see if I can’t do the same thing for you!”
“Hey, you two, you’re making an awful racket!” I heard Nādirah Moåīn call upstairs, teasing us both.
“It’s all our Hindu fucker Durgesh darling’s fault,” Tahajjud Zahīr called back down and then, she moved close to my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She took it in her tiny hand and examined it.
“What a lovely Uncut Hindu Cock Durgesh darling, it’s so thick and firm. I’m just going to make it a bit bigger and then, we can fuck. I’m finally going to fuck my handsome, darling Durgesh darling.”
I remembered what Nādirah Moåīn had said earlier ─ had this all been a ruse so that my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and daughter could share me?
Who cared?
I was coming out of it on the winning side either way one looked at it.*

My friend’s little girl sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock with gusto and I had to hold off from cumming in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Fortunately, years of practice with her Ammī had taught me a few tricks in that regard.
She pouted a little and then, she went to grab a condom.
“Don’t need those sweetheart, but good for you for thinking of it,” I told her.
She chuckled and nodded.
A few years after she was born, Muħammad Zahīr made sure that Nādirah Moåīn and he couldn’t have any more kids.
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s beautiful daughter straddled my waist and then lowered her model-perfect body on to my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
She pulled the top of the body stocking away and I got to pinch her gorgeous, peach-perfect tits with the coral-pink nipples.
She was sighing and letting out little mewls of pleasure as she rode her horny Durgesh darling.
I was groaning myself because for the first time in over a decade, I was fucking a extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy that didn’t belong to my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and it was so damned tight!
I spent a few hours in bed with Tahajjud Zahīr and I think she might have learned a few things from me.
I fucked her doggy style and we showered together before I said good night.
I went to my own room, threw on a robe and went downstairs to my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn.
She was wearing a very satisfied smirk on her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face.
“That was only the beginning,” Nādirah Moåīn chuckled. “Wait until you see what happens when you fuck the next five, we Musalmān Ammī and Musalmān daughter are going to blow your fucking Hindu mind.”
We tried to watch TV for a while but we couldn’t keep it up.
The pair of us were simply too horny.
Nādirah Moåīn and I ended up going upstairs and fucking until 1 AM.
I hadn’t seen my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, this aroused in years.
It was a very bleary-eyed Durgesh who walked to his office the next morning and this time, I was glad of the morning chill.
I think it helped snap me awake.
I saw the smile on Tahajjud Zahīr’s face and once again, I believed she might have known more than she was letting on.*

It took me about 3 weeks to fuck another five Musalmān ladyfriends of Nādirah Moåī.
The girls were practically giddy throughout dinner and we barely made it through the low-fat dessert Nādirah Moåīn had prepared before they ran upstairs.
I loaded the dishwasher while they prepped for me.
I nearly broke a few plates because all I could think about was what was waiting for me upstairs.
Even then, what awaited me surprised me yet again.
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, was all in black leather, from head to toe.
Her daughter was in white and looked innocent and fresh.
“The little slut told me she’s been fucking my lover,” my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, hissed through clenched teeth. “I told her that it wasn’t fair and she’d have to service me before I let her back in bed with you again. Don’t you think that’s only fair, Durgesh?”
I had no idea my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, had Dom fantasies, none at all.
I nodded and sat in a wingback chair to watch what was going to happen next.
It was then I noticed there was a tiny silver leash attached to a collar around Tahajjud Zahīr’s neck.
The Musalmān girls were going all out; I honestly believed they were having as much fun as I was ─ maybe more!
“Eat my cunt, you bi-sexual, sexy little bitch!” Nādirah Moåīn snarled as her daughter proceeded to do just that.
It was the second time I had seen my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, eat extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and it was just as thrilling as the first.

