The Audacity: 21

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Chapter 21

Durgesh Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad
Ålī Abī Tālib
Durgesh Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī
Nādirshāh Durrānī

Nādirshāh Durrānī looked at his Ammī, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, contemptuously.
“Have you seen it, Ammī? Have you listened to?”
“Sure,” Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī too looked at her ever stupid, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, equally contemptuously, “What do you think your Hindu father has done, wrong and immoral here? Durgesh is only sleeping in his own bedroom, on his own bed. What’s wrong and immoral in it? Durgesh hadn’t gone to Ålī Abī Tālib or to Ålī Abī Tālib’s immensely sex obsessed wife, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad. Your impotent Musalmān friend himself came here with his wife to use Durgesh to satisfy his wife’s sexual needs. I don’t think even they have done something wrong or immoral.”
Nādirshāh Durrānī gritted through his teeth.
“You entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are too sex obsessed to Durgesh to hear, see and pay any attention ever to his immense immorality. Damn you entire Durgesh’s sex slave beautiful Musalmān houseladies. I was a damnfool to bring you here and show you his ever immoral activities.”
“Tell me, you ever stupid Durgesh hater,” Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī challenged her son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, “How the hell Durgesh is wrong and immoral in what you showed to me. I challenge you.”
Nādirshāh Durrānī was too furious to argue with his Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely moral Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī.
He turned and marched out of the room where they were hiding and watching everything.
Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī sighed helplessly.
Allah, how can she convince Nādirshāh Durrānī that Durgesh was his immensely successful father in almost every field.
Nādirshāh Durrānī must learn from his Hindu father, instead of fighting with him.
Nādirshāh Durrānī would never succeed.

I opened my eyes and saw Ålī Abī Tālib there,
“I am so sorry Ålī Abī Tālib, my son. I tried to control myself, but it was just too much.”
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled confidently to me.

“It’s alright, Dad. Don’t worry. Anybody would have cum given the situation. It may even work to our advantage, that is if you want, in our scheme.”

Ålī Abī Tālib and I looked at each other,
“Are you really sure, Ålī Abī Tālib, my boy, that you want this?” I asked him gravely,

Ålī Abī Tālib smiled and knew I was going to do as he had asked me,
“Do you think I would have brought her in here and watched her wank you if I wasn’t sure?” he answered with a huge grin.

I reached for the tissues,
“No, I suppose not” I smiled gravely with dignity and sophistication, “Well, alright, you can count on me, Ålī Abī Tālib. I will do what I can, but remember in the end it will be Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s choice. I would never allow any husband to impose myself on his however needy wife, without her deliberate express consent. Sex is always divine if it’s consensual adult sex, never otherwise.”

Ålī Abī Tālib was overjoyed.
With luck his wife would be the happy and contented woman she normally is.

He clasped my hand,
“I know Dad, how ever moral, how ever humane, how ever justice oriented you are. Don’t worry ever about me. I am not Nādirshāh Durrānī. I understand you perfectly. Thanks a lot, Dad, you don’t know how happy you have made me. I realise your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, needs to agree, but I think we are halfway there already, talk to you more fully in the morning.”

I drifted into a fitful sleep grateful that tomorrow was Saturday and I did not need to get up early.

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was lightly sobbing in bed when Ålī Abī Tālib joined her.
He wrapped his arms around her and whispered,

“Come on, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, don’t be upset, honey. There was no harm done, Durgesh Pāpājī does not know. It’s our secret and what we do is up to us. After all, we are in our own home.”

He tried to make it light,
“I expect you did him some good instead. He must have been storing that load up for ages.” He said with a chuckle.

She looked up at Ålī Abī Tālib with red rimmed eyes,
“But Ålī Abī Tālib, that’s Durgesh Pāpājī, I have just made my ‘father in law’ ejaculate,” she protested,

“I wanked him off Lillāh. I must be really perverted because I enjoyed it, I loved seeing him cum and feeling his stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund in my hand,” she said feeling her frustration.

She raised her voice a bit.
“Do you hear me, I wanted to do that to him, Allah, God, I am so sick.” She sobbed again.

Ålī Abī Tālib pulled her a little tighter, wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair.

“You are not sick or perverted. If we are honest with each other, you are frustrated by the lack of his stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and its my fault, never yours, not even a bit. So obviously when you see a nice one you are bound to be tempted.” He smiled at her, reassuring her.

“You don’t know how glad I am that it was Dad’s and not some stranger’s in the back of a car somewhere.”

Then his tone rose a bit, trying to be more forceful, he added.
“Now be honest with me. You are a little frustrated, aren’t you? I can tell it by your moods.”

She was silent and had stopped crying.
She wiped her eyes on a tissue.

“It’s not your fault. You could not help getting ill and I will not have you talking like that I love you. I suppose I am a little edgy and moody. I do miss you fucking me its true, but what I did just now was out of order and very wrong.”

“I should not have even held my father’s in law stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, let alone watch him cum. He was asleep and that was taking advantage of him. That was so bad.”

Ålī Abī Tālib smiled at her.
She was still upset, but seemed a little better now.

