The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-43

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

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Chapter 43

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar

Durgesh Al Asmā Al Salmān

Durgesh Al Asmā Al SalmānNādirah Åzīm called out as her husband and I walked into the kitchen.

“Okay, boys, I’m heading out now!”

“I’ll see you later, honey.” Nādirah Åzīm said, kissing Muħammad Raħmān as she began to step out the door.

Before she walked out, she turned to me:

“And you, ever young Hindu man. You better not get into trouble with my extremely beautiful naughty Musalmān lady friends while we’re gone tonight. They are sex starved and they may drain you out of your so called infinite Hindu sexual prowess even. I don’t prohibit you to satisfy them sexually if they need it. Nevertheless I’ve warned you how ravenous they are sexually. Watch yourself not to be drained out completely.”

Muħammad Raħmān laughed,

“Hey, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, you are warning my Hindu stepfather as if you yourself need his skills after you return.”

Nādirah Åzīm smiled teasingly at her naughty husband.

“Maybe your joke come true sometimes, Muħammad Raħmān. Don’t kid me thus every now and then. I know you believe Durgesh and I too have extramarital affair despite our constant denials.”

Muħammad Raħmān laughed.

“I can’t believe Durgesh is so available to you and you are still loyal to me.”

“Are you impotent?” Nādirah Åzīm teased him.

“You know I’m not.” Muħammad Raħmān smiled, “Nevertheless, I’m not Durgesh after all. He is the Sex god, everyone believes it.”

Nādirah Åzīm didn’t reply Muħammad Raħmān.

She turned to me once more,

“We might not come back until very late or early tomorrow morning.”

“I know, I know, Nādirah Åzīm.” I started, “I’ll just be here serving your needy beautiful Musalmān lady friends. However, they aren’t ravenous. Their husbands leave them ravenous.”

“Okay, my over human Hindu stepfather in law, you are already called the Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt. They claim we entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are having sex with you actually, however much we deny it. Nobody believes us even a bit. It’s all right. Enjoy them. They really need sex from you. Their husbands don’t take care of them optimum sexually.”

“Because they suspect them.”

“And aren’t they right? Don’t my entire beautiful Musalmān lady friends ravenously have sex with you?”

I smiled,

“Nādirah Åzīm, if their husbands had provided them it they would have never needed me.”

“Why don’t you tell them it? Aren’t they your own friends? They pay you monthly heavy amounts as your Sex Therapy sessions with their extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān wives. Isn’t it a fact that they never want their wives cured? They actually want to get rid of them sexually.”

“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.”

“Isn’t it a fact that today Musalmīn are tired of Islam actually? They have surrendered completely to the present materialistic western culture? They don’t want to waste their precious time in worthless sexual activities with their wives. They want to earn money instead. Their sexual responsibilities to their wives are burden for them. That’s why they have friendship with you.”

“Nādirah Åzīm,”

“You are not Sex Therapist for your filthy rich Musalmān friends actually.” Nādirah Åzīm blurted out furiously, “They call you that to deceive you. Actually they use you as an extremely successful Hindu male prostitute for their over sexy Musalmān houseladies. Isn’t it true? Tell me you don’t understand it. You aren’t that foolish yourself. Isn’t it?”

Muħammad Raħmān held her hand.

“It’s alright, Nādirah Åzīm. Our entire present social system is rotten absolutely now. It’s true cure is Islam. But there isn’t true Islam anywhere itself. Instead of fighting with non Muslims for Årab Imperialism if we Musalmīn…”

“Let me tell your over human Hindu stepfather that he must never think his filthy rich Musalmān friends are innocent. They are not. They want their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives to have extramarital sex with Durgesh so that they are free to do their corporate business more successfully. I hate these hypocrisy oriented swines.”

Muħammad Raħmān smiled at me,

“Sorry, Dad. She is angry now. You know she respects you but she can’t bear your hypocrite Musalmān friends.”

I smiled.

“I understand, Muħammad Raħmān. My plans were canceled at the last minute anyway. By the way, where were you guys going again?”
“We’ll be at Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s. She’s hosting a party with a bunch of people you may or may not know. Nothing you need to worry about, I guess.” Nādirah Åzīm said flatly. “Now goodbye, sweetie. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, she headed out the door.

I smiled sarcastically.

Nādirah Åzīm wasn’t so innocent herself as she tried to appear to everyone.

Why the hell otherwise she called me ‘sweetie’?

I was her father in law step or else.

I wasn’t her junior or equal even.

She never accepted me her father in law.

She still respected Muħammad Raħmān’s real father, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās.

Nādirah Åzīm thought I snatched away his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives from her otherwise innocent father in law, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās.

Al Muħammad Al Åbbās was a sophisticated innocent multimillionaire that was too ethical to understand his wives sexual needs.

I took advantage of his generosity and fucked his entire extremely beautiful Musalmān wives one by one.

She could not understand why Al Muħammad Al Åbbās and Al Muħammad Al Raħmān both thought I was innocent and their immensely loyal family friend.

“He is fucking your entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies one by one and you still think he is your utmost loyal family friend?”

Muħammad Raħmān smiled.

“You don’t know anything. Durgesh Dad isn’t fucking our entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Our entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are fucking Durgesh Dad instead. If Durgesh Dad isn’t keeping it secret…”

“What secret?” Nādirah Åzīm blurted out furiously, “What is secret there? Your youngest sister, Al Sāmiyah Al Raħmān’s eighteenth birthday hasn’t too old to forget. Durgesh inaugurated your sister. She celebrated inaugural honeymoon with Durgesh for complete one year. In that inaugural party didn’t Durgesh fuck every beautiful Musalmān lady invited there? Didn’t he fuck your beautiful Musalmān houseladies too with immense fanfare openly? Even the videos were prepared of the entire celebration and released with great pride. ‘Durgesh inaugurates Al Sāmiyah Al Raħmān at her eighteenth birthday, the youngest family member of Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family’. What is secret there I say?”

Muħammad Raħmān watched his twenty-eight years old extremely beautiful wife with immense sarcasm.

“And what about your own younger sister’s birthday? Didn’t Durgesh Dad inaugurate your younger sister Al Saħar Al Åzīm too? Didn’t your Abbū Åzīm Sāħab himself arranged for her inaugural honeymoon with Durgesh Dad? If our family does something it’s wrong and if your family does the same thing it’s right?”

“Certainly not.” Nādirah Åzīm said coldly, “I couldn’t stop Abbū in  Al Saħar’s event but did I let my Abbū to inaugurate myself? Did I too celebrate my inaugural honeymoon with your Durgesh Dad?”

Muħammad Raħmān could not answer it.*

 

His parents were going to a Halloween party at their friend’s house, and his Ammī had left early to help get set up.

They were apparently going her friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s from work, and my head immediately shot to images of Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān who came over almost every week and I knew pretty well.

This Nādirah Åzīm’s friend was an absolute bombshell.

She was in her 30s, but she was incredibly fit and she was one of the hottest Musalmān women I’d ever recently met.

She was average height but she had killer Musalmān tits and an ass gorgeous Musalmān to die for.

I’d imagined fucking her many times over the course of our acquaintance, and every time I met her, she winked at me, seemingly knowing something I didn’t.

I walked upstairs to my room, trying to picture what slutty costume she’d be wearing for Halloween, dreaming about one day being able to hit that.

She was married, though.

“Too bad,” I thought to myself.

I was set for a pretty interesting day with Nādirah Åzīm’s beautiful Musalmān lady friends, and reserved myself to messing around in my room, when after a few hours, I heard the phone ring.

I walked out of my room to get the phone, when the ringing stopped.

I stepped down the stairs and saw Muħammad Raħmān had answered it. I overheard what Muħammad Raħmān was saying.

“Are you sure you need me?” Muħammad Raħmān asked the voice on the phone, probably some work friend on the phone.

“Yeah, you’re right. That’s a pretty big account. We can’t afford to have anything happen. I’ll come down there tonight. Just let me get my things in order. I can be there in a few hours.” He continued, replying to a voice I couldn’t hear.

Apparently Muħammad Raħmān’s work needed him for something.

Muħammad Raħmān hung up the phone and turned around, seeing me on the staircase.

“Dad! There you are!” he said, walking toward me.

“What’s up, Muħammad Raħmān?” I asked, wondering what had happened.

“Oh, nothing. A client got cold feet and wants to be rewalked through everything. I have to go down to the property in Copperopolis. It’s a few hours away. I probably won’t be back until late tomorrow night.”

“Oh nonsense, really? That sucks… What about your party with Nādirah Åzīm?” I asked, wondering what he planned to do.

“Yeah, about that. I was gonna ask you if you’d go for me and tell your over ethical immensely conservative Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter in law, your Bahū Bégum, that claims she is too ethical to have sex even with you the supreme successful Sex Therapist nowadays. Haha. She is crazy. She thinks I really believe it. Even if she is really as foolish as she really never enjoy the unique sexual bliss only you can provide I don’t think you too are as a damn fool as to leave her without fucking until now. She is herself too beautiful to leave her without. Go fuck her and tell her  I couldn’t come. I know she’ll just wanna leave if she has to be there by herself, but I could tell she was looking forward to it. Would you mind going there for me, and staying for a bit so she can enjoy herself? I know it’s Nādirah Åzīm’s friends and it’s kind of a drag, but you’d be doing me a huge favor.” Muħammad Raħmān explained.*

Asmā Salmān  reached down and rubbed my Uncut Hindu Dick, “”Well the boys have all left for the airport to get back for their finals and the wedding party is either passed out drunk in their rooms or…:otherwise occupied. It’s just you me and Saåīdah Zāfar who’s over there, helping the DJ pack up. We have to get all the wedding gifts home.”

Asmā Salmān gestured to the mountainous stack of brightly wrapped boxes of all shapes and sizes that overflowed the two gift tables we had set up.

I looked at the stack of presents and nodded.

“Yeah, I don’t think they’ll all fit in the Mercedes. Maybe we should have brought the Land Rover.”

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife refrained from saying I told you so, but isn’t quite able to keep the smug look off her face.

However, if we had brought the Land Rover, I would be sober, or we would be spending the night in the hotel, since she refuses to drive it.

“Saåīdah Zāfar, stop flirting with him, and get over here.”, I shouted across the room at my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, who was still wearing her bridesmaid dress, making her look a lot older than her tender age of 18 years.

The dress was a bright crimson floor length gown, with a slit up the left leg that stopped just short of paradise.

The bodice was strapless, sleeveless with a deep V, and it squeezed and lifted making even the smallest bust look mouth watering.

The gown had rhinestones encircling the waist, creating the illusion of a belt.

Where the buckle would normally be was a large circle, reminiscent of the sun, with rhinestone rays fanning out drawing my eyes to the exposed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān flesh of the wearer.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān,  told me the dress was so tight none of the bridesmaids could wear even the skimpiest of thongs, without having unsightly lines ruining the look.

I was very excited about that, until I realized my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter would also be going commando.

When I first saw the dress, the bodice and upper part of the skirt looked to be painted on, and then it flared out big enough to hide a person underneath. It was so tight and form fitting, that I asked my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān,  if it was painted on.

“No, silly, it warps around the wearer and there are several bra type fasteners to hold it closed. When it’s not wrapped around a body, it opens to be the size of a blanket.

“Durgesh!” Saåīdah Zāfar cried in whiny teenage voice.

She handed the DJ a piece of paper.

She walked over to me.

Before she could voice her complaint to me about being embarrassed, I told her,

“Go to the front desk and ask them to send a couple of bellhops in here with a few luggage racks, then show them what to load.”

Turning to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, I said, “Pull the car up the side door down the hall, so we don’t have to walk across the entire hotel. That should save time. Meanwhile I need to change.”

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, turned and left as I picked up my gym bag.

Durgesh, why didn’t you tell me to bring a change of clothes?” Saåīdah Zāfar asked.

“Because I figured you’d be going home with the DJ.” I reply teasing her.

“Durgesh!” she said as I walked away laughing.

It was harder than I thought to get out of a tuxedo and into a pair of gym shorts and tee shirt when My Uncut Hindu Prick is rocking my world.

I finished the task, without setting any speed records, and then headed out to meet my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, to load the car.

Damn Al Muħammad Al Zāfar.

Sālā Badmåsh.

He left his wife and daughter to me because he had to attend a very important business meeting.

“But Zāfar,” I started to protest.

But he winked at me,

“You are my family Sex Therapist. Your Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān is your client. She is your responsibility now, not mine.”

I slapped him playfully.

 

As I walked by the bar, I stopped in and ordered three coffees to go.

It was already 1 a.m. and we had a two-hour drive home.

Moreover, I knew if my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, or I fell asleep, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, would be pissed.

If she fell asleep, we’d be dead.

When I arrived, there was already a huge pile of gifts to load.

“Thank God I played a lot a lot of Tetris” I joked to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān,  as I began to carefully load the gifts to make sure nothing was damaged.

After almost 40 minutes of loading the car, all the gifts were packed in but only the driver and front passenger seat were left open.

One package was tall and long but thin, and it separated the driver and passenger seats leaving only a few inches open close to the roof.

“Good job genius, now we have two seats for three people.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said condescendingly. “Where’s Saåīdah Zāfar going to sit?”

I stood up stretching my back and looked to see if there was any way to shift things around to free up just one more seat.

Throwing up my hands in despair, I told My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān,  “There’s no way to fit her in the car.”

“How about we tie some stuff to the roof?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said.

I shook my head.

“I don’t know what’s in the boxes and I don’t want anything damaged before it’s unwrapped.”

One of the bellhops who had been helping,..

Well, truth be told he was staring at My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, and daughter, more than helping,

But I really couldn’t blame him.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was still one sexy lady, especially for a mom of a 5 extremely beautiful daughters, the oldest being 25.

Hell she always is carded when her daughters go out for drinks.

And my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, his beautiful daughter. She always was an attractive girl, but during her teen years, she blossomed into a real heartthrob.

She was 5’4” and I swore 3′ of that was legs.

She had an hourglass figure with 10 extra minutes just to make sure.

She had been asked several times to be a model by talent scouts, but she wanted to use her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān brains, not her equally excellent beautiful Musalmān body.

During the planning for the wedding I overheard My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān,  told the dress maker her measurements, 36B-24-36, and I remember thinking My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter is built like a brick shit house, and was never  ashamed.

Well, why the hell should I?

The truth was the truth after all.

Al Muħammad Al Zāfar was more an ultramodern Westerner than he was a Musalmān.

Damn the bastard.

Then I saw her in this dress.

I was jealous of every person who has to see my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter in this dress, because they could all imagine stripping it off her young sexy body and doing things to her no father should ever know about.

“What did you say?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked the bellboy bringing me out of my reverie.
“When my parents helped me move to college, he said, “we had a similar problem. There wasn’t enough room in the car for mom Dad and me. So I drove and mom rode on my father’s lap.”

“Wasn’t it weird to have your mom sit on your father’s lap when you were present and driving the car…?” Saåīdah Zāfar asked the young man, pausing for his name.

“Ħamīd”, he offered his hand smiling at her in a way that made me want to punch him in his face. “Not really, it was actually one of the best road trips I’ve ever taken. It brought mom and Dad closer than ever before.”

His smile was really beginning to creep me out, so I stepped in front of Saåīdah Zāfar and said,

“Well, that won’t work. My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, needs to drive, so she can’t sit on Saåīdah Zāfar’s lap.”

“Maybe Saåīdah Zāfar could drive and Your Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān could sit on your lap.”

“That would work, if Saåīdah Zāfar hadn’t failed her driving test four times.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told Ħamīd.

“I guess there’s only one solution.” Ħamīd said.

Ħamīd probably wouldn’t have suggested it if his brain wasn’t being preserved in alcohol. “Missy…Mom…Ma’am …” Ħamīd must have been drunker than I thought.

He wasn’t even sure what to call my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife,

“Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān drives and Saåīdah Zāfar sits on my lap.” I completed his sentence furiously.

“EWWW Durgesh…” she cried at the suggestion.

“Look honey…” I started to say, wanting to get my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter away from the drunken leeches that were coming back from the local bars and leering at her, as they slowly walked into the hotel, but Ħamīd interrupted.

“Saåīdah Ma’am, I felt the same way. But by the time the ride was over, my mom and my father were closer than ever. They visit me at least once a week, and I look forward to their visits. I’m sure it’ll do the same thing for you and Durgesh Sir.”

“Fuck it, I’m tired and want to get this dress off and get to bed. Let’s go.” Saåīdah Zāfar shouted.

Ħamīd gave me another of his creepy smiles as I got into the passenger seat and patted my lap for my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter to join me.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, got in the car and started it up.

Looking over at her, I could barely see the top of her head over the package.

Once my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter was settled in my lap, I reached out to shut the door, and I heard Ħamīd said,

“Have fun, Sir.” and then winked at me.

“What the fuck, is he queer,” I wondered as I shut the door.

We drove off into the night as I struggled to get the seat belt over us.

I was having trouble because a pillow was stopping me from putting the tab into the buckle.

I was about to say something when I realized that the pillow was actually my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughters breast.

I froze in place not sure what to do.

Saåīdah Zāfar sat there not moving, as I let go of the seat belt realizing there was no way it would reach around two bodies.

Then the thought occurred to me that her knees must be pressed into the dashboard, so I reached under the seat to slide it back, forgetting about her dress.

All I found was a smooth soft supple leg as my hand got tangled in the material of the dress.

“Are you two okay over there?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, called out as we pulled onto the fairly empty interstate.

“Yeah Ammī, we’re fine.” Saåīdah Zāfar said with some amusement in her voice.

“How about you, honey, are you okay?” she asked me.

Saåīdah Zāfar twisted to look at me as I tried to formulate a reply and untangle my hand from her dress at the same time.

“I think Durgesh’s going nighty nice”, Saåīdah Zāfar said winking at me.

I felt her spread her legs a bit wider, and I was finally able to free my hand, but I was sure at some point I was rubbing her smooth Just eighteen Just Adult Musalmān thigh.

“He better not, we still have to unload the car when we get home, and you know Durgesh. Once asleep nothing will wake him up.”

“I’m awake,” I said, “just lost in thought.”

“If either of you need a break, let me know. And I can stop in a rest area. Otherwise I plan on driving straight through.” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān said.

Suddenly the car swerved to avoid something in the road, and Saåīdah Zāfar in her silk dress was sliding all over my lap.

The friction of her young adult Musalmān body on that part of mine, had the expected results.

“Don’t you dare…” I thought as Uncut Hindu Cock started coming to life.

Saåīdah Zāfar started to rock her hips, to get back into a comfortable position, which increased the attention my trouser snake was paying to the situation.

I groaned in annoyance as she planted her young Musalmān ass cheeks right on my now half erect Uncut Hindu Cock.

I tried to shift my hips so her body wouldn’t be rubbing against me, which only caused more rubbing.

Durgesh, what’s that, it wasn’t there before?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter asked.

“What’s what honey?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān,  asked.

“It’s nothing darling.”, I said not wanting My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, or daughter to know I was getting a hard on.

To My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, I said, “I had something in my pocket that was making Saåīdah Zāfar uncomfortable. If she lifts up off me for a second, I can fix it.

Saåīdah Zāfar pushed herself up off my Hindu male lap causing the split in her gown to open wider and expose a generous expanse of her smooth Musalmān thigh.

I wasn’t shocked at how tan and toned her thigh was, however.

I had enjoyed millions of them already, and still enjoying.

My Bhogchakr managed to produce always such conditions.

Holding herself up I could easily see the muscles in her leg supporting her.

That wasn’t what I needed to see at that time, it just encouraged me to grow some more.

Grateful for the way her gown draped over my lap, I slid my hands into my shorts and forced my swollen Uncut Hindu Dick to rest between my legs.

Before the adjustment was complete, one of her hands slipped and she collapsed onto me.

Her ass could feel my hand and her head whipped around to look at me realizing that the lump she felt was the one that was visiting her mother’s womb nowadays for her Sex Therapy.

Her skin turned as red as her dress and she stopped moving trapping my hand in my shorts, holding my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Umm Saåīdah Zāfar…” I said not sure what to say in this situation.

She quickly lifted herself up letting me free my hand, but my Uncut Hindu Dick was still pressing into her derriere.

Instead of trying to position herself for minimal contact, she seemed to be intentionally using her gorgeous Musalmān ass to encourage it to grow more.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā.

What a family.

She too was enjoying it instead of being embarrassed.

I sat there trying to be a good family friend and Sex Therapist  as she rubbed my Uncut Hindu Cock impishly deliberately through our clothes.

She spread her legs even wider so I could see almost her entire leg.

My Uncut Hindu Dick was beginning to throb under her, and Saåīdah Zāfar gasped as it started to poke up into her soft round Musalmān globes of flesh.

Saåīdah Zāfar had been sitting mostly upright this whole time, but now that my Uncut Hindu Dick and her gorgeous Musalmān ass were getting so well acquainted, she leaned back against me, and at that Moment, I realized that the gown was not designed to protect modesty.

Looking down over her shoulder, I could clearly see the swell of her breasts and even part of her areola.

That was all it took.

My Uncut Hindu Dick sprang and became rather insistent that it be freed.

My hands involuntarily wrapped around her waist.

Saåīdah Zāfar smiled at her victory, took my right hand in hers and put it on her inner thigh under the gown.

When I felt the forbidden flesh, I bent my head down and took a deep breath of her sweet smelling hair as my Hindu male body began to react like a man’s body instead of a family friend’s.

My hand started to rub and caress her beautiful smooth Musalmān  thigh, as my mouth found her neck and began to kiss it.

“Mmmm” she moaned as I lightly nipped her tender skin.

She offered no resistance so far, even though part of her brain was screaming that this is not something a family friend should be doing to his friend’s daughter, but a bigger part of her was saying shut the fuck up and see how far you can go with this sexy young adult Musalmān teenager.

My hand moved up her thigh, and I could feel the heat from her unprotected little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

My Hindu male body shuddered in pleasure.

Saåīdah Zāfar brought both her hands to her chest and began to squeeze her breasts.

I was encouraged by watching her.

I slid my hand up and found her pussy.

I was shocked it was so wet, and I started to caress it with my fingers.

“Ohh, that’s so nice Durgesh, please don’t stop.” Saåīdah Zāfar moaned as I found her distended Musalmān clit and began to rub it.

“What feels nice?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked.

“Durgesh is massaging me, and it feels wonderful. I don’t want him to stop.” Saåīdah Zāfar said as she took my other hand and placed it on her soft firm breast.

“You better give me a massage when we get home, buster, or you won’t be getting what you want.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, teased me as we continued down the interstate.

“I will honey. I will.” I replied as my hand freed my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s right tit from her gown.

I just sit there mesmerized at the view of her perky young Musalmān tit flesh.

“You guys know I’m here, right?” Saåīdah Zāfar said. “I really don’t want to know about your bedroom stuff. That’s gross.”

I chuckled as I began to rub her exposed nipple, and My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān,  replied “Oh grow up Saåīdah Zāfar! Sex between two people who love each other is natural and normal, as you’ll learn one day.”

“Oh, I’ve had sex Ammī.”, My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter announced, as she pulled down her top freeing her other breast for me to play with, “I just don’t want to picture you two fucking.”

“Fair enough,” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said her voice strained, “Durgesh is our family Sex Therapist.

 

I knew her well enough to tell she was shocked that Saåīdah Zāfar wasn’t a virgin, and she was going to let the subject drop for now.

She would wait until she was alone with Saåīdah Zāfar and not so tired and then there would be hell to pay.

I felt no such restraint.

“You’re not a Virgin?” I asked in shock as I slid a finger into her pussy.

I was feeling mixed emotions at the Moment,

I was upset that some dirty nasty boy had used My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter for his pleasure, but on the other hand, it meant that maybe, just maybe she wasn’t a cock tease and I just might get to fuck her.

“OH Durgesh be real. I haven’t been a virgin since 9th grade.”

My Uncut Hindu Cock leapt in joy on hearing these words, and I slipped two fingers into her pussy, feeling her juices begin to freely flow. “So you’re a little slut.” I said teasing her as I pinched one nipple and then the other.

“No Durgesh, not a slut, just a Musalmān woman who loves a nice hard Uncut Hindu Cock  in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.”

I could feel the atmosphere in the car change with those words.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān,  got very tense and stopped speaking.

Saåīdah Zāfar had basically invited me to fuck her, and to let her know I accepted, I pushed a third finger into her folds and began to finger fuck her.

As we drove down the highway in silence, I kept fingering her and playing with her exposed tits.

“What’s that Hindu Sex Therapist of mine doing?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked in her pissed bitch tone.

I yanked my hands off my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter cautious that somehow she had seen what I was doing.

I was trying to form a reply but Saåīdah Zāfar beat me too it.

“What Ammī?”

“The 18 wheeler next to us. He’s been pacing us for a few miles and it’s making me nervous.”

I looked out my window and sure enough, there’s a tractor-trailer right next to us.

I look up at the long bearded Musalmān driver who gave me a thumbs up and a big smile.

I realized he’s been watching my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and I fool around.

“I think he noticed your daughter, especially the way the gown enhances her.” I said to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.

 

Saåīdah Zāfar blushed when she realized she’s not only exposed to me but to any other travelers on the road.

Hurriedly she covered her breasts and tried to push my hand out of her dripping wet Musalmān pussy.

“Fucking pervert.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said and slammed on the brakes to let him pass us.

Then she moved behind the truck to protect her daughter’s modesty.

“I’m going to pull over at the next rest stop. Let him get a few miles ahead of us, and I need to use the restroom.”

“Okay dear.” I said, “I can stretch my legs.”

We pull into a rest area.

The truck side was packed full of big rigs, but the car area was empty.

No one was moving around.

We had the place to ourselves.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, parked the car and shut it off.

I pulled my hand out of my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and she adjusted her gown to hide her leg.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, walked over to our side of the car, opened the car door and helped Saåīdah Zāfar out.

I climbed out with a groan, not realizing how stiff my legs had gotten.

“I’m going to take a walk and work out the kinks in my legs” I said, my face reddening at my words.

I hoped it escaped notice since we had parked in a dark area of the rest area.

“I’ll walk with Durgesh.” Saåīdah Zāfar said taking my hand in hers.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, nodded, turned and headed towards the bathrooms.

Saåīdah Zāfar led me deeper into the shadows, without a word squatted down, and pulled out my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She looked at it gently stroking it and I leaned back letting her.

She kissed the tip, then took the whole thing into her young beautiful adult Musalmān mouth and began to give me one of the most erotic blowjobs I ever experienced recently.

She wasn’t all that talented, but being half in the bag, combined with the multiple taboos made it so much better.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter made up for in enthusiasm what she lacked in experience.

I thought my Uncut Hindu Lund was hard before.

I was wrong.

It was stiff before, now it was hard.

I didn’t want to waste my load in her mouth.

I pulled myself out of her warm mouth and pulled her up.

I kissed her as I had never kissed any Musalmān woman recently since my Sex Therapy honeymoon. With her Ammī, my Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.

Decades of pent up passion were focused in this kiss.

The duel our tongues fought made the sword fight between Inigo Montoya and the Dread Pirate Roberts look like a square dance.

Regrettably, I broke the kiss and spun Saåīdah Zāfar around, so she could lean up against the wall.

I squatted down and with my hands, I pulled open her dress at the split.

I pulled it up so that her Just eighteen Just Adult young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was exposed to the cool night air and my intense Hindu gaze.

It was the cutest most perfect Just eighteen Just Adult young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot I had ever seen recently.

Wonderful.

Almost every day now, I was inaugurating millions of Just eighteen Just Adult new Musalmān Cunts.

Still Saåīdah Zāfar’s Just eighteen Just Adult young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was wonderful.

I, even the utmost experienced utmost successful Sex Therapist couldn’t deny it.

I couldn’t resist.

I buried my face in My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s sopping wet Musalmān pussy and began to kiss it all over.

She groaned out loud as my Uncut Hindu Lund  began to probe her young Musalmān folds and explore the most intimate part of her body.

The clacking of heels on cement announced My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s imminent arrival and our probable getting caught. But I just couldn’t stop now.*

 

Chapter 44

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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 Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-40

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

Previous  Chapters

Chapter 40

Durgesh Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb

Durgesh Al Tawaħīd Al Islam

I am not a sailor and I had never been more than a mile from shore in my life until my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said she wanted a month’s vacation on the Gulf of Mexico.

Now when it comes to my little princess, it is hard to say,

“NO I do not want to go”.

Muħammad Åbdullah allowed his wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb, to have sex with me, because he wasn’t interested in sex, at all, anymore.

I felt embarrassed in fucking a lady I called Bhābhījān sometimes.

“Nonsense,” Muħammad Åbdullah said, “Al Jāsiyah is still young, Durgesh, méré Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Bahnoī. She still needs sex very much. I can’t afford to divorce her.”

“But I called her Bhābhījān.” I protested.

“What the hell difference does it make? You follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Don’t you?”

“Don’t try to take advantage of my Īmān, Muħammad Åbdullah.” I said somewhat angrily, “I’m not a Panjvaqtah Namāzī, I accept. Nevertheless, I have an ever-indomitable Īmān on the Kħātimul Rasal, Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Nabī Ākħiruzzamān, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Nevertheless, he never had sex with any of his friend’s wife he used to call Bhābhījān.”

Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam  never had sex out of wedlock.” Muħammad Åbdullah said gravely, “Yet you do. Don’t you?”

I had to surrender ultimately when Muħammad Åbdullah told me,

“Al Jāsiyah has consented not to have Kħul’å from me only if you consent to provide her as much sex as she needs.”

I twisted to Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.

“Bhābhījān,”

“Shut up,” Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān interrupted me, “You idiot, Am I not beautiful?”

“Of course, you are beautiful, Bhābhījān. You are extremely beautiful. But I never saw you with sexual intention in my mind.”

Al Jāsiyah Bhābhījān smiled.

“That’s why I call you an idiot, Durgesh. I never saw you platonically.”

I was stunned.

“Bhābhījān.”

“You are the only man I loved sexually in my entire life. Not Muħammad Åbdullah.”

I was dumbfounded.

“And…and you never told me?”

“Nope!” she contradicted me vehemently, “I always told you. But you never believed me.”

“Bhābhījān, I always thought you were only kidding me.” I said quite offended.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān laughed sarcastically.

“You are forgetting Durgesh, that you enjoyed shab-e-ůrosī with me when Muħammad Åbdullah married me, not Muħammad Åbdullah.”

“I thought that was your madness for me. Once you’d have your honeymoon with me you’d forget me and would be ever loyal to my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah.”

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān again laughed sarcastically.

“After our tremendous wild honeymoon for complete one year? Are you crazy?”

“Bhābhījān,”

“You always tried to stop sex with me. Yet I never allowed doing it. Didn’t I?”

“You never loved Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked her gravely.

“He is a damn fool.” Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān laughed open heartedly, “He married me even while I told him I love you and none else. He was too obsessed with my divine mesmerizing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty that he accepted to be cuckolded to us both and even to the extent that he cleaned me licking my sexual organs after I have sex with you. You think any sane Musalmān woman can love such an impotent ever?”

There was immense venom for Muħammad Åbdullah in her voice.

“You never understood why the hell Muħammad Åbdullah allowed his every beautiful Musalmān houselady to have sex with you. You thought he is making sacrifices for you. You idiot, he does nothing of the sort. Actually he is an obsessed voyeur that loves to watch your extremely experienced Uncut Hindu Cock visiting beautiful Musalmān Cunts and beautiful gorgeous female Musalmān ass. You think he is a man? How the hell he is?”

Muħammad Åbdullah,” I twisted at him.

“She hates me intensely, Durgesh.” Muħammad Åbdullah said gravely, “I’m immensely grateful to you that you kept fucking her until now for me. Now please continue. For my sake. She never loved me. She is right. She has cuckolded me for both of you. Remember she uses me as her footstool even while you fuck her. Doesn’t she?”

“Divorce her, Muħammad Åbdullah.” I said gravely, “Be a man.”

“And what about Al Tawaħīd Al Islam? She is my daughter from Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb. Isn’t she?”

“Why the hell Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān allowed you to have sex with her if she never loved you?”

“Because I wanted a daughter from her. I told her if she didn’t give me a daughter of my own, I’d divorce her anyway.”

“What?” I couldn’t believe it.

Muħammad Åbdullah was too obsessed to divorce Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān ever.

He watched her having her shab-ůrosī and even her entire honeymoon with me.

She compelled him to take even the videos of our sexual intercourses everywhere in every possible and impossible sex positions.

Muħammad Åbdullah was actually her sex slave, her cuckold entirely.

Yet he threatened her to divorce?

And Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān surrendered?

“Surprised?” Muħammad Åbdullah smiled sarcastically, “Don’t. She is now obsessed with my licking her sexual organs after you fuck her. She can’t live now without my tongue into her Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass. She needs it now as much as she needs your unique infinitely experienced Uncut Hindu Cock there. She has led this abnormal life now so much that now it’s her normal lifestyle. She needs both of us for her healthy survival.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! I’ll be damned.” I murmured.

However, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān wasn’t alone such an abnormal woman.

There were plenty of them.*

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was about to turn 19 and it was her last year before college.

I agreed with her as a birthday present to spend her vacation at sea.

She told me she would take care of everything and I should not worry about anything.

Of course, when it came time to pay, that was my job.

I did not question her choices on the subject.

She has a way of getting me to do things that I would never think of doing except for her.

When she bats her big sky blue eyes and pouts her bottom lip, as a stepdad and a man, no one could deny giving her the world.

About Al Tawaħīd Al Islam,

Let me say that as far as women go, she is above all of them in every manor one could list.

She is short in stature at just less than 5 feet in her bare feet.

If she kept her clothes on and was soaking wet she still would not weigh more than 100lbs. and most of that is in her tits, (32C cup) and ass, a perky little bubble below her tiny waist that would make an M&M candy melt without being your mouth.

Pixie blond hair just above her shoulders topping her off.

For the past few years, I found she was attracting the boys; some were older than she was and I had spent many days chasing them away.

She would always try to reassure me that “I am a good girl Durgesh, but then when the time is right, look out because I will be so good at being bad!” Those were her words not mine.

On her 18th birthday, I gave her some audio and video tapes from her mom, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, as guide for her life.

Therefore, my life had been easier to deal with as well, but I never passed up spending time with my princess, not work, not golf or dating would come between her and me.

Our port of call was Tampa FL and when we went to board, I knew that she had a plan of some sort because of the crew.

We were informed; that we had a crew of seven sailors, two busty female stewards, a chef, plus Captain Al Rashīdah Al Waħīd would be at our command and only she and I as passengers on a 200ft yacht named “Down on Me II”.

One of the pretty stewards gave us a tour of the boat, and she then led us to our staterooms.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, told me to get ready for the sea life and she would meet me on deck in half an hour.

I dressed casual, went topside to the dining room, and had a drink waiting on my little girl so we could have diner.

She entered and when I saw, her, my mouth hit the table.

She had on a very elegant dress that one would expect to see at maybe the Oscars.

One of the Hollywood starlets would wear but she would have made them look shabby in comparison.

Her gown was shear in places, split in other places, and showed her body to be that of a woman on a mission.

Two of the sailors and both of the stewards were on a small stage playing music, very romantic music, as she walked across the room.

I stood up and yes, I pulled out her chair, as a Hindu man would do for a lovely Musalmān woman on a date.

Out of nowhere, an older woman came and introduced herself as the chef and server, I had no idea she was even on board nor at that moment did I care.

She brought a bottle wine.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said,

Durgesh, would it be ok if I have some wine with you tonight?”

I replied “Princess, thank you for asking and yes if you drink in moderation you can drink anytime we are on the ship.”

I knew I couldn’t stop her from taking wine however.

She wasn’t my daughter exactly after all.

She loved her Ammī more.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān especially instructed Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.

“Take anything from Durgesh, but never his ethics. They are utopian. If I’d taken his ethics as well as tremendous sex from him, I would have died until now, celibate.”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me and confirmed her Ammī.

“Never worry, Ammī. I’m your daughter. And I’m proud of you. You never did anything wrong. Even in cuckolding Abbū. He loves cuckold life with you and Durgesh. He enjoys it. He hates to have sex as a man now ever, as much as Durgesh loves to have it, every time everywhere with every Musalmān Beauty Durgesh can manage to.”

She just smiled and nodded her pretty head as she sipped her wine.

The chef informed us of what our meal was to be for the evening and said if we would like anything, she could change the menu, but the menu was prepared in advance when Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, booked the ship, and of course, I said it would be fine.

This was to be Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s last meal as a high School girl and at midnight; she would be 19 so she wanted to be tipsy when that day came as she had said on a few occasions.