The two of them really were a whirlwind of blonde hair and sexy, leggy bodies as they girl-fucked.
Nādirah Moåīn stopped short of fucking her little girl with a dildo ─
“She needs a real Uncut Hindu Cock,” Nādirah Moåīn said to me ─ but they did everything else and not once did Tahajjud Zahīr seem to fall out of character.
If there were an Academy Award for sex, my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, would have taken home an Oscar.
“Hey, don’t I make the rules around here?” I said to the Musalmān girls. “I know what I want; you two Musalmān whores get over here and give me a double blowjob, right now!” I commanded.
I saw two sets of gleaming blue Musalmān eyes and I knew that I had caught on to their little ploy.
Finally I was getting what I had wanted since the beginning, two sets of Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān lips on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was really exciting to see my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and her daughter sharing my Hindu load and knowing that the games had only just begun between us.
Once I had cum, they changed into pretty lingerie and did another set of girl-girl loving for my viewing pleasure.
I was rock-hard in under 15 minutes and when my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, climbed on top of my Uncut Hindu Cock, Tahajjud Zahīr seated herself on my face.
I could easily see my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s wife, Nādirah Moåīn, and her daughter kissing and fondling as I fucked Nādirah Moåīn.
Nights like this were going to work off even more poundage, I was certain of that.
The next five Musalmān ladyfriends of Nādirah Moåīn led to my having a night of sex with Tahajjud Zahīr that included her first anal.
It’s not really my favorite but she asked me to fuck her gorgeous Musalmān ass.
“It will make me yours completely, Durgesh darling,” she told me with her brilliant Musalmān eyes shining. “You’ll be the only man that will ever have been in all my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān holes.”
She also did a strip tease reminiscent of the Nancy Callahan character in the move SIN CITY.
My friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, got fucked that night until she howled and she finally passed out from sheer exhaustion.
My friend’s gorgeous Musalmān wife did the rest of the work herself later that night and Tahajjud Zahīr wasn’t the only one to be exhausted that night.
I could not go to work the next morning.
I needed to sleep more, but even that was entirely embedded into Tahajjud Zahīr’s tight beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
“Getting worn out at home, boss?” Åādilah laughed as she handed me a juice.
More than ever, I was certain she knew what was going on.
It was hard to concentrate on writing when I had two sexy wild Musalmān women living with me and another just inside my office.
The next threesome confirmed something I’d suspected all along.
After we’d finished dinner, the Musalmān girls went upstairs.
I was just reading when the doorbell rang. There stood Åādilah Nadīm in a white trench coat.
“The girls said they might need backup tonight, boss,” she giggled as she opened the coat. The sexy Musalmān brunette was wearing just a tiny peek-a-boo bra and thong with heels.
She went upstairs and I could hear delighted squeals and soon, moans.
I thought this was supposed to be MY party, so I hightailed it up there to see Nādirah Moåīn screwing Åādilah Nadīm with a dildo while she was eating Tahajjud Zahīr.
It turned out my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, had been having a lesbian affair with Åādilah Nadīm months before all of this had started.
I still don’t know if they included Nādirah Moåīn or if that all happened later and I don’t care.
I only cared that my stiff Uncut Hindu Cock got a lot of action that night and at work the next day, I fucked Åādilah Nadīm on our lunch break.
It’s been over two years now since all of this began.
I’ve fucked almost 80 Musalmān ladyfriends of Nādirah Moåīn and still screwing my friend, Muħammad Zahīr’s daughter, Tahajjud Zahīr, and wife and Åādilah Nadīm, as well as some of Åādilah Nadīm’s friends, Tahajjud Zahīr’s college classmates and a few of Nādirah Moåīn’s single or divorced friends also well.
The sexual activities didn’t stop once I achieved my goal even.
Well, I knew it already.
It wasn’t any news to me, however.

Chapter 31
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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


Mid Term 2012 Revised: 1

Mid Term 2012

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Durgesh Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad
Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad

Muhammad Zahīr hadn’t another alternative.
Until now, it was okay.
Now what the hell could he do?
How the hell could he convince Durgesh to fuck his daughter in law, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad?
He remembered his past.
Being three years older than me, Muhammad Zahīr was born in 1946.
Durgesh always teased him that he was born a slave.
“I will fight the election only if I get ticket from BJP.”Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad said gravely.
Muħammad Aqīl laughed.
“She is crazy, Abbū. She knows she can’t win.”
BJP isn’t coming into power, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.” Muhammad Zahīr said patiently.
“I am not claiming that BJP would alone come into power.” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad smiled, “I am talking of NDA.”
“And what about IAC, India Against Corruption?”*