“I love you as well,” he reassured her, “that’s why I did not stop you getting your little pleasure just now, and it must have been good for you feeling his hard stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund again. I can not imagine how frustrated you must feel being deprived.” He paused and looked at her.
“If his being asleep bothers you so much, shall I go and wake him up and tell him his Daughter in Law wants to give him a hand job?”
Ålī Abī Tālib was laughing as he spoke, but he would have done it if she said yes.
She playfully slapped his chest,
“You will do no such thing mister,” she said joining in his laughter.*

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad woke up.
First, the memories of last night’s behaviour with her Hindu father in law came back to her.
She was still worried about her reactions to my Hindu male body and how excited she became.
It seemed so unreal somehow and she was dreading seeing me this morning.
As it was a Saturday we all tried to eat together.
That was going to be difficult she thought.
I will have to have to face him, but he is not aware of what happened, she thought, so why should I worry?
But she did and despite her best efforts she still had fleeting visions of my stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund popping into her mind.
She climbed out of bed and went for a shower.

Ålī Abī Tālib heard her get up and started to wake himself up.
Ålī Abī Tālib stretched and then relaxed.
He was pleased that he had had the courage to speak to me and explain his problems.
I had reacted with great maturity, understanding the issues and offering advice.
It was good that I was reluctant at first.
It showed that I loved Ålī Abī Tālib.
So many fathers would have just fucked this good-looking woman and not considered the consequences at all.
But I was concerned and tried to offer alternatives.
In fact, Ålī Abī Tālib was not sure at one stage if I would come around to Ålī Abī Tālib’s plans at all.
Damn Pseudo Musalmīn.
They always accuse Durgesh for fucking their beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
Durgesh only helps the needy ones.
Most of the Musalmān houseladies Durgesh has fucked and still fucking were themselves after Durgesh’s infinite Hindu sex prowess and/or Durgesh’s infinite money.
Either those beautiful Musalmān houseladies themselves seduced Durgesh for it, or their own mankind urged them to do it for them.
Money is an ever big temptation to make the most of the mankind even to use their beautiful womankind even.
It makes husbands to use their beautiful wives if they can.
It makes fathers to use their beautiful daughters if they can.
It makes brothers to use their beautiful sisters if they can.
And what not?
Ålī Abī Tālib understands it now very well.
After all, Ålī Abī Tālib hadn’t ever fallen to that extent.
He knows some of the so called ever moral Musalmīn who hate Durgesh ostensibly, yet actually using their own Ammīs, wives, daughters, sisters, cousins etcetera to get Durgesh’s stupendous money, clandestinely.
Ålī Abī Tālib hated such so called Musalmīn immensely.

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad came back from the bathroom.
Ålī Abī Tālib went and kissed her,

“Good morning, sexy,” he greeted her.

She blushed thinking he was referring to last night.
“Morning,” she replied taking her robe from the chair putting it on.

She had always cooked breakfast dressed like that.
Saturday breakfast was always casual, and she then got dressed once everyone had eaten.

“I will go, put the kettle on and start breakfast,” she told Ålī Abī Tālib.

“Ok, I will call Dad.” Ålī Abī Tālib replied.

Ålī Abī Tālib came into my room just as I was waking up.
Ålī Abī Tālib came and sat on my bed,

“Good morning, Dad,”

“Hi, Ålī Abī Tālib, son,” I said returning his greeting. “Are you still of the same mind today or have things changed overnight,” I asked.

Ålī Abī Tālib looked at me,
“I have spent many weeks and hours thinking about my problem and how best to make and keep your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, my ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, happy. I am never going to alter my course now. How about you, Dad? Are you still not happy about it?”

It was an awkward moment for me.
I fidgeted with the bedclothes trying to avoid the question.
I was embarrassed to tell Ålī Abī Tālib that I was still happy to fuck my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law.
It was not something one does every day.
Ålī Abī Tālib was silent and waited for my answer.

“I want to help, Ålī Abī Tālib. I could see by the way she reacted to my penis last night that you were right,” I was still too abnormal to say the word stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund although penis sounded so weak.

“I am sure she has some pent up emotions she needs to release.”

Ålī Abī Tālib smiled at my cautious language.

“You mean she loved your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and you also think that she is frustrated, right?”

I laughed with him as he made a joke of my abnormality.

“Yea Ålī Abī Tālib, I suppose that’s what I meant. I am still happy to help, but I will need some advice on how to get her.”

Ålī Abī Tālib beamed a big smile at me,
“Thank you Dad. You are always a good man. Glad you’re still up for the challenge.”

I was genuinely pleased and it made Ålī Abī Tālib even happier with his decision.
“I will give you all the help I can, but it’s up to you really. You have to tempt her just like you have all week, but more so now that she has touched my stiff unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. You need to spark her curiosity and make her want to feel it again. Ultimately though it is you and your efforts that will have to take her.”

“If I have to succeed it is you she must be attracted to and look up to, it is you she must respect.” Ålī Abī Tālib said.

Ålī Abī Tālib briefed me on events that happened before they came into my room as well as the conversation afterwards.
It seemed that she had shown appreciation of my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund before coming into my room.
I was surprised that she had openly told Ålī Abī Tālib that she liked it so much.
They must have a strong relationship.

“I think I ought to let her see my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund again Ålī Abī Tālib, just as you suggested. If she likes it already it may be her weak link.” I suggested to him.

“Yes, that’s a good idea but try to make a few jokes as well, make her laugh and also flatter her. Tell her how good she looks and be a little risqué as well, suggestive remarks will get her thinking in the right direction.”

“Don’t forget to touch her whenever possible, but nothing inappropriate just at the moment.” Ålī Abī Tālib added. “We should better go down now to breakfast.”