While she sat looking so beautiful, I felt the love for her.

Even my heart began to ache thinking that she would soon be leaving me to find her way in life.

My heart was breaking and I felt a tear in welling up in my eyes.

I controlled myself immediately.

Nonsense.

Stop being unduly sentimental.

Act practical.

Dhiyo yo nah prachodayāt.

Yāthātathyatah.

I stood up, but before I stepped forward, she herself stood up too, and asked me,

Durgesh, My dear, would you care to dance with a young lady that loves no man else more than you?”

I smiled.

“Yet you love your Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, even more than me. Don’t you, you naughty girl?”

“Sure,” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed proudly holding her head high, “Ammī is my ideal and ideal of millions of us young Musalmān ladies. She is an important executive in Cuckold your Musalmān husband Movement of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allahu tåālā ånahā.”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me as she reached for my hand.

We danced as I held her we talked and laughed it was one of the greatest dances I can remember.

Holding her close and her perfume rose as if flowers were all around us and I pulled her closer.

My hand on her back was touching her smooth, silky skin and as I looked down into her blue eyes, I became aware of movement in my casual shorts I had on and suddenly I felt under-dressed.

It was as though I did not have enough material between this lovely creature and the devil growing down lower.

I started to put some space between my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, and my body but as I tried to move back, she held on even tighter.

There I was with a growing presence in my shorts and my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, holding on ever so close!

What was I doing!

Nevertheless, I was never ashamed of it.

It was a normal reaction of any Hindu to the amazingly beautiful young Musalmān lady as Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was now.

Neither I was afraid of what Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would think about me, getting an erection while dancing with her?

She would feel proud of herself instead that she could turn on even as experienced a man sexually as I was.

Was I a pervert?

Certainly not.

I never thought of having sex with her.

Had I?

Would she ever want to dance with me again?

Why not?

She loved every moment of it.

Didn’t she?

The music stopped.

I sophisticatedly guided her back to our table.

As I sat down, I have to admit that I neither felt flushed nor embarrassed doing everything to keep from not looking at her.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, made it simple by talking about the plans she had made.

She told me about what we would be doing when we made landfall around the Gulf.

The different cities and fairs she had heard of during her research for this trip.

I nodded my head and smiled gravely.

I had hoped sitting down would give my erection and my erotic thinking a break but it was no avail.

I was still erect.

For Al Tawaħīd Al Islam?

Not necessarily.

For any beautiful Musalmān houselady.

Anyone could satisfy its need.

Why Al Tawaħīd Al Islam alone?

Nonsense!

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam said something and it caught me by surprise.

I had to ask her to repeat what she had just said.

She said,

Durgesh, I know that you love me and you miss Ammī now. I understand it would have been better if Ammī had been with you instead of me. Yet I’m myself a young Musalmān lady now and it’s bad manners to keep reminding me that you aren’t comfortable with me. I want to help you move on from your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān complex! That is why I have put Viagra into your food. I hope you will forgive me.”

My reply was shock at first.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Was she as crazy too as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān is?

Viagra?

In my food?

Hell.

What the hell she is after, after all?

She kept talking.

I knew her intentions were meant to help but there would be little chance of fixing my loneliness on board the ship.

That is when she said,

“Remember the tapes Ammī gave me when she allowed me to come with you?”

I said,

“Yes darling, I don’t know what was on them but yes I remember.”

She said,

“Ammī told me that she knew you love her and that you would have trouble getting on with your routine life whenever she isn’t with you. And she wanted you to enjoy your time till you two would be together again.”

I smiled.

My Princess kept talking,

“Ammī made a lot of tapes with different topics on them and she left other things as well. She had a space set aside in the old barn that was for my private place to watch and listen to her so I could enjoy and laugh and whatever else I needed to do. She said that if I reached 19 and you had not moved on then she wanted me to help you return to your former ways. She taught me different things to help you and during this cruse, we are to do those things. Ammī said only if I wanted to, so I want you to know that what we do on this trip is my choice and of course you have to be willing to allow me to carry out Ammī’s wish list for you.”

I was shocked.

Yet I felt my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had more insight into me than I had ever thought possible.

It seemed she knew me better than even I knew myself.

I was immensely grave!

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, came to my side, hugged me, and ran her tiny fingers through my hair to calm me.

She lifted my face to hers and then to my surprise, kissed me!

It was not a father daughter kiss.

It was an open mouth lover type, very soft and tender, yet passionate!

My head was spinning, not quite realizing the true meaning of all that she said.

It was not what I was expecting but I just held her and enjoyed the Moment.

I was Sixty-Seven now.

I was already living in relationship with most of the daughters of my beautiful Musalmān live in relationship partners too, as well as with themselves.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the most prominent of them.

She was practically now my present Chief Wife.

Her sister, Tawaħīd Muħammad Ħasan, was also my wife along with their beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.

There were millions of them with their beautiful Ammīs as well.

It wasn’t anything new now for me.

Even it wasn’t abnormal for me now.

It was absolutely normal for me.

Almost daily, I was inaugurating now beautiful Just eighteen Just Adult Musalmān young ladies even with grand fanfare from their parents.

I was the utmost admired utmost invited sex therapist now every educated family wants to inaugurate their daughters.

They were afraid of inexperienced invasion of their daughters causing some potential problem in future in their sexual and family life.

It was better to let the utmost successful utmost experienced Sex Therapist take their cherry for their potential inexperienced husband/lover.

Even their minimum one-year honeymoon with me, continued with their inauguration, was suggested now by their family medical experts.

It was not a marital honeymoon however.

It was an inaugural honeymoon instead medically necessary for their future happy life.

Sex with me was a medical necessity now to keep family life happy and vibrant.*

 

I knew very well however what the real necessity of it behind these entire medical iterations.

The true facts was the continuously increasing disinterest of the males in physical sex.

They wanted to hire me to provide the necessary sex to their womankind, they themselves neither had time nor interest in.

The matter-oriented life had tired most of them to keep pace with.

Nowadays even husbands were hiring me not even to provide optimum sex to their wives but even to impregnate them.

“Why do you want my son from your Bahū Bégum instead of your own son’s?” I asked gravely Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Shékħ himself.

He smiled.

“You know very well Durgesh, Muħammad Jahāngīr isn’t my own son. He is my wife, Asmā’s son from her previous marriage. After Farīdah Jalāl Shékħ I married Asmā you know.”

“Your Bahū Bégum is ready to have sex with me to get pregnant?”

“I haven’t another option.” Asmā Farħān smiled at me indignantly, “He is suffering from Aids.”

“What?” I kept myself forcibly from jumping.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Have I now even to impregnate Aids affected persons’ wives?

Family virtues are not in vogue now anymore?

The parents hire me to inaugurate their Just eighteen Just Adult daughters with one year inaugural honeymoon with entire expenses fully paid separately.

The husbands hire me to provide optimum sex to their beautiful wives so that they are busy not to interfere in their business.

The business is more important now than family virtues.

The in laws hire me to get their Bahū Bégum inseminated to have their grandson.

The son is not interested in having sex with their Bahū Bégum.

They are hiring me to keep their Bahū Bégum sexually satisfied.

Is it the twenty first century?

Sex is so insignificant now?

Chapter 41

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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 womankind everfirst: Index

The womankind everfirst

Index

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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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 womankind everfirst: 1

The womankind everfirst

 

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought all my Musalmān stepdaughters have a secret desire to make love to their father, because she thought all the girls had it for their real fathers even.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew she herself was one.

Her Ammī returned to her real Abbū, Al Rashīd Al wahāb, even when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was very young.

Her Ammī told Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, it was a sin that she left her ardent Musalmān husband for a ‘nāpāk’(?) Hindu.

Durgesh was of course a very good man.

She had lived entire seven years with Durgesh now.

Durgesh had given her two sons even.

But in spite of her constant dåwat-e-Islam to Durgesh, Durgesh still believed in his ancestral religion Hinduism.

Seven years were enough to prove that Durgesh was interested in only fucking Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

He was never interested in Islam, neither he could ever be.

Of course, he doesn’t agree with Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors entirely, but his own views are not strictly Islamic themselves.

She never knew, neither ever she consented to know what the actual Islam was qabl Yazīd malåūn.

It was the greatest tragedy of the entire humanity that it never knew the actual importance of religion.

A religion was actually an international movement of humanity that always needed updation.

Overnight, for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, Durgesh became a single parent, and For Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās I became her whole world.

In this particular house, especially, I had named after Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, ‘Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Mansion’.

It was now owned by Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās and me.

I had offered her to transfer it in her sole name on her twenty eighth birthday, even if Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would leave me with her Ammī.

“I’d never leave you.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās cried, “I hate my real parents. They shamelessly suggested me to live here with you until my twenty eighth birthday. They suggested I should leave you after getting this vast Mansion entirely in my name. Shame on them. Can’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās live here alone with you forever?”

I hugged Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās,

“Your twenty eighth birthday is not very far away. Only one week is remaining. Take your Mansion entirely on your name alone as my good bye gift, my parting gift to you.”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hugged me and started to cry,

“I’d never leave you. I’d never let you down as my Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān did.”

In her opinion, she couldn’t have asked for a more loving and attentive father.

Sometimes Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt guilty that I was so alone in this vast Mansion, even if I had my infinite women everywhere.

Ultimately, none of them was here, after her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, returned to her real Abbū.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I would never blame Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās for anything, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t naive enough not to realize a man had needs.

She wasn’t a child anymore.

Only after a week, she would be twenty-eight herself.

She was already a PhD.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās also knew very well that somehow, someway, she would have to find a way to satisfy those needs herself.

I was everything to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

She would sometimes gaze at me adoringly when I wasn’t looking.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had always thought me a quite handsome man with my chiseled features and muscular build, which Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās attributed to all those years working sex therapy and various other forms of manual sex labor for needy Musalmān houseladies.

Her hands were always soft and gentle whenever Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would hug me.

Sometimes I caught Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās holding on to me a little longer than maybe she should have, as she took in my manly scent of Old Spice and peppermint.

And more than once Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would get a strong tingling sensation between her legs whenever Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would hold me or she would snuggle up to me next on the couch while I was watching TV.

Simply put, I was something as if a god to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

The more I tried to explain to her that I was nothing as she thought, the more her adoration for me intensified.

 

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās worshipped the ground I walked on.

But I didn’t know just how strong her feelings were for me until one time when she made what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās fondly refer to as her special discovery.

It was one afternoon when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had come home from University.

Now Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was 28 and was a PhD herself.

She didn’t allow me to transfer the Mansion in her sole name.

Neither had she left me.

I kept silent not to offend her that her real parents wanted her to leave me after her twenty eighth birthday.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I was already home from work since my limousine was parked in the driveway.

Sometimes I came home from work a little early, so Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t alarmed when she saw my limousine parked in front of the house.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was alarmed, however, by some sound that seemed to be coming to her from my bedroom.

Worried, she dropped her purse on the floor of the living room and hurried to my bedroom to see if I needed her help.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās soon discovered, however, that she was “helping” me in a most unexpected way.

Since I didn’t like her just barging into my room unannounced, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās slowly opened the door to my room just a crack and was about to call out for me.

The moaning got louder the closer she got to my room.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly discovered why, when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās made her special discovery.

I was fucking one of her friends, her Kħālāzād cousin actually, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

She was Just Eighteen Just Adult.

Moreover, she was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālāzād cousin, almost exactly identical to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself.

For one moment, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought that she was watching her fantasy in her dream.

I was fucking Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself.

Her Kħālā was so exactly identical to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī that I had fucked her Kħālā instead of Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī millions of times, and never knew it was her Kħālā.

The mystery was disclosed when her Kħālā gave birth to a handsome son that was exactly identical to my son her Ammī had given birth simultaneously.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālū immediately divorced Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālā.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī pleaded to me that I should accept her Kħālā too.

 

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās gazed us, and her own mouth fell open.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās touched her chest and was about to suck in a quick breath.

She quickly stopped herself.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t want me to notice her crouching behind the door and seeing that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was exactly identical to her Kħālāzād cousin.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what I was doing to her Kħālāzād cousin, even though Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself was not sexually experienced.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hadn’t, even yet, been so much as kissed by a boy.

Simply put, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was still a virgin.

At her twenty eight even.

It proved her immensely high moral character.

She was a real Musalmān.

She wasn’t one of the loose character Pseudo Musalmīn at all.

The Pseudo Musalmīn were always loose character.

And if a Pseudo Musalmān wasn’t a loose character, s/he wasn’t a Pseudo Musalmān herself/himself.

S/he was a true Musalmān.

About the only sexual experience Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had was whenever she touched herself at night as she lay alone in bed, and that was pretty much it.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had overheard some girls at University talking about “fucking and playing with themselves” but she didn’t know exactly what they meant until seeing me fucking her Kħālāzād cousin herself.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew she should have just walked away since a daughter is not supposed to see her father like that.

Nevertheless, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās just stood there mesmerized by the sight of me with my Uncut Hindu Cock  vanishing in and out of  her exactly identical Kħālāzād cousin and friend, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, furiously.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what that was, too, even though that was yet another sexual experience she had yet to discover for herself.

Up to that point, the only penises Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had seen were on the Internet.

Hey, a girl can be curious!

Can’t she?

But seeing a real live one was a totally different experience.

And the fact that my Uncut Hindu Cock was considerably bigger than even those she had seen on the Internet made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās all the more transfixed.

As Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood there watching me fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir in that manner, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās couldn’t help but notice how I kept glancing over at the top of her desk.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself glanced over to see what I kept looking at and was shocked to discover a picture of her Ammī in a one-piece red bikini that I had taken of her when we went to the beach on one of our typical family outings just a few weeks ago.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās too wanted to wear a two-piece bikini, but being the stern loving father I was, I wouldn’t allow it for what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought were obvious reasons.

I was pleasuring myself with Al Zubaydah Al Nādir to a picture of her Ammī!

As the initial shock wore off, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās started to feel a little, well, flattered that I found her Ammī still attractive enough to pleasure myself, even fucking her Ammī’s exactly identical, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

What a damnfool her Ammī was.

Her real Abbū never loved her so much as I still did.

As far as I was concerned, actually I wasn’t fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir at all.

I was still fucking her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, in Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s exactly identical Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān body.

Now there are some people who would probably say at the point Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās should have been outraged that I was still looking at her Ammī in that way.

Nevertheless, the simple truth of the matter was, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t.

In fact, not only was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās not outraged in the slightest by what I was doing with her Ammī’s bikini-clad picture, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās also felt those familiar tingling sensations come back between her legs full-force.

Was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself not more identical to her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, than even her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, was?

Why don’t the hell Durgesh fuck Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself, instead of fucking her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir?

I started fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir harder and faster as I increased the speed.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly lifted her dress, slipped her hand inside her dampening panties, and touched her hard throbbing clitty with the tip of her forefinger.

She quickly stifled a loud moan that was about to escape her lips since the last thing Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted to do was shock me that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was watching me get myself off to her Ammī’s picture, even while fucking her Ammī’s identical, her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I was about to climax as I gripped the waist of Al Zubaydah Al Nādir harder and fucked her even faster.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, too, felt herself about to come as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was frantically rubbing her little clitty with her fingertip, with her mouth close tight, so I wouldn’t still hear her. All of a sudden, I threw my head back and let out a long drawn-out moan as my white stuff spurted out of the tip of my big penis into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, over and over several times.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what the “white stuff” was since they taught about all that stuff in Health class in University. So Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t that sexually inexperienced after all!

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās slipped a finger inside of her and climaxed herself as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me come into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

That time she didn’t stop herself from moaning and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās fell face-forward into my room.

To say I was shocked to see her there, especially in the, let’s say, condition we were both in, would have been a severe understatement.

“Honey,” I tried not to stammer, trying in vain to cover Al Zubaydah Al Nādir and myself. “Hell! What the hell are you doing in here?”

It was then that I noticed her dress hiked up and her hand still buried down inside her drenched panties.

“And what in the world are you doing with your hand down,”

I paused as if I couldn’t allow myself to admit that Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān’s own daughter, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, played with herself too,

“…down there like that?”

“Funny, ‘Daddy’,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said with a naughty grin, “I could ask you the exact same thing!”

“Young lady!” I blurted, settling on Al Zubaydah Al Nādir with her Musalmān Cunt still sheathing around my still-erect Uncut Hindu Cock. “You should never talk to your father like that!”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood up, still grinning at me, and said something Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t have normally said to me:

You aren’t my father actually. Are you? Only my Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, was your live in relationship partner. And some would say you shouldn’t be fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir to the pictures of my Ammī. She isn’t your live in relationship partner any more.”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās pointed at the bikini-clad picture of her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, placed on my desk.

I glanced at the photo yet my face never flushed a bright red even for a second.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās giggled at the sight of her Kħālāzād cousin’s embarrassment, which was something else Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās normally would not have done to her.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t know what was coming over her, as that was not like Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās to act in such a flirty way, especially not with me.

It was right there standing in my room that she came to the realization that I was still in love with her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, even when she had returned to her real Abbū.

Subconsciously, she probably knew that, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t allow herself to admit that the society conditions didn’t allow us to have these type of feelings for those who are the closest and dearest to us.

But standing there in my bedroom after seeing me pleasure myself to her Ammī’s picture and realizing that I had these kind of feelings, sexual feelings, for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī still now, perhaps I may say society be damned!

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās strode over to where I was fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

She didn’t take her eyes off me as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood before me and leaned back against my desk.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached behind me, grabbed her Ammī’s photo and gazed down at it.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās gazed back at me and grinned at me again.

“So, Daddy,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said as seductively as she could, “you must really like that picture of my Ammī, huh?”

Her eyes trailed down to my Uncut Hindu Cock that Al Zubaydah Al Nādir was still gripping in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.

I said nothing as I just kept there staring at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās with my Uncut Hindu Cock still buried into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt entirely.

That was, until Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached down and lightly touched the base of my wet penis with the tip of her forefinger.

I jumped back with Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, still embedded in her, and glared at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was one sick little puppy, in spite of what I just got through doing with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī’s picture.

“What the hell are you doing?” I thundered at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached down again and dipped her finger into the slippery length of my penis that was still dripping with my white hot come and Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s fragrent Musalmān Pussy juices.

“Don’t,” I ordered sternly.

But Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t remove her finger. Instead, she rolled her finger around the length of my Uncut Hindu Cock, making her finger wet in the process.

“Stop,” I said even more firmly. “Stop immediately. It still isn’t your own picture,” I paused, “it’s your Ammī’s. Damn you.”*

 

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned her head closer to mine and said to me in a soothing voice,

I’m NOT your daughter exactly, and I love you very much, and I know you love me very much.”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wrapped her palm firmly around my Uncut Hindu Cock that had started to come out a little.

“Stop, I say,” I demanded in a commanding voice. “We should never do it. It’s wrong.” I shook my head at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās. “It’s so wrong.”

“Is it, Durgesh darling?”

I was genuinely surprised, even a little shocked, that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had asked me such a question.

Then, as if I had contemplated her question in my mind, I slowly leaned forward on Al Zubaydah Al Nādir and gave up trying to stop her.

To the extent she had already gone, it was futile now to stop her.

None of my Musalmān stepdaughters maintained her platonic relationship with me.

I was only an immensely competent man for them they could have their live in relationship with, never a father.

For them I had both money and honey.

None could provide them the incredible sex I always was capable to, neither anyone had that much money always pouring in infinitely as I had.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her everDurgeshobsessed young Musalmān lady brigade had advertised these facts about me as much as they could to obtain their goal.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled at me once more as she put the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock, recently pulled out of Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s Musalmān Cunt, up to her lips.

Then, without hesitating, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās opened her mouth as wide as she could and took my Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was still wet with my Hindu come and Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s fragrant Musalmān Cunt juices.

It tasted hot and salty in her mouth.

Moreover, it slid more easily back and forth between her lips.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had never sucked a man’s cock before.

Though, of course, she had seen it done on the Internet!

The fact that I was so large made the task a bit more intimidating.

But, being the little trooper that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās did her absolute best to give me all the pleasure that I deserved.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās tried to take as much of my Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat as she could without gagging.

When that was achieved, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās took my Uncut Hindu Cock back out of her mouth and sucked it back in again.

The round flushed tip was poking the back of her throat.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās started moving her head up and down with my Uncut Hindu Cock still in her beautiful Musalmān  mouth, trying not to let her teeth scrape my sensitive skin.

I liked ultimately, what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was doing to me as I leaned my head back and started moaning again, as before when I was pleasuring myself to her Ammī’s picture fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

Not only that, but I was also becoming fully erect again in her mouth.

That made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās proud happy knowing that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was pleasing me in that way.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās noticed my balls sticking out the top of my briefs.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stopped sucking me and tried to take them both into her mouth.

It made me moan even louder even though one of my balls did slip out of her mouth.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās popped my Uncut Hindu Cock back into her mouth and went down on me again.

My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock became fully erect in her beautiful Musalmān mouth as I started thrusting myself a little down her throat.

That was when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt herself begin to gag a little, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was able to hold it back as she placed her hands on my thighs and tried to keep her head as still as possible so I could thrust myself inside her mouth.

My cock slipped out of her mouth at one point.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned down with her tongue hanging out, licked the shaft all the way to the throbbing purple head, and sucked the very tip back into her mouth.

I moaned out once more when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās did that, and something told Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t last much longer with me doing that to me.

I sensed it too.

Before Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew it, I had reached down, grabbed her arms, and pulled Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās up onto the top of my desk.

I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, which were by now so wet they were soaked.

I pulled her legs apart with my big strong hands and buried my Uncut Hindu Cock all the way into her wet throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.

“Oh, Durgesh!” She cried when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt my long hard Uncut Hindu Cock slide all the way down inside her. “That’s it! Fuck me Durgesh ! Fuck your new young Musalmān beloved!”

I didn’t stop as my Uncut Hindu Cock explored every inch of her virgin Musalmān pussy.

I nearly drove her insane when I fucked her erect Musalmān clitty.

She had never felt pleasure like that before, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was determined after that day, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was going to feel it again and again with me, as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās realized right then and there that I was the only man for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

I stood up, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās found herself staring at my erect throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached out, wrapped it in her hand again, and gave it a few light strokes.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was amazed at how it felt both hard and soft at the same time.

I sat down in my chair, making her let go of my cock when I did so.

I noticed her lower lip was quivering just slightly.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was sure Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was excited and never ashamed of what we were doing.

But, to be honest, at that point she really didn’t care.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew without a doubt what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted from me next.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās got up from my desk, reached down and pulled her drenched panties all the way off.

Without taking her eyes off me, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās threw them off to the side and started to straddle me on my chair.

I gazed down as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās took my Uncut Hindu Cock  back in her hand and guided it inside her tight virgin twenty eight years old young Musalmān Cunt.

I placed my bear claws on her soft Musalmān thighs and moaned out softly at the feeling of being inside Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās removed her hand from around my penis and slid herself down ever so slowly until her bottom was touching my balls.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās lifted her blouse and then her bra to uncover both her breasts that had also never known the touch of a man.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned forward and all but smothered her tits into my face.

I kept my face between her young smart excellent Musalmān tits.

I wrapped my strong Hindu arms around the middle of her back and thrust my huge Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock  in and out of her.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had heard stories from some of the girls at University who claimed to have “done it” how painful it was at first.

But, to her surprise, and her delight, there was hardly any pain when I thrust myself into Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was so turned on at that point, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted me inside of her so badly that it made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās feel hardly no pain at all.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wrapped her arms tightly around my broad shoulders and lay her head next to my ear.

I kept fucking Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās harder and faster until I thought Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would pass out from the pleasure I was giving her.

I knew Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was about to come as her breathing increased against her small heaving chest and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was practically pounding her virgin Musalmān Cunt into oblivion, my Hindu balls making loud smacking sounds each time they slammed against her beautiful young Musalmān ass.

All of a sudden, I threw my head back as I did when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me fuck to her picture and let out another long drawn-out wail.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly grabbed the back of the chair and held on as tightly as she could as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt my Hindu  come shoot inside her.

I kept thrusting my long hard Uncut Hindu Cock into Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās could feel my hot Hindu semen spill out of her.

It was so much that her little virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān twat couldn’t handle all the Hindu load.*

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās laughed to herself.

If not even a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady of twenty eight could handle it, who the hell else could?

Wasn’t it a fact that ab initio only Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womankind handled it?

Wasn’t it a fact that there was no woman for infinite Kalps, eons, except the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womankind?

And there wasn’t any other man except Durgesh only?

He himself had his infinite bodies.

There were only Durgesh and his infinite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives.

Wives?

Nonsense!

Live in relationship partners to be more precise.

Wasn’t it?

They were never married.

They aren’t married ritually even now.

There wasn’t any womankind for entire infinite Kalps for Durgesh except the infinite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womankind.

Durgesh fucked only Panjvaqtah Namāzī Årab Wahābī Musalmān houseladies for infinite Kalps, eons, according to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s her everDurgeshobsessed young Musalmān lady brigade.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās has received her PhD on it.

She has received a telegram even from the Nobel Foundation of Stockholm:

‘IN RECOGNITION OF… IN SUPPORT OF HUMANITARIAN IDEALS… THE NOBEL FOUNDATION OF STOCKHOLM ON BEHALF OF SWEDISH ACADEMY IS PLEASED TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE TODAY BEEN VOTED THIS YEAR’S NOBEL PRIZE… DETAILS FOLLOW STOP HEARTIEST CONGRATULATIONS STOP…’

Chapter 2

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam

 

 


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Chapter 3

I said, taking her hand,

“Sure,”

We began walking.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t help but glance back at me to see if I was watching her…

I wasn’t.

Oddly, that made Al Ħabībah Al Imrān feel sad, which was, of course, ludicrous.

She loved Durgesh actually.

Doesn’t she?

She loved Durgesh fucked her.

Allah!

The same Anant Muslimātchod Hindu she hated so much!

As we walked down the trail, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had the sudden urge to show me Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved me.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to make up for Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s indiscretion by doing something to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband.

Twenty minutes in the hike, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān saw a small side path and said,

“Follow me.”

I said,

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I don’t think this is a trail.”

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hopes not,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred, trying to look sexy and with intent.

A couple of minutes later, deep enough in the woods that we couldn’t be seen, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān dropped to her knees and bravely fished out my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān considered letting me fuck her, but Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sure didn’t want me to know Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wasn’t wearing panties.

I smiled,

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, really here?”

“You always say you wish Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was more spontaneous,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped, which if I knew just how spontaneous Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had been today I would likely keel over.

Plus, although we had a reasonable amount of sex and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was very willing in the bedroom, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was not really a risk taker outside the bedroom.

But insecurity, or belief that sex was for the bedroom, seemed to be shattered after the exhilarating, taboo sex Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had in the backseat of the car.

Suddenly, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to take risks.

Before I could say anything, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took my flaccid Uncut Hindu Cock in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved sucking cock… always had.

Was a bit of a cock sucking Sex Obsessed Sex Addict in high school, deciding it was a good way to save Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s virginity for marriage.

Plus, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was good at it and actually liked the unique feeling and taste of cum.

Of course, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān ended up not saving Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s virginity for marriage, getting fucked at the first college party Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to by a college senior.

“Oh shit,” Muħammad Imrān groaned, “what has gotten into you?”

The answer to that question was his daughter, but that definitely didn’t seem like a good answer.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her proud Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and asked,

“Can’t a wife show her husband she loves him by sucking his cock and swallowing his load?”

“Yes she can,” I laughed.

“Plus, I’m hungry and your Hindu cum has a lot of healthy nutrients for a body,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped, taking my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her proud Musalmān mouth.

“And for your complexion, too,” I added, having heard from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her  everDurgeshobsessed young Musalmān lady brigade ,from Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Shékħ  and from even her so uncommunal ever sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān husband Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Shékħ that sucking my Hindu cum was very good for a Musalmān woman’s complexion.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān protested,

“Don’t you dare.”

“What? You think I would be shocked?” I teased, sliding my Uncut Hindu Cock back in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān thought to herself,

‘If you only knew.’

Yet, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept bobbing, feeling oddly exhilarated doing it in such a public place.

“I’m not going to last long,” I moaned, after an hour approximately, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hungrily sucked my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept bobbing and was rewarded with a full load of my Hindu cum in her proud Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān gasped, “Really?”

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I couldn’t resist,” I smiled triumphantly cunningly, as I slid my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her proud Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had two weaknesses her ever moral Musalmān husband, Muħammad Imrān, always hated to fulfill.

She loved to suck Cock.

She loved to have anal sex even.

Allah! Thank God, Durgesh allowed his beautiful Musalmān houseladies both with him.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān milked the last remnants of my Hindu cum from my Cock, sat back up and kissed me hard.

When the kiss ended, I said,

“Well, that was unexpected.”

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was hungry,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, smiling seductively.

“Well, I’m always willing to feed you,” I smiled back as I put my proud Uncut Hindu Cock away.

Most of the mankind that was not Vedic Monotheist Hindu never understood what the womankind really loved to enjoy.

Only Ved has Pavmān Som Mandal in it, neither Al Qur’an Al Karīm, nor Bible.

The Āryans that left Āryāvart, to build their own country, Iran, blamed Indians that they don’t want to progress from their primitive animal instincts.

They termed Pavmān Som Mandal in R’gved impious.

Now, their own history of defeat against Islam was proving them entirely incorrect.

Wasn’t it?

Wasn’t Islam the last and final Arabic version of Vedic Monotheist Hinduism itself?

Wasn’t it the real reason Musalmīn never converted entire India into Islam as they did the other countries?

They never needed to.

The Hindus were already the Musalmīn Everfirst.

We headed back down the trail and resumed the hike hand in hand.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān didn’t know how long it took, but eventually we returned to the beginning.

I whispered,

“You should probably go to the washroom before we head out.”

“Good call,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “I really need to use washroom.”

“And clean the cum off,” I teased her smiling playfully.

“Sure. Allah, you let me wear it that whole hike,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, somehow forgetting it was on her.

“Well, you didn’t seem too concerned, and we don’t know anyone here,” I shrugged.

“Except my evergreen Hindu ŧhonkū, our Anant Muslimātchod Hindu,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān laughed lightly teasing me too.

“Which is why Al Ħabībah Al Imrān mentioned it,” I winked at her.

Anant Muslimātchod Hindu scoundrel,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān playfully said, hitting me.

“Maybe tonight,” I countered, occasionally fucking Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s gorgeous Musalmān ass.

“You wish,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped back, even though Al Ħabībah Al Imrān assumed we would indeed be fucking tonight.

“No, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I know,” I said, slapping Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s ass lightly playfully.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to the washroom.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān grabbed a Gatorade and a chocolate bar and returned to the car.

Her husband and I were leaning against the car, chatting. Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wondered how weird it would be if we were chatting about sex.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joined us and asked,

“Ready to go?”

“Sure,” Muħammad Imrān said, before adding, “Ready to sit on Durgesh’s lap for a couple of more hours?”

“Ready to have your Al Ħabībah Al Imrān squishing you for a couple of more hours?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān countered.

“It’s been a tight squeeze,” I countered myself too.

How doesn’t he understand what his ever-horny Musalmān wife is doing right behind him?

Muħammad Imrān wasn’t a Musalmān.

He was one of the numerous Pseudo Musalmīn.

No doubt.

It was easy to be born in Ummat-e-Muslimah.

But it wasn’t easy to be a real Muslim.

Most of the Musalmīn were actually Pseudo Musalmīn today whether knowingly or unknowingly.

Islam was actually an international movement of humanity that was named variously in the past, Vedic Monotheist Hinduism, Persianism, Judaism, Christianity etcetera.

Yazīd malåūn destroyed it.

Now, I was one of the several Musalmīn, Musalmīn Everfirst to be more correct, that were again attempting our best to reestablish the true Islamic movement, opposing the terrorists and other Pseudo Musalmīn everywhere.

Humanity couldn’t survive without it.

 

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān laughed, trying to be casual, feeling that Muħammad Imrān could somehow sense the sexual tension between his wife and me,

“Yes, it’s like a hot box back there.”

I laughed,

“It’s like a weight loss program back there.”

Muħammad Imrān said,

“I’m sorry we hadn’t planned this better.”

I joked, repeating an earlier statement Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had made,

“It’s made for some special Al Ħabībah Al Imrān and my bonding.”

“Well, get ready to bond some more,” Muħammad Imrān  said, “It’s a good two to three hours until our late supper stop.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t help but laugh and feel mortified at the reality of what Muħammad Imrān was actually approving potentially, especially when Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked at me.

I had a big smile on my face.

Why the hell shouldn’t have I?

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was serving me her ever-best sex services, perhaps she hadn’t served even to her husband, Muħammad Imrān.

We were back in the car, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was back on my lap, this time on my right leg leaning against the boxes.

Again, like last time, I ignored Al Ħabībah Al Imrān for the first hour.

As Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fidgeted, again uncomfortable, I asked,

“Uncomfortable, my dear?”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded.

I smiled,

“Me too,” and pulled out my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock from my shorts. “There, that is a lot better.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān stared at my semi-erect Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.*

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t take Her eyes off it.

I pointed it to her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked back at me with confusion.

I moved my hand onto Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s leg, under Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s dress and directly to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wet Musalmān pussy.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned softly, but thankfully, the music covered it.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just sat on my lap and allowed me to penis her pussy…

I did it for a good five minutes… getting Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hot and riled.

I then pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out and put it directly in her mouth.

“Delicious,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, loud enough that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband heard.

“What’s delicious?” Muħammad Imrān asked.

“The snack Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shared with me,” I brazenly replied.

“Is there any left?” Muħammad Imrān asked.

“No, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān ate it all,” I responded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān remained stoic and not ashamed.

She looked at me proudly and even triumphantly instead.

It was evident enough she hated her husband immensely and wanted to punish him as much as she could.

Poor Muħammad Imrān.

I couldn’t enjoy it.

Muħammad Imrān wasn’t my enemy exactly.

He was my friend’s son.

Even if my friend suspected his wife had her extramarital affair with me and Muħammad Imrān was actually my own son.

However, most of my male acquaintances suspected so.

He wasn’t alone.

There were many reasons behind it.

They never took sex as seriously as I always did.

Yes, they hated me for it.

Yet, I knew they were even jealous of me for it.

The damn fools.

They never understood what they actually lacked comparatively.

I was a Vedic Monotheist Hindu.

I believed in Pavmān Som Mandal.

I had seriously studied it and still do in my daily Stavans, daily meditations.

It said sex wasn’t dirty ever in itself.

We, the human beings make it dirty due to our immense ignorance, irresponsibility, and ever-adamant immense irrationality due to our inherent inertia.

Sex is divine otherwise.

It is blessed on us to keep our human race exist.

It must be always respected as such.*

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband said, continuing the surreal conversation,

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I too could use a snack,”

“Me too,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān added, staring at my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock and licking her lips with wanton intent.

“Maybe next car stop,” I suggested.

“I’m definitely stopping,” Muħammad Imrān said. “Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I could use a bathroom break anyway.”

“It’s hot back here,” I said, also taking my shirt off, suddenly showcasing my rock hard abs… something Muħammad Imrān had lost years ago.

It was a miracle for others.

Yet, for me it was a natural scientific process.

The others could never achieve it, because they never tried to complete the scientific process involved for it.

It was the main problem of the losers ever.

They thought they had nothing to learn from the gainers ever.

Most of the losers were always losers because they never tried to learn anything from their failures even.

I then took her hand and guided it to my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān should have resisted, but the invisible magnetic pull was too much.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took it in her hand and stroked it, even as Muħammad Imrān could stare at us in the rear view mirror if he wished… although he would only see her hungry face.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wished Al Ħabībah Al Imrān could suck my lovely, Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, but that was literally impossible in the confined space.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had accepted, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān stroked and stared at my majestic Uncut Hindu Cock, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was willing to allow me to fuck her again.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted and needed that my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in her.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was ready to climb on top and go for a ride when Muħammad Imrān said,

“Pulling over.”

His words and the slowing car brought Al Ħabībah Al Imrān back to reality like a cold shower.

A reality that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock and about to willingly ride me.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān let go of my cock and to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s surprise, I didn’t put my cock away, as we rolled to a stop at a small town gas station.

Muħammad Imrān said, “Five minute stop,” as he exited.

“Two minute snack,” I said, opening the door, and ordering, “suck me, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān gasped.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to suck me, but couldn’t believe I wanted Al Ħabībah Al Imrān to here, even though Muħammad Imrān had conveniently parked in a secluded spot.

“Hurry up, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I ordered, “we only have time for an appetizer.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly got out of the car, overwhelmed with insatiable hunger and lust, turned around, and demanded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān lowered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī beautiful young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth onto my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, “Watch for the damn fool.”