Muħammad Aqīl smiled.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was twenty-eight only, yet she had joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad recently.
His Ammī, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī, was furious.
She never wanted her daughter in law to compete with her in politics.
Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī had successfully defeated her husband, Muhammad Zahīr, usually.
“You are a damn fool, Muhammad Zahīr.” Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī used to smile at him, “You could never understand the so called Indian National Congress has always cheated not only us Musalmīn, it has cheated all of us Indians too.”
“I do agree with Ammījān.” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad interfered entering there.
Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was an ultramodern Musalmān Beauty, a PhD in ‘Modern Musalmān Women’.
Yet, she never supported Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad’s social and political emancipation.
She wanted her to live in the house at least in the thoroughly orthodox traditional way.
Moreover, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was very strict in the matter.
She never allowed Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, her Bahū Begum, her daughter in law, to wear ultramodern dresses in the house.
After all, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was the Lady of the House.
She was a multi millionaire.
Muhammad Zahīr was only a millionaire.
He was actually a retired government official.
Even his million was inherited by him, from his Abbū.*

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad’s sex life was more or less satisfactory.
Muhammad Aqīl used to be out of home on business tours and Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad used to be alone very often.
He was also not so strict and had granted Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad freedom.
As her mother in law also had sex with Durgesh openly, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could experience some sort of freedom.
There were only Muhammad Aqīl, her daughter, her father in law, Muhammad Zahīr, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad and I living together.
Her mother in law Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was interested in active politics.
As she went away to campaign for her Parliamentary seat in the sudden Midterm 2012, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was the only lady in the house and had no one to comment on her.
Then Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad brought changes on her especially in her dressing.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved wearing saree but not covering all her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body parts.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad started wearing sexy and transparent sarees that Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was forbidden before wearing it.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad bought sexy blouses having strings at back that exposed her backs.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved wearing saree below navel.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had sexy, deep and round navel.
Her belly was flat so her navel and belly looked sexy.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved to expose her belly.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had bouncing proud Musalmān boobs and she had noticed men staring at it.
Yet while going out, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad normally wore Shalwār qamīz and simple sarees not that exposing.
While at home, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved to wear sexy sarees.
As Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad wanted to make her sex life with Muhammad Aqīl interesting, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad tried to attract him towards her.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad wore sarees in sexy manner but he didn’t show much interest.
Muħammad Aqīl was more interested in business than he was interested in sex with his immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
Consequently, to her extremely pleasant surprise, instead of Muħammad Aqīl, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad suddenly found, that I was being attracted towards her.*

Kħālidah Ashraf was pleasantly surprised when she saw Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.
“Well, well, well.” Kħālidah Ashraf said, “What a pleasant surprise. I thought you were too angry with me to see me again.”
“Nonsense,” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad smiled, “Where’s Wasīm Kħālidah Ashraf?”
Kħālidah Ashraf looked at Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.
“As if you really don’t know.” her voice was bitter somewhat, “I have seen you with him.”
“Well, I saw Wasīm Kħālidah Ashraf with Durgesh. I was surprised. Nadīm told me Wasīm Kħālidah Ashraf is not as friendly with him anymore as he was once.”
“You have forgiven Durgesh?” Kħālidah Ashraf watched Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad scrutinizing her.
“For what he did with my Ammī, Ibādat Saiyad Åbbās? Never. How the hell can I?”*

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled patiently.
“And, exactly what did Durgesh do with your Ammī, Ibādat Saiyad Åbbās? Will you kindly bother to tell me?”
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad whirled to Kħālidah Ashraf.
“You never told me, Kħālidah, that Kħadījah Muħammad Ammī is also here?”
Kħadījah Muħammad kept smiling.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, Act rationally. Don’t be obsessed with your blind, illogical, irrational and entirely unjustified emotions.”
Kħadījah Muħammad Ammī, please,” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad said suppressing her wrath somewhat; “I don’t want to dishonor you ever in my violent dreams even. I respect you very much.”
“Why?” Kħadījah Muħammad asked still patiently.
She had vowed to herself to be patient in the matter, no matter how unjustified my Musalmān beloveds act.
She knew almost every one of them wanted to revenge me.
Irrationally.
I never told them I’d marry every one of them.
How could I?
I was always honest and sincere to them.
I told them honestly I would not marry them since it would be illegal.
I had a mission of my life.
I couldn’t afford to be illegal ever.
Nevertheless, they wanted me then on any cost whatsoever.
Now, they are trying to revenge me for what was their own mistake, their own illogical, irrational, emotional dreams.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad controlled herself.
“What do you mean ‘why’?”
“Why do you respect me?” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“Well,” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad tried to maintain her composure, “You love Durgesh unconditionally.”
Love never imposes any condition, my child.” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled gracefully, “Love isn’t a business. Durgesh never promised me that he would marry me. In fact, Durgesh not even said to me that he loved me.”
“But he let you rape him, didn’t he?”*