I had a quick shower.
I put on a loose tee shirt, chose a pair of baggy shorts and no underwear.
I would see if I could grab her interest this morning.
I admitted to myself for the first time that now I had looked at her as a woman.
I really had the hots for her now.
She was gorgeous and I wanted her.
Ålī Abī Tālib had pointed me in her direction and now I would find it hard to turn away.

When I arrived in the kitchen they were both already there.
I went up to Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, who was standing at the sink washing dishes.
I winked at Ålī Abī Tālib as I made my way to her.
I held her shoulders gently and softly kissed her neck and ear lobe,

“Morning Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife,” I whispered.

She shuddered as I kissed her and she moved her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān mouth back slightly.
She gathered her senses

“Dad, what are you doing? Stop it, please!” she said with a giggle, but I had spotted her nipples stiffen a little and poke through the material of her dressing gown. “Please go and sit down, Dad. Breakfast is ready.” She told me.

“Well, you are special and I wanted you to know it. So don’t turn your back on me or I may kiss you again,” I said with a wink.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad laughed a little as I sat down.
Ålī Abī Tālib winked at me and gave me the thumbs up sign.
I adjusted my shorts so that one leg looked as if it had ridden up with my movement and then pulled my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund out of that side.
My heart was beating fast as I waited for Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, to notice.
I picked up the sports pages from the paper and tried to make it look as if I was reading and not aware of my show.
I was trying to look over the top of the paper so as she would not see me watching.

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad had turned from the sink as her Hindu father in law went to sit down.
The kiss I gave her was very soft and sensual.
I had never kissed her like that before, and it sent a little shiver down her spine.
Then she stopped in her tracks as she saw me sitting at the table with my Uncut Hindu Lund standing out erect.
It was stiff.
It looked good.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad had trouble tearing her eyes away from it and wondered if she should tell me.
She rejected the idea, as it could embarrass her even more

I saw Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, turn and when she saw my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund hanging from my shorts she stopped in her tracks.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad looked at it, then at Ålī Abī Tālib, at me and finally back to my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund again.
She was a little flustered and not sure how to react.
She was not sure what she was doing for a second.
She put the plates of hot food on the table.

“Come and sit next to me, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife,” I invited her innocently, with sophistication and dignity even,as if I was absolutely unaware of my jutting out Uncut Hindu Lund.
She refused My invitation to sit next to me, politely and sat down at the end of the table.

“You look a little warm, darling, are you ok?” Ålī Abī Tālib asked her.

‘I am not warm. I am having a flush of excitement at seeing your Dad’s Uncut Hindu Lund again,’ she thought, but answered actually,
“Yes, I am fine. It’s just a little warm doing the cooking.”

Ålī Abī Tālib glanced at me quickly and then at Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad,
“Hell! Take off your dressing gown then. That must be warm for you,” Ålī Abī Tālib suggested.

Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was surprised and startled at his suggestion,

“Don’t be silly. I can’t do that. I have next to nothing on underneath.” she mumbled and tried to laugh it off.

“Well, we are all one family. So what the hell does it matter, love?” pointed out Ålī Abī Tālib innocently.

“Go on, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, you would feel so much cooler. It would be good for you. I will take my shorts off if it makes you feel better,” I smiled.

“Nooooooooooooo, Allaaaaaaaaah, nooooooo, ” she almost shouted.
Then realizing her action was abnormal, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad added more quietly, “No need for that, I am fine, honest, thank you both for your concern.”

She was now even warmer than ever at the thought of me seeing her near naked young Musalmān body.

“However, I will loosen it, if that’s ok,” she smiled at us.

As the vision of my Uncut Hindu Lund was in her mind she was now feeling a little more daring.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad loosened the tie belt and let it fall open at the front, not quite exposing her breasts, but enough to give her husband and me a glimpse.
She loved to tease and now her simple act was nicely exciting her.

Ålī Abī Tālib was amazed at the progress Ålī Abī Tālib and I were making.
He felt sure that she would soon give in to me.
It appeared that she was gradually starting to feel more comfortable around me, even with us making these little sexual innuendos, but Ålī Abī Tālib did not want to push her too fast, she might panic and then all this good work would go to waste.

Ålī Abī Tālib could see that Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was getting excited and that she would soon feel her frustration again.
Ålī Abī Tālib so wanted this to work, so wanted her to be happy.
Ålī Abī Tālib did not mind losing that part of their relationship, he was useless anyhow and it was selfish of him to keep her tied to him.
I was the right man to please her, no doubt about that.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad and I would look good together and my Uncut Hindu Lund was a great specimen, Ålī Abī Tālib admitted.

I thought I too should help Ålī Abī Tālib somewhat.
I stood up, went behind her, and started to slide the gown from her shoulders.
She started to protest and stop me.

“Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, ” I said in a firm voice that surprised even Ålī Abī Tālib.

She stopped still.
“Don’t argue,” I ordered her, “If you are warm it makes sense to get more comfortable. Your own husband is suggesting you that.”

My hands went to her sides and she never resisted as I slid the gown off her shoulders and down almost to her waist.
I had a great view of her twenty eight years old,young Musalmān tits even it was from over her shoulder.
However, I had almost proved a point and did not want to rush things.
This was about teasing and tempting I also proved that she was happy to have me speak to her in that tone of voice.
I bent down, kissed her neck very softly.
My fingers were just lightly stroking her almost bare shoulders.