“Yes, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I groaned, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took most of my Uncut Hindu Cock in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s beautiful Musalmān mouth.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed quickly.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān would have liked to savor sucking my cock, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved to worship the Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, but time was of the essence.

So Al Ħabībah Al Imrān furiously bobbed up and down, enjoying the groans coming from my mouth.

“I’m close, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I warned and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed faster making it clear I had permission to cum in my new live in relationship partner, her mouth.

Then suddenly I said,

“Muħammad Imrān! Muħammad Imrān! Muħammad Imrān!”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly left and saw Muħammad Imrān with a small bag.

I asked,

“You have to pee, don’t you?”

“You know me,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān headed into the gas station and to the washroom.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked in the mirror.

What was coming over her?

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had no answer to the question.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sucked me in a gas station parking lot and was seconds from swallowing my load.

For someone who wasn’t really a risk taker, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had ridden me to orgasm in the backseat of the car while Muħammad Imrān drove, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had sucked and swallowed my load on a secluded hiking trail and just now sucked me.

And I likely wanted her to finish what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān started when we were back on the road.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān returned to the car.

Both men were already in the car.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān repositioned again on my lap, my Uncut Hindu Cock was already out and looking like it was expecting to get some tender loving care.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved back on the same right leg Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was on before we stopped.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān liked being able to keep an eye on Muħammad Imrān and me.

As soon as we were back on the highway, I pointed back to my Cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wordlessly reached over and began stroking it, even as Muħammad Imrān had a conversation with me.

“So about seventy miles and then we will stop for dinner and a hotel,” Muħammad Imrān said.

“Sounds good,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, again with a double meaning, “I’ll be starving by then, I may even have to have a nice juicy T-bone.”

“Me too,” Muħammad Imrān suggested, which Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had to bite Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s lip to not laugh.

“What about you, Durgesh, what are you hungry for?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, giving me a look that spoke volumes.

I moved my hand underneath Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s dress again and responded, my eyes never leaving hers,

“Oh, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I was hoping for the ultimate.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān tried to change the topic,

“Did you book us a hotel yet?”

Muħammad Imrān, never the planner, shrugged,

“Nope.”

Feeling a rush of exhilaration at chatting with Muħammad Imrān while simultaneously stroking my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, “Shouldn’t we?”

“There will be space,” Muħammad Imrān blindly believed.

“Okay,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s focus at the moment was on My cock.

“Looking forward to living on your own, Durgesh?” Muħammad Imrān asked.

“I’m going to have a roommate,” I pointed out.

“Oh, right,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, “are you looking forward to meeting her?”*

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān I guess,” I responded, distracted by the way Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s fingers traced around my mushroom top.

“Hopefully you get along,” Muħammad Imrān continued, trying to keep the dying conversation going.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked,

“Who couldn’t love our sweet Durgesh?”

“Yes, I’m pretty much irresistible,” I quipped.

“Is that a good thing?” Muħammad Imrān questioned.

“Sometimes,” I answered.

Chapter 4

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Ammī, you toooo? 2

Ammī, you toooo?

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I walked to the edge of the water then set Al Åārifah Al Aslam down,

“You don’t think I’d actually throw my own Bahū Bégum in the water, did you?” I asked with a wry grin.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam breathed a deep sigh of relief and then smiled at me,

“You should have,” she grinned as she pushed me into the water.

I bellowed as I tumbled in the water and surfaced quickly, a big grin on my face.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam shrieked again as I popped out of the pool and started to chase after her.

She ran around the backyard before I scooped her up into my arms and carried her over to the pool.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam gave me the puppy dog look as she squirmed in my arms,

“You wouldn’t throw your dear little Bahū Bégum in the pool, would you?”

I grinned,

“My dear Bahū Bégum? No. My hot young Bahū Bégum… yes.”

And with that, I jumped into the pool while still holding Al Åārifah Al Aslam, letting her go as we hit the water.

I laughed as I came up for air.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam surfaced a Moment later.

She wiped her hair from her face and giggled as she splashed me.

We both splashed and played in the pool before we wound up in the shallow end.

I sat on the steps as I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam on top of me.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam straddled me in the water as we caught our breath.

“So you think I’m hot, do you?” she smiled.

My hands slipped over her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t stop me,

“I do. Not exactly breaking news.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinded against me as she leaned into me,

“Well, there aren’t exactly a lot of men breaking down my door,” she breathed.
“You have to take the padlock off the front door first, Åārifah Aslam,” I replied.
“Are you telling me you want me to do that?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.

I didn’t break eye contact with Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she stayed on my lap,

“Hell, no.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinned widely,

“I didn’t think so.”

I held Al Åārifah Al Aslam close and then leaned in to kiss her, finally tasting her young red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she kissed me, I held her tightly and kissed her with heat and passion.

Her arms went around my neck as she grinded against my growing Hindu hard-on, our lips locked in a hot taboo embrace.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I kissed like teenagers as we pressed against each other in the pool, my tongue slipping inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as I succumbed to my lust.

“Mmmmmm, Åārifah Aslam,” I moaned as I broke our kiss.

“Allah! Oh my God,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned, “That was so hot. I’ve wanted that for so long.”

My ever-efficient Uncut Hindu Cock throbbed as I heard Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s words and she felt it.

“Me too,” I said.

We started to kiss again only to stop just as quickly, “what’s wrong?” I asked.

“I want this so bad, but I can’t. It’s wrong. I’m your Bahū Bégum,” she said.

“It’s ok, Åārifah Aslam, I too want this now. I too want you. You aren’t only that wants me.” I replied.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam extricated herself from me,

“It is wrong. We can’t do this,” she said as she pulled away from me and ran inside.

I watched Al Åārifah Al Aslam run inside and went after her.

I went upstairs and heard her crying in her room, “Åārifah Aslam?” I called as I knocked on the door.

“Not now Durgesh. It’s wrong, we can’t do this, I’m your Bahū Bégum,” she cried.

Durgesh turned the knob and went inside,

“We need to talk.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me,

“Durgesh! Please! I’m embarrassed enough!”

I walked over to the en suite bathroom to grab a towel and some tissues.

I came back into the bedroom, and wrapped the towel around Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

And handed her a tissue.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I sat down beside her.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam sighed deeply as she leaned against me, “I’m such a fool.”

I rubbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s arms through the towel, “Don’t be silly Åārifah Aslam, you’re perfect.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me and started to talk when I stopped her,

“Let me speak,” I said.

“A few weeks ago when I was fixing your laptop I found your online profile,” I started as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s eyes bulged in surprise.

“It was wrong but I checked it out and I’ve checked your profile every day since. I checked it so often I had to get my own … and then I couldn’t help myself and started chatting with you online. I’m the one you’ve been talking to, Åārifah Aslam. So if there’s something wrong with you there’s something wrong with me and we can be wrong together,” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was shocked as I revealed all,

“You mean…” she started.

“Yup,” I said. “We’ve been sharing our secrets, swapping pictures… nurturing our mutual desire.”

“You planned this?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.

I shook my head,

“No. It just… happened. It was you. Deep down I guess I’ve always had you,” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled for the first time,

“Me? So, you really want to…”

I nodded,

“I want to do whatever you want, Åārifah Aslam. But if you’re asking me what I really want, I want to fuck you, Al Åārifah Al Aslam.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s nipples instantly responded to my words,

“You want to fuck me?”

I nodded.

“Say it again,” she said.

“I want to fuck you, Åārifah Aslam,” I repeated.

“Again,” she said.

“I want to fuck you, Åārifah Aslam,” I smiled.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinned a lusty grin as she stood up and faced me.

She tossed her towel aside.

She reached behind her back and undid her top, letting it fall to the floor as her gorgeous breasts spilled free, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī female Musalmān lust and desire now fuelling her actions.

I stared at Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s chest in wonderment, not believing this was actually happening.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as I gawked at her, “mmmmmm Åārifah Aslam wants to fuck her big boy…” she moaned.

I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam back onto my lap and kissed her again, her naked Musalmān breasts pressing against my Hindu male chest as we kissed for a third time.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I kissed on the bed.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam straddled me and felt my growing Uncut Hindu Cock against her.

And it turned her on even more.

I fell back on the bed.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam stayed on top of me as we kissed hungrily.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam broke the kiss and looked down at me, “Did you really mean all the things you wrote?” she asked.

I nodded,

“Every single thing.”

“And that was really your Uncut Hindu Cock you sent me?”

I nodded again,

“Of course, you think I have lots of dick pics sitting around?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled,

“No, but it looked too good to be true,” she said as she kissed softly down my body until she reached my swim trunks.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked up at me as she slowly undid my swim suit and tugged it down my legs, letting my hard experienced Uncut Hindu Cock to spring free.

“Mmmmmm you weren’t lying,” she said as she licked her lips.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s lust grew as she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock and started to stroke me slowly.

Her smile grew even larger when I groaned softly as she stroked my Hindu shaft.

“I bet the girls really love this Uncut Hindu Cock …” she hissed.

I smiled as I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“They really do, but what I really want to know is if Al Åārifah Al Aslam likes it.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam had a mischievous glint in her eye as she stroked me slowly once more before her red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips approached my Hindu shaft and sucked me into her warm wet mouth.

I groaned loudly as Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to suck my Uncut Hindu Cock,

“Ooohhhhh fuck, yes, Åārifah Aslam.”

I watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head bobbed up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock  as she expertly swallowed it, her lips gliding up and down my Hindu shaft.

My cock slipped from Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s mouth and she started to stroke me again,

“Does that answer your question?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.

“Mmmmmm fuck Åārifah Aslam…” I groaned as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s salvia glistened on my Uncut Hindu Prick .

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she kissed and stroked my hard cock,

“Mmmm that will happen soon enough,” she teased.

I groaned again as Al Åārifah Al Aslam slowly dragged her tongue along my shaft and took my Uncut Hindu Cock  back in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

The sound of Al Åārifah Al Aslam blowing me, while I moaned, filled the room and turned us both on.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I love how you suck my Uncut Hindu Cock…” I groaned.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled and continued to suck my cock, it was so big and hard, she loved the way it felt in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and she loved the taboo of sucking off me.

I ran my hands through Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s hair as she sucked and slurped on my Uncut Hindu Dick, I wanted to watch every second as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s mouth pleasured my cock.

“I want you so bad Åārifah Aslam, even more than I did in the pool when you were sitting on my Uncut Hindu Cock. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you.” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to stroke my cock as she sucked on my balls, her hand moving up and down my wet cock.

“Tell Åārifah Aslam what you’d do to her…” she moaned.

I smiled as I moved my hips, thrusting slowly against Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s hand.

“I’d fuck my Åārifah Aslam good and hard. I’d fuck her balls deep. I’d fuck Åārifah Aslam until my Uncut Hindu Cock was worn out,” I started.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān pussy was on fire as she toyed with my balls and stroked my Hindu shaft.

“I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house. I’m going to fuck you in my bed; I’m going to fuck you in this bed and fuck you better than Muħammad Ħabīb ever did. I’m going to fuck you while we eat breakfast, I’m going to bend you over the couch and fuck you in the family room. I’m going to fuck you in the shower, in the grass out back, on the washing machine and everywhere in between,” I continued.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly as I went on and on all the places, I would fuck her, she took my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as my shaft throbbed.

She sucked my Hindu shaft with increased intensity now as her entire Musalmān body felt like it was on fire.

“Cum for Åārifah Aslam,” she breathed, “Åārifah Aslam wants to taste her infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā.”*

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled at her daughter.

Despite her later thirties, she still didn’t understand what the present åālmīn, what the present day MULTIVERSE was.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was still living in her mental hypocritical universe.

She thought the present day Pseudo Islam was the true Islam.

No, it wasn’t.

Yet, the Pseudo Musalmīn were very much more in number than the true Musalmīn.

It wasn’t that only Pseudo Musalmīn were manifold of the true Musalmīn in number.

Even the Christians were so, even the Jews were so, even the Pārsīs were so and even the Hindus were so.

“The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually a military power, Åārifah,” Al Navīdah Al Vasīm said fucking me vehemently, “Islamic State of Iraq and Syria is its worst product. When Yazīd malåūn revived the pre Islamic military power of Årab people, he deliberately did it to snatch away its spiritual power Ħuzūrs gave it. He deliberately snatched away its oxygen, Taħannus. If Taħannus were still an integral part of Islam, as it was in the days of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, Yazīd malåūn couldn’t have converted almost the entire Musalmīn into military power.”

“I can’t understand the reason you are preaching me true Islam, Ammī.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said curtly, “If you think you can justify in this way what you are doing with my father in law, you are quite mistaken.”

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled,

Durgesh isn’t your father in law. Muħammad Ħabīb isn’t Durgesh’s son.”

“I know.”

“That’s why there isn’t any problem that you fuck Durgesh.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was not easily controlling herself from losing her ever righteous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān temper.

She laughed lightly.

“Previously I wondered, Ammī, why you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies are crazy to invite other Musalmān houseladies who don’t fuck Durgesh, to fuck Durgesh either under this pretext or that.”

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm never lost her patience.

She always kept her mind cool when she argued about anything with someone.

She too laughed lightly.

“Now you are wiser?”

“You couldn’t control yourselves.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled contemptuously, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever lier, her ever Durgesh obsessed, young Musalmān lady brigade, spread the lie that Durgesh is the ever best sex specialist, he fucks best. You tried to experience it and lost your chastity, your sanctity, to Durgesh in the process, as well as your Īmān too.”

“Īmān?” her Ammī, Al Navīdah Al Vasīm laughed open heartedly fucking me more and more vehemently.

“Yes!” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said contemptuously, “Īmān. That’s more precious than anything is. As your passion to fuck Durgesh fulfilled, you foolish yet beautiful Musalmān houseladies realize what the utmost precious thing you have lost forever. Your conscience reproaches you. To compensate it, you want the rest of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies also fuck Durgesh themselves, so that you can explain to your conscience that it’s nothing abnormal at all. It’s absolutely normal.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam never even imagined then, what she was doing now, she would herself do some day.*

 

My Uncut Hindu Cock throbbed as I listened to Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was driving me insane as I thrust my Hindu shaft deeper in her Musalmān hotness.

Her hard nipples rubbed against my skin as she sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock and slurped loudly on my hot Hindu rod.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam hadn’t been this hot since she and Muħammad Ħabīb went to our last swingers party years ago and none of the cock’s she’d sucked over the years made her as hot as mine.

I grunted and groaned loudly as Al Åārifah Al Aslam continued her taboo assault on my Hindu shaft until I couldn’t help myself anymore.

“Here it comes,” I grunted through gritted teeth.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she sucked me, her eyes bulging when I finally released and came hard down her Musalmān throat.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam sucked harder on my sprouting Uncut Hindu Prick as my Hindu sperm coated her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue and throat.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she swallowed my Hindu  load, she hadn’t swallowed with Muħammad Ħabīb even, but she just had to taste me.

Her beautiful Musalmān lady friends claimed it was the tastiest thing they swallowed ever.

She licked her lips as she lifted from my shaft, a long line of spit connected my Uncut Hindu Cock to her beautiful red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and she eagerly kissed my Uncut Hindu Cock head to clean it up.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as my Uncut Hindu Cock still  stayed hard, she started to stroke me again,

“You taste so good, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā.”

I smiled as I looked up at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“No one ever sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock like that Åārifah Aslam. No one ever made me cum that hard.”

Yes, it was a lie.

But Al Åārifah Al Aslam needed it.

And I never claimed to be Harishchandr, neither I ever wanted to be.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she climbed up my nude Hindu male body, licking my Hindu male skin along the way,

“Mmmm well Åārifah Aslam knows how to take care of her Hindu protector…”

I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam up to me and kissed her again.

We kissed hungrily on the bed as I rolled Al Åārifah Al Aslam onto her back.

She felt my hand snake down to her soaked bikini bottoms and slip under them.

I smiled when I felt how wet Al Åārifah Al Aslam was and Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned when I started to feel her up.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me,

“Åārifah Aslam is so horny, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā.”

I slowly undid her bikini bottoms and tossed them away,

“Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” I smirked.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I moved between her legs and spread them wide.

She had expected me to just fuck her like Muħammad Ħabīb would have after she sucked my cock but instead I dried her wet Musalmān Pussy with a napkin and then kissed her there passionately.

It was a long kiss itself.

I caused her to moan,

“Mmmm Allah, God, Durgesh, kiss Åārifah Aslam’s pussy…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to pinch and play with her nipples as I kissed her there.

“Mmmm Master fucker Hindu, Åārifah Aslam is going to fuck you so good…,” she groaned.

Chapter 3

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam

 


After the death sentence 3

After the death sentence

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 3

Durgesh Al Zāhidah Al Imām

We agreed to a compromise.

We would wait until she was ready emotionally too and see if we felt the same way.

We would see other people but I would live at home until I met someone else.

Her concession was that we could touch each other but I had to swear not to ever suggest or try to get Al Zāhidah Al Imām past that point – nor let her take me past it.

Our ‘deal’ ended with a sweet long kiss.

That first night, we touched each other into oblivion.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy creamed and Al Zāhidah Al Imām lost count of the number of times I made her come.

My fingers and hands on her, and in her, had Al Zāhidah Al Imām climbing the walls.

I touched her lightly along her neck down to her breasts and said,

“You know what the best thing about your skin is? It goes all over your body.”

Everything that could be done to a clit, I did to her.

I said,

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām. I can touch you there all night, Al Zāhidah Al Imām.” and I did.*

The next morning, for her sanity, Al Zāhidah Al Imām added the ‘vitamin’ rule to our bargain:

Once A Day.

After six months, things were working out wonderfully and terribly.

Neither of us had gone out with other people at all, each night was sublime in each other’s arms, and our craving for more was excruciating.

We didn’t cross the line but we came so close that a feather could have knocked either one of us over it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wouldn’t let me stay the night in her bed because after a few nights of feeling that big hard ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock against her behind, Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t get any sleep.

That didn’t prevent Al Zāhidah Al Imām from going to my bed when her desire to be near me overwhelmed her.

Many of her dreams haunted her.

The nightmare was that they were so sweet.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was finally skewered on my fat ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock and I was fucking Al Zāhidah Al Imām until Al Zāhidah Al Imām screamed.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām woke up dripping from every pore and every hole.

They were so real Al Zāhidah Al Imām awoke angry with me for going back on our deal and frustrated that I really hadn’t.

I couldn’t understand why my Musalmān ‘daughter in law’ was so grumpy on so many mornings.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t tell me how much Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me because it only would have made it harder for her and Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew from experience that I was hard enough all the time.

Somehow we made it until six months.

On a weekend Al Zāhidah Al Imām had to travel for business, Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me to come with her.

Maybe being in a strange room and a strange bed did it or maybe we were both just at a point of no return.

Before we’d even touched, Al Zāhidah Al Imām was undressing in front of the mirror and Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw me sitting on the bed.

I said,

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I’m going to have you tonight.”

It wasn’t angry or asking.

It was a matter of fact.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām turned and took off her bra and said,

“Yes honey, you are.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām walked over to me and offered her nipple to my fingers.

We had waited so long; we both instinctively knew that our first time should not be wasted in a heated rush.

I squeezed each nipple long and hard.

Each pull sent sensations to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām stroked the back of my head as I pulled her panties down, and she said,

“That’s good Durgesh…you make Al Zāhidah Al Imām feel it down to here.” Al Zāhidah Al Imām opened her legs as Al Zāhidah Al Imām stood before me and put my hand over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

I rubbed her gently.

“You have a soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān cunt,” I told her. “…A sweet soft Musalmān cunt that I’m going to be inside…in here Al Zāhidah Al Imām, in here.” As I spoke my finger entered and explored.

I took my finger out and raised it to her lips.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām tasted her juice and it excited me.

I said,

“…I’m going to be here Al Zāhidah Al Imām, in your mouth …my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock is going to be in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…” Al Zāhidah Al Imām squeezed my wet finger and rolled my Ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock around it.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked down at the handsome face and just said

‘Yes Durgesh…yes…yes…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām should have expected what came next but Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t.

I reached between her spread legs and found the tender pucker.

I sent my slippery Uncut Hindu Cock into the small channel and said, “I’m going to fuck you here Al Zāhidah Al Imām…in your gorgeous beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass…my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock is going to be here, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, here.” I drove my Uncut Hindu Cock as far as it would go.

“Allah Allah! OH God…Durgesh…yes…in my …in all of me.”

My pants were still on, but the bulge Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw sent her a picture of my big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock attempting to enter her Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous Musalmān ass.

It sent a shiver through her, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me to do it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām sat next to me and took my shirt off.

I stood and Al Zāhidah Al Imām took off my pants too.

My long, wide, ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock was erect and poised by her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth; the smell of sex was on it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām licked the Hindu length of it and it sprang as Al Zāhidah Al Imām slathered my balls with saliva.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām took the big Hindu knob into her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and squeezed her way up the Hindu shaft.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue traced the contours of my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t sucking long before I pulled out of her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew what we both wanted.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām leaned back and positioned herself to take the insertion Al Zāhidah Al Imām had waited so long for.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“I’m ready Durgesh…Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s ready for you…”

I was breathing hard.

I approached Al Zāhidah Al Imām on my knees and my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock looked like a spear coming out from between my legs.

I spread her by the ankles and said,

“I’m ready too, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…I’ve been ready to fuck you for as long as I can remember…ready to put this ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock inside you where it belongs to…”

As I spoke Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt the head of my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock spreading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Her wetness had made me accessible to the first penetration of my steel Hindu shaft.

As I pushed deeper into her grasping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān channel, Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“Yes Durgesh …that’s where it belongs to…in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy…in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me to fuck her deep and I did.

Each my Hindu stoke took me toward her belly and Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t stop moving as I filled her with my long thick Hindu meat.

“Allah! OH God love…so good…Durgesh, I don’t know how I waited this long…oh honey thank you…thank you for waiting for me…for loving me…now we never have to wait anymore…yes Durgesh…love me…love me with your big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock…always…always…”

As Al Zāhidah Al Imām spoke, Al Zāhidah Al Imām surprisingly started to spasm.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to wait but Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām came with a yell and as I stroked her harder and faster, it felt like only seconds passed after her first orgasm when Al Zāhidah Al Imām began to climb again.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t feel me come and I was still hard as a rock inside her.

I pulled out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and took my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand.

It glistened with her juices and I positioned it on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān asshole.

Before Al Zāhidah Al Imām could gird herself, I had pushed, passed her tight anal ring and Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt the enormous pressure of my ever young ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock working its way into a place it seemed it could not fit.

As I moved deeper in her Musalmān ass, my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock felt more massive than it ever looked.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt as stretched as Al Zāhidah Al Imām could get. Al Zāhidah Al Imām could feel the tears at the corners of her eyes but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was determined not to stop me.

I said,

“Is it too much for you, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…should I stop? Can you take it?”

Could Al Zāhidah Al Imām take it?

Al Zāhidah Al Imām could take it forever.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām loved having the ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in her again and most of all Al Zāhidah Al Imām loved that it was My ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock that was now deep in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Her loud moans and the pressure eased somewhat as Al Zāhidah Al Imām relaxed.

As her fear subsided, Al Zāhidah Al Imām began enjoying the pulsing heat and friction My ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock had created along the walls her tight Musalmān channel.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“No Durgesh, don’t stop…stay inside me ever…it’s where your new Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, wants you…yes my Hindu love…push into Al Zāhidah Al Imām…tell me you need me Durgesh …tell me…”

“Yes, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I need you…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I need this… Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I need to be in you…fucking you like this…fucking you like I’m always going to fuck you…fucking you…fucking you…fucking you…”

As my excitement rose I no longer held back any of my Hindu steel rod that was driving to her Musalmān core.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām could feel me encountering the globes of her gorgeous Musalmān ass as I gave her all of my long ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.

Neither of us was aware ever how much time I fucked Al Zāhidah Al Imām in her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It might be hours even.

However we both enjoyed it more than we anticipated.

To her immense surprise, Al Zāhidah Al Imām found she enjoyed it even more than me.

Allah, she never knew she was so crazy to enjoy even anal sex with me.

How the hell Durgesh knew it?

Who told Durgesh it?

Muħammad Afzal?

Her own husband?

None else could have known it.

Durgesh was the only man in her entire life after Muħammad Afzal.

And Durgesh would be the last too.

Now even Muħammad Afzal can’t touch Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

He has deliberately pushed her to Durgesh’s ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.

Muħammad Afzal didn’t love her more than his terrorist father even.

For Muħammad Afzal, his terrorist father was more important than his wife, Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Shame on you, Muħammad Afzal.

You sold your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, as faithful to you as she made even Durgesh keep waiting for six months for her.

I hate you, Muħammad Afzal.

I hate you now tremendously.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām started to thrust her gorgeous extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass herself wildly tremendously.

She was furious now.

Muħammad Afzal had deceived her.

He had used her to protect his terrorist father sentenced to death.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was a damnfool actually still faithful to Muħammad Afzal.

Allah!

Allah!!

She was herself fucking me now tremendously, wildly, furiously, in her rage.

She wanted to revenge now.

Alas, she didn’t know it when she met her father in law.

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd had watched his daughter in law scrutinizing her carefully,

“I never expected we need to talk.”

“Afzal wanted it, Abbu.”

“Why the hell he himself couldn’t do it?” Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd

asked quite unsatisfied, “Doesn’t the bastard know this place is not for his wife to visit ever?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām smiled.

“Your son has run away.”

“The bastard, he really isn’t my real son.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was stunned,

“Allah, do you really mean it, Abbu?”

“He must be Durgesh’s son, I think. He is as coward as the Hindus are.”

“You still think terrorism is bravery?”

“It isn’t terrorism, it’s ‘Jihad’.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām nodded but said nothing.

It was useless to argue with a persistent animal.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām herself hated the terrorists very much.

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd wiped his eyes again, this time with his other sleeve.

He removed a cigarette and put it between his lips.

His hand shook as he flicked the lighter.

He puffed quickly.

“Why did you come here?” he asked in a low, husky voice.

“I’ve already answered that. Your ‘bastard’ son, Muħammad Afzal wanted it. I can’t inherit his property of several millions if I didn’t try to let Durgesh protect you.”

“Your ‘bastard’ husband, Muħammad Afzal, is really gone crazy. Durgesh is one of the many those destroyed me.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām smiled.

“Your ‘bastard’ son, Muħammad Afzal, told me you never admit your mistakes. You always claim somebody else is responsible for everything you are suffering from.”

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd watched her harshly.

“Are you really my Bahħū Bégum?”

“What do you mean?”

“You talk as if Durgesh is fucking you ab initio, not my son.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was stunned.

Her face became intense red with indomitable fury.

The terrorist animal didn’t deserve her attention even a bit.

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd lacked normal etiquette even.

He used the word ‘fucked’ without any hesitation at all.

Instead, it was evident from his expression that he enjoyed using that humiliating word for her immensely.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām moaned in relief as I began to shoot in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass…lovely soothing cum…the cum Al Zāhidah Al Imām waited so long to have inside her… her Hindu love’s cum…My Hindu cum…filling Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s firm Musalmān ass with what she needed.

That night was the beginning of a new ‘deal’ between Al Zāhidah Al Imām and me.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām promised me Al Zāhidah Al Imām would never say “no” to me again.
I would take Al Zāhidah Al Imām whenever and however I wanted her, and Al Zāhidah Al Imām would let me.
It was an easy bargain to keep.

Privately, our life together naturally evolved over the next year more into one of ashvinātam lovers than any other relationship.
The only thing missing after a while were friends.
We couldn’t go out as a couple and be ourselves where so many people knew us, so we decided to move to the city.
Starting over wasn’t easy but we had each other.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām struck up a friendship with Åzrah Iqbāl, a friendly, good looking woman at work who was also involved in a ‘May-December’ romance.
It turned out that Mohan was ten years her junior and the son of her best friend.
As we got to know them we all became closer and visions of sugarplums began Icing in My and her head.

We didn’t talk about it for the longest time but when the conversation between us turned to,
“Do you think Åzrah Iqbāl is sexy? Do you think Mohan is good looking?” we both knew what was on the other’s mind.
The thought of having two men in Åzrah Iqbāl at once began feeding her fantasy life.
I finally said it,
“What do you think of the four of us getting past conversation and into something more exciting?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām said,
“It sounds sexy to Al Zāhidah Al Imām but do you think it can…change things? Al Zāhidah Al Imām wouldn’t want to do anything that would come between us; you know, what if you really liked Åzrah Iqbāl and…?

I said,
“Oh, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I love you; this would just be playing around…anyway who knows if they would be interested?”

They were.
It turned out that Åzrah Iqbāl and Mohan had had the same idea from the start.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t sure about the whole thing but Al Zāhidah Al Imām figured I’d go along once and see what happened.

The first night started out awkwardly and we were sitting around talking nonsense over drinks for the longest time when Åzrah Iqbāl got up and took off her blouse.
She said,
“Hey guys, this is why we’re here, isn’t it?” She walked over to me, sat in my Hindu lap entirely unashamed of her, and started kissing me.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām had a rush of mixed feelings.
First, Åzrah Iqbāl was kissing her ideal and a pang of jealousy ran through Al Zāhidah Al Imām.
Secondly, she wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits looked bigger than Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was soon distracted when my hands began roaming over her body.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t sure what the others had in mind but Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t going to let Åzrah Iqbāl and me go off separately so Åzrah Iqbāl ‘steered’ us all into one bedroom.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām figured there were lots of possible combinations and Al Zāhidah Al Imām sort of directed things so that the two utmost seasoned Hindu men ‘did’ Åzrah Iqbāl and then I alone do Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām watched as my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock went into Åzrah Iqbāl’s Musalmān mouth, and Mohan’s short, fat, Brāhmañ dick pushed into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy from behind.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām got turned on and Al Zāhidah Al Imām went kissing me as we fucked and squeezed.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t think anyone could make as much noise as Åzrah Iqbāl did.
As Mohan Dīxit attacked Åzrah Iqbāl from behind like a battering ram she screamed as she came. Åzrah Iqbāl probably wasn’t that happy about it because I hadn’t come and she pulled her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth off my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock while she was sounding off.

We all sat on the bed for a few minutes touching each other.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām leaned over and kissed my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock and tasted Åzrah Iqbāl’s juice on me as her lips stroked me into hardness.
Mohan returned the favor by licking Åzrah Iqbāl for a while.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām thought I wanted Åzrah Iqbāl to suck me and have I do Al Zāhidah Al Imām as I had done Åzrah Iqbāl but Al Zāhidah Al Imām had other ideas.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām had come to this party because Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to know what it felt like to have two ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cocks in Åzrah Iqbāl at once.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām directed me on my back and sat over me putting my stubby Hindu thickness into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
It felt good and I did fill Al Zāhidah Al Imām as I did fill Åzrah Iqbāl.
I immediately started bucking up like I was off to the races but Al Zāhidah Al Imām calmed me to a less frenetic pace.
I knew what Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted and had greased her asshole as Al Zāhidah Al Imām leaned over my chest to give me access.

The big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in the small hole coupled with the ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in Åzrah Iqbāl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy had already almost overwhelmed me.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew that a thin membrane separated the two ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cocks in Åzrah Iqbāl, but it felt to Åzrah Iqbāl like they were both in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and both in her Musalmān ass.
The two utmost seasoned Hindu men had pushed in and out of her Musalmān holes as our hands roamed, rubbing and tugging at her tits and ass.
Åzrah Iqbāl wanted to feel us come together…
Åzrah Iqbāl wanted to feel us both filling her with our Hindu cum…in her beautiful Musalmān ass and in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Åzrah Iqbāl urged us on, telling us how good it felt.

I always had good control and I waited until I heard Mohan’s unmistakable sounds of release.
Åzrah Iqbāl called to me as Åzrah Iqbāl felt the first stream of Mohan in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Give it to me Durgesh…give it to Åzrah Iqbāl, please…”
I pounded her Musalmān ass and the heat was excruciating as I fucked her tight Musalmān hole.
I came in her a second or two after Mohan started but it seemed like I kept shooting long after Mohan finished.
Åzrah Iqbāl felt the heat and force of my jets and Al Zāhidah Al Imām missed hearing me calling me “Al Zāhidah Al Imām”; which still sent a shiver of excitement through her even after a year of hearing me call to ‘Al Zāhidah Al Imām’ as I came.

Åzrah Iqbāl didn’t come but was on the edge.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t wait for them to leave so Al Zāhidah Al Imām could have her Durgesh to herself.
When we were finally alone, I squeezed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with a hard loving Uncut Hindu Cock that sent Al Zāhidah Al Imām to the sky.
My long strokes and pressure around her Musalmān clit kept me on the verge for an eternity.
I knew well the trembling and small sounds Al Zāhidah Al Imām usually made before Al Zāhidah Al Imām came and kept stopping before Al Zāhidah Al Imām went over.
When Al Zāhidah Al Imām finally couldn’t stand it anymore Al Zāhidah Al Imām was pulling my hair and almost begging,
“Please Durgesh…let me come…make your Al Zāhidah Al Imām come…”
Finally I took her clit and ran my Uncut Hindu Cock around it without stopping.
It was an exquisite first surge, almost painful, and then blessed release.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,
“You are so good for me, Durgesh…you know how to make your Al Zāhidah Al Imām happy.” Al Zāhidah Al Imām kissed the sweet lips that brought her so much pleasure.

We stayed friends with Mohan Dīxit and Åzrah Iqbāl but that was our only sexual encounter.
Fantasies were fine but we didn’t feel the need to act them out with others; we were enough for each other.
After all, I had Musalmān Beauties who wanted me to fuck them all the time and Al Zāhidah Al Imām had me who did what she needed.

In a month it will be ten years since I’ve been with Al Zāhidah Al Imām as Hindu man and Musalmān woman.
I’ve added ‘wife’ to her feelings.
Although we are not actually married, our commitment to each other is as real and strong as any marriage Al Zāhidah Al Imām have ever seen.
We’ve had infrequent fights like any other couple, but it’s been so good that sometimes it makes her afraid, particularly when the sex is especially good.

Last night was a good example.
We were going to see the Abba play and Al Zāhidah Al Imām was more dressed up than usual.
The dress made her look busty.
I came in to the room and said,
“Wow, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you look great.”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām had white thigh highs on.
I asked,
“Are you wearing the underwear that you usually wear with those stockings?”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām laughed and flashed me the thong part of the frilly white set.
I gave her a serious look and said,
“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I want to fuck you before we go.”

It still thrilled Al Zāhidah Al Imām to see my eager ever young ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock get hard for her and as Al Zāhidah Al Imām unbuttoned the dress.
Looking at the desire in my eyes all these years later, made Al Zāhidah Al Imām feel lucky.
I didn’t want to wait for her to fiddle with the ten buttons.
I pulled the dress up from the bottom.
Before Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew it, her panties were down and I was in her.

It was wonderful how well my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock had learned to make her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy respond but instead of enjoying it as Al Zāhidah Al Imām usually did, Al Zāhidah Al Imām got teary and scared.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām did what Al Zāhidah Al Imām do in her dumb Moments,
“What if…” What if Durgesh stops loving me, what if Durgesh stops wanting me? I’ve tried to stay in shape but I know Ii can’t look as good as I did ten years ago so what if Durgesh stops finding me attractive?

I knew something was wrong and when Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me, I put my arms outside of her and gathered her into me.
With small kisses all over her face, I kept pushing slowly in and out of Al Zāhidah Al Imām saying,
“You never have to worry, Al Zāhidah Al Imām; I’m going to love you forever. You’ll always be beautiful because Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I love you…all you ever have to do is love me back.”
I stroked her hair as my driving ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock filled Al Zāhidah Al Imām with pleasure.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām calmed and let my loving take her to the place where my love of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body filled her heart.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām surrendered to my hands, my fingers and my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her sweet Durgesh rode up into her belly and reached the place that always made her cry out.
The long even Hindu strokes into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy elicited her soft moans.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām let the last hold she had on herself go as my mouth covered hers, and Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt every inch of my long ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock filling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
All of her said,
“Al Zāhidah Al Imām belongs to you, Durgesh, forever.”
Her body flushed under her clothes when Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt I started coming in her.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām pulled me too deep into herself.
A jolt set off her orgasm and it felt as if her cum was coating my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām entered the moment Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to live in forever, never thinking once of the wrinkled dress she’d have to change.

Chapter 4

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. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


After the death sentence 2

After the death sentence

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 2

Durgesh Al Zāhidah Al Imām

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was resuscitated by a phone call.

It wasn’t to Al Zāhidah Al Imām or from Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was in the den and was about to call her sister Al Saħar Al Imām.