Chapter 2


Mid Term 2012: 1

Mid Term 2012

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Durgesh Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was 28 years old, and married.

She had a 5 years old daughter.

Her husband’s name was Muhammad Aqīl and he was a businessperson.

I was involved in export and import business already.

He joined me.

He had to travel out of the country occasionally.

He rarely took her with him.

They lived with their in laws that were her father in law, mother in law, her husband, her daughter and me.

Her mother in law was strict.

So Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had to live being a good daughter in law.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had to obey her, dress up in traditional way.

She had maintained a strict environment in the house.

So Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had no freedom.

Her father in law was a retired government official.

He was about 65 years old.

But he was not as strict as her mother in law was.

He was open-minded.
So open-minded Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad’s father in law was that when, he lost interest in sex, with his still ravenous wife, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī, he allowed her to have sex with me.

Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was startled,

“What?”

“Why are you so surprised, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī?” Muhammad Zahīr smiled.

“I…I can’t understand you.” Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī said bluntly.

Muhammad Zahīr laughed patiently,

“What do you mean, darling?”

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad blurted,

“You know I loved Durgesh. You know I married you only because Durgesh was your close friend. It provided me opportunity to have Durgesh for me.”

“And I helped you to the extent that I sent Durgesh to you even in our shab-e-ůrosī. You lost even your virginity to your Hindu lover Durgesh. Didn’t you?”

Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was crestfallen.

“You… you did it deliberately?”

“Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī, I loved you.” Muhammad Zahīr said gravely, “But I knew very well, you didn’t love me. You married me only using me as a stepping stone to get Durgesh.”

“You… you knew it?”

“What is so surprising there, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī? You were so obsessed with your love for Durgesh that you never hid it from anyone. You openly announced everywhere that you loved Durgesh. I was not deaf. I was not blind. I was not born yesterday.”

Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī sighed.

“I see. So, you are not jealous of Durgesh?”

Muhammad Zahīr laughed,

“Jealous of Durgesh? He is my best friend. All my real sisters, all my Kħālāzād, Māmūzād and Chachāzād cousins are Durgesh’s Live in relationship Partners. He hasn’t obliged his every friend to this extent. I’m of course very grateful to him.”

“I see.”

“You should have very much earlier, my darling. I never fight where I can’t compete ever.”

“Very smart of you.”

Muhammad Zahīr smiled,

“You don’t need to be sarcastic, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī.”***
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad’s sex life was more or less satisfactory.

Muhammad Aqīl used to be out of home on business tours and Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad used to be alone very often.

He was also not so strict and had granted Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad freedom.

As her mother in law also had sex with Durgesh openly, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could experience some sort of freedom.

There were only Muhammad Aqīl, her daughter, her father in law, Muhammad Zahīr, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad and I living together.

Her mother in law Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was interested in active politics.

As she went away to campaign for her Parliamentary seat in the sudden Midterm 2012, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was the only lady in the house and had no one to comment on her.

Then Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad brought changes on her especially in her dressing.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved wearing saree but not covering all her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body  parts.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad started wearing sexy and transparent sarees that Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was forbidden before wearing it.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad bought sexy blouses having strings at back that exposed her backs.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved wearing saree below navel.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had sexy, deep and round navel.

Her belly was flat so her navel and belly looked sexy.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved to expose her belly.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had bouncing boobs and Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had noticed men staring at it.