She sighed deeply.
I saw her nipples stiffen again this time more clearly, through the translucent nightdress she was wearing.
They were pushing sexily against the light material.
She made a barley perceptible movement of the head, which allowed me a little more room to kiss her.
However much I was enjoying it, it was time to stop.
I had teased her enough and I hoped it tempted her a little more.

I went and sat down again, and as I ate I allowed my eyes to wander unashamedly over her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
I did not care now even that she saw me looking at her in that way.

“Thank you for a lovely breakfast,” I whispered, “it was one of the nicest I have ever had, but the dessert was the best,” I added referring to her breasts and hoped that she realised that.
I then left and went to my room to change.

Chapter 22
1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam

The Audacity: 16

The Audacity


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Chapter 16

Durgesh Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī
Durgesh Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī
Nādirshāh Durrānī
Imām Aħmadshāh Durrānī
Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Saåīd

The next day Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī started her new job and found herself in My office handling my huge Uncut Hindu Cock by five past nine in the morning.
With Nādirshāh Durrānī not around there was no restraint in the sound proofed office as I pounded my Uncut Hindu Cock into her all morning.
I had especially enjoyed driving my Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat under the desk whilst I called Nādirshāh Durrānī into a five minute meeting in the same room.

By lunchtime, and with me seemingly on the verge of another huge explosion deep inside of her, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī picked up the phone to call her boyfriend.
As Nādirshāh Durrānī answered, I increased my intensity, grabbed Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s fantastic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass and drove my 12 inch monster into her again and again.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s name had come up on Nādirshāh Durrānī’s phone and he was keen to know how her first day had gone:

“Hi Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī , how are things going? I met Dad this morning and he said he had put you on a big big job but I thought you were up to it.”

There was a few seconds silence followed by a very strange reply:

“Allaaaaaaaah!Oh God, yes, fuck! Oh yes!!”

Nādirshāh Durrānī, despite his trusting nature, thought that it sounded like Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was having sex, although he had to admit she never sounded like that with him.

“What’s happening, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī?” he asked nervously.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī turned and smiled at her lover and for an awful moment I thought Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was going to be my undoing by telling my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, about me.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī said into the phone:

“You know we discussed your tiny cut Musalmān nūnī last night and why it wasn’t really big enough for me, well I have a 12 inch Uncut Hindu Cock inside me and I can’t get enough of it. It is about to cum into me again. Listen, Wimp.”

She passed the phone to me.
I proceeded to grunt into the phone for a minute and a half as I unloaded shot after shot of my thick Hindu cum into Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī and she could be heard groaning and swearing in pleasure by Nādirshāh Durrānī.

I passed the phone back to Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī .
“I’m dumping you for a Hindu stud with an Uncut Hindu Cock 6 times longer than yours. Sorry to be blunt,” she said into the phone. “I’m sorry because you are nice person but you are a pathetic man where it counts.”

“But Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī , size doesn’t matter that much. We get on so well together and I cared about you,” said Nādirshāh Durrānī.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī replied:

“Only guys with shrimpy dicks think that. My pretty eyes and tanned firm legs seem to matter to guys so why should it surprise you that this huge thick incredible Uncut Hindu Cock in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot should matter to me.”

“Why have you done this to me?” Nādirshāh Durrānī asked fighting back the tears.

“Wait a moment,” said Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī , “Mmmm.” This was all Nādirshāh Durrānī could hear for a couple of minutes whilst I forced my huge Uncut Hindu Cock down Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s throat.
I blew yet another load into her mouth before Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī spoke again.

“I’m swallowing his Hindu cum, Nādirshāh Durrānī. It is utmost tasty and incomparably pleasant to me. I have to go though, because your father wants to take me on a business trip this afternoon so I better get cleaned up. See you around.”

With that she hung up.
I was annoyed that I had been mentioned at the end of the call but was certain my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, would not put 2 and 2 together.
He wasn’t that much prudent.
Otherwise he could have understood the fact that no father wants ever to humiliate his son.*

Nādirshāh Durrānī didn’t know what to think.
The mention of me had made him think.
He remembered being astonished by the size of my Uncut Hindu Cock when we had showered after playing squash and wondered why my was so different.
What really concerned him was that this had happened before.
He had a few short but good relationships but they had all ended shortly after his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends had been introduced to his parents – well Durgesh, his real Hindu father to be honest. Was there a link?

He phoned his long term best friend Al Nādirah Al Waħīd to tell her what had happened.

Al Nādirah Al Waħīd told Nādirshāh Durrānī that if it was I, it would be the ultimate nonsense to do that to my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī.
She had never met me but she suspected Nādirshāh Durrānī was right about who it was who had fucked his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend so well whilst Nādirshāh Durrānī was on the phone.
She suspected Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was exaggerating about the size of her lover’s Uncut Hindu Cock but she knew it would be bigger than Nādirshāh Durrānī’s as she had once stayed with Nādirshāh Durrānī and had overseen Nādirshāh Durrānī wanking over her with his tiny cut Musalmān nūnī and dribbling a few drops of cum.

She always knew how hot she was with her long dark wavy hair, full red lips, huge double D tits on her tiny tanned waste and her firm butt and tanned legs were to die for.

She was only 5 foot 6 but she was the best looking 24 year old babe in town with a body built for sex and she knew it.
She thought it might be time to meet her friend’s father and see whether I was bigger than the studs she had known.