I was on the phone so much that Al Zāhidah Al Imām usually checked to see if it was free by pressing the speakerphone button; Al Zāhidah Al Imām got an earful.

I was talking to Al Kubrā Al Nasīr, a girl I was going to the prom with.

The first words Al Zāhidah Al Imām heard were

“…now put that wet finger on your slippery little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān button.”

What was Al Zāhidah Al Imām listening to?

It couldn’t be her ideal Durgesh whom Al Zāhidah Al Imām was sure was a sophisticated, the utmost seasoned man that Al Zāhidah Al Imām was still waiting to have the ‘sex talk’ with?

As I continued talking Al Zāhidah Al Imām realized Al Zāhidah Al Imām was a little too late.

He said,

“Make believe it’s my Uncut Hindu Cock making circles all around it…slowly…one way and then the other…is your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  getting wet the way it does for me, little girl?”

The sound of her answer sent an electric spark through her belly.

“Oh yes Durgesh…my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy’s all wet for you…why aren’t you here with your big ardent Hindu thing…so Al Kubrā Al Nasīr can kiss you and you can touch me all over…?” Her hand went almost involuntarily between her legs.

“Tomorrow, little girl…Muħammad’s having a party…and you’re going to be there…upstairs…with your beautiful Musalmān legs spread…and then you’ll have it…deep in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy…”

As I described what I was going to do to my girlfriend, Al Zāhidah Al Imām put her hand in her panties and slid a finger over her moist Musalmān clit.

As the disturbing image of mine entering the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy of a woman who could only be her focused, Al Zāhidah Al Imām came with a shudder.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām pressed the speakerphone off and went blank until the cooling stickiness in her panties reminded Al Zāhidah Al Imām  of what had just happened.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt confused but with a sexual energy Al Zāhidah Al Imām hadn’t felt in years.

It felt so good to be turned on again even if it was Durgesh, the ever infamous Utmost Successful Hindu fucker of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties that had turned her on – then Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked in the mirror.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was appalled.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām determined to do something about what Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw.

It was four months of hell, four days a week in the gym after work.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām lost the extra pounds and found a not bad looking woman looking back at her who was ready to resume an intimate relationship. Throughout her ‘ordeal’, Durgesh was an inspiration.

One discouraging day I said,

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you’re doing great. I would love to have a girl who looks that hot; you look good enough to love.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was sure I didn’t mean it in a sexual way but still; I was too much of an inspiration.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was inspired by the phone call that still played in her head.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was inspired by the handsome strong body I had still maintained amazingly even at my sixty six.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was inspired by ashvinātam thoughts of mine doing to Al Zāhidah Al Imām what I said I would do to Al Kubrā Al Nasīr.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had fought the thoughts for weeks and months: rationalizing why Al Zāhidah Al Imām had them, telling herself about their fantasticality and immorality.

After all, Durgesh wasn’t a Musalmān.

He was a Hindu and so many Musalmīn hated Durgesh.

Out of jealousy?

It was what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed.

She claimed the Musalmīn that hated Durgesh were actually not Musalmīn.

They were Pseudo Musalmīn actually.

Most of the Musalmān Beauties believed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

The ‘Pseudo Musalmīn’ claimed it was due to Durgesh’s incredible unique sexual prowess.

Durgesh is crazy to fuck Musalmān Beauties.

The ever sex starved ever ravenous Musalmān Beauties love and worship Durgesh for it.

They are crazy to fuck Durgesh now more than even Durgesh is crazy to fuck them.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan heads such Musalmān Beauties, obsessed to have Durgesh’s ever dirty Uncut Hindu Cock inside their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām dismissed such fantasies time and again only to have them return…unbidden…urgent…searing her insides.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām sent them away with anger, frustration, and finally with masturbating fingers.

They returned to mock her when Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked at my ever handsome Hindu male face or when I hugged her hello.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām tried to talk to Saħar Al Imām but the words wouldn’t come out.

How does a woman say to her sister,

“I want to sleep with Durgesh, the ever infamous Utmost Successful Hindu fucker of us Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām started becoming someone Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t like; Al Zāhidah Al Imām listened in on my conversations.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām did something that still embarrassed her when Al Zāhidah Al Imām thought about it; Al Zāhidah Al Imām went into my bedroom in the middle of the night.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām planned to say Al Zāhidah Al Imām heard a noise or something like that if I awoke.

I was lying almost on my side.

It was a hot night and I was nude.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw what Al Zāhidah Al Imām went to see.

My long Uncut Hindu shaft lay flaccid on my thigh.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām stood for almost a half hour.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām watched in silent fascination as my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock almost fully hardened at one point.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām imagined it in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt herself on the edge of doing the unthinkable.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām went back to her room and made herself come twice.

Even that night, in her cobwebbed denials, Al Zāhidah Al Imām never thought that Al Zāhidah Al Imām could ever let me put that ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock inside her, nor did Al Zāhidah Al Imām think she would want to.

After all, Al Zāhidah Al Imām was my daughter in law.
Of course, Afzal isn’t Durgesh’s real son.

Afzal’s Ammī started to live in relationship when Afzal’s real father, Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd, was sentenced to death for his so called inhumane activities of terrorism against everyone who wasn’t Musalmān.
Things began going crazy when I came home after prom night.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me how it went and I said “Okay”.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me why it wasn’t ‘great’ or ‘fabulous’.

I laughed and said.

“Those are the details you really don’t want to know, Al Zāhidah Al Imām.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was serious when Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me I could tell her anything and that Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to know anything that affected me.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew I’d fucked almost entire Musalmān Beauties present there, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was still wide eyed when I told her.

“Well, it’s Al Kubrā Al Nasīr, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I sort of broke up with her tonight…it’s a sex thing, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, are you sure you want to hear this?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām put her hand over me and said,

“Sure, I do, but I’m surprised you broke up because she’s such a pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl you have always preferred on other girls, and she has a wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body.”

“It’s okay…it’s not as nice as yours, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, and she really doesn’t want to use it. We’ve had…you know…intercourse a few times…but she never wants to do anything else…it makes no sense but she says the other stuff is only if we get ‘serious’ or engaged or something. Hey, I’m not ready for anything like that…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I mean I’m not getting married just to get…it doesn’t matter…it’s not like we were in love or anything.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re not rushing into anything…you’re still amazingly young and handsome and there are going to be a lot of Musalmān Beauties …I’m sure.”

My remark about her body sensitized Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

“I shouldn’t ask you this but I’m curious, have you already done all those ‘other things’ with other beautiful Musalmān girls?”

” They call me an Utmost seasoned man. Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you really are curious.” I took a deeper breath and said, “I’ve had oral sex a lot and it’s great but I’ve never preferred uh…anal…not that I would mind trying it but…”

I started to laugh.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me why and I said,

“Well, Al Kubrā Al Nasīr said she would NEVER have anal with me because I’m…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I guess I’m pretty big…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“A woman adjusts…most woman can…I’m sure you’re not that too big…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked down and saw the outline of the bulge in my pants and put her hand on it…

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had put her hand on my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock!

Al Zāhidah Al Imām fogged over; Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t hear what I said.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had crossed the line without even knowing Al Zāhidah Al Imām was approaching it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked up to see me with my eyes closed enjoying the rubbing Al Zāhidah Al Imām was giving me.

I got harder.

Was I enjoying it because it was Al Zāhidah Al Imām, or would any Hindu gets hard if any decent looking Musalmān woman rubbed his Uncut Hindu Cock, even if it was his Musalmān daughter in law?

The questions disappeared when my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock appeared.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām herself had unzipped my pants and taken it out.

It was swollen red with blood…it was rock hard…its size fascinated Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

I said,

“Suck it, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…please suck it. I need not your hand there now, your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth instead. Please!”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām hadn’t had the ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth for so long…

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had forgotten how much Al Zāhidah Al Imām liked it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām closed her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth over about a third of my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock, wrapped her beautiful Musalmān fingers over the still exposed Hindu shaft and slid her hand back and forth as Al Zāhidah Al Imām sucked my ever infamous, yet ever dreamed of by Musalmān Beauties, Uncut Hindu Cock.

The more Pseudo Musalmīn hated me for it out of jealousy, the more their beautiful Musalmān houseladies were obsessed to have my Uncut Hindu Cock inside their ever sex starved ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts.

The swollen helmet felt velvety smooth in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as my Ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock massaged it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām took more of the big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock until it approached the back of her Musalmān throat.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt my hands on her head and in my excitement and experience I was directing Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām gently moved my hands to her aching Musalmān breasts.

Her husband, Muħammad Afzal, couldn’t face the humiliation that his real father was a terrorist and was waiting to be hanged till death.

He ran away leaving everything behind on Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s name.

The only condition he insisted on was that Al Zāhidah Al Imām would manage Durgesh to represent his father somehow anyway.

I massaged them over her blouse, as Al Zāhidah Al Imām tasted my Hindu pre-cum.

The flavor of sex made Al Zāhidah Al Imām hungry for more.

The thought of mine spewing ashvinātam cum into Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s mouth excited and alarmed me.

Before I exploded Al Zāhidah Al Imām actually thought of stopping…and…Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t even know what Al Zāhidah Al Imām was going to do or say but the sound of desire in my voice was mesmerizing and it made Al Zāhidah Al Imām wet.

I said,

“Oh, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…yes…suck my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock…suck it, suck it…it feels so good…don’t stop…please…my beautiful Al Zāhidah Al Imām…”

My first release caught Al Zāhidah Al Imām by surprise.

It was so hard Al Zāhidah Al Imām pulled back and the next two jets caught her on the cheek and chin.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām returned my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock to her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and swallowed the last of my fragrant Hindu cum that presaged her panic.

“What have I done?” Al Zāhidah Al Imām thought, “Is Durgesh going to hate me for the rest of my life? How could I have sucked Durgesh’s ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock?”

“OH, Al Zāhidah Al Imām”, I said, “That was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to us, Al Zāhidah Al Imām,”

I kissed away her trembling and I kissed away her silent tears but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was overwhelmed.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām ran to her room and locked the door.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was mortified.

Durgesh requested her to open the door and talk to me but Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t.

She was so ashamed of herself.

Moreover, she was immensely furious to her runaway husband, Muħammad Afzal.

How the hell could she manage Durgesh to represent his terrorist father in law?

Did Muħammad Afzal want his wife, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, to sleep with Durgesh for it even, if necessary?

After a long time Al Zāhidah Al Imām said,

“I’m okay Durgesh, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t okay, neither through that sleepless night nor for weeks afterwards.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām apologized to me and told me she’d been drinking and depressed even though the truth was that Al Zāhidah Al Imām just wanted to sleep with me; no…Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me to fuck her…but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was determined that she shouldn’t let me ever.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām requested me to forgive her and forget that it happened.

What a stupid thing to say.

‘Forget that Al Zāhidah Al Imām took your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and sucked you until you came.’

Needless to say, neither of us could forget what happened.

The more we didn’t talk about it, the larger it loomed whenever we were together.

Finally one night, in the middle of a sentence, I began kissing Al Zāhidah Al Imām passionately.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted nothing more than for me to take her, have her, be in her; but Al Zāhidah Al Imām reluctantly pushed me off and said,

“Sweetheart…love…we can’t…it’s ashvinātam, absolutely prohibited in Islam. Oh Durgesh…Al Zāhidah Al Imām put these crazy ideas in your head with her selfish…”

I stopped her.

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, do you think I never thought about you? Don’t you know, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I was always turned on by you?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was surprised.

“But I was horrible to look at and…”

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you were never horrible. You were always beautiful to me. Let me show you something.”

I went to my room and returned a Moment later with some photographs in my hand.

They were old ones that her husband had taken when they were first married.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked at herself in ‘pin-up’ poses wearing a bikini.

“Where did you get those…that was so long ago I don’t even remember taking them?”

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I found them in a stack of pictures five years ago, Al Zāhidah Al Imām. Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you’ve been turning me on for a long time. Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I look at these pictures all the time…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I still…believe me, you didn’t start me thinking about having sex with you…Al Zāhidah Al Imām I…”

I came closer to kiss her, to touch her, to love her.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt like saying,

“Yes Durgesh, put your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in my enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth again, put your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock wherever you want to fuck me…”

Instead, Al Zāhidah Al Imām stopped me by saying,

“Allah Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, please don’t…please don’t make it that much harder. We can’t…we just can’t…Al Zāhidah Al Imām can’t do it to you.”

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām” I said, “You’re not doing anything to me…It’s what Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I want…isn’t it what you want yourself too, Al Zāhidah Al Imām?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām hesitated for a second.

I reached for her saying…

‘Let me love you Al Zāhidah Al Imām…just let me…”

“Please Durgesh, no…Al Zāhidah Al Imām can’t even talk about it anymore…we’re not going to become…honey please understand…please don’t break my heart. Right now Al Zāhidah Al Imām wants you so much Al Zāhidah Al Imām doesn’t know if Al Zāhidah Al Imām can stop you. My husband has runaway. I need sex very much. But…from you? Never. Never. I’m sorry.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām started to cry.

“Oh, Durgesh, it hurts me…please don’t hate me.”

I relented,

“Okay, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I won’t force you…how can I stop loving you however, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…but can I at least hold you?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām came to my arms and her breasts pushed into my chest.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

It was a torture until I let her go.

That night, Al Zāhidah Al Imām touched herself until Al Zāhidah Al Imām was exhausted.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t satisfy herself.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was only feeding her hunger.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām became lovesick.

It sounded romantic; it wasn’t.

There was nothing poetic about it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām actually became physically ill because of the stress and the unrelenting desire to have my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her now immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām ended up in bed for ten days with a weakened immune system.

The doctor said something about ‘fatigue syndrome’ but Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew better.

I was so good to Al Zāhidah Al Imām during that time Al Zāhidah Al Imām got teary thinking about it.

I took care of her,

I looked after her, and I was always there.

We spent so many hours talking about everything.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām never felt as loved in her life as Al Zāhidah Al Imām did when I sat on her bed and cradled her in my arms with soft kisses on her forehead.

With my help Al Zāhidah Al Imām climbed out of the pit of despair Al Zāhidah Al Imām had dug for herself.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām finally talked to Saħar Al Imām.

After about twenty ‘you what?’ she settled down enough to help me struggle toward an acceptance of her situation.

It was enough just to hear a bit of assurance that Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t terrible and that the rest of her life might not have to be a horror.

She told her Al Zāhidah Al Imām could have all the feelings but waiting until she was older would be the responsible and right thing to do.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām settled in her mind that she would not have me sexually before she was ready emotionally too for it.

Of course Al Zāhidah Al Imām realized that there was no magic number that makes a person ready for mature decisions but it was reasonable for lots of reasons.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām spoke to me that night.

I tried every way I knew to convince her otherwise, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām stood fast.

The things I said were things Al Zāhidah Al Imām had heard when Al Zāhidah Al Imām was a young girl and they would have been funny if Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t want it as much as I did.

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, let me be in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy just once; Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I promise I won’t come.”

The thought of my full Hindu manhood spreading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and pushing up into her belly made Al Zāhidah Al Imām wet but after three hours of sweat and tears she came around, and so did I.

Chapter 3

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 35

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 35

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The Utmost Ancient thorughly Updated New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Sabīħah Pervez

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund greedily and started playing with it entirely unashamed of herself.

She undressed me completely.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan promptly undressed Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān completely too.

I undressed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan myself.

Now, all we three were entirely naked there.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān removed her hand from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s hair and cupping her large breasts started rubbing her nipples against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s.

They both moaned in their tongue filled kiss and licked my lips at the sight of their tits pressing against each other.

The difference between them made it even hotter to watch.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s large full breasts with their dark nipples were sliding across Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s big perky tits with her adorable pink nipples.

Both women’s hips were rocking and lifting her foot from the floor, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan draped her long leg over Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s hips and slid closer to her.

I put my hand on Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s thigh and began caressing it while Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān pulled her head back just far enough for me to see her tongue flicking across Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān eased back further and pushing her tits up, whispered,

“Please suck them again, thirty four years old young mother in law!”

“Oh sure, Bahū Bégum.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan giggled and immediately lowered her head to suck Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s swollen nipple into her mouth.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān wrapped her arm around Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s shoulders, and letting her head fall back moaned loudly.

I reached out and began caressing both of their backs.

I marveled at how soft and smooth Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān skin was.

I slid my hand up under her thick dark hair.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān turned her head and her emerald eyes looking into mine, asked softly,

Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, would you please like to give your Bahū Bégum a kiss?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān winked, “A real kiss?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Then come, please give me one.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  closed her eyes and tilting her head to the side, parted her lips, awaiting me.

Rising up on my knees and with a feeling of the surreal, I pressed my lips to my Bahū Bégums.

She sighed softly and began moving her lips gently across mine.

I returned the kiss as gently as I could, trying to hold back from driving my tongue into her mouth.

Unlike how she had kissed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was going slower and easier with me, at times her lips barely touching mine.

I put my arm around her bare shoulders and pulled her closer to me.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān moaned in her throat.

Opening my eyes and looking down I could see Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s lips fastened to my Bahū Bégum’s nipple.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s eyes were open.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was staring at us with a look of naked lust in her blue eyes.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s tongue pressed against my lips and I parted them to allow her warm wet tongue access to mine.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān sighed in pleasure as her tongue probed my mouth and I started moving my hips against the couch, pressing my yearning ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into it as I made out with my Bahū Bégum.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan grabbed my wrist and lifting it, placed my hand over my Bahū Bégum’s breast.

I moaned into our kiss as I began to fondle her soft Musalmān breast.

I could feel her hard nipple poking into the palm of my hand as I slid it back and forth.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whimpered and the sound sent a surge through my cock.

Taking her nipple between my fingers I began to roll it between them.

“Oh, yes!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whispered, removing her lips from mine, “Look at the two of you!”

“I think Durgesh should squeeze your other nipple, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, don’t you?”

“Yes, Ammī!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said and grabbing my hand shoved it down to her tits.

Not that I minded in the least.

I opened my palm and taking her nipple into it began squeezing it with such enthusiasm my fingers were smacking.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at me from around Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s other nipple and then made a show of barely touching it with her tongue.

She blinked at me and taking her hint, I did the same.

I felt her shiver against me and her hands were now on the backs of both our heads.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan leaned over and began tonguing the nipple.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s lips pressed against mine and we shared a quick kiss before she went back to teasing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s other nipple.

This time it was my Bahū Bégum I was now staring at.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was throbbing down my thigh.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s eyes were on me.
Imitating Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān gave me a mischievous smile that caused my heart to skip a beat and leaned over to share her nipple with me.

“Hmm, now this is family bonding.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  whispered, before her lips pressed into mine.

I accepted her kiss then gasped when her hand dropped off the couch and found my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you are fucking hard!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān declared. “I think your little live in relationship partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated,  and your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān are going to have to do something to take care of that!”

“That’s right, Sālīs, you both are idles already.” I said curtly.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān winked at me mischievously.

“Sorry, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I miss a lot of things.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said, “Especially sucking your greatest unique ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was looking at my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh you can share Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund with me?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, groaned, “We are going to pass it back and forth like a lollypop?”

“I’m indebted! Thank you very much, Ammījān!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān smiled gratefully.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan started to speak, but her words turned into a long moan as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was once again sucking her clit.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I stared at her exposed Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had a big patch of dark hair at the top, but the rest was smooth.

Like her nipples, the skin of her pussy was darker than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s and I could see her swollen clit peering out from beneath her puffy lips.

I glanced over at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, to see her staring at Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān with her mouth open, her big tits heaving as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was still recovering form cumming so hard.

Her blue eyes were locked on Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s beautiful young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and her tongue journeyed across her lips as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan   whispered,

“Damn, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Bahū Bégum, you’re fucking hot.”

“Yeah, not bad for a bitchy young Musalmān lady?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked her.

Sitting on the couch she lifted her right leg and draping it over the arm of the couch pointed at me,

“Be a good Hindu, come over here and kiss and fuck a new young Musalmān Choot.”

“Sure, daring.” I said.

“Stand, I want to see you naked when you fuck me.”

Standing I looked over at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, “So much for you taking over.” I told her.

“Who cares who’s calling the shots?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said sliding over and with no hesitation grabbing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s nipple and rolling it between her fingers, “You complaining?”

“No.”

“Calling shots?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked, and then moaned when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan started tonguing her nipple. “Not sure what you mean, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, but what I know is your live in relationship is a lot more fun than you are so far, do you worry about everything?”

“Should have told her she couldn’t talk.” I muttered to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan who was laughing.

“But then you wouldn’t be able to hear me tell you how much I’ve wanted to fuck you.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān told me.

“What?”

“You heard me, Durgesh. I’ve wanted to fuck the both of you, especially you! I’ve spied on you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Watched you fucking countless sexy beautiful Musalmān houseladies, watched you fuck your live in relationship partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.” She licked her lips, “I started having beautiful dreams about you, but then they became waking fantasies and I’ve gotten off to the thought of letting you fuck me for weeks now.”

“Wow.”

“Wow?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān rolled her eyes. “There’s better dialogue than that in porn. Just let Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān feel your big hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

My aching Uncut Hindu Lund sprang and a trail of sticky pre cum flew from the tip.

“Look at that ever young hard Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  hummed.

“The Uncut Hindu Lund, reserved for me, you naughty girl!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, giggled.*

Street lights illuminated the front of the Spanish type white stucco house.

The red tile of the roof showed up almost black in the indistinct light.

A beautiful lady robot in a green coat answered Sabīħah Pervez’s ring.

Once more Sabīħah Pervez appreciated that Ved Nagar didn’t have any human servant for minimal services.

It claimed it was derogatory to human beings.

The humankind is created by Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā for far better purposes.

In the entire HVSI Creations no human being was allowed to serve another human being until it wasn’t a respected job.

The Creations that opposed the very philosophy of HVSI Creations deliberately avoided the use of robots whether lady robots, gent robots or other normal robots that were not humanoid.

Some of the Pseudo Musalmīn Creations outright rejected even the entire robot culture at all.

Sabīħah Pervez was proud of being a citizen of Ved Nagar City State.

“I telephoned Durgesh.” Sabīħah Pervez smiled, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gave me the appointment for this time.”

“I know,” the lady robot too smiled respectfully, “Her Excellency doesn’t need to bother as the Param Purush’s appointment secretary. I’m designed optimum competent to do it, yet…”

Sabīħah Pervez smiled.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan doesn’t want to let Durgesh meet anyone without her own knowledge.”

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!” the lady robot laughed.

Sabīħah Pervez kept smiling.

She didn’t say anything.

Public ProsecutorNādir Muħammad, might not have liked it.

He claimed he had an open and shut case against HVS Law Internationals representing its client.

“This way, please.” The lady robot guided Sabīħah Pervez, “Your coat, please.”

Sabīħah Pervez slipped out of her coat, handed it to the lady robot.

She followed the lady robot along a corridor floored with lovely expensive green tiles, across the huge living room, mellow with indirect lighting to a study that opened on a patio.

I was seated at the big mahogany working table concentrating intently over a script running on my Computer Screen.

The pages were embellished with several colored alterations.

I looked up as Sabīħah Pervez came in, smiled at her, pulled her on my lap and said,

“Do the hell whatsoever you damn please. But don’t interrupt me for some time.”

Sabīħah Pervez laughed, winked at me and started to undress us both.

Sabīħah Pervez grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and started to play with it more seductively than she usually did.

There was an amused antagonism in her eyes.

That’s what Sabīħah Pervez was.

She loved me.

She had sex with me frequently every now and then.

Yet, she was more faithful to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.

Most of my beautiful Musalmān lady friends, my beautiful Musalmān live in relationship partners, and even my beautiful Musalmān wives in my other infinite subtle bodies, were also similar in faithfulness.

Except perhaps my wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD didn’t marry me for incredibly infinite sex I could provide to the beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD married me for my incredibly unique humanity.

She was proud of it.

Sabīħah Pervez kissed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, liked it and then swallowed it entirely in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.

She sucked it passionately.

I was habitual of working unaffected while my horny beautiful Musalmān lady friends enjoyed sex with me.

I kept working nonstop as if there wasn’t any disturbance at all.

I bent over the manuscript in concentration so deep that I was entirely oblivious, entirely unaware, of Sabīħah Pervez for the moment.

Sabīħah Pervez ultimately straddled me, grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, positioned it between her now ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān labial lips and pushed.

She was so wet till now that my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund immediately vanished into Sabīħah Pervez’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.

Sabīħah Pervez sighed her relaxation and smiled triumphantly.

Sabīħah Pervez enjoyed its penetration for a while remaining motionless and then started raising up and down herself ravenously.

I smiled my welcome and thanks at her, remaining still in deep concentration in my manuscript.

Sabīħah Pervez increased her pace and fucked me gracefully skillfully.

No, Sabīħah Pervez wasn’t of my age.

She was a young lawyer instead anywhere between twenty eight and thirty.

I smiled.

“In just a moment I’ll have this one scene licked, then we’ll talk.”

The very lack of expression in my voice told Sabīħah Pervez that my concentration was absolutely genuine.

Sabīħah Pervez understood.

For her, I was evidently a showman.

I never made to conceal the fact that I was sixty six now actually.

I couldn’t prove now that I wasn’t thirty six as my entire papers proved now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, had masterminded it so faultlessly that none could prove now I wasn’t thirty six.

Legally I was thirty six now everywhere.

Physically my ever young body also confirmed it.

A pair of large, tortoise shell spectacles rested on my nose.

I kept my head slightly bowed.

My eyes stared in concentration at the script.

Suddenly, I snatched up a soft leaded pencil from the desk, ad swooped down upon the manuscript in a frenzied attack, scratching out words, scribbling inserts and marginal notations.

I was entirely confident of what I was doing.

There wasn’t even the slightest hesitancy.

I struggled to make my hand keep up with my thoughts.

Then I dropped the pencil, pushed back the script and turned on my smiling thankful eyes to Sabīħah Pervez.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“You never need to be. I’m enjoying the waiting more than my work with you. Never mind, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t think you’d get here quite this soon.”

Sabīħah Pervez smiled gracefully.
Chapter 36

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 34

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 34

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The Utmost Ancient thorughly Updated New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

I sat back on my knees not even the slightest paralyzed by the sight of Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān standing there.

In front of me, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, sat up and grabbing the sheet pulled it up to her chest.

“Allah, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!” she exclaimed, “Don’t you ever knock? Don’t you have any manners at all? Durgesh is your father in law and as such, I’m your mother in law, young or otherwise. Our age doesn’t count.”

“I knocked, but someone was making too much noise to hear me apparently.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān answered stepping into the room.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, you didn’t lock the door!” I looked sternly at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, “What the hell is…”

“At least she has enough sense to cover herself.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān pointed at me, “Put that thing away. Will you? I’m your Bahū Bégum, Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!!”

I looked down and saw my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was still tremendously hard.

Not just hard, but glistening and dripping from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty four years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Smart, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā! I’ll give you 10 points…”

“My dear honorable youngest mother in law! You think this is funny?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān demanded approaching the bed, “Well I don’t!”

“You don’t find anything funny anymore Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said calmly. “You’ve been pretty bitchy lately.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!” I interrupted.

“Oh, please.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān waved her hand at us, “Like you have any respect for me. If you did you wouldn’t have been doing what you were doing.”

“What we were doing?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan giggled, “You mean fucking? Has it been that long you don’t remember what to call it? We are live in relationship partners. What’s immoral what’s illegal in it, my moralist, Bahū Bégum?”

“Young lady, it’s going to be a long time for you if you don’t watch your mouth.”

She’d stopped in front of the bed and crossing her arms added,

“Well I’ll rephrase that, even if you are my young mother in law you don’t have any right to play me when you are having sex with my father in law. Have you?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!” I said curtly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled,

“You know, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you are being rude, disrespecting your elders. Just because you’re not getting laid doesn’t mean other women shouldn’t too.”

What are you doing here?”*

“Learning from my elders how to make love successfully.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said.

“Watching us nonstop?”

“That’s right. I told you why.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan giggled.

I looked at her sternly.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān smiled ironically.

She stared hard at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was still grinning.

What she found so funny, I had no idea.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was wearing a short white robe over the bikini and it was tied loose enough that I could see the inner half of her young Musalmān breasts.

The bottom had flared open to expose her stomach and I could just make out a glimpse of a flash of white material between her smooth young Musalmān thighs.

Her dark hair was dry at this point and looked damn good where it was lying across the white robe.

But as good as her body looked, at this point it was her face I was drawn to.

As corny as it sounded my Bahū Bégum looked hot when Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was mad.

Her cheeks would flush and her green eyes would get wide and bright.

She tended to breathe hard.

Her breasts were heaving and I watched them rise and fall wondering what they would feel like.

They were as firm as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s, yet they were heavy and nice and soft and…

“You must be more polite, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said from where she was still sitting with the sheet now wrapped around her. “We’re in our room and we were being…”

“Quiet?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān laughed humorlessly, “Please I could hear you yelping like a dog halfway down the hallway! And this time you were in his room! You don’t think I smelled your perfume on my sheets?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” I said curtly. “Exactly what do yourself here for? I myself wanted to…”

“Fuck your girlfriend in your Bahū Bégum’s bed. How is that respectful?”

“We figured the bed could use some action.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan told her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s eyes flashed,

“I can get plenty of action, thank you. But unlike you it’s not all I think about.”

“Maybe you should think about it sometimes.” She laughed, “Really Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you’re a pretty woman, you should be…”

“What I do is none of your business, but speaking of doing, you want to tell me what you two were up to in here?”

“Um, I think you saw what we were doing.” I said curtly.

“True.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān put her hands on her hips.

That caused the robe to open completely and I had to force my eyes to stay on her face and not stare at her scantily clad young female Musalmān body.

“Damn, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Bahū Bégum, you look good in that bikini!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whistled, “Most of my friends wouldn’t wear that.”

“But you would, wouldn’t you?”

“Yup!” she laughed, “You’ve seen my little green one.”

“I have.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān paused for a Moment and stared at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan returned her gaze again with a smile on her face.

For a second I thought I saw Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s lips twitch as if Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān too were going to smile back, but instead she pointed at me.

“Father in law! You didn’t answer me so let me rephrase the question. Who were you fucking?”

“Um…” hearing my Bahū Bégum say fucking while standing there with her incredible body on full display was more than a little distracting. “I…”

“Um, I!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān mocked, “What?”

I smiled,

“I am with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. Can’t you see yourself?”
“Really? Did she change her name recently because all I heard was, “Oh, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and oh Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I love fucking you!”

“That’s why you are here? Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan insisted on role playing. I tried my best not to. Yet Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan challenged me you yourself want it. I met her challenge.” I said curtly, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said she had deliberately left the door unlocked. She betted you’d come in.”
“Is it that?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān turned at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, “You like me sucking and fucking Durgesh? Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān likes his big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

I was shocked hearing those words in her actual voice.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  twitched.
“It was just a game, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said curtly, “I wanted Durgesh to test you. And you failed miserably.”

“Just pretend would be he’s the pizza guy or you’re a hooker. Just pretend shouldn’t be talking about banging his Bahū Bégum!”

Turning she stared me straight in the eye,

Durgesh, do you want to fuck me?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan told you.” I told Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, “it was a game to test you. You lost it.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed ironically.

“We only fantasized to bring you out in your true character, you damnfool.”

“Fantasies are things we want to happen.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said quietly, “Durgesh, I think we need to talk then you need to talk to someone because what I heard was disgusting and it makes me feel bad, like I did something wrong.”

“Well look at how you walk around.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan indicated at her bikini, “Damn, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you look like you’re ready to star in one of those porn movies.”

“Are you saying I caused this? That I…I’m cock teasing my father in law?”

“Maybe.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan grinned sarcastically, “You don’t seem to want to get any so maybe that’s how you get your kicks.”

“Enough!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān snapped, but gathering the robe around her tied it tightly. “I’m going downstairs. I strongly request the two of you get dressed and come down because we need to have a little talk about your sick little games!”

She turned and striding quickly out of the bedroom slammed the door.*

I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

“That’s why I was against it.”

“It’ll be okay.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, ran her fingers through my hair. “I’ll talk to you with her we’ll tell her it was a game and it was my idea and…”

“Whatever, “I waved my hand disgustedly. ”Even if she ignores it now, I’ll never live it down. Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān will never forget this!”

“Maybe Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān will!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan snapped her fingers, tossing the sheet aside hopped off the bed and went over to my desk.

“What do you mean?”

Picking up the coin I had attached to the silver chain for our psychology project Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan waved it back and forth in front of me.

“We’ll use this and make her forget it!”

“Are you nuts?” I stood up, going to my bureau pulled out a pair of boxers and another pair of shorts. “That nonsense doesn’t work.”

“You never know.” She looked down and smiled, “Nice ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

“Yeah?” I paused then asked, “Want to finish? Odds are not good.”

“Nah,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, waved her hand, “Wait until we can play, I don’t want to rush.”

“But…”

“It’ll be fine.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stood up and grabbing her shorts slid them on.

“What about your thong?”

“I don’t feel like wearing it,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  winked as she pulled her tank top on “Or a bra, I’m going to sit and talk to our Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, with no panties and my nipples sticking out.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m your exclusive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slut, remember?” she laughed, “And I think she looks.”

“Come on, our Bahū Bégum isn’t into women, hell she’s not even into men right now.”

“Maybe because she’s shopping in a different store. Anyway.” She held up the stupid pendent again. “We’re going to be just fine this little baby is going to make it all better.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, we’ve tried that on each other and a couple of the kids from class, it doesn’t work.”

“It might on our Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” She nodded, “I bet she’s really suggestible.”

“Whatever, just leave it here.  I’ll go down and face the music.” I grabbed my t-shirt and putting it on said, “You ready to go downstairs?”

“Oh, I’m ready.” She flashed me a huge smile.

I looked at her nipples poking through her flimsy shirt and tried again, “You sure we can’t catch a real quick one over the bed?” when she rolled her eyes I whined, “I didn’t get to cum and…”

“You just be a good boy and listen to me, and you will cum plenty!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said and without another word strolled past me swinging her hot big Musalmān ass and left the bedroom.

I followed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and wondered why she seemed to think this was no big deal.

She was practically skipping down the stairs ahead of me.

I took my time, trying to figure out how to talk Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān into thinking there was nothing behind what she heard other than a, “hey why not?” Kind of fantasy of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan reached the bottom of the stairs and stood there impatiently with her hands on her hips as I made my way to her.

I saw she was holding the pendent and rolled my eyes.

What the hell was she thinking?

The premise of our report was that hypnosis rarely worked and so far we’d been supporting that theory having not been able to do it with any of our friends or each other.

“Put that thing away.” I told her. “It’ll just make things worse.”

“Oh, ye of little faith!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  laughed, “Remember they say people who want to be hypnotized, can be.”

“And our Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, wants to be?”

“I think our Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, is wound way to tight and wants to cut loose, so you never know she might be open to it.”

When she saw me frowning she shrugged,

“Look, Durgesh, could it hurt to try?”

“I guess not, but how are you going to get her to go along?”

“You’ll see.”

She turned and walked into the living room.

My shoulders slumped in resignation at the embarrassment to come, I drifted in behind her.

“About time.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said from the couch, “Another minute I would have gone up there figuring you were fucking your Bahū Bégum again.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” I said curtly, “listen…”

“Oh, no, Durgesh, you’re the one who’s going to be listening and not just to me, but whatever shrink I can find that deals with men who have wet dreams about their Bahū Bégums.”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, it was my idea.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said authoritatively.

“No, even if it was your idea he had to want to go along with it.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān replied and pointing at the big overstuffed chair across from her said, “Sit right there Durgesh, please!”

“Alright.” I said furiously and sat down as she requested.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, stood off to the side looking around.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked,

“What are you looking at, my young mother in law?”

As she addressed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, my eyes wandered to her long legs.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had tied the robe tightly, but it was short and I could see right up to her young beautiful smooth Musalmān thighs.

Her feet were still bare.

“Just looking around,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  said authoritatively. “It’s bright in here.”

It was just after noon and Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had all the drapes open.

“Good thing if it were dark you two might start groping each other.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān quipped. “You going to sit?”

she pointed at the corner of the couch.

“In a minute.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan told her, “But first I want you to know this whole mess was my idea and your own fault, Bahū Bégum.”

“You said that already and I said if I went along with it then it makes him worse. I am his Bahū Bégum and…”

“That’s the thing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you couldn’t help yourself.”

“Oh, please!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān laughed, “Why is that dear, because he can’t resist your mouth?”

“No need to get nasty Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said calmly. “Thing is Durgesh was under my spell.”

“What?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān shook her head, “Mother in law, you’re a pretty girl, but give me a break.”