But while going out Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad normally wore Shalwār qamīz and simple sarees not that exposing.

While at home Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved to wear sexy sarees.

As Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad wanted to make her sex life with Muhammad Aqīl interesting Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad tried to attract him towards her.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad wore sarees in sexy manner but he didn’t show much interest.

Instead of that, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad suddenly found, to her very much pleasant surprise that I was being attracted towards her.

She suddenly found lots of changes in my attitude.

Though still sophisticated and grave, sI found me now staring at her boobs and ass.

Well, they were not so exposed before.

But, Allah, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad never thought sI could attract even me.

While serving food sI found me secretly trying to look at her belly and navel.

While Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad used to be working at kitchen, I suddenly started  to visit frequently making one reason or other and used to stare at her back as her back used to be exposed as Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad used to wear blouses not enough to cover her back.

At first, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad showed that sI didn’t like it.

I was not only a Hindu, I was even as if tI father of her husband.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad thought not to expose her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body  more.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad felt that the way I looked at her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body  was not good.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad thought that I would stop doing this.

But I started making moves to touch Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.

One day I called Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad in my room.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went there.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was a bit nervous.

Yet Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went there.

I was sitting on the sofa.

I had a silver chain in my hand.

I said,

“Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, I had given order to goldsmith to design this chain. This   is tI ancestral custom here in this house, that the entire daughters in law should be given this type of chain. Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, I should have given on tI day of your marriage but Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, sorry, I had forgotten. Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, I remember it now. Wear it.”

I handed Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad tI chain.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad tried to wear it around her neck.

I laughed and said,

“This   chain is not for wearing around neck, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.”

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad asked,

“Then where should I wear it?”

I smiled,

“This   chain should be tied around the waist. This   is worn around tI belly.”

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was a bit surprised to hear that.

But Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad agreed to do that.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad tried to tie it round tI belly but Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could not.

I interfered,

“Let me help you.”

Before Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could think anything, I dropped her palloo.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was surprised to see that.

Yet, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could not think how to react on it .

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was embarrassed.

Her entire belly and navel was exposed now.

I was sitting on sofa and my handsome Hindu face was at the same height of her beautiful Musalmān navel.

I moved my hand around her extremely beautiful Musalmān waist and tied tI chain.

During this, my Hindu fingers touched her hip belly and gorgeous Musalmān buttocks.

While tying tI chain I had kept my little finger close to her navel. It was trying to enter her navel.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was so nervous, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad felt so tickle that she didn’t know what she should do.

I removed my hand.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad put on the saree palloo.

I said,

“TI chain looks so sexy around your   belly.”

I first time used the word sexy.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was so embarrassed that sI thanked me smiling and went quickly out of room saying that she had some work in the kitchen.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad rushed to her room and locked it.

I should have enjoyed the feeling.

It was the first time I touched Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad and that also her belly.

Next day while Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was serving me food I looked at her and said,

“Where is tI chain, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, I had given you?”

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad replied

“I have it in the room Papa Jī.”

I said,

“You should always wear it. It is the tradition of this house.”

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad thought the reason behind this tradition is to touch tI belly of daughter in laws.

But she didn’t say it.

It was not polite after all.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went to the room and tied it around tI belly.

At the afternoon, I went to her room.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was watching a movie that time.

I sat beside Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad  and asked,

“Is the chain tight?”

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad replied,

“No, Papa Jī, it is not.”

“Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, I think it is tight. “Saying this I brought my hand close to her belly, inserted and pulled the chain by my forefinger.

My forefinger touched her magnificent Musalmān belly.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad felt tickling and shy very much.

I moved my Hindu finger around the side of her extremely beautiful Musalmān waist.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had to tolerate it because Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad didn’t want to make it a great issue.

If Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad said anything to her husband then Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could be taken as negative.

Her husband respected me even more than he respected his real Abbū.

‘It is what happens in the male dominated society’ Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad thought and sighed.

But to her surprise, I started being bold.

One day I phoned a saree shop and ordered 31 beautiful sarees.

I said that they were all for her.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad looked they all were transparent.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad immediately knew my intention behind it.

I wanted to explore her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Then the same day I called a young best female tailor, who was my friend, to take measurements of her blouse and petticoat.