Al Nādirah Al Waħīd comforted Nādirshāh Durrānī with kind words but secretly thought to herself that this girl Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī who she had met once can’t compete with these as she squeezed her huge firm tits Musalmān together.
And the best way to that huge Uncut Hindu Cock seems to be through her best friend Nādirshāh Durrānī.
I introduced Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī to an international female rugby player that I knew who was only too happy to go out with Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.
I continued to fuck Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī on a daily basis and to take her on trips but I was pleased to hear that Nādirshāh Durrānī had met her new guy and had assumed this was the guy who fucked her on the phone.

Nādirshāh Durrānī called Al Nādirah Al Waħīd to tell her how stupid he had been to doubt his Sixty four years old yet immensely hyper sexual, Hindu father, Durgesh, and that the new man in Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s life was a sportsman.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd sounded pleased for Nādirshāh Durrānī that he trusted his Sixty four years old yet immensely hyper sexual, Hindu father, Durgesh, again and arranged to meet me that evening.

Al Nādirah Al Waħīd turned up wearing a tight jumper which strained its way over her firm Musalmān tits and jeans that clung to her amazing bubble shaped Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Nādirshāh Durrānī was spellbound by her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body and had to go to the bathroom to cum so that he did not have an accident in his trousers whilst talking to her.

Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was only too well aware of the effect she was having on her friend.
She turned the conversation to Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī and why Nādirshāh Durrānī had thought it may have been his Sixty four years old yet immensely hyper sexual, Hindu father, Durgesh, cheating on Nādirshāh Durrānī, a thought Nādirshāh Durrānī now had reassured himself was nonsense.

Nādirshāh Durrānī was annoyed that Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was so persistent about this topic as it was humiliating for him to discuss what Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had said about his cut Musalmān nūnī size.
He admitted to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd that he had been puzzled why I had a much larger penis than Nādirshāh Durrānī and then told her a story about his first girlfriend Al Fātimah Al Saåīd.

Nādirshāh Durrānī had been going out with her when they were both 19.
Nādirshāh Durrānī was excited because she was so fit and Nādirshāh Durrānī had waited so long to lose his virginity.
She was nearly as good looking as Al Nādirah Al Waħīd.
She had firm Musalmān tits that were nearly as big as Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s and long legs.
Nādirshāh Durrānī hadn’t yet had sex with her when they went on a family holiday with his parents.

The first night Al Fātimah Al Saåīd had pulled down Nādirshāh Durrānī’s boxer shorts she had laughed in his face and that moment still hurt Nādirshāh Durrānī now.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd heard this part of the story and could see that Nādirshāh Durrānī was upset and gave Nādirshāh Durrānī a long cuddle pressing her Musalmān tits into his chest and her long hair into his face.
She said innocently:

“How big is yours, show me and I bet I don’t laugh. Size really doesn’t matter if you love each other.”

She thought to herself she had never had a stud with a Uncut Hindu Cock smaller than 8 inches so this should be interesting.

He pulled out his throbbing 2 inch cut Musalmān nūnī.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd smiled at Nādirshāh Durrānī and said:

“Is that for me, I’m flattered.”

She pushed her huge Musalmān tits together with her elbows and bent forward to take a closer look. Nādirshāh Durrānī couldn’t believe how amazing her Musalmān tits locked inside the jumper and with one pull on his tiny cut Musalmān nūnī he came, not a torrent like his Sixty four years old yet immensely hyper sexual, Hindu father, Durgesh, but a mere dribble.

Al Nādirah Al Waħīd smiled at Nādirshāh Durrānī:

“I never knew you felt this way, maybe we should consider going out together but first I want to hear about Al Fātimah Al Saåīd. I hope you dumped her for laughing at you.”

Nādirshāh Durrānī was delighted, his dream Musalmān woman was offering to go out with Nādirshāh Durrānī.
Nādirshāh Durrānī told Al Nādirah Al Waħīd how he had not seen Al Fātimah Al Saåīd for much of the week’s holiday.
What Nādirshāh Durrānī did not know was that after that first night Al Fātimah Al Saåīd has given up on her boyfriend and had been in a terrible mood the next morning.
Nādirshāh Durrānī and his Ammī, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, had gone for a swim and so it was just Al Fātimah Al Saåīd and I at the apartment.

“How are things with Nādirshāh Durrānī?” I asked.

“I always thought he was really great but lacked confidence, now I know why. His cut Musalmān nūnī is tiny, it is a mere stub. Sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it, he probably inherited it from you.” she said smiling arrogantly.

I replied:

“I think you will find that he inherited that characteristic from my wife’s family, the men all have tiny dicks and it is a dominant gene I’m afraid. Look Al Fātimah Al Saåīd, I can prove it.”

I pulled out my huge Uncut Hindu Cock and waved it at her as it swung obscenely and grew harder and longer.

“How big is it?” she asked quietly. “I have never seen anything like it. Nādirshāh Durrānī certainly didn’t inherit that.”

“Bigger than Nādirshāh Durrānī’s then? He doesn’t have 12 inches to offer you.”

Al Fātimah Al Saåīd had never seen one half this big.

“I thought this week was going to be a waste of time but now … can I touch it, it is throbbing, Allaaaaaaaaaah! God, it’s huge!!”

“Funny, I never thought this week was going to be anything other than fantastic. My son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, finally gets a girlfriend who has endless legs and huge Musalmān tits and unfortunately he inherited a useless dick from my wife’s family. You’re going to enjoy being fucked by this,” I said as I walked up to her, mauled her Musalmān tits and pressed my Hindu monster through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān lips.”