“I don’t mean like that, I mean this!”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān frowned at the silver dollar Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was holding up by the chai.

I sat back in my chair trying not to roll my eyes.

“Isn’t that the coin from your project?”

“Yup.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan nodded, “We’ve been working on hypnosis. Today Durgesh finally relaxed, took it seriously and I put him under.”

Durgesh isn’t feeble minded.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān laughed, waved at the coin, “Try again.”

“You don’t have to be weak minded, you just need to be receptive and let yourself go.”

When Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s answer was that trademark eye roll I was trying to avoid doing, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, persisted. “People who allow themselves to be hypnotized always feel better afterwards because the trance helps them realize what they want, it lowers inhibitions.”

“Really?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān pointed at me “So he really does want me?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stopped.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had just turned it around on her.

But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, quickly recovered and with a grin continued,

“No, but when I was under, I used him being in a trance to get him to play the Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān game to test you.” She pointed at me. “I’d asked him before, but he always said no.”

“Mother in law that is the dumbest thing I ever heard.”

“Tell you what, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, lifted the chain higher,

“Let me try it on you and you’ll see I’m not kidding and then you can just tell me I can’t come over for a while or something, but not disrespect Durgesh because he couldn’t help it, okay?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān looked first at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan then at me.

To my surprise she sat back in the chair and put her hands out in a why not gesture,

“Fine, but when this doesn’t work I’m calling your Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and telling him about your sick little games.” She smirked, “Still want to give it a shot?”

“Absolutely.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said with a confident smile. “Can I close the blinds?”

“Why not?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān grinned, “I’m sure it will make all the difference.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, walked around the room drawing the blinds.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān focused on me.

“Sure you just don’t want to admit it, father in law? You’ll save your young thirty four years old ever successful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend some trouble.”

“I have no worries at all.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  said as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān walked over to her and sitting next to her on the couch turned to face her.

“Now, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I want you to just stare at the coin while I swing it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan let the pendent dangle in front or Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān and using just her fingers started it moving it slowly back and forth.”

“Is this where I get sleepy?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  smirked.

“No, it’s where you just relax, focus on the coin and think about something you want. Something you want badly.” She paused for a Moment and I noticed Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was staring at the coin.

I watched her green eyes move back and forth and the smirk had left her face.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, do you have what you want in your mind?”

“I…” she frowned, “Not sure it’s…”

“If you see it then you want it, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said in a soft voice, “You’re beginning to succumb to your subconscious desires so the image in your mind is truly what you desire.”

“Oh.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s eyes widened. “That’s…sexy.”

At those words I found my interest peaked and leaning forward in the chair began to ask, “What do you…”

“Shh!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, waved her hand at me. “Okay, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I want you to keep that image in your mind and relax even more. I want you to think about getting what you want. I want you to no longer be afraid to go after what you desire.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s breathing was getting heavier and even through the robe I could see her breasts rising and falling with it.

“Wrong.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said in a barely audible whisper, “So wrong.” She hesitated, “But I want it so bad!”

The tone she said that in caused my own breathing to become heavier. “You want it, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, asked,

“I…I need it!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whispered.

“Damn.” I said quietly.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Yes?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, leaned closer and looked into her eyes. “I’m going to ask some questions and you’re going to answer me okay?”

“Yes.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said in a faraway voice.

“Ask her what Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was…” I stopped when she shot me a sexy look.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty eight.”

“Where are you?”

“In the living room on the couch.”

“Think she’s screwing with us?” I asked.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, thought for a Moment then gave me an evil grin.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, how old was you the first time you sucked cock?”

“Eighteen,”

“Did you swallow it?”

“All of it.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said, “Like a good girl.”

“Oh, man.” I said my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  growing between my legs.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, have you ever had anal sex?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Ohh.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, hummed, “Are you a sexy girl, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Not anymore.”

“Why not?”

“I…I got married and I’m a Bahū Bégum and I…I shouldn’t be sexy anymore.”

“But you want to be, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said with no hesitation.

“So, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, looked at me and winked. “You ever been with a girl before?”

“Yes, several.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān answered.

“Nonsense!” I gasped.

“When?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, asked.

“Back in college.”

“Do you miss them?”

“Yes…I…I think about women sometimes.”

“Do you play with yourself thinking of them?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked as if Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān were getting as hot and bothered as I was.

Her face was getting red and she had that sexy little smile that always got me going.

A glance down at her chest showed there was no doubt Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was worked up.

Her nipples were poking through the thin tank top and I could just imagine how wet Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  was.

“Yes, I think about licking pussy while I play with mine.”

“Oh, this is too fucking hot.” I said, “Hey tell her to forget she heard us.”

“Not yet.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said. “I think things are going to get a lot hotter if we leave that alone for now.”

“Hey Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you look warm, why don’t you take your robe off.”

“Okay.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān sat up and after untying the robe slipped it off her shoulders and tossed it aside.

“Like that view better, Durgesh?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, asked me.

“I do.” I replied staring at Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān sitting across from me in the skimpy bikini.

“Your father in law thinks you are sexy, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.”

“Hey.” I exclaimed.

“It’s okay. Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān won’t remember.”

“I know he does.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said softly. “I know he keep an eye on me and looks at me.”

“Oooh!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, cooed, “Do you like it?”

“Yes, very much. I love it.”

“No fucking way!” I breathed as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund began to throb against my leg.

“Do you like to tease him? Do you like wearing sexy things like this bikini to get him going?”

“I do. I like that he looks. I like that he thinks I’m attractive.”

“Do you think he fucks me thinking it’s you?”

“I hope he does.”

“You are a sexy girl!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, laughed. “Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you ever see Durgesh naked?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“I…I watched you two having sex.”

“You what?” We both asked at the same time.

“When you were fucking in the kitchen I had come home and watched through the window.”

“You like what you saw?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, asked, “You like looking at Durgesh’s big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund?”

“I did. I thought about it all night.”

“What else did you like?”

“I liked watching you suck his ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān told Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

“Do you think I did a good job?”

“You look like you love it.”

“I do.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan giggled, “Do you?”

“Yes, I love sucking cock.”

“So did you…”

“I liked watching you too.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said without being prompted to speak.

“Me?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan touched her chest, “You think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re a sexy little thing.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān answered, “And I know you’re nasty.”

“I am.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, told her. “I do every sexy little thing Durgesh wants. So have you…have you thought about me?”

“All the time.”

“Really?” I asked.

“I…I think about Durgesh playing with me.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whispered.

“You want Durgesh?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, was no longer smiling, but was now staring at Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān with her blue eyes wide and bright. “You think about us being together?”

“I…I would love to know what Durgesh tastes like.”

“Man, I wonder if I’m the one in the trance.” I said.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, looked over at me and smiled, “You want to have some real fun?”

“What do you mean?” I asked although I had a pretty good idea of what she was thinking.

“She’ll never remember anything, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

“Are you saying what I think you are?” I frowned, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, what if Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān wakes up?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān won’t.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, grinned, “Remember the little story I was telling upstairs, saying I was our Bahū Bégum Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān and I had been watching? She really was!”

“Oh, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I began rubbing my aching dick through my shorts. “How far do you think we can go?”

“We’ll see what we can get her to do.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said, “At some point her desire should take over I can’t keep telling her every single thing that won’t be as much fun she has to think on her own.” She giggled again, “But we can get her started.”

“With?”

“How would you like to see your Bahū Bégum Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s twenty eight years old young Musalmān tits?”

“Are you serious?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I think you should show me those big beautiful tits of yours.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, told her.

“You really want to see them?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  asked.

“I do.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, winked, “Durgesh does too.”

“Okay.”

I held my breath as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān leaned forward and reaching behind her untied her top.

She let the straps slide down her arms and grabbing the middle pulled it off.

“Oh.” I whispered at the sight of my Bahū Bégum’s beautiful young Musalmān tits.

They were not just big, but nice and round with dark rose colored nipples that looked at hard as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated’s did through her shirt.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s were a little lower than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s perky Musalmān tits, but were still sitting pretty high for their size.

“Damn, they’re nice.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked as excited as I was. “I think you should show them to us.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān cupped her tits and as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had requested lifted them towards her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, licked her lips and I felt the same way.

Even as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  throbbed in appreciation there was a part of me that thought I really was the one Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  had put under, how could I be sitting here in the living room staring at my Bahū Bégum’s tits?

“Play with them.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s words had come out in a breathy whisper and I could see her tits heaving as she began breathing harder.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān started stroking her nipples with her thumbs and my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  jumped when she released a low moan.

“You like them?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked me.

“I love them.” I answered,

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly,

Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Do you want me to suck on them?”

“Please?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked her green eyes wide. “I’ve dreamed of it!”

“Oh ye of little faith.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, quipped at me.

I sat there feeling as if I were in a dream as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slid over next to our Bahū Bégum.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  lifted her amazing tits even higher and with no hesitation Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  lowered her head and started tonguing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s nipple.

“Oh that feels so good!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān moaned.

“That is hot!” I said, my eyes locked on the sight of my pretty live in relationship partner’s pink Musalmān tongue caressing our Bahū Bégum’s nipple.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān moaned louder when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stopped licking and sucked her nipple into her mouth.

She had brought her hand up and was now fondling Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s other breast.

I saw Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s hips were grinding into the couch.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān put her hand on the back of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s head and shoved her tit deeper into her mouth.

I heard Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan moan around it before she removed it from her mouth and eagerly began to suck on the other one.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had her eyes closed and her lips parted, moaning softly as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  licked and fondled her tits.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was threatening to burst from my shorts and getting up; I walked over to the couch.

Crouching down on the floor I watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s tongue trace a slow circle around Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s nipple and asked,

“Can…can I?”

“Oh, you hear that Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān? Durgesh would like to play with his Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s tit! Do you want him to?”

“I want to suck his ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  first.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān answered.

“But…”

“Mind your manners, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā .” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said, now running her fingers through Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s hair, “Ladies first.”

“Wow, even in a trance she’s busting your chops.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, then made a show of rapidly flicking her tongue across Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s nipple.

“You’re a lucky boy.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān moaned, “Your live in relationship partner is good with her tongue. I hope you always enjoy it on your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“Thank you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

“I hope you’re even better with pussy.”

“Goddamn!” I whistled.

“Now, mother in law, please show me your tits.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said, pulling away from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s mouth.

“She’s not supposed to tell you what to do.” I said gravely, “You think she’s coming out of it?”

“No, I told you her desires would take over.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, replied leaning back and grabbing the bottom of her shirt, “Now relax! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!  You’re about to watch your Bahū Bégum suck your young Musalmān wife’s tits!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pulled her shirt over her head and squealed in surprise when before she had gotten it over her head, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān grabbed her tits and gave them a squeeze.

“Oh, look at these!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān declared rubbing her fingers across Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s tiny pink nipples. “Such pretty Musalmān tits!”

“Glad you like them.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  moaned, “Why don’t you…”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s words were cut short, by my Bahū Bégum leaning forward and kissing her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan quickly recovered from her surprise she eagerly returned the kiss.

I sat there feeling like I was watching a porn movie as I watched my Bahū Bégum all but devouring Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s lips in a deep passionate kiss.

I heard Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whimper and her arms slipped around Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s waist.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān kept one hand on Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s tit, but slid her other arm around her and ran her hand up through her long blonde hair.

I inched closer so that I was kneeling on the floor between them and was just in time to see my Bahū Bégum shove her tongue into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s mouth.

They both moaned and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan began rubbing my cock through my shorts as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wondered if I could start touching and join in.

She put Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s hand on my hardening ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān smiled and grabbed it greedily.

Chapter 35

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 33

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 33

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The Utmost Ancient thorughly Updated New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Åāyeshah Siddīqah

Modern Democratic Årabia

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, suddenly smiled to diminish the tension in the atmosphere.

“And I am going to be your hot and horny Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  who secretly plays with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  thinking of your big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. The one she saw when Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched you fuck your sexiest and very beautiful,” she laughed, “As well as sweet and intelligent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched us fucking?” I asked, my cock was hardening more and more.

Well, why the hell shouldn’t it?

Despite her father’s and my every effort to marry her again with any suitable man of her choice, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān expressly refused to do so.

Yet she was still watching me fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.

Even a dumbass could understand what Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān really wanted.

“Yes,” she nodded, her blue eyes glazing over with lust.

I loved that look and as bad as I wanted to touch her sat and waited for her to go off on one of her sexy talking tirades.

As always Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan went on to do so.

“That’s right, your horny Bahū Bégum was watching through the first floor window that day we were fucking on the couch. She squatted right there and fingered herself while Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched your Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, the President of Modern Democratic Årabia, suck on your big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! She came right there when you shot your nice hot Hindu load into my thirty four years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot! Then Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists lick my thirty four years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass and wished it was hers!”

“Oh, yeah.” I whispered. Lifting my hips, I pushed my shorts down, exposing my hard Uncut Hindu cock in appreciation of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s hot reporting.

In Modern Democratic Årabia, now it was an integral part of the punishment to the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists that they had to lick clean the beautiful Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān ass of their own entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies after I fucked them publicly. Even the other interested beautiful Musalmān houseladies could make them to do the same.

They had no right to protest.

“Isn’t it inhumanity in our own part, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated?” I had asked gravely yet politely.”

“Let it be, Durgesh.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said sternly, “The beasts have massacred innocent persons in the name of Islam. They must be punished publicly as much, as dastardly, as to terrorize their other colleagues we couldn’t arrest yet.”

“They aren’t so many now.”

“How do you know?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah argued impolitely, “You are our husband, Durgesh. We entire infinite Musalmān womankind are immensely indebted to you. Nevertheless…”

I watched Åāyeshah Siddīqah gravely.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah, you are the Home Minister in Modern Democratic Årabia now. You can’t act as irresponsibly now as you could once when you were not on any such important post.”*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, went on,
“Then Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched you give it to me over the couch, watched you slam your thick ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into my tight young Musalmān snatch. She came again listening to me squeal about how deep you were and how hard you were fucking me. Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān went to bed that night and dreamed of being on her knees for you. First sucking a hot load from your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund then letting you pound away on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”

“I see.” I said gravely.

“That’s just what Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān wants to do!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was breathing hard causing her perfect Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits to rise and fall with her breaths. “She comes into our room and sees us fucking. She tells you to keep your Uncut Hindu Lund  out and sit down.”

“Then?” I asked, watching Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan carefully.

“Then, she tells you she saw you keeping an eye on her, watching out the window and I was stroking it to her. So she takes her shirt off,” she cupped her tits and stroked her nipples with her thumbs.

“Oh,” I said.

“Yeah, you want your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s tits, don’t you?”

“Sure.”

“I have a perfect man, I think, haven’t I?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stepped back between my legs.

I yearned to touch her, but knew once Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was in ‘game mode’ I would have to wait until she gave me the okay.”

“I think you should ask for what you want.”

“Okay, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, can I play with your beautiful Musalmān tits?” The words sounded so wrong, but yet sent a shiver through Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.

“Hmm, I think you left out something, don’t you?”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, may I squeeze your beautiful Musalmān tits?”

“Well seeing you asked so nicely, I think I’ll let you.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan grabbed my hand and all but shoved her tit in my palm.
“That’s it, squeeze on your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s tit.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, moaned, “Show her how much you want them!”

I switched to her other nipple and as I started rubbing her now wet nipple with my fingers, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, reached down and grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

I moaned and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sighed,

“Oh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you are so hard for your Bahū Bégum!”

“Because my Bahū Bégum is fucking hot!” I told Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, winking at her, “She is teasing me constantly non stop.”

“I’m fucking hot?” playing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, laughed, “Then maybe I should take off the rest of my clothes for you!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan unhooked the bra and pulling it off, unsnapped her shorts.

Turning around she pushed them as well as her blue thing down her hips, then bending over in my face, shimmied out of them.

I stared at her tight young Musalmān ass and then smiled when she grabbed her cheeks and spread herself open in front of me.

“How’s Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s pussy look?”

“Damn good!”

“Then ask me.”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, can I fuck your pretty Musalmān pussy?” I smiled impishly.

“You want to fuck my Musalmān pussy?” she shook her beautiful Musalmān ass, “My Hindu scoundrel father in law wants to fuck his Bahū Bégum Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Hey don’t tease me anymore, Sālī. Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!”

“I like that!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

Leaning forward she braced her hands on the desk and with no hesitation I spread her cheeks and plunged my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her hot little Musalmān slit.

“Yeah, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, cried out, “That’s it! Fuck your Bahū Bégum’s young ravenous Musalmān pussy!”

I swirled my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund inside her, then slipped it through her soft wet labial lips and finding her swollen clit rubbed it with my hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh, look at you! Fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s pussy! What a good father in law you are, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!”

I closed my eyes and envisioned it really being my Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, bent over in front of me.

I rubbed her clit harder and bringing my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund between her young beautiful Musalmān legs buried my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Fuck yeah!’ Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squealed, “Just like that, shove that  greatest unique ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund of yours, in and out, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā! Make your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, cum around your entirely buried ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

I drove my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in and out as hard as I could while tracing her clit in hard fast circles with my it.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan must have been as turned on as I was because I could already feel her young Musalmān ass trembling against my lap as my Uncut Hindu Lund caressed her throbbing Musalmān button.

“Oh, Durgesh,” she groaned, “Oh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, right there! Look at you making Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān feel so good! You keep fucking and Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān will give you a treat, would you like that?”

“I’d love it!” I moaned into her hot wet Musalmān flesh.

“I bet you will because if you make me cum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is going to suck on your nice hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! Would you like that? Would you like Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān to give you a blow job? Want her to get on her knees and Oh fuck yeah!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squealed and began thrusting her hips, driving her Musalmān pussy on around my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her legs tightened up and as her pussy contracted around my thrusting Uncut Hindu Lund, she released a long loud wail that made me glad the air was on and my window was shut.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan writhed on my Uncut Hindu Lund rubbing her quivering Musalmān pussy on around  my Uncut Hindu Lund.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was twitching between her beautiful young Musalmān legs as she continued to speak even as she came.

“Oh, you’re making Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān cum for you! Oh, I am going to be so good to my Hindu lover! Oh, I can taste my Hindu lover’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth already!”

Damn that sounded good!

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stopped speaking and after a couple of long drawn out moans, she sank down to her knees.

She rested her head on the desk.

Her back was heaving as she tried to catch her breath and I sat back, patiently awaiting her promise.

Goddamn this was so fucking hot and she hadn’t even gotten to sucking or fucking me yet!

“Wow, you made your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān come hard!”

Remaining on her knees, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned around so that ‘Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’ was kneeling between my legs.

Grabbing the base of my Uncut Hindu Lund she looked me in the eye.

“Tell Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān what you want.”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” I whispered and saw Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shiver in excitement, “Sālī, Bahū Bégum, suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“Least I could do.”

I thought Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was going to go slow and tease, but instead Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened wide and took my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund all the way down to my balls.

I cried out in pleasure then moaned when she started sucking me fast and hard.

I grabbed the back of her head and began guiding her beautiful young Musalmān mouth up and down my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and moaned, “Oh, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, oh that feels so good!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan released my cock with a wet sucking sound,

“You like how Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān sucks your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund? I hope so because I love sucking your Uncut Hindu cock and want you to cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth!”

She began to drip down my shaft she took me deep once more and began sucking my cock like it was a race.

‘Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’ was making sloppy slurping sounds and when she reached between my legs and started rubbing my balls I whispered again, but this time with more feeling behind it.

“Oh fuck Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!” I groaned, “Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh my God, you can suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! I..,” I gasped when she started taking me deep with every bob of her head, “Oh, God, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān! Oh you want to make me cum fast for you don’t you?”

She popped my cock out of her mouth long enough to say,

“The faster my Hindu husband cums the faster he can fuck his Bahū Bégum Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, immediately went back to sucking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund like a porn star while teasing my balls with her nails.

My legs were shaking and grabbing her hair in my hands I started using it as handles yanking her head up and down my cock.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was moaning and her hips were grinding as she blew me and I tried to keep her going as she had me.

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you look so good with your Hindu lover’s Uncut Hindu Lund in your pnm Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, oh look at you being my sexy little Musalmān slut! You want to take every drop, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān? You want me to cum in your slutty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan took me down to my balls and began shaking her head back and forth while squeezing my balls.

“Yes,” I moaned, “I’m going to cum for you, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I…hey!”

“I’ll suck you off another time, but right now your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, needs that big fucking ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī young thirty four years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”

Getting up she turned and crawling up onto the bed, wagged her beautiful Musalmān ass at me.

I got in the bed behind her and grabbing her hips I drove my oozing Uncut Hindu Lund deep into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s incredibly wet Musalmān pussy.

I started fucking her fast and hard.

“That’s it Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, fuck me! Give your bitchy Bahū Bégum what she deserves!” she cried out. “Oooh!”

“You like fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Durgesh?” she looked over her shoulder at me and I smiled.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated’s face was flushed and her eyes bright with lust as I fucked her as hard as I could.

“I hope you like fucking your Bahū Bégum because, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’m going to make you fuck me every night! Would you like that? Would you like fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān all the time?”

“Yes! Oh, fuck yeah! My Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot is the best Musalmān Choot my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund needs now! You’ve teased me very much, already, beyond every limit whatsoever.”

Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā! I love it! Your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, is going to fuck you everywhere! The shower, the pool! Honey, your slutty Musalmān Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s going to take you out and blow you right in the car! I’m going to… Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh my God!”

I gasped and started fucking her harder and she called out, “Durgesh, stop! Please!”

I figured this was part of the game and called out, “You know you don’t want me to stop, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān! You know you want me too…”

“I said stop!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cried out and pulled forward.

Looking down at her, I began to ask what was wrong when I froze at the sound of Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s voice.

“You heard your Bahū Bégum, Durgesh, stop!”

I looked up and I smiled triumphantly.

Standing in the doorway was my Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān herself.

Chapter 34

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 32

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

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Chapter 32

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān

I carefully moved the curtain and peered down into the backyard.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was still in the pool, but was no longer swimming.

Instead, and much more to my liking, she was lying on the floating raft catching some sun.

I wanted to move the curtain further to get a better look, but Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had put her sunglasses on.

I would assume her eyes were closed, but didn’t want to take a chance getting caught. After all it wasn’t like there was anything else out there I could say I was staring at.

Nonetheless my limited vantage point provided me enough of a view to admire my Bahū Bégum‘s age defying body.

At twenty eight, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was as hot as any teenager Musalmān girl, maybe even hotter because she was older and still looked that good.

With that age would come the experience and confidence of a hot young Musalmān lady, the kind I loved to have suck and fuck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

In my Bahū Bégum’s case something else that would go along with that age would be a lot of enthusiasm and pent up frustration.

I’d over heard her telling a friend over the phone that she hadn’t gotten laid in six months.

In one sense that was damn hard to believe considering how attractive she was.

On the other hand Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had been nothing short of a raging Musalmān bitch the last few months, riding me about pretty much everything.

I’d made that point to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan a couple of days ago and she agreed; saying what my Bahū Bégum needed to help her chill out was good hard fucking.

“Fuck Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān yourself, otherwise be prepared for her external extramarital affair.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advised me gravely.

Naåīmah, please! Stop your Bahū Bégum movement.”

“My Bahū Bégum movement? Don’t tell me you don’t understand Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is herself trying to seduce you.”

My perpetually horny girlfriend, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, had then gotten a good hard fucking from me and despite how hot and kinky Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was, I’d caught myself thinking about giving those long hard strokes to Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.

Nonsense!

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade  was still affecting my sexual life tremendously.

I was sure there was no shortage of men that would be willing to give Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān what she needed so I had to assume it was her choice not to be getting any.

Aside from being a little gun shy about getting close after Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s husband had passed on three years ago I wasn’t sure what her problem was, but it’s not like I could ask her.

It might give her wrong impression that I myself too was interested in her sexually.

I had advised her father, Al Muħammad Al Ůsmān,

“Why don’t you remarry her? She is twenty eight years old only.”

Al Muħammad Al Ůsmān looked at me gravely.

“They are afraid of you.”

“What?”

“There are rumors that Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān married your Musalmān stepson so that she could live with you. She actually loved you.”

“Al Muħammad Al Ůsmān Sāħab,” I smiled ironically, “You aren’t born yesterday. If you hire some reliable Detective Agency to investigate those rumors you’d find all of them ill inspired. Our enemies spread them. Don’t allow them, please, to destroy your daughter’s life.”

Below me, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān raised her arms over her head and stretched lazily.

I forgot everything else and stared when she arched her back, pushing her tits out.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was pretty ample on top and the white bikini -which few women her age would even think of wearing- did a damn good job of showing them off.

The cups left a good portion of them exposed and the white material looked good on her tanned flesh.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s stomach was still flat from the stomach crunches she did every morning.

Those crunches not only served their purpose, but were something that lately I had been trying to make sure I happened to be around when she did them.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s hips widened out just enough to give her a nice figure and her legs were long and kept in shape from her years as a dance instructor.

After a quick trip down those long legs which included a lingering stare at her well toned inner smooth Musalmān thighs, my eyes, by default, sought out what was between those thighs.

I controlled myself immediately.

The bottom of the suit was as revealing as the top and consisted of a thin strip of white material that didn’t cover a lot more than what it absolutely needed to and was held together with strings tied at her hips.

I rubbed my fingertips across my thumb imagining that string between them.

I’d slowly pull it, untying it and watching it fall away to expose my Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

All of my opponents suspected I was already fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.

Her husband objected it.

Therefore Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān conspired to his death.

The authorities kept mum because they were silenced with immense bribery I provided to my ‘live in relationship partner’, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.

My Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!

There were a lot of things wrong with those obscene words used in that order, but I’d gotten to where I didn’t really care.

Fantasies were fantasies and there were enough Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān Durgesh stories and videos all over the net to tell everyone  it was more common than people would like to admit.

So when these sexual thoughts about my Bahū Bégum started a few months ago after stumbling onto a porn site featuring Bahū Bégum Durgesh scenes I didn’t resist them, just kept them to myself.

My resistance to it was worthless and had spread those rumors more than otherwise.*

Even keeping an eye on her, I couldn’t deny I was enjoying myself and it’s not like Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān knew.

Although I had to admit it would be even hotter if she did.

To find out she wore those tiny bikinis to make me look and walked around in those little shorts and tight tops to tease me.

I could never understand why all of them did it.

If they wanted me, I was always available to everyone.

I stopped thinking.

Was I really?

Didn’t actually I resist to everyone of them?

Yes, today I have countless of them my live in relationship partners.

But it was because they adamantly insisted to be so.

Why did I always try to tell them my real age?

Did it make any negative difference to them?

Wasn’t it a fact that the more I was ageing the more lustful for them I was?

The more I fucked them the more I lusted to fuck them.

Before Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Kħadījah Muħammad was there as crazy to fuck me everywhere as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was today.

Yet even Kħadījah Muħammad had admitted to me,

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you are utmost wonderful. You keep fucking me more and more wildly even after I want some rest in between. You are simply incredible. I think you don’t even live on oxygen. You live with your Uncut Hindu Lund in a Musalmān Choot buried entirely.”

If it was true, and I knew it was true, why misguiding them that I’m ageing?

It wasn’t any negative thing for them not even slightest.

It was actually a positive information for them instead.

Below, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān lifted her leg and bending it, scratched the top of her foot.

My eyes locked onto the thin strip of material between her smooth young Musalmān thighs with the vision of lying between her legs and sliding it to the side.

I would gladly break all of society’s rules and eagerly fuck her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would rest her leg on my back and moan my name as if I were any other lover she’d had.

But I would be her best lover because the taboo of it would create a level of lust she could never match with any other man.

The fact that we shouldn’t would cause us to fuck like animals, to show we didn’t care what the rules were.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān straightened her leg, then after a Moment rolled over onto her stomach.

I couldn’t have asked for more.

As good as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān looked from the front, her ever beautiful twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was the feature that absolutely drove me wild.

I teased myself by letting my eyes wander from top to bottom.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had her long dark hair up, exposing the smooth bronze skin of her back.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund twitched in my hand at the thought of running my lips down her soft sun warmed Musalmān skin; trailing my way down to that amazing Musalmān asscheeks.

The bikini bottom wasn’t much more than a thong in the back, giving me a good view of her tight little heart shaped female Musalmān ass.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s beautiful Musalmān ass showed off the effects of her years of dancing as well as her legs did.

Not that I had ever had the chance to get my hands on it, but her beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass looked firm enough to bounce a quarter off of.

I could only imagine what it would be like to squeeze it and spread it open, so I could plunge my never satisfied ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān ass, then her more beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan loved it when I fucked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass on her constant insistent persistence.

I wondered if Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would have that same high pitched squeal as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated,  did.

A grin appeared on my face when I thought about the even higher pitched sound Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan emitted when I fucked her in her tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

That led to thinking of committing the ultimate taboo of giving my Bahū Bégum a little back door action.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would lift that extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass in the air and after slamming her hot wet Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  and getting it nice and wet; I’d slide it up and push it into her undoubtedly tight little Musalmān rosebud.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān  had settled down on her stomach.

I focused completely on her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Picturing her rising up on her knees and inviting me to fuck her.

She’d look back over her shoulder and tell me to fuck her harder.

Even in the heat of my thoughts I could hear her doing what she had been doing a lot lately and telling me I wasn’t listening to her.

“Allah, Durgesh, can’t you even fuck me right?”

I’d start fucking her harder and Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would give me that trademark eye roll I’d been watching my entire life.

“I said, fuck me! Do I have to do what you usually make me do and do everything myself? Now fuck me!”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would cry out,

“Oh it’s about time you fucked your Bahū Bégum like a man, now slam that greatest ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund of yours  in deeper, come on Durgesh, be a good Hindu lover and fuck your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!”

Even though her words were coming from my own mind, they caused me to moan softly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said from behind me.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh my God, Durgesh, mérī Jān! My Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you really do want to fuck your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!”*

I turned around to see Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated,  standing there, grinning at me.

“What are you talking about?” I watched her gravely.

Durgesh, I came in the front door five minutes ago. I looked in the back and saw your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān in the pool and figured I would just head on up here.” She pointed at the window, “There are woods on two sides of the yard and the next door neighbors are in their eighties. So unless you’re whacking off to trees or you got a thing for old ladies in walkers, your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is the only thing out there.”

She folded her arms and cocked her head at me as if daring me to dispute it.

Even as my mind raced for some type of explanation, I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was on the cheerleading squad at URI and was totally a stereotype of one.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was tall, blonde, blue eyed with an athletic body that featured a set smallish, but perfectly shaped Musalmān tits, and a pair of long legs that rivaled my Bahū Bégum’s as the nicest I’d ever seen.

It dawned on me even as my eyes lingered on her perky Musalmān  tits that things were starting to get out of hand when I was comparing my Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend’s body with Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s.

Better even than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s pretty features and killer female Musalmān body was her sex drive.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, was a total freak, a Musalmān girl who fucked me more than most of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies of her own age and loved to play out everything she saw.

Nothing was off limits for her oral, anal, etcetera, she loved it all and added extra thrills by introducing me to her favorite game; Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, loved for us to play out porn videos or pretend to be different people and I pretty much had learned to love everything she did because it was always one hell of a good time.

Even better was the fact Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, was as sweet as she could be slutty for me exclusively and I had no doubts Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was my freak too.

I had no worries about her fooling around on me.

She knew the same as I told her-and wasn’t really kidding- that if nothing else I couldn’t handle more than her.

There was nothing Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated,  wouldn’t do for me and even with that she had occasionally teased me with bringing another Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman into the picture.

“Don’t bother trying to deny it Durgesh.” Her words pulled me from my admiration of her “I’ve been standing behind you and I heard what you said,” She smirked, “You want your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān to fuck you!”

I smiled.

“That’s the normal reaction, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is teasing me herself as you too adamantly did. I can’t be an impotent.”

“Well it’s not like I didn’t already know.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, told me as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān walked over to the window.

“What do you mean?”

“Women know things Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Guys are pretty oblivious. Short of ‘hey wanna fuck’ you boys really don’t pick up on much.”

“I don’t get it.” I shook my head.

“No sweetie, you don’t” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated,  smiled and teased her long nails down my cheek, “But you’re awfully good looking so you don’t have to.”

She gave me a quick kiss and ran her fingers through my black hair,

“I love those pretty black eyes of yours. You have your Hindu male eyes.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Well seeing you like how she looks, you should take that as a compliment,” she laughed, then squeezed my arms. “Keep in shape like her too, I’m a lucky Musalmān girl!”

“I’m a lucky Hindu guy” I told her, “I’ve got the hottest Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent beautiful Musalmān houseladies in the Multiverse.”

“And the hottest Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān to fuck next too!” she added.

“Back to that.” I told her, “So how long are you going to bust my balls about it?”

“I’m not. Like I said, I already knew.”

“How?”

“I can see it in the way she looks at you.” She sat on the edge of my desk and giggled, “When we all go swimming Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān spends as much time looking at you as I do myself.”

I smiled.

“That’s what I love you for, your blunt honesty, you blunt sincerity with me. So many of my other beautiful Musalmān houseladies lack that even while they fuck me.”
“Hey it’s okay, you know what it’s like to fuck me and I’ll show you anything you want.” She pointed over at my lap top. “And the last three porn movies we made?” She tapped her chin as if thinking “And I am pretty sure she had dark hair and green eyes.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Not to mention when we’re out on the deck and she drops something you all but fall over to try to get a look at her beautiful young Musalmān  ass when she does.”

“I said okay.” I put my hand up.

“Aww,” she gave me her perfect little pout, “You mad at me, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā ?”

“No. Just kind of cautious.”

“Why?” She pointed to herself, “You forgetting who you’re talking to? Last week I let you tie me face down on the bed, spank me raw and fuck me in my Kħātoon-eJannat Musalmān  ass while you insisted not to.” She laughed, “Nothing bothers me, honey.”

“I know, but…”

“And before that you picked me up on the corner and I blew you right there in the CVS parking lot like I was a hooker, the Ever First President of Modern Democratic Årabia your hooker! Imagine.”

“I hate to be that sick minded, you know.”

“I don’t know.”

“Sick.” I sat down on the chair in front of the desk. “It really is, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is so teasing me 24×7 now nonstop that I keep thinking about banging my Bahū Bégum.”

“Can’t bother you too much from what I saw.”

“It really didn’t, but hearing you say it makes me realize it is pretty sick to want to have sex with a Bahū Bégum.”

“Not really.” She grinned, “When I was younger I used to have fantasies about you having sex with me.”

“You did?”

“I used to get off thinking about you punishing me for bad grades by getting on my knees and sucking your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-plus years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“So what happened?” I asked.

“Nothing.” She shrugged. “After a while the fantasies became truth . I never felt bad about them. You can’t help what you think about.”

“If I tried to, would you have let him?”

She flashed that wicked little smile that always caused my Uncut Hindu Lund  to respond. “Why, don’t you know I didn’t leave you another option except to fuck me?”

“Sure. But you still were creative. You wanted me for improving your Pseudo Musalmīn mankind.” I said gravely.

“That’s half-truth ! I wanted you for myself too. I’m not that sacrificing as my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and you yourself are. And I am never ashamed of it, even the slightest.” she slapped my arm, “But really, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, it’s just something people don’t want to admit.”

“So…you think it’s healthy?”

“I don’t know if that’s the word, but I don’t see any harm coming from it. Not unless you plan on it being your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān you tie up and fuck next.”

“Tie up?” I blinked at the sudden visual of Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān replacing Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, on my bed, her ankles and wrists tied with her stockings and her beautiful young Musalmān ass having my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund buried entirely. Her Musalmān asshole oozing my Hindu cum.

“Whoa, sorry for doing that to you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said

“No, I wouldn’t want to hurt her.”

“You can hurt little old me though?” she pushed her lips back into the pout and the lower one began to tremble, “Please sir! I’ll be good; please don’t put that big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  in my little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass! Oh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā  please stop it hurts!”

“Wow,” I grinned, my Uncut Hindu Lund swelling in my shorts. “We’ll have not to do that again.”

“We’ll see. It’s more fun to come up with new games.”

“So you’re okay with knowing I…uh, fuck Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Yes and no.”

“On the yes side,” Standing up, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, turned to the window and moved the curtain. “Your Bahū Bégum is fucking hot as hell!”

“You think?”

Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’ve been with a couple of girls, but they were girls, out there in that pool is all woman!” she sighed, “I would so love to lick your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s pussy after you’ve fucked her.” She giggled, “I have actually, but in my head when I play with myself.”

“You’ve gotten off to Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because,” I gave a low whistle, “My Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend stroking her pussy thinking about my Bahū Bégum’s pussy is pretty damn hot!”

“It is, why do think I never said anything about it? The girlfriend always gets to play too!”

She gave me a wink and while I replayed her words in my mind and began to think of all the incredibly hot scenes that it created, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, turned back to the window.