I called Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad in the drawing room.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad did not want to go but Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had to.

Therefore, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went there.

The female tailor started taking the measurements.

I was also present there so I did not miss the chance to have a complete view of her exquisite excellent Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān female assets.

The tailor dropped her palloo to take the measurement of chest.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was embarrassed a bit due to my presence.

Her breast was exposed in front of me.

My eyes were rolling over her exposed belly and navel.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad thought I had lust in my eyes.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was so embarrassed.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad didn’t want to continue but Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had to.

The tailor asked what design the blouse should be of.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad answered simple one and covering lots of her parts.

But I interfered and said to sew it in the ultra-modern stylish way.

The tailor had brought a book of different types of blouses.

I was looking through it.

I found a design and said to sew in that way.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad took the book.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was wondering what my choice was.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was eager to know what I wanted my daughter in law to wear.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was shocked what Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad saw.

I wanted to stitch the blouse that was backless with only strings.

It would expose whole of her back.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was ashamed.

Yet, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could not say anything.

She had already worn that sort of blouse proudly to attract her husband.

I again looked through the book and found another low cut blouse.

It was too low that it was no worth of wearing the blouse.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad disagreed but I forced her to do so.

“You have already worn that too. Haven’t you? I’ve seen you enjoying it with pride. Why are you trying to be so conservative now? It’s alright. I don’t mind it, darling. Never be ashamed of yourself if you feel proud of something. Go ahead and enjoy. I never mind, my dear. I’m not so backward myself.”***

Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī smiled at Mrs Jamīlah Narendrnāth Sharmā.

“Thanks Allah, ultimately Naréndr married you.”

Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā protested immensely,

“Hey, you always teasing bitch, what do you mean? I didn’t want to marry Jamīlah Abul Karīm?”

Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī laughed.

She didn’t reply to Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā.

She smiled at Mrs Jamīlah Narendrnāth Sharmā instead,

“Your husband loved me very much, Jamīlah. I’m sorry I couldn’t respond to him accordingly.”

“I think I must thank you for it.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you would have married Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā I would have perhaps died after Bashārat’s so great a betrayal of me.”

“Nonsense.” Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā pulled Jamīlah Abul Karīm on his lap.

Both of them never minded the presence of Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī.

Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā kissed Jamīlah Abul Karīm on her lips passionately.

Jamīlah Abul Karīm also responded Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā more passionately.

“Hey,” Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī laughed in protest, “Durgesh is not present here. Don’t start fucking her now.”

“Call Durgesh, you idiot.” Jamīlah Abul Karīm unzipped Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā, “I myself would fuck Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā today.”

Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī laughed and called me.

When I reached there, Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā was playing with the nude Jamīlah Abul Karīm’s nude boobs and buttocks.

Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was so turned on that she rushed to me and tore my clothes literally.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā let me undress myself, yaar.”

“To hell with your undressing.” Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī threw away my torn clothes, “You are a multi zillionaire, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Purchase another one. Right now, fuck me you idiot. They both are already fucking each other.”***

The tailor agreed.

She was my friend.

But Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was more surprised when I asked the tailor whether bikini blouse was available. Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was stiff to hear that

I wanted Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad to wear a bikini blouse as Ash had worn in the movie “Mistress of species”.

The tailor said that she would provide it.

I was delighted, as I wanted to see Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad half nude.

The breast measurement was completed.

Then it was the turn of petticoat.

While taking the measurement, I stood up, went near Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, and knelt down.

I said to the tailor that the petticoat should begin at least 6 inches below the navel.

Then I kept my index finger above her saree to show from where the petticoat should begin.

It was just above her pubic hair.

While I touched her in that region that also in front of my own female friend, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was eaten alive.

A current passed through her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body when I touched her above her pubic hair.

Then I rolled my finger up and brought up it to her naked flesh just below her navel.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad felt so tickled that Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad moved a bit and wore the palloo.

Then Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad left the room.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was so surprised to see what happened to her just before. My intentions were clear to Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.

I wanted her to look sexy and expose her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

But that was nothing new.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had already displayed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Wahābī Musalmān body before.