Nādirshāh Durrānī knew nothing of any of this.

She had only managed to take 8 inches but after 20 minutes she was still slobbering over it and trying to eat my huge balls.
“This is how much I cum and you better get used to it this week,” I said.*

I pushed my Hindu monster into her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.
The look of desire and expectancy on her face transformed to one of shock within seconds.
I had picked up the phone and dialed my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s number and waited for me to answer.
It was not to humiliate him.
I wasn’t such an irresponsible shameless immensely selfish father as the ‘fathers’ were made by Pseudo Islam.
I was a responsible father always to my entire children whether they loved and respected me, or not.
Of course, I never allowed anyone to dishonor and/or humiliate me, including my own children too, as well.
But it never meant I stopped to educate them.
I was a father.
I was the Sun of my Solar System, my family:

‘Satyénottabhitā bhūmih sūryéñottabhitā dyauh,
R’ténādityāstishŧhanti divi somo adhi shritah.

‘1By truth, the Earth is balanced2. By Sun, the celestial system is balanced optimum3. By Eternal Truth Ādiyās stand4. In the celestial system, Som is set rightfully5.’
̶ Ved: Atharv Ved: 14|1|1
I wanted to make him realize his drastic mistakes and the consequences he had to face, constantly, due to them.
It was the only way to make him realize what he had to lose constantly, if he doesn’t improve himself while he was capable.
Once he was incapable physically, he could never get what he was losing continuously nonstop.

I was fucking her mouth when Nādirshāh Durrānī said:
“Hi Dad, what are you and Al Fātimah Al Saåīd doing? Ammī and I will be back in 5 minutes. I need a chat with Al Fātimah Al Saåīd.”

“Don’t worry son, Al Fātimah Al Saåīd is about to have a drink and a shower, she is feeling much better about the holiday now. She is just having a drink now or I would get her to come to the phone.”

Whilst Nādirshāh Durrānī replied his Sixty four years old yet immensely hyper sexual, immensely capable, Hindu father, Durgesh, put the phone down, pointed my Uncut Hindu Cock at my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s girlfriend’s mouth and erupted.
For ten seconds, whilst I could vaguely hear my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, droning on about enjoying swimming I filled Al Fātimah Al Saåīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth with my Hindu cum firing huge quantities.
I reached for the phone and interrupted Nādirshāh Durrānī:
“Is your Ammī, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, there, I need a quick word.”
I pressed my Uncut Hindu Cock back down Al Fātimah Al Saåīd’s throat and started cumming uncontrollably.
I told my Live in relationship partner that I planned to go on a cycle ride today with Nādirshāh Durrānī and Al Fātimah Al Saåīd who was a keen cyclist whilst my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, could relax in the department.
My Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, didn’t suspect a thing.
As I ended the call I pushed my Uncut Hindu Cock back inside her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth and released what Al Fātimah Al Saåīd thought would be the final dregs of my amazing ejaculate but it was 30 seconds until she felt the constant Hindu stream slowing down her Musalmān throat.

“This afternoon I am going to fuck you so that you can’t walk for a week, Al Fātimah Al Saåīd. You better have a shower now.”

Chapter 17
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: 2- Of my Musalmān Enemies-1

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

2: Of my Musalmān Enemies

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat


Previous  Chapters

Chapter 1

Durgesh Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī
Durgesh Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ

The beach was one of my most favorite places to be. Not just for the Musalmān babes but for feeling of the sun warming my skin while the cool breeze coming off the ocean to cool me off.
Today I was just relaxing by myself and taking in the rays.
I think I half drifted off a few times but I was just aware enough to realize that some clouds had moved in blocking the sun.
I also noticed the temperature dropping a few degrees.
Anyone from some place with a beach knows that means it’s about to start raining.
I opened my eyes and saw that others had noticed it as well and were packing up to leave.
Seemed everyone was getting ready to leave so I guessed it was going to storm.
One look at the sky told me I was right.
It didn’t look too bad but definitely not beach weather.

I started packing up my things too when I noticed someone out in the water.
Whoever it was, they were having a hard time trying to get back to the shore.
Apparently they were out on the sandbar when the weather turned bad.
I knew there was no way they were going to make it because of the undercurrent.
I could swim pretty well but even I could not make that.
I watched for a few moments to see if whoever it was made any headway.
Right then I figured out it was a female.
She turned on her back and was floating.
Not a good sign.
It meant she was probably worn out from swimming against the current and was about to be carried out either side of the sandbar and out to the ocean because of the undercurrent.
I took off into the water knowing I would have to take her back to the sandbar and wait till the tide changed before coming back in.
I hoped it wouldn’t start storming and lightning but I knew the sandbar was the safest place with all things considered.

The water was starting to get choppy and that made it a strenuous swim to get out to her.
Luckily whoever she was she was at least smart enough to float to her back when she got worn out.
As I started getting closer she began to look a little familiar.
Oh Eīshān! It was Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī.
She hated my guts.
Her brother, Nādirshāh Durrānī, always lost to me his every Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife.
I fucked every one of them.
Nādirshāh Durrānī divorced them as soon as he learned it.

Nonetheless, hating someone is one thing, being in the ocean and about to be swept out to sea was entirely another.
I swam up along side of her and I saw that she was breathing very heavily and was shaking.
I guess she heard me because she kind of lowered more of her body into the water just as I reached her.
She really looked like she was having a hard time staying afloat.

Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī, are you ok?” I asked.