She had the curtains moved away from the window and I shook off the images of my Bahū Bégum sucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated’s Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  while I fucked her doggy style.

“Hey get out of the window she’ll see you!”

“So? You think Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would know I’m picturing your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  in her young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān  ass?”

“Damn, I love you!” I laughed.

“You just love me for my sexy mind.” She sighed.

“No, I love you because you’re beautiful and very sweet when you want to be.”

“Aww,” she gave me one of the cute little shy smiles I could occasionally coax from her, “I love you too Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!”

She let the curtain fall and reaching up, undid the clip from her hair and shook her head.

I watched her long blonde hair cascade down her bare shoulders and my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  started throbbing at the memory of how that golden hair looked fanned out on my thighs while Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān worked me with her soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī  Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.

Grabbing her tank top she stripped it off and dropped it on the desk.

Beneath it Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, was wearing a light blue lace bra and I could see her hard nipples poking through it.

I glanced at her shirt and frowned when I saw the silver dollar on her persistent insistence, I had drilled a hole into and ran a chain through.

“Hey we need to work on that psyche project.”

“That lame hypnosis thing?” she rolled her eyes. “Tell you what, how about I hypnotize you with these?”

Rather than undo her bra, she yanked the cups down causing her young Musalmān tits to spring free.

I licked my lips at the sight of her big, proud Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts as they popped out.

Her tits were round, firm and her pink nipples were as hard as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“You are getting horny!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said in a deep voice, “You want to fuck on Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s pretty titties, then fuck her hot Musalmān pussy!”

I laughed and opened my legs so she could step between them.

She stood in front of me and grabbing my shirt gave it a tug. I pulled it off and tossing it back over my head said,

“Hey you lock my door?”

“Why, your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said its okay if we fool around as long as we stay in here and keep it quiet” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, winked “At least while she’s home, she’d kill us if she knew about the kitchen table.”

“But it’s locked? You said she didn’t know you were here.”

“It’s locked, worry wart. Just fuck on my Musalmān tits will you?”

“Yes ma’am” I cupped her tits and leaned forward, eagerly prepared to fuck on her swollen nipple.

“Yes Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” She said, pulling her tit from me and taking a step back.

“What?”

“Call me Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” She had that nasty smile back on her face. “That will be today’s game. You’re going to pretend I’m your hot little Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān that you want to do all kinds of naughty things to.”

“She is compelling me to.” I said furiously.

“That’s natural, daring. Don’t blame us beautiful Musalmān houseladies ever. We come to you, we seduce you entirely unashamed of ourselves, because we poorest beautiful Musalmān houseladies never have another option for our survival even. Our Pseudo Musalmīn mankind is never as humane as you are. You are unique, matchless and never replaceable for us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Durgesh.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said it so immensely painfully, I was dumbstricken at once.

She was absolutely correct.

Even Bhāratratn Dr. B.R. Ambedkar had reached on the same conclusion:

The Muslim woman is the most helpless person in the world’.

¬Pakistan or Partition of India:

Chapter 10 Social Stagnation Part 1: Pp 226-227 Edition 1990

Chapter 33 

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 31

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

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Chapter 31

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Naåīm

My Hindu thrusts became more insistent with the passing of every moment.

My Hindu thighs started to slap into the backs of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s while the crescendo grew to a fever pitch.

I kept fucking her in different sex positions nonstop.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was herself responding wildly.

“Ah Ah Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! I never thought you wanted to fuck me, so much. Thank you. I’m honored tremendously.”

I kissed her young Musalmān lips.

“Sālī, it’s just the beginning. You’d get my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot there until you are tired of it.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed melodically.

“Keep fucking me, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I’d never be tired of your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into my Musalmān Choot. Never.”

“Never?”

“Never. I’m only 29 years old. My sex life with you is just starting now.”

“You managed your Ammī deliberately to leave me so that you could replace her. Smart. Very smart.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed.

“You already knew it?”

“I suspected it.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed again.

“Angry with me?”

“Never. I love you instead for it.”

“I love you too.”

I kept fucking Al Fātimah Al Naåīm entire night either this way or that.

After a few more minutes of pummeling her cum-hungry Musalmān Choot, I gasped out, “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I’m about to cum!”

“So am I, Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said breathlessly. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed herself up on her hands, her breasts and nipples already over stimulated from brushing back and forth on her bed cover, and looked back me once again. “Do it! Cum inside me, Durgesh. Fill me with your Hindu cum and get me pregnant!”

I pushed in one last time, as far as I could get inside of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt my Hindu cockhead once again force its way past her Musalmān cervix even as it started to swell with its impending release.

Suddenly I stiffened and let out a strangled cry of victory as my Hindu sperm was injected in her deepest Musalmān chasm.

I shook and thrummed with each volley of cum that was launched into her Musalmān womb and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gasped as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt each hot slug Hindu splash against her uterine Musalmān walls.

I scalded Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with my Hindu cum, my hips bucking repeatedly, until I finally slumped over her back.

My breath was hot and heavy as it fell on her neck.

We stayed like that for several seconds, just catching our breath, until Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt me stir again.

My Hindu strength regained, I slowly pulled my long Hindu cock out of her cum-filled Musalmān pussy and sat back on my haunches.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm quickly turned over and looked at me while spreading her thighs.

Both our eyes drifted down to where we’d both been joined and we watched as a massive amount of my Hindu cum started to drool out of her rosy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!  Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm exclaimed. “Look at all this cum! Even after earlier today, you were still backed up, weren’t you?”

I stared in wonder at the evidence of our coupling.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe we just did this,” I said quietly.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm giggled at that.

“Believe it, Durgesh. And if it doesn’t take this time, we’ll keep trying. I’ll be good to go for at least another day, maybe two!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm glanced down at her pussy once again. “Go, little guys! Go! Find my egg!”

Apparently that was more than I could handle any more.

“Aw, geez,” I said as I started to get up off her bed like I’d been struck by a cattle prod. “I… I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“Okay,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said, her sex-crazed Musalmān eyes still affixed to the mess between her thighs.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm leaned back and arched her hips upward, hoping that the new position would prevent any more of my cum from leaking out.

“I’m just gonna stay here and let it all soak in for a while.”

As he started to leave the room, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called after me.

“Hey, Durgesh? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you!”

I just stood there and stared at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm for a long second before I said,

“I… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I love you, too, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I love you, too.”

After shower we again fucked until we were asleep having my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund still buried entirely into Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.*

The next morning Al Fātimah Al Naåīm woke up alone in her bed feeling very well-rested.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hadn’t slept that well in ages, it seemed.

As her dream-addled mind caught up with the rest of her, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm remembered what had happened between Al Fātimah Al Naåīm and me the night before.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had heard of post-coital guilt, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm figured that, like any kind of guilt, it would have to be something I came to terms with in my own time.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm made her way into her bathroom and, before doing anything else, pulled out a home-pregnancy test kit from under the sink.

Any sane teenage girl, whether she’s on birth control or not, should have one at the ready, just in case.

After a few minutes of going through the prescribed ritual dictated by the kit’s instruction booklet, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm quickly learned that last night’s romp with me hadn’t been as successful as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would’ve liked.

Oh well, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm reasoned to herself.

Can’t say that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t enjoy it.

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t even bother to get dressed as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm went downstairs to join me, who Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could hear was already moving around in the kitchen.

Sure enough, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found me at the sink.

I looked so cute in my boxers and t-shirt.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm snuck up behind me and, without giving me any kind of warning, wrapped her arms lovingly around my broad Hindu chest.

“Good morning, Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cooed into my ear.

I stiffened when I felt Al Fātimah Al Naåīm embrace me, but I relaxed when I heard her voice. “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm! Hi! Uhm…good morning. How are you, uhm, feeling?”

“I’m feeling great, Durgesh, thank you,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm told me. “Your new young Musalmān wife, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hasn’t slept like that in a long while.”

I was still putting off those awkward vibes. “That’s… yeah, uhm, that’s good.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stepped away from me and crossed her arms under her large, naked Musalmān breasts. “Look, Durgesh, you don’t have to be all weird and stuff, okay? We aren’t stepdaughter and stepfather anymore. We are Hindu husband and Musalmān wife now, the ever best couple in the entire human history.”

I turned around and, when I saw that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was standing naked in front of me, paused for a moment to let that sink in.

“You… you’re really okay with… with last night? With what I did to you?”

“I told you,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm answered with a shrug. “I’m perfectly fine with it. It was wonderful. YOU were wonderful. And you didn’t do anything TO me. I encouraged you to let me help you be happy. Did YOU sleep okay?”

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I have to admit, yes, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I slept like a baby for the first time in… God, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I don’t know how long. Not since…”

“Not since before Ammī deserted. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knows. It’s okay, Durgesh. You didn’t break me or anything. I’m still your little Musalmān girl.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me a hug, pressing her soft Musalmān tits against my Hindu chest and said into my ear, “And still not pregnant.”

I smiled in the hug.

“You- oh.”

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took a home-pregnancy test a few minutes ago,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm told me. “It came up negative.”

“I… see…” Yep, that’s her Durgesh. The brilliant conversationalist.

“So… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm woke up and heard you down here, and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm figured Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had to see what you’re up to. After taking a shower, of course. It took forever to get all of your cum from last night out of my pussy, by the way. And I’m gonna have to wash my sheets soon. So what’re you doin’ today?”

My cheeks flushed when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm mentioned my cum.

“Me? Oh. Uhm. Just, y’know. Fucking you needy beautiful Musalmān houseladies. What else?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm smirked at me playfully, already feeling her arousal for this wonderful, goofy Hindu man Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called Durgesh start to grow.

Even when I was being bashful, it was hard to resist me!

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can see that,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said. “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“N-no, nothing yet. You hungry? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. The cook could make-”

“Maybe in a little bit,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said, cutting me off and stepping closer to me. “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was thinking, maybe, we could take another crack at it.”

“Yeah, but- now?”

“Absolutely!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied with an emphatic nod. “I’m not going to be ovulating forever, Durgesh. We might be able to do it one or two more times before… well, before any other attempts would just be practice. But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could live with some practice, too.”

“But NOW? HERE?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started kissing the underside of my jawline and caressed my chest and arms seductively.

“No time like the present, right? To be honest, it was the first thing Al Fātimah Al Naåīm thought of this morning when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm woke up.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got down on her knees and pulled my already-hardening cock out, stroking it softly.

As Al Fātimah Al Naåīm lavished her attention to my penis, it became firmer as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started to kiss along the shaft.

“Mmmmm… just thinking about it… it felt wonderful, you know, Durgesh. Feeling you Hindu cum inside me, trying to make me pregnant. At first Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was just going to be doing it for you, to make you happy, but now… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm think, now, I might want it more than you do.”

“No. No! I- Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I definitely want it, Sweetheart,” I protested as I looked down at her starting to give me a blowjob. “It’s still just taking a bit of getting used to. That’s all. I mean, yesterday you were just her beautiful little girl, but last night… and now, you’re…”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pulled her lips off my cock with a soft pop and said, “So you liked it last night, Durgesh? [suck] You liked filling your little girl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot  full of your Hindu sperm? [suck] Trying to knock her up? [suck] Trying to plant a little brother inside of me?”

My eyes practically rolled into the back of my head as the sensations Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me and the words Al Fātimah Al Naåīm uttered pounded into my brain.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Al Fātimah Al Naåīm! You’re killing me! Where- where did you get all of this from?”

Once again releasing my Hindu cock from her beautiful young mmnn mouth, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said, “Yesterday, when you were passed out after fucking my friend, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm happened to notice the porn you two were watching, Durgesh, fucking each other. The woman on the screen, she looked an awful lot like me.”

“Your Ammī,” I protested teasingly. “She… she looks like your Ammī.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm downgraded her treatment of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to a handjob and gave me a skeptical look.

“My Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was 47, Durgesh. That girl on the screen? She barely looked 28. And I’m 29.”

I smiled.

“She was the closest match to your Ammī that, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I could find,”

“So why was she screaming for her Durgesh to fuck her? I mean, that IS what she was saying, wasn’t it? Like, ‘Fuck me, Durgesh! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh, God, your cock feels so good! Fuck me till you cum, Durgesh!’ Like that? Like Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was saying last night?”

I laughed.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm let go of my cock, stood, turned around and bent over the chopping block.

When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was in the ideal position for me to take me right then and there, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pulled one of her ass cheeks aside and looked back at me.

“Would you like that, Durgesh? Would you like me to scream out for you as you fill my Musalmān Choot  with your Hindu sperm again?”

I was visibly flustered yet never looked helpless to make a coherent decision about anything, let alone string together enough words to make a full sentence.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I- Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just-”

“Come on, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm interrupted encouragingly. “I’m waiting for you. Don’t you want to fuck your little Musalmān girl, Durgesh? Please? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants you to. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants you to get your big, fat ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  and bury it inside me from behind. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants you fuck me, Durgesh. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants your thick Hindu cock to spew as much babybatter into me as possible. AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM WANTS you to get me pregnant, Durgesh.”

The look of unrestrained lust suddenly blazed to life in my eyes and I shoved my shorts down around my ankles all the way.

I made a fist around my cock and aimed it at her exposed Musalmān Choot while pushing the small of her back flat with my other hand.

“Oh, fuck it! Okay, Sweetheart! Durgesh’s gonna get you pregnant if it’s the last thing, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I do!”

I didn’t make Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wait as I plunged my Hindu thickness into Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

With an almost primal growl, I said, “Is this what you wanted, Sweetheart?”

“Yes!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cried out. “Fuck me, Durgesh! Fuck your Hindu baby into me!”

I pounded Al Fātimah Al Naåīm mercilessly from behind for minutes on end and the only sound in the kitchen was that of our flesh frantically slapping together.

“I’m getting close, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm,” I warned Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. “Durgesh’s going to cum inside you again and I’ve got a big Hindu load saved up from last night!”

Hearing that almost sent Al Fātimah Al Naåīm over the edge of erotic bliss and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm howled with the sinful delight of it.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants it, Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm told me as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm desperately pushed back at my thrusting Hindu hips. “Fill me with your Hindu seed!”

“Your wish-” I grunted loudly, “Is the command!”

I pushed forcefully into her small, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  once more as far as I could go and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  expand inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

We both froze as jets of my babybatter flooded her inner Musalmān chamber over and over again, each blast of my virile, Hindu  sperm coming to rest within her young Musalmān body.

When I was done, I fell on her nude Musalmān back and breathed heavily.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, my God. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe… that was..”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm turned around on shaky legs and we both watched as my Hindu cum oozed out of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

“Spectacular,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said for me.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looked up at my flushed, sweaty face and smiled.

“We’ll give it a few hours to settle in, see if it takes root. If it doesn’t… well… there’s always lunchtime.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm leaned over to me and kissed me full on the lips for the first time as my lover.

Our tongues danced around the taboo expression of love and lust.

When our lips parted, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm breathlessly told me,

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you, Durgesh.” Then Al Fātimah Al Naåīm scampered away to her bedroom, where I expected to lay back on her bed with her hips held high in the air once more, hoping that the Hindu seed I’d planted within her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womb would indeed take root.*

Later that day, long after Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had gotten a real breakfast and had made her bed, I once again broke out her test kit.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had two more packets left in the box and hoped that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would  be able to put them to good use before the day was out. Unfortunately, even our second attempt didn’t work, either.

Oh, well. You know what they say about the third time: it’s a charm, right?

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had spent the entire morning naked and, I have to say, it was liberating.

Now that we were having sex and trying to make a baby, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t see any reason in being clothed when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was at home alone with me.

What would be the point?

Until Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got pregnant, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to make sure that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was ready for me at any moment, even if I might need some coaxing every now and then.

With her ovulation cycle so close to ending, every second counted and time spent in getting undressed was time lost.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm went downstairs and found me in the living room, watching news on TV.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm walked boldly into the room, still naked, and sat down next to me in such a way that I’d have to be blind to ignore her.

“Hello, Durgesh! Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got some good news and some bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”

I sighed deeply, but my eyes were already drinking her beautiful Musalmān nakedness in wolfishly.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found it remarkable that, in so short a time, I seemed to be getting used to the idea of seeing her naked around the house.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I always prefer to get the bad news out of the way first, Sweetheart. You know that. So hit me.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gently patted her tumher. “I’m STILL not pregnant.”

“…okay,” I said carefully. “So what’s the good news?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure that I’ve got at least another few hours before my ovulation cycle is over. Wanna see if the third time ’round is the winner?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me a hopeful, playful look and smiled sweetly at me.

I, as usual, was caught by surprise at her timing.

“Now? But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just sat down to-”

“Tick-tock, tick-tock, Durgesh. It’s now or we’ll have to wait until next month. Although, if this one doesn’t take, we can have a lot of fun getting some practice in…”

“Uhm, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm… about this ‘practice’ you keep mentioning… are you sure that’s such a good idea? I mean, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I get it when you’re ovulating. But… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just don’t know if we should be doing this-”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cut me off again and fixed me with a stern look.

“Durgesh. Really? Are you going to sit there and honestly tell me that you DON’T enjoy fucking me? HONESTLY?”

“Well that’s just it, honey,” I answered plaintively. “AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM, I DO like fucking you! I’m afraid that I might like it TOO much!”

“I’m not,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said simply.

“Not liking it?”

“No, silly!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said with exasperation. “I’m not afraid of you liking it too much! I’M having a blast! This whole incest thing… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t know just how exciting it could be until we tried it. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm have a couple of friends who’ve done it and they swear by it… but, WOW, did they understate things! Having sex with my handsome, loving father is out of this world! Best sex I’ve EVER had! A thousand horses couldn’t drag me away from this house as long as you’re in it and ready to breed me!”

I, of course, was slow on the up-take.

“…and you don’t want to stop?”

“Never,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said quickly. “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants to keep this going for as long as we can.”

“Until you find some boy,” said I. “I mean, you ARE unmarried and I’m sure that some guy your age would-”

“Allah! God, Durgesh, you can be a real idiot sometimes! Silly Durgesh. No BOY is ever going to compare to you! Just like no other woman will ever be able to take Ammī’s place… except maybe me.”

I shook my head in amazement.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just can’t believe that, yesterday, you were her good little girl. But today you’re-”

“Durgesh’s little cum-dump?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm supplied helpfully. “Try not to think of it that way, Durgesh. Think of it more like a gift. A very special gift that only Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can give, the only part of Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, left in this world. Together, Durgesh, we’ll make more beautiful children.”

“More?” I asked with a visible gulp.

“Only if we’re lucky… and speaking of lucky, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm thinks it’s time to see if we can hit the jackpot before it’s too late. Now’s the best chance we’ll have for another nineteen days before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can get pregnant again. Let’s make you a Durgesh again.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started to lean in toward me for a kiss.

“Do you think this time might do the trick?” I asked as I took Al Fātimah Al Naåīm in my arms, the TV now completely forgotten and relegated to nothing but background noise to our impending breeding session.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hopes so, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wrapped her hands behind my neck and leaned back, pulling me down to the couch with me. “But, at the same time, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm kind of hopes not.”

I gave Al Fātimah Al Naåīm a curious look.

“I mean, we’re gonna need a LOT of practice to get it right if it doesn’t work this time. Right?”

I smiled defiantly at that thought.

“Practice, practice, practice,” I said and then I grew solemn even as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm worked her hands down and started to unbuckle my pants. “Thank you, her lovely daughter, for giving yourself to me like this.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed my pants over my hips and started to stroke my long, stiff Hindu penis.

“Anytime, Durgesh. And… I really mean that: anytime. Any place, any time, any circumstance… anytime you want to fill me with your Hindu sperm, you just go right on ahead. Bend me over the couch, throw me on the bed, take me on the floor, and have me in the shower- all Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants is for you to be happy, Durgesh. And to make you a father again.”

As my large, throbbing ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  began to fill her small, welcoming Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, I said,

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I love you, Sālī, Badmåsh, Sweetheart!”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed winking at me.

“You didn’t leave me another option. I had to conspire with Ammī. She helped me. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you, too, Durgesh!”

Turns out that, yeah, the third time IS the charm!

“By the way, Ammī is returning tonight. She has warned me to compete with me. Let’s see who gives you the son first, Ammī or Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. It’s a very tough competition, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Abbū wanted to stop Ammī. She slapped Abbū. Long live your omnipotent ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. It serves Ammīs and daughters equally.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm informed me.

Chapter 32

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. 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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 30

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 30

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Naåīm 

My jaw dropped in stunned shock.

“Are you kidding me? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, for one thing, that’s an expensive procedure. It’d cost money though either of us have it. I mean, we’re far from broke, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t justify the expenditure. For another, what about two-headed babies? You might be half of your mother, but you’re half of me, too!”

“Look, Durgesh, I know a thing or two about genetics. Yeah, I’m only into a few semesters, but I’ve learned a lot about that stuff already. Do you realize that the whole two-headed baby thing is really just a hearth? Statistically speaking, we’d stand a better chance of winning the lottery than having a defective baby. Hell, a normal couple stands a greater chance of producing a baby with Down’s Syndrome! Neither of us has any genetic defects, so, if anything, we’d stand a BETTER chance of making a perfectly healthy baby.”

“That may be, Sweetheart,” I said calmly. “But we STILL couldn’t afford it and, even if we could, I’m not sure we could find a doctor in the state who’d be willing to try. Society alone would raise hell over it.”

“No one would have to know that the egg is mine, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm countered, warming up to the argument.

Okay, it wasn’t an argument.

More like a debate, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was feeling more invested in the idea as the Moments passed.

If I was depressed about being deprived of my second chance with her Ammī, at fatherhood, maybe Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could help.

I gave Al Fātimah Al Naåīm an incredulous look.

“Really? Whoever does the extraction would know. And whoever was assisting that person would know. And they’d probably have to do a genetic test of some kind in the lab. It’s just- no, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. It wouldn’t work.”

Suddenly an idea burst forward and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm spit it out, almost without even realizing that it was me who said it.

“Well how about doing it the old fashioned way, then?”

If I was surprised at the first suggestion, he was downright floored at the second.

“WHAT?!”

“Oh, come on, Durgesh. Look- you’re Durgesh and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you. Your last chance at being a father with my Ammī was taken from you. It was nobody’s fault, but it happened. You’ve done so much for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, all her life. Just once Al Fātimah Al Naåīm has like to do something for you.”

I shook my head in denial.

“Bearing her child wasn’t in the cards, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. You’re her DAUGHTER. Fathers and daughters don’t DO that kind of thing!”

“You’d be surprised,” She muttered before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could stop herself.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had a couple of friends who, in complete confidence, had confessed that they regularly had sex with their family members.

One slept with her brother and the other was fucking me with her mother’s blessing.

But that was their business and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wasn’t about to break her promise of secrecy, even if it was Durgesh that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been telling.

I stared at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm coldly.

“What?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm waved it off.

“Nothing, Durgesh. Just… look, just forget it, okay? Or don’t. I don’t know. The offer’s there if you want it. I know nothing would make you happier than to be a father again and if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can help make that happen, that would make ME happy.” Which was all true as far as it went.

But the real truth was that, after having seen the kind of porn I was watching lately, most especially that day’s sample, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had a sneaking suspicion that I was actively looking for reasons not to agree to the idea because I felt excited for secretly wanting it.

Who could blame him?

It can’t be easy for any loving father to tell his daughter that he wants to breed her, even if she openly says that she isn’t opposed to the idea!

And, frankly, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had already made up her mind.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wouldn’t force it on me, but if I wanted Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wasn’t going to turn me away.

if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could accept that two of her friends were committing incest, why couldn’t Al Fātimah Al Naåīm accept the possibility for herself?

“But…” I floundered for the words and all that came out was, “You. Are. Her. Daughter!”

As snappy comebacks go, that was definitely lame.

Not even in the running, really.

My resolve, I realized, was starting to corrode and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found herself somewhat invested in- what?

Convincing me to breed Al Fātimah Al Naåīm?

Or was Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just playing Devil’s Advocate for the thrill of it?

The lines in her own mind were blurring so fast that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm couldn’t keep up, so Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just charged ahead and said whatever came to mind, hoping that what came out with be her honest truth.

“No, Durgesh. I mean, yes, AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM AM her daughter. But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm am also a fertile young Musalmān woman, capable of bearing a child and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had cheerfully do so… for you. Since my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, isn’t here, and I’m the next best thing to her, all Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can do is at least make the offer. The rest is up to you.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pointed at my plate of spaghetti. “Your dinner’s getting cold, Durgesh.”

With that, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just stood up and left the room, grabbing her own plate as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm walked away, and headed straight for her bedroom.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could feel my eyes watching her in stunned silence as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm left and felt a soft tingle in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young twenty eight years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  as she realized that I was actually staring at her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

What the hell had Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just done?*

After finishing her own plate of spaghetti in her room, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried to relax by reading a book.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved Durgesh, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t really want to be around me just then.

At the same time, though, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to continue our discussion and find out where my head was at with the whole thing.

But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew that, if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pried, I’d just clam up and get stubborn.

Whatever my true feelings were on the subject, I’d have to work them out on my own.

Meanwhile, though, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was getting more and more aroused at the idea.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was also getting confused.

Her head was screaming at her about Society’s rules while her heart was beating the drum of love for Durgesh.

And thinking of Durgesh, making him happy, naturally took her mind, against its will almost, towards thoughts of sexual happiness.

After having seen the Hindu weapon I hide in my pants, it was difficult to NOT think about it, about him.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had slept with none before.

Yet Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew what a penis looked like.

Or, rather, what they should look like.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was a monster compared to the ones attached to the boys.

Even when it was spent and useless, it looked like it would fill every part of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could only imagine how impressive it was when it was at full mast.

Her Ammī enjoyed that greatest ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass both for ten long years.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had planned to enjoy it her entire life.

What a chance!

Once in a lifetime chance!

To replace her Ammī forever in Durgesh’s sex life!

Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would offer the Salāt of thankfulness once Durgesh fucks her.

At first Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt a little weird and guilty that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was seriously objectifying my cock.

But, after a while, the fact of our biological relationship had become a footnote that merely underscored her curiosity and, yes, lust.

Her female Musalmān lust for the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted, more and more, to feel that huge Hindu tool sliding in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān depths, if only to know how it felt.

A few of her girlfriends had enjoyed the experience and they all uniformly raved about how complete it made them feel.

Dammit, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to feel that complete, too!

And there Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was, living under the same roof with a man that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm adored and loved deeply, who was also endowed with a cock that would make all of her girlfriends drool with envy.

That Durgesh is handsome didn’t hurt matters any.

Every single female friend Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had regularly reminded Al Fātimah Al Naåīm of how hot Durgesh is.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm never admitted as much to any of them, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t disagree.

If Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted, if I wasn’t still so heartbroken over her Ammī’s desertion, I could pretty much have any Musalmān woman I wanted, young or old.

And, now, that included Al Fātimah Al Naåīm too.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm couldn’t decide if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was shocked or overjoyed when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm finally admitted to herself that being impregnated by her own Durgesh was something that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted as much for herself as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted it for me.

Shocked or overjoyed… but, to her amazement, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt no guilt at the prospect.

The hell with any damn guilt.

Let Al Fātimah Al Naåīm too be Durgesh’s live in relationship partner now forever.

And so it was, with her guilt pushed to the backburner and her lust blazing at the fore, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put her book aside and started to masturbate, thinking about Durgesh.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm won’t go over the details of her masturbatory session- that’s all pretty self-explanatory- but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found it remarkable that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got her cum much quicker than usual.

Maybe it was the fact that it was a new fantasy or that there was the forbidden fruit element to it, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t know, but once her motor got running with the mental image of me trying to breed Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, it was like her lust went into overdrive and just took over everything.

Not only did her orgasm come on quicker than ever before, but it had totally consumed her.

It took every ounce of self-control to not scream out “DURGESH!” as she reached her peak, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm somehow managed it.

If Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hadn’t, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would most definitely have come bursting through her bedroom door in a panic only to find her lustfully begging me to do what Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could only fantasize about.

With a mastubatory orgasm of that magnitude, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm decided that the fantasy of Durgesh breeding her definitely had an addictive quality- Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could get used to feeling that good after jilling off!

When her orgasm finally abated, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stripped off her newly-cum-drenched clothing and replaced it with a simple t-shirt.

Of course, and the irony of this wasn’t lost on me, the shirt happened to be one of mine that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had stolen months before and claimed for herself.

After several washings my scent had long-since disappeared from the shirt, but there was a sort of kinky knowledge that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was actually wearing MY shirt after having just cum while thinking about me fucking her.

Before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got herself all hot and bothered again, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got back into the book Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been reading earlier and just tried to forget about life for a while.

About an hour later, I knocked softly on her door.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm? You in there?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was still in the t-shirt, with nothing else on underneath, but otherwise decent.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put the book down.

“Yeah, Durgesh. Come on in.”

I opened the door and approached her bed.

I just stared at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm silently for a few seconds, so Al Fātimah Al Naåīm silently waited for me to speak.

After all, I was the one knocking on her door, right?

Finally I said,

“I’ve given some thought to your… offer.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt one delicate eyebrow drift up on her forehead.

“…and?”

I drew in my breath and then said,

“If we do this, I’m going to need to get REAL excited.”

Well! That was not the LAST thing Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted!

I had been hitting the sauce a little TOO much over the last year.

Adding more was the exact opposite direction Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to go in.

So Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed lightly.

“No you aren’t, Durgesh. Besides, if you get excited, wouldn’t that just ruin things? I mean, I know you’re not OLD-old, but at your age, drinking before sex isn’t very smart, is it? You might not be able to even get it up.”

I held my hand over my eyes in embarrassment at even having this discussion.

“You’re taking this a lot better than I expected,” I said with my eyes still covered.

“Of course I am, silly,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied. “It was MY idea in the first place!”

I dropped my hand and looked at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with naked mortification.

“But you don’t have to be so RELAXED about it! I mean, I’m your father, for Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!!”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me a reproachful look. “Durgesh… you’re more than just Durgesh, okay? You’re a handsome man, too. All of her friends tell me all the time how sexy you are, how they’d jump you in a heartbeat if they could. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can’t say that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm disagree with them, objectively speaking. You’re her Durgesh, yeah, but you’re hot. And it’s only sex.”

“Sex with the intent of getting you pregnant. By ME,” I emphasized. “I… still think Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I need a lot of courage for this… arrangement.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm sat upright suddenly.

“Not on your life, Durgesh! When we do it, Iwant you to be completely aware of what’s happening. No passing out on top of me in a drunken stupor, thankyouverymuch! The last thing I want is for you to cum inside of me and then pass out with me under you, in the middle of the wet spot.”

“Geez, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm!” I gasped. “Do you HAVE to put it like that?”

“Durgesh, the sooner you get hip to the fact that I’m not a little girl anymore, the better off we’ll both be. I’m 29, and  I’m an adult, PhD, Self Dependent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān woman. Look- I’ve HAD sex, okay? Not usual, but I’ve masturbated imagining my finger was your ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. We both know it. I’m a PhD and pretty much taking care of everything around the house. I’m grown up now, Durgesh. And this is a VERY grown-up kind of thing we’re talking about, isn’t it?”

“But you don’t have to be so brazen about it, Sweetheart. I’m having a hard enough time coming to grips with this on her own without worrying about how it might screw your head up, too!”

“Like I said, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied with a shrug, “it was MY idea to begin with. I’ve made my decision to do anything I can to make you happy. Even if that means having sex with you, letting you impregnate me and bearing your next child. I know exactly what I’m doing here and I’m completely, totally, one-hundred-percent okay with it.”

With just a fraction of a second’s worth of pause, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm searched herself within and discovered that every word of that was absolutely true.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was thrilled at the prospect of letting Durgesh get her pregnant!

And Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, came from a long line of extremely fertile women- there was every good chance that I would knock Al Fātimah Al Naåīm up on the first attempt and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was more than ready to help me try!

I fixed Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with a skeptical expression. “…really?”

“Really,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said with a nod. “Believe me, Durgesh, I’ve given it a lot of thought. I really and truly am okay with this. But only if you are and only with you. I wouldn’t want to make a baby with anyone else right now. But with you? Well, I’ve already seen how good a father you can be.”

I took a deep, calming breath.

“Okay. In that case.. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe I’m about to say this… but, in that case, when you know you’re ovulating, let me know and we… we’ll see what happens.”

“Deal,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said without missing a beat.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm then got up on her knees and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

As I started to leave, though, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stopped me.

“Durgesh?”

I turned around and looked at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm quizzically.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pulled her t-shirt off in one, swift motion, exposing her extremely beautiful naked young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to me.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wondered, for a split-second, if I appreciated just how much Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looked like that porn actress after all.

“Guess who’s ovulating?”

My jaw dropped open in surprised yet again.

“NOW?” I said with disbelief.

And Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was sure that the disbelief was genuine, but I didn’t take my eyes off her nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān form even to blink.

I knew a good thing when I see it!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm simply nodded, feeling the ringlets of her brown hair dance across her shoulders and breasts, enjoying the tickling sensation of it.

“My period ended five days ago, Durgesh. And I haven’t taken any birth control. I’m as fertile as a turtle, as my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, would say. Come to your little girl, Durgesh, and let’s make a baby!”

My reaction was immediate.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could see the tent forming in my sweat pants and it was growing faster with each passing second.

The inner debate that I was having was writ large on my face, which contorted and twisted with each thought.

The struggle within must have been difficult indeed, but ultimately futile.

I was, after all, a Hindu.

And what Hindu man could refuse a beautiful, nubile young Musalmān woman pointedly asking him to breed her?

I certainly couldn’t.

What for all of my misgivings and protests and concerns, my lust had prevailed and I pulled off my own t-shirt swiftly.

The look of sexual hunger and lust in my eyes was unmistakable.

This man, whoever he was, was not her Durgesh anymore.

But I wasn’t the wreck of a man Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been living with for the previous year, either.

This man, with whom Al Fātimah Al Naåīm shared a genetic bond, was suddenly a wild animal driven by lust and pent-up excitement and I could no more help myself than a raging, rutting bull.

I got closer to her bed, my fingers hooked in the elastic band of my sweat pants and boxer briefs, and I said, “Sweetheart, this is your last chance to change your mind. Even though I’m your father, AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM, I DO have her limits. If we go down this path, we can’t come back from it. Are you SURE you’re ready for this?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looked up at me with big, round eyes.

“What?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm asked. “For you to impregnate me? To feel your Hindu sperm swimming around inside my body, trying to fertilize my eggs?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm flipped over and got onto her hands and knees, showing me her wet and swollen Musalmān Choot, and looked over her shoulder at me.

“Durgesh, I’m so ready for this that I don’t even need any foreplay.”

And that, as they say, was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

My resolve crumbled like a house of cards.

In one, swift motion I pushed my sweat pants and underwear down to my ankles, grabbed my extremely hard cock with one hand and crooked my other hand under her hip.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm continued to watch my face as I looked down at her small, waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot  and rubbed the head of my swollen ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund against her Musalmān opening.

Without waiting another second, I slowly slid my large Hindu babymaker inside the folds of her drenched Musalmān pussylips and buried myself as deeply inside of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm as I could.

The feeling of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  pushing deep into Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was beyond thrilling!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt every inch of my long, thick Hindu shaft as my cockhead plunged down her Musalmān canal, stretching Al Fātimah Al Naåīm as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had never been before.

Even though it took only a few seconds before my Hindu pelvis met her perfect Musalmān ass cheeks, it seemed like it took forever.

And when our bodies finally did meet, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could feel my Hindu hardness penetrate so deeply in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body that her cervical ring barely stood as a barrier against my Hindu invasion.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body shuddered in response to the sensation of me being seated directly inside her Musalmān womb, the place where my life-giving Hindu seed, would be planted and our baby would soon grow. Oh, what a delicious thought that was! I was going to create life anew in her  only daughter!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm let out a long, low moan of pleasure as I stayed motionless inside Al Fātimah Al Naåīm for a moment, letting Al Fātimah Al Naåīm adjust to my Hindu length and girth.

“Ohhhhh, yesssss!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hissed pleasurably.

“Oh, fuck, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm!” I gasped. “You’re so fucking tight!”

“That’s right, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied as her hips tentatively wiggled.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could feel my bulging Hindu cockhead shift around inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did that and we both shuddered at the feeling of it.

“Fuck me, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I want you to fuck me with that big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  of yours and don’t stop until you cum as deepest inside me as you can!”

I smiled wolfishly at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm and then refocused my gaze on the place where we were joined.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe I’m fucking her little Musalmān girl.” I slowly withdrew my cock until only the head of it was buried inside Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

“Believe it, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm purred as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm crossed her arms on the bedspread and lay her head down on them, crushing her heaving Musalmān breasts against the fabric and pushing her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass higher into the air. “You’re not only going to fuck me, you’re going to give me your Hindu baby. You’re going to shoot your Hindu sperm deep inside me and get your ex wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān daughter pregnant. My Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was taken from us, Durgesh, but I’m not going anywhere. If it’ll make you happy, believe me, I’ll give you as many babies as we can handle. You gave me life; now it’s time to plant another life inside me!” With that, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed herself back onto my fat ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  until her perfect Musalmān ass once again was pressed up against my Hindu male thighs.