Yes, it was to attract Muhammad Åqīl, her own husband, but all the exposure was already there.

After few days all the blouses and saress were delivered.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad knew that her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was going to be punished and touched by the Hindu hands.

I called Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad in my room.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went and took all the sarees.

I asked Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad to wear them.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could not oppose me.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went to another room and came back after changing.

The blouse was too short revealing almost all her backs.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad didn’t wear bra.

The saree was so transparent it revealed all her tummy.

Saree was 7 inches below her navel just above her pubic hair.

Little of her pubic hair was coming out of the saree.

Her upper portions of boobs were exposed.

Overall, her only thigh portion was properly covered.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went to My room.

I was stunned looking her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could see lust in my eyes.

I asked Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad to turn around to have her all round view.

Then I noticed her pubic hair coming out.

I asked to cut it.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad shamefully replied that she would do it afterwards.

But I stood up, brought my scissors and went towards her.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was frightened.

I bent on my knees and removed her palloo.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was not being able to do anything.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad knew that she had to surrender her sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān body to this ever-young Hindu old man.

I started cutting her pubic hair.

To her immense surprise, instead of shame, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad got very much pleasure.

Her excellent  exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy  was becoming wet and her nipples were betraying Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.

It was too much for her.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad closed her eyes.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was enjoying it very much, though she was scared and cursing herself simultaneously.

Her idiot husband Muhammad Åqīl never did it for her what I was doing.

Allah, yā Allah! How she had dreamt of it.

Her dreams were that her husband was doing it.

Okay, Durgesh had replaced her husband.

So what?

The dreams were still coming true.

Were they not?

Then I suddenly kissed her navel. Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad opened her eyes.

I was kissing her belly.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad moved backward.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad said horrified,

“What are you doing? I am like your   daughter. This   is a sin.”

I smiled gravely,

“This is love, my darling and I love you. I want you. I had been waiting to fuck you. I want to make you my new Musalmān wife. ”

Then I held her palloo and pulled out in such a force that Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad fell down in the floor.

Her saree was gone.

And Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was in blouse and petticoat.

Then I kissed in her forehead then her eyes, then cheeks.

I placed my Hindu lips in her lips.

I was sucking them.

Then I inserted my tongue in her mouth and my tongue was playing with hers.

Then I lifted Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad up and took her to bed.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was not being able to run.

I was such a strong man still now at my sixty-two.

Then Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad cried and pleaded me,

“Please leave me. You shouldn’t do this. Your   son will kill me. Please.”

I said gravely,

“Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, I know you want to have wild animal sex with Muhammad Åqīl but he is not interested. I can give you all what you need very much. He will not know.”

Saying this, I kissed her boobs and tore the blouse.

I was having view of her white juicy boobs.

I stared at them for some time.

“It’s the first time I am looking at your such sexy balls, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.”

Then I hold her nipple with my index finger and thumb.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad moaned,

Ahhhhhhhhhh.

Then I bit and made her boobs wet by licking them.

Then I went down to her belly.

I kissed, licked and bit her stomach.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was feeling immense pleasure.

It had been a long time since Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was being bitten like that.

Tears fell down her eyes.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad couldn’t believe that an old Hindu man was punishing the body of wife of his own Musalmān son.

I was doing such a thing with Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.

Thinking this Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad cursed herself and me too.

However, it was a fact that Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was enjoying it too very much.

Then I reached her navel.

I made a circular movement in the circumference of her navel and then I inserted my finger in it.

I tickled her inner skin of her navel.

It was giving Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad such a pleasure that Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad frequently lifted her head and then lay down.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was biting her lips.

Then I untied the knots of her petticoat.

I slightly moved it down and kept it just above her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was all wet. it was the proof how much Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was really enjoying my activities.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad wanted me now inside, but she couldn’t ask me for it due to immense shame.

Yet the lust was more immense.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad bit her lower lip.

Why the old Hindu idiot is not fucking her already?

Why does he wasting the immensely precious time?

I kissed Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad just below her navel and continued up to the upper end of petticoat just above her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

It was unbearable pleasure for Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad kept her eyes shut.

Then I pulled her petticoat completely.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was now in bra and panty.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was now breathing heavily and she was unaware of the surroundings.