“Go away Durgesh, I am just fine! You always help us Musalmān damsels in distress so that you can fuck our Īmān. I don’t want to lose my Īmān to your damn legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund. Let me alone, please. You have already fucked my every Bhābhījān making hell my brother’s life. I hate you.” she scorned.

“Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī, you are about to be swept out to the ocean, we need to go to the sandbar and wait till the tide starts coming back in.” I said.

She didn’t say or do anything.
She just floated there breathing.
I guess somehow she knew I was right but didn’t want to relent or ask for my help.
I didn’t know how she would take to me pulling her back to the sandbar.
Nevertheless, I moved behind her, put my arm around her and started making my way to the sandbar.
As I suspected, Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī started fighting me and kicking her feet wildly.
She was yelling something that I couldn’t make out with the water flooding over my ears but it didn’t matter.
I had encountered Musalmān Beauties like her before.
Now all of them were fucking me themselves without even a single exception.
My honest love for them had always won.
I approached from behind so that the wild kicks and flailing arms don’t accidentally get me.
Her kicks actually helped me tread water but her hands and nails digging at my arm didn’t feel too good.
It was a fairly tiring swim though because the water was pretty choppy and the undercurrent was pulling us toward either side of the sandbar.
I managed to get us to the sand bar though.
As soon as her feet touched sand Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī really started pulling away.
Since the water wasn’t in my ears anymore I could finally hear what she was screaming.

“I don’t have any bottoms on!” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī screamed.

“I’m sorry, but I had to get you out of the undercurrent. Don’t you understand that you were about to be swept out to sea? I exclaimed.

She didn’t say anything.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī just sat there with her legs under her butt in the edge of the water trying to hide her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face.
I guess she was embarrassed.
Eīshān, she’s gonna start crying.
Great, now what do I do.
The last thing I needed her to do is get irrational right now and try to swim it again.

I moved to the edge of the water a few feet away from her and said,
“Here, you can have my trunks”. I shucked them off and extended them to her while turning the other way.
I had made sure I was in the water enough that I wouldn’t be flashing her.
I heard her move and finally take them from me.
A few moments later I asked if she had them on and Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī replied a pouting “Yes”.
I turned and looked briefly.
They were ridiculously loose on her.
Yet they did the job.
I didn’t push myself though and looked away.

We sat there quietly not saying a word.
I could feel the tension in the air though.
I didn’t know how much of it was her seething that I was the one that saved her from what she had to know was in a dire situation or the embarrassment of not having any bottoms on.
‘Wait a minute. Why didn’t she have any bottoms on?’ I thought to myself. Oh well, I am not going to ask.

Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī was tall.
Six foot tall.
That was the most remarkable thing about her.
I am not short myself and am in pretty good shape but still, 6′ is tall for a chic.
Sure she was a blonde and had a very good figure but what I had always remembered about her was that she was tall.
I guess that was because she lacked depth in personality.
She was nice and all but she tended to be on the fickle side.
I had already fucked a lot of her friends too, as well as her Bhābhījāns.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī hated me for it more.
“Actually she is jealous of all of us.” One of her Bhābhījāns told me once when I was fucking her.
We both were enjoying it very much.
“You mean Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī also wants me to fuck her?” I smiled.
“Isn’t she extremely beautiful?” Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ, her Bhābhījān, smiled at me cunningly.*

I winked at her fucking her.
“You are right.”
Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ, her Bhābhījān, wrapped her legs around my waist.
My Uncut Hindu Penis entered into her ravenous Musalmān Cunt deeper.
I kissed Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ.
She contracted her vaginal muscles around my Uncut Hindu Shaft.
“Nādirshāh Durrānī never reached this deep. Thank you.”
I fucked her more vigorously.
Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ, I love you. You never need to flatter me to have my Uncut Hindu Penis into your ever enticing Musalmān Cunt.”
Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ looked at me cunningly.
“All of us Musalmān Beauties have Musalmān Cunts to entice your Uncut Hindu Lund to penetrate us. What’s special in my Musalmān Cunt?”
“Nothing that I know of until now. Yet, my sixty four years age experiences with you Musalmān Beauties have taught me, every cunt has its own individuality. Its own specialty consequentially.”
“Thank you. I’m flattered.”
“I’m not flattering you, idiot. I mean it.”
“Why the hell you don’t believe me?”
Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ had her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes suddenly filled with tears.
“We Musalmān Beauties are always deceived, Durgesh.”
I kissed her eyes.
“Never cry when you have me inside you. It means I’m not fucking you optimum.”
“Nonsense,” Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ laughed with tearful eyes, “you are the first who is fucking me as I myself want to be fucked.”
“Thank you.”
“You are most welcome, my Hindu love.”
Nādirshāh Durrānī is smaller?”
“Ask his other Musalmān wives when you fuck them.”
Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ, most of you Musalmān wives claim your Musalmān husbands are not competent. But in so many cases I’ve found they were only flattering me. Nafīsah Salmān claimed Imām Muħammad Ħasan was impotent. Now I know Imām Muħammad Ħasan is not impotent.”
Now? Why? Didn’t you see his now utmost successful daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan? How did Nafīsah Salmān have Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan if Imām Muħammad Ħasan was impotent? Didn’t you argue with Nafīsah Salmān?”*