“Fffffuck,” I hissed.

I didn’t say much more as I took control of the situation and started to fuck her young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body in earnest.

With both hands holding tightly onto her hips, I thrust in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot  like a man possessed of a single purpose.

For several long Moments, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm luxuriated in the feelings of my huge Hindu member as it ravaged her deepest Musalmān core again and again.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! God, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm shouted out as my pace increased. “You’re fucking me so good! Tell me when you’re ready to cum, Durgesh. Tell me when you’re ready to knock your little Musalmān girl up so that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can cum with you!”*
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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 29

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 29

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Naåīm 

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved me deeply.

However, there was a time when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was worried that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was going to lose me forever to the most painful sort of hatred.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, had separated from me a year earlier and while it was difficult for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm to move past it, I didn’t seem capable of doing so.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm understood.

“Don’t betray Durgesh, Ammī.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had said to her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, gravely. Abbū tried his best to send you to gas chamber. Even then you are returning to him because Abbū is a Musalmān and Durgesh is a Hindu?”

Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl smiled at her PhD daughter.

Islam is my Dīn, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. And it doesn’t allow me to live in relationship with a Hindu.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm smiled sarcastically,

“After living in relationship with him for ten complete years. I was eighteen when you requested Durgesh to be your live in relationship partner.”

“I didn’t have another option then for our respectful survival. I was immensely grateful to Durgesh. He loves us beautiful Musalmān houseladies incredibly. I was aware of my ever incredible Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty. Immensely indebted to Durgesh, I offered myself to him. He accepted me.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was too angry to her immensely beautiful Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, that she shouted at her brutally.

“How selfish you are, Ammī! I’m ashamed that I’m your daughter.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm marched out of there furiously.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew I had been deeply in love with her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, and, when Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl betrayed me, I took it terribly hard.

The other half of my soul had been snatched away from md in a blink, after all.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried to be as supportive and helpful as possible during that year.

She picked up the house, supervised cooking, and generally did all of the chores that Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl used to do.

I, though, simply wallowed in my gravity and lost myself in a long line of other beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

Through all of it I had brilliantly managed to keep my job of serving needy beautiful Musalmān houseladies, but, at home, all of the fire had almost gone out of me.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did everything Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could think of to try and bring me out of my shell, but nothing seemed to work.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was only 28 when Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl left me so it was not like Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had a lot of life experience to advise me on what to do.

And only a year later, at the age of 29, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was no more experienced than before.

At some point Al Fātimah Al Naåīm simply gave up and just held out hope that I’d crawl out of the hole of abnormal gravity on my own.

To some degree I had, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew the man I’d become was a mere shadow of who I’d been before.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put her own life in order by continuing her education at the University.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved science. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took some courses in genetics and biology along with a few basic classes.

Fortunately, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t have to keep a job since, before her desertion, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl had made some very smart financial investments early in her life that made Al Fātimah Al Naåīm

Herself individually fairly wealthy- and my income only helped to bolster our financial health.

We’re even more than Gates Foundation wealthy now.

Our house and cars were paid for and her college fund was fat with lots of extra money left over on a monthly basis.

As an only child, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried her best not to let our wealth make her into a bitch or anything, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm thought that was mostly due to how her parents raised Al Fātimah Al Naåīm

– Always kind and helpful to those who were in need.

That was pretty much our prevailing philosophy as a family: helping others is helping yourself.

Waiting for the right opportunity to help me was a hard test in patience.

That opportunity did finally arrive, however, in the most unexpected way.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had just gotten back from shopping with some friends on a beautiful Spring day.

The sun was out, the sky was clear and there was every good reason for just about anyone to be positively beaming with joy at the wonderful weather.

When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put down her shopping bags just inside our foyer, though, the inside of our house seemed more like a mausoleum than a home.

The lights were off and no one was there to greet Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, even though she’d seen my car in the garage.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called out to see if I was awake, but I didn’t respond. She figured that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm should go check up on me and make sure that I hadn’t slept the day away.

It was such a beautiful day!

Why on Earth would anyone hide indoors on a day like that?

Durgesh?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called down the hallway that led to my room.

Still I didn’t reply.

As Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got closer to my bedroom door, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could hear the muffled sounds of my TV.

When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got directly to the door Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was able to decipher those sounds and recognize them for what they were: I was fucking one of her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends. Again.

I’d been doing that a lot lately.

I just couldn’t bring myself to start dating again.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s ever horny immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān girlfriends never let me.

They always kept my immensely active ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund engaged into their beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Choots and even into their ever smart young Musalmān ass.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm understood it that it was the physical need of both her Musalmān girlfriends and mine too.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had found me in various states of undress a few times already, passed out while fucking her beautiful young Musalmān girlfriends.

Most of the women I fucked were who looked a bit like her Ammi, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl.

It was just whatever tickled her fancy.

Over the last few months Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had learned a lot more about my sexual interests than Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had ever wanted to know.

Like, who wants to know that their father’s favorite sexual position is doggy-style?

But what could Al Fātimah Al Naåīm do?

Scolding me about it might embarrass me, which might cause me to withdraw from Al Fātimah Al Naåīm further, and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm certainly didn’t want that.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gently knocked on my door to see if I was awake.

Still no reply.

The door was slightly ajar.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed it open quietly and was less than surprised at what Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found.

Sure enough, there was I, sprawled out on my bed, completely naked, with her one year younger girlfriend, Al Jāsiyah Al Shams, impaling herself with my ever infamous ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

We both were so exhausted in our warm sex sessions that we also blissfully passed out and oblivious to everything around us.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, however, was still entirely buried into Al Jāsiyah Al Shams’s twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Jāsiyah Al Shams was straddling me on top of me.

Shaking her head, I moved towards the TV to shut it off.

“Allah! Oh, God, Durgesh! You feel SO fucking good inside me! Fuck me, Durgesh ! FUCK ME!” the starlet on the television shouted gleefully. Glancing up at the screen, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could see that she looked a lot like her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl.

Which also meant that she looked a lot like Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, because Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was damn near a clone of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, when she was her age.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just stared dumbly at the screen for a minute as realization dawned on her.

I was actually not fucking Al Jāsiyah Al Shams.

I was actually fucking her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, still now.

Al Jāsiyah Al Shams resembled her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, so much that everyone misunderstood Al Fātimah Al Naåīm and Al Jāsiyah Al Shams were twins.

This was the third time that week that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had caught me like this, fucking Al Jāsiyah Al Shams, but it looked like I’d finally found something that hit a little closer to home.

“Babygirl, you feel so fucking good!” the male actor told his “daughter” as he fucked her from behind. “Durgesh‘s got a big load for you.”

“Fuck, Durgesh! Yes! Cum inside me! Cum inside me like you do with Ammī!” the Musalmān girl who had more than a passing resemblance to Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cried out.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm shook her head as though snapping out of a trance and quickly hit the TV’s power button.

What had Durgesh turned into?

What kind of man had he become after Ammī deserted?

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm totally got it that men need release, from time to time, but how had I changed so much in such a short period of time?

For the last year Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had pretty much taken her Ammī’s, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl’s place in every way except one… and now it seemed that I might be in utmost need for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm to fill that other forbidden role, too.

“Allah! God, I miss you, Durgesh,” She muttered as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm turned around to regard my passed-out form. “What happened to you?”

As was perfectly natural, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm guessed, her eyes fell upon my spent ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund as it was still buried entirely  into Al Jāsiyah Al Shams’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young twenty eight years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Even when it was buried entirely, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  looked to be pretty big.

“Allah! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Good Lord,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm whispered in disbelief, “how in the hell did Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl handle that thi-” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stopped herself in mid-sentence.

What the hell was Al Fātimah Al Naåīm saying?!

That was Durgesh!

“Snap out of it, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm! Just… let’s just leave the man in peace, okay?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm went to the bed, focusing her attention on the towel in my hand, and carefully took it from me.

I didn’t even stir.

The towel was… stiff in some parts.

Allah! Dear God, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was holding my cum-rag that was stiff with my dried semen and Al Jāsiyah Al Shams’s vaginal Musalmān juices.

Trying to take the high road, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm prepared to gently drape the well-used towel over my large ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  and deliberately ignored the fact that there was still a small amount of pearly-white seed flowing from my bulbous Hindu cockhead.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was no blushing virgin.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had seen male plumbing before, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm have to admit: Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  was practically a work of art!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stared at it in awe for a moment before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got herself together and covered it with the towel.

As Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started to leave my room, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm caught a glimpse of herself in Ammī’s old vanity mirror.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was wearing a thin summer dress and her long, brown hair was hanging softly over her shoulders.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, too, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried to ignore that even as she realized something: that girl in the porno could almost be her twin!

They had the same large Musalmān breasts.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s had smaller areolas.

The same curvy Musalmān buttocks.

Their tiny-looking Musalmān pussies were both completely hairless, the same toned thighs and arms.

Yeah, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm finally admitted to herself, I was definitely fucking to the fantasy of having sex with her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, still now.

Or maybe it was just an analog of her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, when she was young that he was fucking her.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t really know.

And Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wasn’t sure how Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt about it just yet.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave her sleeping, naked, cum-spent Durgesh  one more long look and then quietly walked out of my room, pulling the door closed behind her.

When the door closed a bit louder than Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had intended, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cringed.

My voice immediately came from inside my room.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm?” I said sluggishly. “Is that you?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took a deep, calming breath. “Yeah, Durgesh. It’s me. I just got back from shopping with some friends. I’m gonna go take a dip in the pool and then supervise dinner. Come out whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay,” I said softly and then said nothing more, presumably so that I could continue to sleep.*

While Al Fātimah Al Naåīm changed into her bikini in her bedroom, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found herself looking at her reflection in her bedroom mirror once more.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was naked as a jaybird and turning this way and that, eyeing her extremely beautiful young Musalmān curves critically. Were we really that similar, that porn actress and I?

Maybe her butt rode a little higher and was a little smaller.

It was hard to tell with having only seen her on the TV screen for a her Moment or two.

But the resemblance was indeed hard to ignore.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just couldn’t believe I was watching that.

Was I really thinking about Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, my own stepdaughter, in a sexual way?

Why not?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself was my stepdaughter and now Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was my ever infamous live in relationship partner.

Wasn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?

Almost every stepdaughter of mine has expressly refused to accept me her stepfather.

I was always ‘Durgesh’ for them.

Even if they called me ‘Dad’, it was only a sarcasm always.

Durgesh is already living in relationship now with his countless Musalmān stepdaughters.

Doesn’t he?

Everyone of them is now proud mothers of Durgesh’s sons.

Aren’t they?

All of them claim Durgesh is the ever best husband for them.

None could take care of them as Durgesh did ever.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm couldn’t wrap her mind around that possibility.

It had to be Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl I was thinking of.

But, a small part of her mind insisted: what if it wasn’t?

I had been fucking a lot of her Musalmān girlfriends who resembled her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, lately.

Maybe Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s doing so much around the house was causing me to transfer my feelings for Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, onto Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

Until now Durgesh has fucked his entire countless Musalmān stepdaughters.

Durgesh is still fucking them daily several times.

Why can’t Durgesh fantasize to fuck Al Fātimah Al Naåīm too if her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, is not available?

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was no psychology major, but that did sort of make sense.

Should Al Fātimah Al Naåīm discourage it or should Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just let it slide and wait for me to get it out of my system?

If Al Fātimah Al Naåīm waited, how long would that take?

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just didn’t have the answers to those questions.

All Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could do was rely on her instincts and hope for the best.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew well enough to be certain that I would never cross a line uninvited.

That was for sure.

I was a loving, gentle person.

Even when I was angry, I never got mad or lost control.

I just… wallowed in my self-confidence, more than anything.

Sometimes I’d stare at the TV for hours on end or spend the night surfing on the ‘net.

It broke her heart to see me so crushed by her Ammī’s absence, which was part of why Al Fātimah Al Naåīm worked so hard to do the things she did.

In my current state Al Fātimah Al Naåīm seriously doubted that I would work up the energy to do it myself.

Besides which, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved me.

What kind of daughter would Al Fātimah Al Naåīm be if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just did nothing while I slowly fell to pieces?

That wasn’t how Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been raised, after all.

“Helping others is a gift to yourself,” Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, always said.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put those thoughts aside and got her bikini on.

Once Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was out in the pool, after swimming for a few minutes, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did notice something odd, though.

When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm glanced up at my bedroom window, she noticed that I was watching Al Fātimah Al Naåīm from it.

I wasn’t jacking off or doing anything perverted like that.

I was just watching Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

When I saw Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looking up at me, I gave Al Fātimah Al Naåīm a soft smile and waved before receding back into my room after Al Fātimah Al Naåīm waved back.

It was a rare thing to see me smile and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would’ve done anything to see it more.*

Later that night, as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was getting finished with cooking dinner, I came into the dining room wearing my normal attire of sweat pants and a t-shirt and sat quietly at my normal place.

I remained quiet as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm piled some spaghetti on my plate and brought it to me, having made a plate for herself already.

When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm set the plate down, I looked up at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with this peculiar expression on my face.

“Sweetheart, about earlier today… I noticed that someone had covered me up while I was passed out. I… I’m guessing it was you. I’m really sorry you had to see me like that.”

“It’s okay, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said. “I’m a big girl now and I know what men do to relieve themselves. It’s perfectly Natural. Just eat your dinner. Maybe later we’ll watch a movie later or something.”

I shook my head.

“Thanks, Sweetheart, but.. well… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, just.. I need to explain something to you-”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gently placed a hand on my shoulder and said,

Durgesh, you don’t need to explain anything. I get it. You miss my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, I miss her, too.”

I shook my head more emphatically.

“No, you don’t understand, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. It’s not just that. As you know, this weekend will be the anniversary of her desertion. I’ve taken some time off from work to just, well… deal with it. I’ve had a lot of stuff bottled up lately and I need to tell you a few things that you didn’t know.”

Seeing the look of seriousness on my face, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took a seat close to me and gave me her undivided attention.

“What is it, Durgesh?”

I took a deep, cleansing breath and let it out slowly.

After a Moment of steeling my nerves, I said,

“Well… it’s not just going to be the anniversary of your mother’s desertion. You see.. the day before she left us we learned that she was pregnant. We hadn’t told you about it yet and, when she left us, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t bear to put you through more pain and loss. So Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I kept it a secret.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm let out a gasp of surprise at hearing this.

“What? Oh, Durgesh! That’s… oh, I’m so sorry, Durgesh ! Your Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had no idea! Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew something was bothering you, aside from missing my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl,, I mean, but… oh, you poor, poor man! All this time you’ve been carrying that around with you?”

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I know, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I should have told you, Sweetheart,” I said solemnly, “but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t stand to…”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm smiled at me sweetly and tried her best to let her feelings of love and compassion be evident.

“It’s okay, Durgesh. Never mind. I forgive you completely. You were only trying to protect me. I totally understand.”

I took a deep breath of relief and closed my eyes.

Then I looked down sorrowfully at my hands and said,

“The hell of it was that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I was REALLY looking forward to being a father again. Your Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, and I had been trying for a long time, y’know? And when we finally got the news that she’d caught, we were just so damned excited. But now… now all of that is lost.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could see the sadness in my eyes and her heart damn near broke into a million pieces.

That was the one piece of the puzzle Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been missing.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had no idea that Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was pregnant when she deserted, but now that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew, everything made a lot more sense about why I was so despondent.

Oh, her aching heart!

What could Al Fātimah Al Naåīm do to help put me back together?

Her mind began to whirl with ideas, thoughts and solutions.

“Oh, don’t say that, Durgesh ! You’re not exactly over the hill, you know. You could meet someone and still be a father again.”

I was already shaking my head, immediately rejecting that idea.

“No. It just… it wouldn’t be the same, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. Your mother… she was something special, Sweetheart. More than you can possibly know. And you look so much like her, more and more every day, that it’s just… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I couldn’t fall in love with some other woman and have another child, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I couldn’t do it and look you in the eye. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I had felt like I had, I  dunno, cheated or something. She was the perfect mate for me and you… you’re our perfect combination, the best parts of both of us. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t, not with someone who isn’t her.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm frowned slightly at that with deep compassion.

“I… I understand, Durgesh. I do. I just hope that, someday, you’ll be able to get past it.”

“So do I, honey,” I said with a small, wan smile. “So do I. There’s just not another woman on the planet like her.”

“Except for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, that is,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm added.

I glanced up at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with a curious look.

We stared at each other for a Moment, her mind still spinning with ideas.

Suddenly, like a grenade exploding in her mind, one thought leapt to the surface.

“Maybe… maybe the solution… Durgesh, I don’t like seeing you in pain like this. It’s not fair. You deserve better. My Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was taken from us, but…”

“But what?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm steeled herself for what Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was about to say. “…but a part of her is still alive, in a way.”

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, what in the world are you talking about?”

“Me, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said.

The look of confusion didn’t leave my face, so Al Fātimah Al Naåīm continued.

“I’m still here. And I’m half my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl. Maybe if we did artificial insemination or something.. maybe get a surrogate mother? Her egg, your sperm- at least SOME of my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, would be in there. I mean, it’s Spring time! What better time of year to start a new life than now, right?”
Chapter 30

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 28

a qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 28

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Waħīd

one more Suraiyā Jamāl

I stayed there with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  buried inside her, enjoying the feeling of her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot embracing every inch of my hard Sixty Six years old Hindu flesh.

I eased it out to the tip, then plunging it back inside started fucking her.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, screamed as I hammered away on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Choot.

“That’s a good father in law!” Åbbās yelled, “Take your Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ! That’s your Musalmān Choot now! isn’t it?”

“Yes!” I moaned in agreement as I continued my Hindu assault on my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

“It is my ultimate Hindu husband!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, joined in, “Anytime you want it! Anyway you want it! Your Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Choot is all yours!”

“Pull her fucking hair! Really give it to her!”

I grabbed the end of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s sweat soaked hair and pulled back hard on it.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, yelped and lifting her head from the chair arched her back.

That caused my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  to enter her at a different angle and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, screamed,

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh my God! Oh, my ultimate Hindu husband, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Durgesh,  you’re fucking your Bahū Bégum so hard and I love it!”

“That’s it, just fuck her now!” Åbbās moaned, “As hard as you can! Fuck her until you cum!”

That was going to be much longer as my never tired legs were refusing to shake and I could not feel my balls gathering for release yet.

Letting Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s hair go, I grabbed the cheeks of her beautiful Musalmān ass and spread them open to better enjoy the view of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  tearing into her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

My eyes fixed on her young Musalmān ass that was filling my nude Hindu male lap constantly nonstop.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, cried out in surprise and Åbbās moaned,

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! even I didn’t think of that.”

I moaned at the sensation of feeling my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund sliding through the thin Musalmān skin between Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s ass and pussy and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s squeals of delight were telling me she loved it as well.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, rose up and bracing her hands on the back of the chair, rocked back and forth, shoving my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund even deeper into her.

I was fucking her so hard my balls were slapping against her twenty eight years old young Musalmān Choot  and she was now wailing continuously as I hammered away on her hot little Musalmān box.

I cried out as she contracted her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and young Musalmān ass around my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, milking it as I fucked her.

I gasped at the feeling of my hot Hindu  cum flowing up through my cock and began moaning in between each thrust.

The moans turned to whispers and after several more savage pumps, I cried out and buried my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Hold it!” Åbbās called out.

Like they did in the movies I squeezed the base of my cock, moaning at the effort to hold back my cum.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had slipped off the chair onto her knees and grabbing my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd surrendered to me completely.

I released my cock and cried out as a tremendous spurt of cum erupted onto my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s waiting Musalmān Choot.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, jerked my cock, and the next spurt struck her deeper.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, turned her face so I would get that side as well.

I stood there, moaning and watching, as my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, used my spurting ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to fill her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot completely.

I heard a gasp and turned to see Åbbās pumping his cock fast and hard.

He cried out and a long thick spurt of cum shot from the tip of his cock.

I released a whisper as the last of my load oozed from my spent cock.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, quickly leaned forward and taking it in her mouth caused me to cry out as she sucked hard enough to get a couple of more drops from me.

Next to us, Åbbās moaned and almost fell back into his chair as the last of his cum splattered onto the floor near the chair.

Exhausted I sank to my knees onto Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s bare back and stared at her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān  face.
I started to try to get up, but Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my shoulder and leaning over said in my ear, “If that’s the worst that happens, it’s okay, Durgesh.”

“I…I didn’t mean to.” Åbbās said, causing me to look at him in surprise. “I really just wanted to watch.” Looking directly at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, he added, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well take your sorry ass out of my house, you got what you wanted, you twisted fuck, now go!”

And she didn’t want me to start up?

Åbbās stared at us and standing; pulled his pants up over his still dripping cock.

To my relief he backed away from us towards the door.

“I’m going, but lady, you have to be kidding to say I’m the twisted fuck. The two of you went at it like porn stars. I was just an excuse for you sickos’ to have at it.”

He had continued to back away and was now next to the front door.

Reaching behind him to grab the handle, Åbbās laughed,

“Hey, you should be thanking me; I gave you the chance to break the ice!”

Opening the door he stepped through it and slammed it shut behind him.

The second he left I should have felt a sense of relief, but instead my body started to shake and I felt as if I were going to pass out.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked,

Durgesh, are you okay?”

“I…Oh, my God, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I exclaimed, “What the hell did we just do?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, didn’t answer right away, instead her eyes stared into mine and she seemed to be waiting for me to say more, when I didn’t she said softly,

“We did what we had to.”

I asked,

“What about you, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” she nodded then gave me a tired smile,

“Hell, two orgasms and fucked by a guy as utmost experienced as more than twice  your age is many women’s idea of a good time.”

“But not if it’s their father in law.” I said, “Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!  Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, what about Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq?”

“Well…”

“And,” I continued, my voice cracking, “What about us?”

“First of all, we are not going to tell my husband. I told you that when we started.” She rolled her eyes, “I think you know why.”

“But…”

Durgesh, neither of us got hurt. The whacko even said he was sorry about what he did to us, there is no reason for Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq to know, all it will do is freak him out.”

“Okay.” I nodded, “I guess you’re right, but we, I mean…I…”

Durgesh, it’s okay.” Tossing the shirt away, she slid over and put her arms around me.

I was aware of her tits pressing into me and the fact we were totally naked.

It hadn’t bothered me a few minutes ago, but now that it was over I felt like it should.

Still, it felt good to have her arms around me and I hugged her back tightly.

“Listen, my ultimate Hindu husband.” She said in my ear. “We did what he wanted so he wouldn’t do worse. You and I just went through a tough experience and you were amazing during it, but now you’re scared and that’s okay, but don’t worry about what we did, it’s why we’re okay now and like I told you, we were just acting out…”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” I paused, then went ahead with what was really bothering me, “Were you acting?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, kept her arms on my shoulders, but eased back until she was looking at me.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, I mean I know we had to, but you were really into it and some of the things you did he didn’t ask for and you seemed calm and…” I shrugged, “You still seem calm you even made a joke about it. So were you acting?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave me an odd smile,

“Were you?”

“Huh?” I asked, caught off guard.

“Were you acting my ultimate Hindu husband? Because you sure didn’t need much coaxing once we got going and at the end you couldn’t fuck me fast enough.” I started to smile and she made it worse with her next question. “So, do you really wanted to fuck me?”

“I…um…” I couldn’t keep looking at her and turning my head whispered, “Yes, but it didn’t mean I wanted to do that, I…it was just kind of…”

“I wanted it too. More than you did.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said.

I turned back to look at her and started to speak, but she put her finger to my lips.

Durgesh, like I said this was a bizarre situation and maybe we were so caught up in doing what we had to adrenalin took over and we got into it, or maybe this perv was right and we wanted each other. One way or another, there is a lot to talk about, but we’re both exhausted and not thinking straight so this is what I want you to do.”

Pointing down the all she said, “I want you to go take a long hot shower and go to bed.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, no way can I sleep! I…”

“You’re coming off one hell of an emotional rush, you’d be surprised. Now do as I ask, if nothing else lay there and rest your body. I’m going to,” she frowned at the puddle of Åbbās’s cum on the floor. “Clean up and do the same thing.”

“The maid will clean up,” I told her.

“No,” she kissed me on the cheek, “Just get some rest.”

I sighed and stood up.

As I did my cock ended up directly in front of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s face and she winked,

“No, there are worse things.”

She turned away after she said it blushing again.

I headed down the hallway to take a shower.

I entered the bathroom and turning on the hot water, went to get in when I noticed there was no towel.

Leaving the water running, I left the bathroom and opened the door to the closet to grab a couple.

When I closed the door, I glanced down the hallway into the living room and saw Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was sitting on the chair.

She was still naked and I saw she was on her cell. Who the hell would she be calling right after that?

I felt my stomach twist at the thought Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq may have called to say he landed and a wave of guilt flowed though me.

Putting my head down I went into the shower and tried to wash away the shame of what we had done.

No, it wasn’t the shame of the act that was bothering me, but the simple fact that we had enjoyed it.*

I jumped at the sound of a car door in the driveway and sat up, my heart pounding.

I looked out my partially open bedroom window and sighed when I saw it was Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq coming home.

I had come to bed an hour ago and had been drifting in and out of a troubled sleep filled with alternating visions of fucking my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, then being confronted by my friend who had found out we had.

I let out a deep breath and lay back on the pillows.

As it had since I’d come to bed the visual of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, blowing me entered my mind, followed by a montage of images from our incestuous romp.

I kept hearing Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, saying how much she wanted me, but told myself it was the heat and stress of the Moment. However, the look on her face when we were doing it…

“Please stop it,” I whispered inwardly, “Just shut it down!”

I closed my eyes and tried to think about work, anything to keep from thinking about Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

I had just started to nod off when I heard the distinct click of my door opening.

My eyes snapped open and I saw Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, entering the room.

She closed the door behind her and walking over to my bed, looked down at me,

“Can’t sleep, my ultimate Hindu husband?”

“No.” I said.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was wearing her robe from earlier and sitting on the edge of my bed, she put her hand on my chest, “Neither can I.” she paused, then added, “I want to talk to you.”

“Sure.” I started to sit up, but Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, pushed on my chest.

“Stay where you are.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, climbed onto the bed and grabbing the sheet, pulled it off of me, exposing the fact I was naked beneath.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I exclaimed, “I’m…”

“Not like I haven’t seen it.” She said with a smile. “And my ultimate Hindu husband you have nothing to be ashamed of.” To my surprise, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was already growing and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, nodded approvingly.

“Hmm, that’s a good sign for me.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, what are you….oh.”

I gasped as she reached down and stroked my rapidly stiffening ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Durgesh, I…want you.” She whispered. “And I have a confession to make, I…I’ve wanted you for a while now.”

“You…you do?” I managed as she stroked me faster.

“I do, I don’t know who Åbbās was, but honey he was right, I’ve been teasing you and trying to get you to want me. I was scared when he first started tonight, but when he said you watched those movies I…” leaning down she kissed me softly,

“I decided I would give you everything those young Musalmān women gave their Hindu father in law in the videos and hoped you would want more.”

Sitting up, she released my now erect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and untying her robe, slipped it from her shoulders, revealing those perfect young Musalmān tits and that amazing fiery red Musalmān bush. “So my ultimate Hindu husband, do you want more?”

“We…we shouldn’t.” I whispered as leaning over she teasingly trailed her long red hair against my chest and stomach.

“That’s not the question. Should doesn’t matter anymore because we already have, now it’s about do you want me the way I want you?”

Her lips were now brushing my stomach and I placed my hands in her soft red hair. “Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.” I said simply.

“Will never know. We won’t tell, just a little secret between a naughty Bahū Bégum and her equally naughty Hindu stepfather in law.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, tossed her hair over her shoulder so I could get a clear view of her lips trialing towards my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. “You going to be my naughty Hindu stepfather in law?”

She reached my Uncut Hindu Lund and I moaned as she kissed the head before taking it into her beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and bobbing her head slowly.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, God,” I moaned, “I’ll be anything you want me to be!”

“Good answer,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed as she removed me from her mouth. “But a little different this time.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, took me back into her mouth and with a sigh sucked me slowly, taking me about halfway each time, before working her soft lips back to the tip.

I ran my hand along her back and reaching her ass, slid my hand down between her legs.

My fingers found her wet pussy, then her swollen clit.

As she took her time sucking me, I rubbed her clit in slow circles.

“Hmm,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, hummed while taking me deep into her young Musalmān mouth.

We continued to take our time enjoying each other, then Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sat up and bracing her hands on my chest swung her leg over my hips so she was straddling me.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd rocked back and forth and I groaned at the feeling of her wet pussy rubbing along my lower stomach just over my yearning Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, leaned over and began to move side to side, playfully sliding her nipple across my lips.

She laughed, when reaching up, I grabbed her tits and holding them still kissed one nipple, then the other.

“Yeah, nice and easy this time.” She said, and then hummed when I sucked on her left nipple.

She leaned away, taking her nipple from me, but sliding back placed her pussy against my cock.

She rocked up and down, sliding my hard Hindu flesh between her wet Musalmān labial lips.

I released a proud whisper and with another laugh she rose up and reaching back, guided me into her.

Unlike last time she lowered herself slowly, allowing us both to enjoy the sensation of every inch of my hard Hindu flesh slipping inside her young Musalmān Choot.

When I was completely buried in her warm moist Musalmān Choot, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed and moved her hips slowly riding me.

Leaning down, she slid her arms underneath mine and kissed me.

Again, unlike before this kiss was soft and sweet, her lips lightly caressing mine.

She hugged me close to her as she continued to kiss and wrapping my arms around her slender waist I pulled her even closer to me.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slid her lips from mine and nuzzling her face into my neck began kissing me gently just under my ear.

“Oh, that’s nice” she cooed, “Out there we fucked and I loved it, but this time, nice and easy, this time we love each other.”

Her words caused a lump to grow in my throat and even as I worked my cock slowly in and out of her I felt a wave of emotion come over me. Love her. That’s what we were doing, we were making love.

As if reading my thoughts, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, continued, “That’s right my ultimate Hindu husband, what can be wrong with this? A Bahū Bégum and stepfather in law simply choosing to use their bodies as well as their hearts to love each other? This isn’t wrong my ultimate Hindu husband; it just brings us closer together.”

As good as her words sounded and her body felt pressed against me, I repeated my greatest problem with this. “But Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq …”

“I love him too and I can love you both.” She moaned softly as she began rocking faster and coming down harder on my cock. “He travels so much now; you can take care of me in every way when he’s gone.”

She playfully flicked my ear lobe with her tongue,

“You going to take care of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, my ultimate Hindu husband? You going to keep her company and show her how much you love her?”

“Yes.” I told her and before I even realized I was going to do it, I wrenched my shoulder off the bed and twisted our bodies, pushing Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, to the side.

She yelped in surprise, and then moaned in delight as we rolled over and I was now on top of her, looking down at her as I pumped my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  in and out of her wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Oh, this is so nice!” she told me.

She smiled up at me and taken by how beautiful she was I lowered my lips to hers and as she had done, wrapped my arms beneath her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put hers around me as well and began lightly trailing her nails across my back.

She wrapped her long legs around my waist, drawing me even deeper inside her and moaned,

“I love you my ultimate Hindu husband.”

“I love you to,” I told her as I gently made love to her.

I buried my face in her neck and kissed the soft creamy flesh between her neck and shoulder.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was moaning softly in my ear and had begun to move her hips in perfect rhythm with mine.

Although I had had sex with countless Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān  girls over the last couple of years and been soft and sweet with them, I had never made love like this before recently.

But then again had I ever loved any of them the way I did my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s moans in my ear were driving me crazy and even as slow as I was going I could feel my body beginning to tremble as it prepared to cum yet again for my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

Sensing my body tightening, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, whispered,

“That’s it my ultimate Hindu husband, let me have it inside this time. I want to feel my ultimate Hindu husband cum deep inside me.”

Her words pushed me over the edge and unable to help it I started pumping faster and within seconds I moaned loudly in her ear as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  erupted inside her.

“Ohh, that feels good, my ultimate Hindu husband!” she groaned as I continued to fill her with my hot Hindu cum.

I moaned as she began clenching her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot  around my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund , milking every last drop deepest into willing Musalmān flesh.

When my spent cock had no more to give, I started to push up, but hugging me tightly, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, whispered, “Stay right here, let me hold you.”

I let myself relax against her and sighed contentedly as she played with my hair.

I could feel my cock growing soft inside her and she purred in my ear as she held me.

My head jerked and I realized I had started to doze off, while lying there, still inside her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked up at me and smiled,

“See, a sensitive Bahū Bégum knows what her ultimate Hindu husband needs, now how about you lie on your side and I’ll curl up and spend the night with you?”

I smiled and nodded.

I rolled over on my side and a Moment later felt Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, press her warm nude young Musalmān body against me.

I could feel her soft Musalmān tits pushing into my chest and she slipping her arm around my waist pulled me further against her.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was once again into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd lay on her back pulling me on her nude young Musalmān body.

Kissing my back, she said softly,

“Go to sleep my ultimate Hindu husband, we’ll figure this all out tomorrow okay? From now on I’m your bed myself. Just lie on me enjoying me as you damn please!”

“Okay.” I murmured already slipping off into sleep, “Love you Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”
“Love you too, my ultimate Hindu husband.”*

I opened my eyes and with an effort lifted my head.

Blinking to clear my vision I focused on the alarm clock and saw it was just after midnight.

The last time I looked at the clock it had been just after ten thirty.

I was so tired; I could barely keep my eyes opened, but wondered what had awoken me.

I heard the sound of my door click and realized Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s arm was no longer around me.

I sat up to see her just leaving my room and started to speak, when I heard the sound of a car door, next to my window.

I turned my head and felt my stomach lurch as I saw Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s car backed in and his broad back as he pulled the suitcases from the trunk.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I called out, “Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s home!”

“I know honey,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, turned in the doorway to face me and help up her phone. “I had this in my robe and he called a few minutes ago, his flight was delayed then cancelled, “You must have really been asleep not to hear it ring.”

“But…I mean you were just in bed with me and…”

“Easy, my ultimate Hindu husband,” she put her hands up, “He called first and I’m going to go meet him in the living room, why on earth would he think we were in bed together?”

“I…” I shrugged, “I’m just careful about what we did and…”

“Don’t be. Durgesh, that’s the best thing about this, who would ever think anything as going on, even Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.”

I wasn’t convinced, but didn’t reply.

Instead I swung my legs off the bed and grabbing a pair of jeans off my end table, stood and slipped them on.

“Why don’t you stay in bed, my ultimate Hindu husband?” You’ll see Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq in the morning.”

“I want to see him.” I said as I made my way over to her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked nervous for the first time and asked,

“You going to be okay? You can’t say anything about Åbbās or…”

“I know.” I told her not wanting to admit I wanted to see Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq because I was doubtful she might mention Åbbās.

I heard the door in the living room and went to go out there, when Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stopped me.

“Let me go out there first. Give me a minute before you come out so it doesn’t look weird.”

I nodded, but as she walked down the hall, quietly followed her staying a few feet behind her.

When Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, entered the living room, I stopped and hovered just past the doorway so Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq couldn’t see me from that side of the room.

“Hey sweetie, sorry about your trip.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said.

“Hey sexy!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq exclaimed, “Tell you what, you’re damn sight finer looking than the jerks I was meeting up with!”

I heard a thump as Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq dropped his suit cases then the unmistakable sound of them kissing.

I gave it a few seconds then entered the room.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq was hugging his wife, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, tightly as they kissed and my heart skipped a beat at the thought of where my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s mouth had been not more than an hour ago.

“Hey Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.”

“Hey Dad!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq said, pulling away from my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, “Sorry I woke you up.”

“No worries.” I told him as I made my way over

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq clapped me hard on the shoulder, but frowned as he looked at my face.

“You okay, Durgesh? You look kind of pale, feeling alright?”

“Well…”

“My poor ultimate Hindu husband got one of those migraines.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, cut in, “So he went to bed early,” touching my cheek, she asked, “You feel any better?”

“Yeah, a little.” I went along with her.

“Shit, I feel bad you got up.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq frowned.

“I heard a car door, and it was late, so I…uh….just wanted to make sure it was you.”

“That’s my Hindu stepfather!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq gave my shoulder a painful squeeze, “You really look after your Bahū Bégum, don’t you?”

I felt as if I had been kicked in the stomach, but managed to come up with a smile,

“Yup, have to be the man of the house when you’re gone right?”

“Damn straight.” He laughed and put his arm around Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, “You have to make sure your Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, here isn’t letting those good looking young guys slip in here when I’m away.”