Yet Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was enjoying it immensely.

Then I got up.

I took out my digital camera.

Then I took her pictures in just bra and panty.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was not willing to protest.

I took pics from various angels.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad just kept watching me raping her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body with the camera.

Then I took off my clothes.

I took out my underwear.

It was the first time Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was looking me completely nude.

My Uncut Hindu Dick was about 8 inch long where as her Musalmān husband’s was only 2 inch long.

Allah, four times longer!

What a Prick!

What an Uncut Hindu Prick!

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was both excited and horrified to look at its size.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad knew that this   Hindu monster is about to invade her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad felt so ashamed of her own appreciation of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Again remembering that Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was in bed with the Hindu father of her husband, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad cried and closed her eyes.

Then I went towards Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.

I took off her bra.

Now Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had only her panty with her.

My hands were crushing her soft boobs and I was even biting them.

Then I said Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad to sit up.

Then I told her to open her mouth.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was shocked to see that I was trying to insert my Uncut Hindu Dick in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad didn’t know about this.

Her husband never did it with her.

I forcefully inserted my Uncut Hindu Dick in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Yet, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was horrified to realize that she herself sucking it now ravenously.

No, she was not feeling herself degraded or raped.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was enjoying it instead very much.

She was sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund so greedily and so ravenously that she couldn’t believe Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad herself was doing it.

She looked at me.

What my own reaction was to her Musalmān assault on my Uncut Hindu Lund?

Allah, yā Allah! The role was reversed now.

Now it was Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad assaulting my Uncut Hindu Lund with her immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and I was enjoying it immensely with my handsome Hindu eyes closed.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad wanted to remove her mouth from my Uncut Hindu Lund.

But she found herself quite incapable to that.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth refused to obey her.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad assaulted my Uncut Hindu Lund more fiercely as if taking revenge for not invading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth even earlier.

Why so late?

Why so late?

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad sucked me for hours.

And ultimately Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was rewarded.

I blasted my Hindu Vīrý into her extremely beautiful young Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad’s young ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth greeted it immensely and gulped all of it as if it was not her first time of gulping my Hindu Vīrý, she was doing it as if since decades already.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad couldn’t believe her own ears when she heard herself thanking me gratefully indebted.

“It’s alright my darling. My pleasure it is. Don’t mention it ever.”

Then I pushed Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad down and went to her panty.

I kissed her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy over the panty.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad moaned ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

It was so pleasant and unbearable.

I kissed her milky thighs from toe to panty.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had closed her thighs so close.

I parted them, pulled her panty down  and Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was completely nude now  in front of her Hindu father in law.

I came down and kissed her lips.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad moaned.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad cried heavily.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was not kissed in that part before.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was biting her lips.

Then Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad arched her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Then I kissed it.

My Hindu lips were playing with her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went wild after such a pleasure.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was crying and shouting.

“Please stop it. I can’t bear it anymore.”

But Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was also saying that ‘choomo mérī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot.’

Then Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was  trying to insert my  Uncut Hindu Dick  in her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy herself .

I smiled.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad felt to stop it.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad said,

“That’s enough.”

But it was too late and that 8-inch Hindu monster went deep inside.

It travelled deepest inside Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad moved in back and forth motion herself.

It was too much for me too.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad let a deep yell.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!.

I was humping Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad hard now.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was encouraging me shamelessly,

“Yessssssssssss! Yessssssssssss! Please fuck me. Please fuck me Durgesh darling! Please fuck me immensely. I’m ravenous. My Musalmān husband is impotent. You are a Hindu. Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Chodo mujhé. Chodo mujhé. Please fuck me.”

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was kissing me madly on my Hindu lips.

I fucked Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad nonstop for seven days and nights.

We changed positions but Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad never allowed me to pull out my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot completely.

“You are my real husband Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Thanks for fucking me so much wildly. I needed it. I needed it very much.”

Ultimately I blasted my Hindu Vīrý into Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot deepest.

Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad wrapped her nude young Musalmān thighs around my nude Hindu waist pulling me to herself as much as she could.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad said shamelessly, now kissing me on my lips with her every ‘Thank you’.

Revised Version

Chapter 2