“Oh, please.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed.

Then, giving me wink, said,

“Don’t worry, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, my ultimate husband takes damn good care of his friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd when you’re not here.”

Her remark caused me to begin to alert and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq shook his head,

“Wow, now you’re flushed and you’re sweating. Why don’t you head back to bed, Dad. I’m beat and I’m heading to bed myself.”

He grinned at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,

“Maybe not right to sleep, but right to bed.”

“Um, yeah.” I said, trying not to think about the fact my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was going to have sex with him after what we had just done. “Good night, guys.”

“Night, my ultimate Hindu husband,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, then laughed, “No kiss goodnight for your Bahū Bégum?”

With a resigned sigh, I turned around and kissed her on the cheek, as I did she whispered, “Please don’t worry, he won’t know.”

I nodded and without realizing I was going to do it, gave her a quick hug.

“I love how close you guys are.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq said, making me feel even worse than I had before.

As I walked away, he reached out and giving me a playful shove said, “Get some rest, we have to do the yard tomorrow.”

“Okay, night Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.”

I slunk into my room and knowing I couldn’t sleep, sat on my bed.

I was thinking of trying to read when I heard Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq walk past.

Wow, they weren’t kidding about going right to bed.

Of course that meant Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq  was looking to get laid and I cringed at the thought Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was going to let him.

I heard their door close and found I couldn’t get my mind to stop racing, she wouldn’t really would she?

I frowned as it dawned on me I had to know. Getting up, I quietly opened my door and padded down the hallway.

The bathroom light was always left on and I closed the door partway so they wouldn’t be able to see my shadow beneath their door and moving as quietly as I could made my way over next to their door.

“Can you believe it?” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq asked.

I allowed a small smile to cross my face at the thought of how thin their door was and how they had never known how many times I had eavesdropped when I thought they had a surprise for me or I was in trouble.

“Believe what, that he wanted it? You were the one who started this whole thing.”

My smile disappeared at her words.

“No, I knew he wanted to, that’s why I had you start playing Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, what I can’t believe is you were right and it had to be plan B.”

“He’s a good man and it was never going to happen, even if I point blank offered.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed, “Besides even though I know it was mean, it was hot as fucking hell!”

“Yeah it was.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq agreed, “And you were right about that being the only way it could be that nasty,” he laughed again, “You were fucking hot Al Fātimah Al Waħīd! Damn hot!”

“So was my ultimate Hindu husband.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, replied, “He manned up just like you knew he would.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh my God! I slowly sank to my knees telling myself I wasn’t hearing them right or they were talking about something else.

“Hey, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq began his voice softening, “Thanks for that, you don’t know how long I have had that fantasy. Hell, I wanted to lick you clean after he fucked you. I could taste it, but…”

“I know, I’ve heard about it for years.” She told him, “Besides it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it. Tell you what Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq; I’m glad I didn’t throw your ass out like I wanted to when you first started talking about this.”

“That makes two of us!” he laughed again, “And it being nice and nasty was exactly what I wanted.” There was a Moment of silence and he asked, “So, you get what you wanted?”

“Oh, yes.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed, “Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, he melted right into me, it was so sweet, so…” she purred, “so sexy!”

No, no, no, I kept thinking over and over again, I had to be dreaming.

“No hesitation?”

“None, and sleeping with him felt wonderful.”

“So…” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq began, “Do you think maybe we’ll all be able to…you know, together? The thought of you between Durgesh and me…”

The three of us? My friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, with me and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, together?

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq had wanted someone else?

What nonsense?

“Yes.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd answered, “But not right now; let’s wait until you go away a couple of times. Give him the chance to be really comfortable with me.”

“Okay.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq sighed, “I guess I can’t complain, tonight was fucking hot. Speaking of hot, why don’t you take that robe off and spread those sexy legs of yours?”

“Ohh, a third load, sure you got it in you, old man?”

“You’re going to have it in your mouth you keep talking like that.” He told her.

“I’ve had plenty in my mouth tonight.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed, “And my pussy.”

“Well when have you ever gotten enough?”

“Hey, I didn’t say no!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed and I heard the bed squeak as she jumped onto it. “Come and get it my ultimate Hindu husband.”

“Spread your pussy.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq told her, “Show it to me.”

“Fine, but it sounded better with that stupid gizmo you were using in that mask.”

“Yeah, halfway through me started wondering if the batteries were going to last, Durgesh used that two years ago.”

I slumped against the wall and put my hand to my throbbing temple.

This was some kind of sick joke it had to be.

“You want to lick my pussy, honey?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said from within the room.

“Damn straight I do.” I heard the bed again and a Moment later, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned softly, then laughed,

“Hmm, you don’t mind getting my ultimate husband’s sloppy seconds?”

My eyes widened and as it dawned on me that there was no mistake what had happened, I heard the sound of a slap and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq cry out,

“Ow! What was that for?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed, “That was for trying to have sex with me after you gave me to your sex wonder Hindu stepfather, Durgesh! It was already decided that once Durgesh fucks me, you’d only lick clean my Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass. No sex anymore between us, Åbbās! I’m your Ammī now.” 

I was dumbfounded.

I couldn’t believe they tricked me to fuck Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

I never consented.

Nevertheless, they never accepted their defeat.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd was one more Suraiyā Jamāl.

Chapter 29

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 26

a qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 26

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Waħīd

Ignoring him, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slid her hands up my chest one more time and then taking my face in her hands, leaned forward and pressed those soft full lips to mine.

I whispered as she kissed me, and then gasped when she leaned further and I felt her nipples pressing into my chest.

Although my lips hadn’t responded, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned in her throat and working her arms around my shoulders pulled me closer to her.

She kissed me harder, and then whispered against my face,

“Kiss me back, my ultimate Hindu husband, and put your arms around my waist, remember, just like the movies.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, returned to kissing me and this time I tentatively returned it, my lips pushing against hers.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, purred again and worked her lips back and forth across mine.

As I started kissing her harder, I put my arms around her waist and placing my hand on her warm back slid it up through her long hair.

“Hmmm-mmm,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, encouraged as her lips pressed hard against mine.

She rocked side to side causing her hard nipples to slide across my chest and whispered,

“Close your legs.”

I did as she asked, and she swung her legs onto the chair on either side of mine so she was straddling me on the chair.

“Nice touch, hey Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, you guys sure you haven’t done this before!”

I tensed up at the sound of his voice and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said softly, “Just me, my ultimate Hindu husband, just focus on me. You’re doing just fine.” She returned to kissing me and I gasped when her tongue darted out and pushed against my lips.

I parted them and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed as her tongue entered my mouth and caressed mine.

She was now rocking front to back, grinding her hips in my lap and even through her thong and my shorts I could feel the heat between her legs.

Her hard nipples were poking into my chest and she was now moaning softly as her tongue played against mine.

“Yeah, work him up, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd! Bet it isn’t the first time he’s been hard for you!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s hands had slipped between us and were rubbing my chest again and I felt a sense of the surreal come over me as my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave me the equivalent of a lap dance while some guy with a gun watched.

“Grab her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass!”

His tone was firmer than before and recalling his words that he was done playing, I dropped my hand down Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s back until I was cupping the cheeks of her beautiful Musalmān ass.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gasped when I gave them a hard squeeze and so did I at how firm her Musalmān ass really was.

She ground harder into my Hindu male lap and I had no doubt she could feel how hard I was.

We were both sweating and it added to the sensation of our now slick chests rubbing together.

“Okay, enough making out, Durgesh, tell your Bahū Bégum you want to fuck her.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sat back on my nude male Hindu lap, and once again I cupped her breasts.

I stared longingly at them, but couldn’t move.

“Let’s go Durgesh!” I was aware of movement and saw him get up.

Coming over, he pushed the lamp off the end table and sat on it, so he was only a couple of feet to our left. “Say it!”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,….can I…”

“I said tell her, don’t ask her!” he said forcefully. “You’re taking your Bahū Bégum, not asking permission!”

Just like the movies, I told myself, but remained silent.

I jumped as leaning over, Åbbās swung his hand and slapped Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s ass, hard.

She cried out and I immediately blurted,

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in to your young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”

“Oh, perfect!” he laughed.

“Yes, my ultimate Hindu husband!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said softly and leaning forward pushed her right tit into my face.

Feeling like a drowning man going down for the last time, I kissed it.

“Oh, yes.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, purred and started rocking again.

“You like your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately kissing your Musalmān tits, you little Musalmān slut?”

“Oh, yes!” she moaned as I swirled my tongue around her hard nub, “I love my ultimate Hindu husband, kissing my Musalmān tits! I want him to have anything he wants!”

I switched and as I kissed on her other nipple, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, wrapped her arms around me and played with my hair.

“Kiss it; I want to see your lips on that nipple.”

I made a show of tracing a slow wet circle around Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s swollen Musalmān flesh.

“Yeah, that looks good.” Åbbās said softly, “The two of you look hot together, shit I jerked off watching at the pool today and this is even better!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to her other breast.

I rolled her nipple between my fingertips and her moan sent a shiver through me.

Either she was one hell of an actress or…

“Pinch it! Make her squeal!”

I shook my head around her nipple, but when Åbbās raised his hand to slap her ass again, I gave her a hard pinch.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, yelped, and with a laugh he said,

“Do it again.”

I did as he said and she yelped louder this time.

I took that nipple gently into my mouth and started playing with the other.

Without him asking I gave it a light pinch, but Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, yelped as if I had done it much harder.

“You getting nice and wet Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?” he asked, “You all worked up grinding on your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund?”

“Yes,” she moaned as I continued to work her nipples.

“Is he hard for his friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“Oh, very hard.” She purred causing me to excite.

“Hey Durgesh, she right? You nice and hard for your slut Musalmān Bahū Bégum?”

“Yeah,” I moaned around her nipple as she started moving her hips in circles around my trapped ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“So you got your hot Bahū Bégum almost naked and willing to do anything you want. What do you want her to do, Durgesh?”

I knew what he wanted me to say because the image of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, on her knees at the pool surged into my mind.

I envisioned the Bahū Bégum father in law fantasy movies I had watched and thought of those fathers in law getting blow jobs from their horny Bahū Bégums.

But they were actors, not real blood and…

“Answer me, what do you want Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd to do for you?”

I had leaned away from her nipples and looking up into her face, saw she was as flushed as I was and her red hair was beginning to stick to her sweat slicked cheeks.

Again she gave me a wink,

“Go ahead, my ultimate Hindu husband, tell Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd what you want.”

“You want her to suck your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you? Want her to get on her knees and use that nasty beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth on you.”

“Yes.” I said simply.

“Not good enough, tell her!”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I want you to…”

“Better!” he snarled.

“Get on your knees and suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!” I snapped, my nerves lending force to my words.

“I’d love to.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said with a convincing smile.

She slid off of my lap and stood in front of me, before making a show of slowly dropping to her knees.

“I’ve been dying to suck my ultimate Hindu husband’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“Bet you have, you pig!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, placed her hands on my chest and tongued my nipple. Another shiver went through me and I moaned when her right hand dropped into my lap and squeezed my aching ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund through my shorts.

“Hard?”

“Oh, yes.” She purred, “Nice and hard for your Bahū Bégum, aren’t you my ultimate Hindu husband?”

I looked into her green eyes as she tongued my nipple.

I could feel her soft Musalmān tits against my stomach and moaned,

“Oh, yes. I’m your ultimate Hindu husband, my Musalmān Bahū Bégum!”

“Then let’s see it! Get his pants off and suck that ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, lowered her head, her tongue trailing down my stomach. As she licked and sucked the skin just above my waist band, she deftly unsnapped my shorts and pulled my zipper down.

My body was trembling as she reached around to my sides and pushed my shorts and underwear down.

“Lift up.”

I lifted my hips and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, quickly tugged my pants down past my knees.

My swollen ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund  sprang free and Åbbās exclaimed,

“Fuck, he is hard! A perfect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund for a perfect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”

Even though he should have been my main concern, I was more caught up in Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s reaction to my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her green eyes not only widened, but she ran the tip of her tongue across her lips and whispered,

“Oh, goddamn. Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!”

I looked down and felt a sick thrill go through me at the sight of my fairly sizable Uncut Hindu Lund, hard and dripping inches from my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s face.

“You like that ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” he mocked, “You want to taste your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately?”

“I…” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, started to reach for my Uncut Hindu Lund, and then stopped. “If he tells me to.”

“Wow, have you played this game before?” He clapped his hands again, “You heard her, Durgesh.”

I avoided looking at him and staring down at my Uncut Hindu Lund positioned in front of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I lost all form of control, “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put my Uncut Hindu Lund in your immensely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.”

“Stroke it first.” He told her, “I want to see you play with it.” He looked over at me, “That okay, Durgesh? Wouldn’t it be better if Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd teases you a little?”

My answer turned into a groan when Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund at the base and gave it a squeeze.

I moaned again as a thick stream of pre cum squirted out and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stroked me.

My hips jerked when she reached the sensitive head and rubbed her palm across it, getting a handful of my sticky Hindu fluid.

She worked her now slick hand up and down and at this point I was barely aware of our perverted captor sitting next to me, all I could focus on was the sight of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s slender fingers wrapped around my thick, glistening Hindu shaft.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, brought her other hand up and I whispered as she massaged my balls while stroking me.

Her eyes were fixed on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and were wide and bright.

There was a look on her face just like the Musalmān women in those movies, a look of desire.

“How’s your ultimate Hindu husband’s hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund feel?”

“Amazing,” she said quietly.

“It’s a nice big one isn’t it? Bet it’s harder than your ever incompetent Musalmān husband’s.” He laughed, “How’s that feel Durgesh? You like getting a hand job from Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“I…Oh!” I moaned loudly as sitting up, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, let my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund go, but grabbing her Musalmān tits, wrapped them around it.

“Your slutty Musalmān Bahū Bégum is into this!” Åbbās shook his head, “I didn’t even think of that! Go ahead and tit fuck her.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had already started to bounce causing my hard Uncut Hindu Lund to slide between her soft young Musalmān tits.

I moaned and thrust my hips watching her Musalmān tits get wet from my oozing Uncut Hindu Lund. Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, lowered her head and the next time my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund slid through flicked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue across the head.

“Oh!” I moaned, causing a laugh from beside me.

I thrust my hips hard and parting her lips, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, let the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund slide between them.

I gasped at the sensation of her soft Musalmān lips and strained to push harder, to get it further into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Tell her, Durgesh.”

“Oh, please suck my Uncut Hindu Lund!” I whined, “Please don’t tease me, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”

“Man, the two of you can’t even pretend anymore can you?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, released her Musalmān tits and once again grabbing the base of my Uncut Hindu Lund, slowly teased her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue around the head before opening her mouth and taking me deep into it.

I cried out at the incredible feeling of her warm wet Musalmān mouth as she engulfed my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I gasped at the feeling of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips wrapped around the base of my Hindu shaft, then again at the feeling of her Musalmān tongue sliding out across my Hindu balls.

“Look at that! Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Bahū Bégum’s a hell of a Uncut Hindu Lund sucker!”

I could only moan as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slowly withdrew my Uncut Hindu Lund  from her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue was working back and forth across my Hindu shaft and her soft Musalmān lips were pressed hard to my aching Hindu flesh.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, reached the tip then bobbed her head in a slow steady rhythm.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, my God.” I moaned which caused another laugh from our audience.

“Tell her you like it!” he said, “Tell her to keep doing it!”

I groaned,

“Keep sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, just keep sucking it!”

“Hmm” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned around me.

Her green eyes were fixed on mine and I noticed she was rocking back and forth as she blew me.

Åbbās noticed as well.

“Check that out Durgesh, your Musalmān whore of a Bahū Bégum is getting off on this! I bet she’s soaking fucking wet! Am I right, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slut?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, popped my Uncut Hindu Lund from her mouth and purred, “So, wet! I love sucking my ultimate Hindu husband’s Uncut Hindu Lund!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, placed her Musalmān tongue alongside my Hindu shaft and slowly licked the length of it down to my balls.

Ducking her head she took them in her mouth and I cried out in pleasure as she sucked on them.

“Little pig! Your Bahū Bégum’s a pig, Durgesh, and you love it, right?”

“Yes!” I said, “Oh, damn, oh, that feels good!”

I didn’t care. Nor, if I were being honest, did I really care this was my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sucking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Even the fear of what Åbbās would do next was fading from my mind.

All that mattered now was my smoking hot Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue was working its way up my Hindu shaft and I was yearning for her to take it back into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, reached the top and sticking her tongue into the slit of my Uncut Hindu Lund, pulled it back, taking a trail of my Hindu pre-cum with it.

“I’m supposed to think you’re acting? Damn straight you wanted to blow your ultimate Hindu husband!”

As she had since we started touching, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, didn’t even look over at him.

Instead, she slurped the thin line of my sticky Hindu juice back to its source and opening her Musalmān mouth wide, engulfed just the tip of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

She sucked hard and I cried out at the feeling of a spurt of my pre cum squirting from my cock.

She moaned and bobbed her head along my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I was breathing hard and at this point our intruder was completely forgotten as I watched my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, blow me.

Her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was moaning each time she took me deep into her mouth.

My hips were rocking and I could feel my thighs starting to tremble as I could feel myself starting to get close.

“Put your hand on her head, just like you’ve thought about.”

No longer feeling the slightest urge to consider what he said, I placed both hands on the back of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s head.

She focused her eyes on me and gave me another wink as I wrapped my hands in her long red hair and pushed and pulled, guiding those amazing Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips up and down my Hindu shaft.

“Tell her to suck it faster.”

“I…” I closed my eyes and tried to focus through the pleasure I was receiving from the one female Musalmān mouth in the world I shouldn’t be in. “G…go faster.”

“Better than that!” Åbbās raised his voice for the first time in a while, “Tell her, and treat her like the fucking pig she is!”

Those last words had finished with what sounded like a moan and looking over I was shocked to see him rubbing his cock through his black sweat pants.

I could see from the bulge he was as hard as I was.

My attention was brought back to my cock as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had slowed her sucking down to a tease.

I pumped my hips, but she pulled her head back as I did, not allowing me to push it deeper into her mouth.

I moaned and now desperate to cum, snapped,

“Don’t stop! Suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

“Yes!” Åbbās cried out next to me, “More, like she’s your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slut, because she is!”

“Suck  my Uncut Hindu Lund!” I moaned and shoved her head down harder, “Suck my Uncut Hindu Lund, you dirty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slut!”

Even as the words came out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe I’d said them, but between my legs, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, not only obediently bobbed her head faster, but was moaning even louder as she did.

She was stroking me as well, her hand following her lips and jerking my Uncut Hindu Lund as she blew me.

“Just like that!” I groaned, “Keep sucking me, I want to cum!”

“I love it!” The words came from next to me, “Now fuck her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stopped moving her head and wrapping my hands tighter in her hair, I thrust my hips off the chair, ramming my Uncut Hindu Lund down my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s seemingly very willing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

“You like that slut?” he asked, “Like your ultimate Hindu husband fucking your mouth with that big Hindu dick? You dream about this?”

“Hmm-mm.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned.

She was easily taking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and as I pumped it into her mouth began to move her head, driving me even deeper down her throat.

I gasped for breath as I could feel cum building within my balls and getting ready to race through my cock.

I sensed movement next to me, and turning my head, saw Åbbās had shoved his sweat pants down and now had his large hard cock in his hand.

He was pumping it slowly, his eyes fixed on my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sucking me off.

As caught up in the desire to cum as I was, my eyes sought out the gun and saw the handle sticking out near his hip, where he had moved it.

There was no way, even with him jerking off, I would be able to move that fast.

His cock being out caused his presence to disturb me for the first time since Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had gotten to her knees.

I was struck by the image of him telling Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, to suck him next and..,

I gasped as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, rubbed my balls, and sucked even faster.

I had slowed my hips, but when Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my balls harder and squeezed I pumped them wildly.

I released a long moan at the sensation of my Uncut Hindu Lund getting ready to go off.

“That’s it.” Åbbās cried out, “Durgesh, Cum in that little red headed whore’s, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth! Give her what she wants! Give your twenty eight years old, young, extremely beautiful Bahū Bégum what her impotent Musalmān husband can never give her. Only you can, Hindu Scoundrel. Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, only you can. Oral Sex is strictly prohibited in Islam. Haha! The entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies who love to suck a male organ and enjoy it in their utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass, haven’t another option except to greet your ever infamous among Musalmīn, Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into their utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouths and into their even more beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass. Almost the entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies die to have oral and anal sex. Since their ever moral Musalmān husband can never provide them these forbidden fruits, they are crazy to enjoy your Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. Enjoy all of these young, extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bitches. Hahaha!”

Chapter 27

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 25

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 25

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Waħīd

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, must have heard me walking past her, as she turned around, her eyes wide, and stammered,

“Uh, hey Busherah. Hold on okay?” pulling the phone from her ear, she asked, “I thought you were going out back.”

“I want the flashlight.” I walked into the dining room and pulling open the drawer in the hutch pulled out the flashlight, as I turned it on to make sure it worked, I asked, “Who are you talking to?”

“Busherah from next door,” she placed her hand over the phone, “We were talking about how she’s planning a party for Lalit.”

“Oh.”

I walked past her and heading for the door, heard her call out,

“Hey Durgesh, they’re not coming home tonight and the reason she called was she couldn’t remember if she locked the back door, can you check for her?”

“Yeah, sure,” I answered while going back outside.

I walked across the lawn staying close to the house and feeling like a fool, but wanting to be careful, I ducked my head when I reached the fence so if anyone was on the other side they wouldn’t see me.

I had just reached the corner of the fence when I thought I heard footsteps moving up the driveway of the house next door.

I turned the corner in a crouch and flashed the light up the long driveway, but all I saw was the third floor’s Toyota parked in front of the garage.

Still staying close to the fence, I walked along the length of the drive way until I reached the corner where the fence joined that of the house behind ours.

I looked over the fence at our house and figured this was about where the guy I saw had been standing.

Even with the shade down, I could just make out Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, standing in the middle of the room and I could only imagine the view the creep had gotten when the window was open and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was in my lap.

I shined the light into the backyard and across the pool, and then quickly brought it up as I swore I saw movement along the fence across from me.

I swept the light across the length of the yard, but didn’t see anything.

Maybe I hadn’t seen anyone, after all I couldn’t make out any details, just a shape, could have just been a trick of the shadows from a lit room.

Shutting off the flashlight I walked across the driveway and as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had asked me to do, checked the back door.

It was locked and now walking normally along the fence I crossed the lawn and entered the house.

“You were right,” I said as I walked into the living room, “There was no one…”

I stopped in mid-sentence at the sight of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sitting on the couch.

She had her hands folded in her lap and was looking at me.

Her eyes were wide and she seemed to be looking past me.

“Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?” I took another step towards her, “You okay?”

“Your Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s just fine,” a deep voice said behind me, “In fact, she’s real fine!”

I spun around and dropped the flashlight at the sight of a large man dressed all in black, including, despite the heat, a ski mask, leaning against the wall.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!!” I exclaimed, “Who the hell are you?”

“If I wanted you to know who I was, I wouldn’t be wearing a mask, now would I?” he shrugged, “But seeing we’re going to get to know each other pretty well, just call me, I don’t know, Åbbās will do.”

Even through my shock, I noticed the guy’s voice was weird, abnormally deep and sort of mechanical.

Again, my mind working faster than I would have thought it could, I was reminded of the voice distorter I had bought at the Halloween store a couple of years ago when Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq had dressed as a ghoul.

Durgesh, sit down.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, softly from behind me.

“Yeah, Durgesh,” Åbbās pointed at the recliner, “Go sit down.”

“Damn you.” I snapped, taking a step towards him, “You better get the hell out…”

Durgesh!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, called out, “Listen to him! He…”

She stopped, but I didn’t need her to finish the sentence as Åbbās lifted his sweatshirt to show the handle of a gun protruding from his belt.

I stopped in my tracks and he nodded.

“Good boy, trying to stick up for your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, my, but why don’t you listen to what she says and take a seat?”

I looked over at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, who nodded at me and started to go over to sit next to her on the couch.

“In the chair.”

I hesitated and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, pointed, “Go over there, Durgesh.” She gave me a forced smile, “It’ll be okay, just do what he says.”

“O…okay.”

I walked over and sat down in the recliner and Åbbās laughed,

“You do listen to Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, my, don’t you?” he pointed over at her, “Then again, I would have done anything your  friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, wanted if she looked like that.”

Neither of us said anything and looking over at me, he asked, “You like how your Bahū Bégum looks, Durgesh?”

“I…” I couldn’t answer.

Between the situation itself and this guy asking me what I thought of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I had no doubt he had been staring at us and…

“I asked you a question.” Reaching down he tapped the handle of the gun, “See here’s the deal, we’re going to have some fun tonight, Durgesh. In fact I bet you’re going to have just the kind of fun the two of you have been dying for.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked, “Look, you have my wallet and I told you there’s no more…”

“You speak when spoken to.” Åbbās told her harshly. “Right now I’m talking to your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked as if she were going to continue, but stopped.

“That’s better and don’t worry honey, that pretty little mouth will be busy soon enough.”

I felt a stab of anger through my stomach, “Don’t hurt her.” I told him.

“You are a good boy.” He nodded approvingly, “A real Hindu boy, aren’t you?”

“No, I…”

“Bet you wanna be your Bahū Bégum’s husband.” He laughed nastily, “Take good care of her.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked.

“Oh, please,” Åbbās waved his hand at her, “I’ve been watching the two of you. You’re real close aren’t you?”

“My husband’s going to be home any minute now.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said quickly, “You…”

“Oh, no, your lame old man is gone for the next few days. Like I said I’ve been watching and you’re a real cock tease aren’t you Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“No I’m not.”

“No? What’s with that little bikini and all those little dresses you’ve been wearing lately? And funny how much you like to show off for your old Hindu man! Hell today I thought you were going to blow him by the pool!”

He had been watching us!

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, shook her head, and said,

“I don’t like what you’re trying to say.”

“No? You don’t like hearing the truth? That you want to fuck your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, you little Musalmān whore?”

“Hey watch…” I began, but stopped when he swung around on me.

“And you’d love it if she did, wouldn’t you? Probably jerk off to her don’t you?”

“You’re sick.” I told him, but could feel myself excited.

“Me? I’m not the one who wants to fuck my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” He laughed loudly, “But I’m going to like watching you fuck yours.”

“What?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and I both exclaimed at the same time.

“You heard me; I told you we were going to play a game. I’ve been watching and I want to see you both get what you want, each other.”

“I…I don’t want to…”

“Oh, you do.” Åbbās told me, “And hey, I don’t blame you, she’s fucking hot! Pretty, nice Musalmān body.” He pointed at me, “You want to fuck that oung Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, don’t you?”

Before I could answer he turned to Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,

“Take your robe off.”

“I won’t!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, declared, “You…” she stopped when he tapped the gun.

“Listen to me both of you; you will do what I say.” He pointed at her, “You, you little Musalmān slut are going to fuck your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately,.”

“I won’t do it!” I yelled, “You…”

“Fine,” he said with a shrug, “Then I’ll tie you up and you can watch me fuck her. But I figure the other way we all get what we want.” He turned back to Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, “Now, take off your robe.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, don’t,” I said, shaking my head.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stared at me for a Moment, then standing up, reached down and untied her robe.

I looked over to see Åbbās watching her.

He had pushed himself away from the wall and was now standing behind the chair between the couch and where I was sitting.

He was too far away for me to leave the chair and reach him before he would see me.

The best I could do was hope that he wasn’t really going to hurt us and the only thing he wanted was…My heart skipped a beat when my stunned mind finally acknowledged the thought he wanted to watch my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, have sex with me!

Across from me Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had untied her robe and let it fall to the floor.

I saw what she had on beneath it.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was wearing a black bra the cups of which were lace and even from across the room I could see the shadow of her nipples behind the thin material.

The bra was accompanied by a matching black thong that was little more than string with a patch of lace between her legs.

“You always wear lingerie when you are home with your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately?” Åbbās asked, “You still going to deny it?”

“I like feeling sexy.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said with her head down.

“Oh, you’re sexy alright, isn’t she Durgesh?

He turned to me and when I shrugged, raised his voice, “Answer me!”

At that volume his voice sounded even stranger and I was sure he was using some type of voice box.

That thought disturbed me because it meant it might be someone we knew.

He had said he’d been watching us.

My thoughts were cut off when I saw him take a step towards Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

“Yes, she’s sexy.” I blurted out.

“Good boy.” Åbbās lowered his voice, “See, that’s all I want tonight, some honesty from both of you.”

He pointed at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,

“Turn around, show your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, that fine Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass of yours.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, hesitated long enough for him to sigh and reach for his waistband, then bringing her hands up, placed them in her hair and raised her arms over her head.

As she took her long red hair up with her hands, she turned around slowly, and despite our frightening predicament, my eyes immediately found her extremely beautiful young Musalmān ass.

The thong was little more than a string between the cheeks of her Musalmān ass and I couldn’t help but notice how round and firm looking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass was.

Sensing Åbbās staring at me, I forced my eyes upward and took in the smooth creamy skin of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s back.

Not wanting to look as if I was indeed looking more than I should be I dropped my gaze, but not before catching a quick look at the backs of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s long well shaped Musalmān legs.

“Yeah, your friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, dressed like that when you are alone at night.” He grunted, glancing my way he asked, “Hey Durgesh, you think your Bahū Bégum has nice Musalmān tits?”

As he spoke he came around the chair and sat down in it, putting him between us.

“She…she’s my friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and I…”

“I know who she is, now answer the question.”

“You’re sick, you know that right?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked him as she turned back around to face us.

“You’re wearing Victoria secret and sitting on your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband’s lap and I’m sick?” he laughed, “Okay maybe I am, but I can admit it. Now shut up, so Durgesh can answer.”

Play a long; I told myself, something will happen to get us out of this.

“Uh, yeah she has a nice chest.” I answered.

“Nice chest? What are you twelve? Tell me you think your Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, has nice Musalmān tits.”

“My…Bahū Bégum has nice Musalmān tits.” I said softly, looking away from her as I spoke.

“Ever see them?”

“No.”

“Look over here when you speak.” Åbbās demanded.

When I did as he said he asked,

“Want to see them?”

“No!” I exclaimed.

“Liar, you stare at them all the time.” He wagged his finger at me, “Remember I’ve been watching and whenever she isn’t looking at you, you’re fucking gawking at her. Now I told you the rules are you answer honestly and do what I say. Now tell me you want to see your Bahū Bégum’s Musalmān tits.”

“Just say it, even if it’s not true.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, “Just give him what he wants.”

“Just what I want?” The mask had a thin film over the eyes to protect them from bad weather, but I could sense him rolling them behind it. “But, whatever, that’s some good advice from your slutty Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, over there, you just play along.” He paused, “So, Durgesh, want to see Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Musalmān tits?”

“I…okay I guess.” I muttered as my heart started pounding at the thought I really wouldn’t mind seeing them, but could think of a thousand better scenarios to do so.

“Better than that!” he shouted, “You two aren’t stupid and you know what I want so fucking give it to me! You both want it, so act like you do!” he put his hand on the gun and looking at me said, “Now answer my question like one of the kids in those stupid porns you watch when their Bahū Bégum wants to fuck them.”

I felt my heart skip a beat at the same time my face flushed deep red.

How the hell did this guy know what I watched on my lap top?

I always had my blinds down, had he hacked us somehow?

Worse was the stunned look on Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s face when he said it.

“I’m waiting.”

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath I said, “I really want to see my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Musalmān tits.”

“Ask her, I bet she’ll show them to you.”

“Enough. “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said.

“A minute ago you said play along.” He told her. “Listen to your own advice. Now go ahead Durgesh, ask Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd to show you her pretty Musalmān titties.”

I looked helplessly at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, who after looking into my eyes gave me a slight nod.

“Go ahead, Durgesh, it’s okay.”

Durgesh, what happened to Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?” he laughed.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stared hard at him and again I wondered how close this guy had gotten to us to know this.

Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, while still looking at him, “Your Bahū Bégum will do anything for you, all you have to do is ask.”

“Oh, I like that!” he clapped his hands.

Gesturing to me, he added,

“Now that should make you stop being such a wuss, follow Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s example and let’s go.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” I began my voice trembling, “C…can I see your Musalmān tits?

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s answer was to reach behind her and unhook her bra.

I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples as she slowly slid the straps from her shoulders and after a brief pause, tossed the bra on the floor.

“Oh.” I whispered unable to help it at the sight of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s bare Musalmān breasts.

They were even more amazing than I had envisioned them.

They were large.

They were high and proud.

Her Musalmān breasts were smooth and milky white with the only color being the light pink of her nipples.

I noticed her nipples were hard and barely heard Åbbās whistle,

“Damn, your Bahū Bégum’s got some nice Musalmān tits, doesn’t she?”

“Yes.” I said without thinking as my eyes stayed focused on her nipples.

“Now is that anyway to show your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, your Musalmān tits? Come on, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, show those babies off!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed and cupping her Musalmān tits, lifted them higher. To my surprise she started caressing her nipples with her thumbs and I saw she was breathing heavier as she did.

“That’s it! But I think you’re too far away, go over to your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, and let him get a nice close look at them.”

Still holding her Musalmān tits up, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slowly walked over to me.

I sat there gravely as she stood between my legs.

Her tits were little more than a foot from my face and to my amazement I felt my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund stiffening between my legs.

Again I lowered my eyes, but only to be confronted with the smooth skin of her stomach and worse, the patch of lace between her thighs.

“You like those tits, Durgesh?”

Not trusting my voice, I nodded.

“Tell her you want to squeeze and play with them!”

“I…I can’t!”

My words came out in an angry whisper as even with an armed intruder sitting ten feet away from me, I couldn’t imagine my lips on those nipples.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, you better talk to your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, because I’m getting ready to take over for him and fuck you myself.”

Releasing her Musalmān tits, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put her hands on my shoulders and leaning over, placed her lips at my ear.

Durgesh, listen to me. This guy is mentally sick, but I think if we do what he wants, we’ll be okay.”

“But…” I trailed off at the sight of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s tits now inches from my face.

Durgesh, he’s armed and I don’t want to give him a reason. I…if I have to do something dirty tonight I would rather it be with you, not him.”

“You’re my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.” I whispered and honestly at that point I felt I was trying to convince myself of that fact.

“I know and that’s why he’s sick, this is what he wants and…” she paused when that deep voice called out,

“As much as I like looking at that fine Musalmān ass, you better get Hindu Scoundrel to play along, before I show him how it’s done.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, tensed up, but her voice in my ear was calm.

Durgesh, do you really watch those videos?”

“I…yes, I…I’m sorry Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, but that doesn’t mean I want…”

“Then what we’re going to do is pretend we’re in one, okay?” she caused me to gasp when I felt her tongue graze my ear. “You and I are going to play our own game; we’re going to act like strangers playing a dirty game and do what he wants.”

“I don’t think I can.” I said even as I felt my now hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund straining against my shorts.

“Just think of me as a sexy young Musalmān woman and not your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.” She said, “You can do it, Durgesh, you have to. I’m ready to have your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into my twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot but never that bastard’s. Never!”

“But Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq …” I whispered.

“Will never know, no one will, just our little secret.” This time it was her lips that touched me, placing a soft kiss just below my ear. “Just relax, let me take care of you and we’ll worry about everything else later, okay?”

Let me take care of you.

Those words were spoken in that purr she had been using lately and a soft moan escaped me when her lips again found my flesh, but this time lower on my neck.

“Times up! Either he fucks you or…”

“How about he gives his Bahū Bégum a nice kiss first?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked, looking back at him, “Cut the kid some slack and let me get him relaxed, okay?”

“Kiss?” he paused, “Fine, but take his shirt off first.” He laughed, “That way you can be nipple to nipple.

Reaching down, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my shirt and whispered, “Come on, Durgesh, arms up!”

Trying to do as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had said and pretend, I did the best I could to forget about the stranger in our house and lifted my arms up for her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slipped my shirt over my head and after giving me a wink, started rubbing her hands up and down my chest.

“Oh, my ultimate Hindu husband has been working out hasn’t he? Hmmm” she purred, “Is the rest of you as hard as these muscles?”

Behind her, Åbbās clapped his hands and called out,

“That’s much better! You’re a real sport Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd! Course we all know this is what you wanted anyway!”

Chapter 26

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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


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 24

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 24

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Waħīd

She laughed,

“I love when you are harsh at me, shows you’re still sweet.” The smile left her face and pointing at me, she said, “Take your shirt off and come swimming with me.”

This time it sounded as if she were making it an official demand and she started to tug on my shirt again.

I refused to move my hands and with a frown she grabbed my forearm and started to pull it upwards.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stop!” I snapped at her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, immediately remove