I smiled ingeniously.
“Why should have I?”
“What do you mean?”
“Nafīsah Salmān was one of the most extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties I’d enjoyed until then. I was fucking her to my heart’s content and she was flattering me still then. Why should have I antagonized her? I never do it. I’m not foolish enough to antagonize my women when I fuck them.”
Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ laughed melodically.
I felt as if I was hearing azān instead.
My Uncut Hindu Penis strengthened more inside her tight Musalmān Cunt.
Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ kissed me gratefully immensely indebted.
“Did any Musalmān Beauty tell you ever, you have one more unique sexual prowess other men haven’t?”
“What?” I smiled astutely.
“The more you fuck us, the more your communal lust to fuck us Musalmān Beauties increases tending to infinity as if. The other men are being satisfied, lose it instead.”
“I haven’t any communal lust.”
Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ laughed.
“Then what the hell we Musalmān Beauties enjoy more inside us with you than with our own Musalmān husbands?”
“You think it’s my communal Hindu lust for you Musalmān Beauties?”
“If not, what the hell is it?” Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ laughed good naturedly, “You haven’t to be ashamed of it. We don’t feel insulted, rather we feel proud of it that your own Beauties can’t satisfy you optimum, yet we Musalmān Beauties do.”
I smiled.
“Even you Musalmān Beauties can’t satisfy me optimum, Åāyeshah Aslam Sheikħ. I’m an incurable hyper sexual. You yourself admit the more I fuck you, the more my ‘communal lust’(?) to fuck you Musalmān Beauties is increased. Don’t you admit yourself it?”
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes widened.*

Why did Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī hate me?
Not only because I fucked all of the Musalmān Beauties her brother Nādirshāh Durrānī married.
There was one reason more.
Her sister, who was 2 years older than her at 21 used to work at the same beach hut that ran the life guard station that I worked at.
I caught her stealing some of the bathing suits that the hut sold and turned her in for it and Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī got plenty pissed off at me for it.
What she didn’t know was that I was the reason she didn’t get arrested over the issue.
I literally bargained with the authorities not to.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī never gave me the chance to tell her that and quite frankly I didn’t really care to.
I did the right thing and shouldn’t have to explain myself for doing so.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī’s problem was that she didn’t see her sister for what she was.
She was not only a thief, she helped her brother, Nādirshāh Durrānī, in smuggling too, even in kidnapping, smuggling, blackmailing and selling Musalmān Beauties to capable and powerful Hindus especially.
They used to purchase them in their auctions, paying even the highest price the others offered ever.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī’s sister was a pothead.
She probably stole the stuff to sell for drugs.
I knew it was only a matter of time before she did something stupid.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī refused to see that.
“They came off when I was trying to swim back to the shore.” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī said, interrupting my thoughts.
“What?” I asked.
“My bathing suit bottoms. They came off when I was trying to swim back to the shore.” She explained.
“Oh.” I smiled reassuringly, not wanting to seem as if I was using this to engage in a conversation with her.
I guess Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī just didn’t want me to think she was nude bathing out here.
Was she a nudist?
Well, what if she is?
Who the hell am I to decide for her what she should do and what not?
My own Practical Chief Wife now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was herself an incurable nudist, feminist and exhibitionist.
Wasn’t she?
She was so proud of her magnanimous, excellent, exquisite, Saåūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān female body that she loved to fuck me in public, on stage even.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was never ashamed of it.
The more one criticized her for it, the more nudist, Feminist and exhibitionist Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had become.
How the hell could I criticize Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī for the same?

I did notice though that Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī had not thanked me for my trunks.
Oh well.

“Why did you bring me back to the sandbar instead of the shore?” she asked.

“We wouldn’t have made it to the shore. With the tide going out the undercurrent was trying to pull us out to sea. With the water being choppy it made it even harder to swim. Our best bet was to come back to the sandbar and wait till the tide starts going back in.” I responded.

“Is it going to storm?” She asked with a hint of fear in her voice.

“It looks like it is going to rain but I don’t think it will be bad.” I answered.

It then occurred to me that I had not driven here and was going to have to call someone to take me home.
How the hell was I going to face someone with no trunks?
Should I call Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
Well, why not?

“Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī, did you drive here?” I asked.

“No, I took the bus, why?” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī said.

“Umm, I took the bus too and I have no trunks now.” I said with kind of a defeated look on my face.

“Oh, umm, well, hmmm.” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī stammered.

We both sat there quietly thinking to ourselves.
Of all the people each of us to get stuck in a situation like this with it had to be her and I.
I didn’t particularly care for her and she certainly hated my guts.
It was Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī that spoke first.
Durgesh, I don’t really like this situation. I don’t like wearing your trunks but I don’t have much choice in the matter. I know you don’t really like me wearing your trunks but I appreciate your being a gentleman about it and giving them to me. I have a wrap on the beach and once we get there I can give your trunks back to you, but I am scared to go on the public bus with just a wrap on for bottoms. You know how those perverts get on the busses, it gets crowded and they get touchy feely. This is hard for me to ask but can you please forget our differences for a bit and see me home?” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī said eloquently.
I was in shock.

But it was a pleasant shock, nevertheless.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī was always smart in school but she never had any worldliness about her.
She never had depth of emotion and quite frankly I figured her for the type to just leave when we got to the shore with my trunks.
“Umm, yeah, sure.” I smiled.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī then asked,
“How much longer till the tide starts coming in?”
“About an hour and a half.” I smiled again.
“Well, I am going to relax till then.” Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī said.
With that she leaned back while still keeping her legs bent.
I guess Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī resigned herself to have to be civil with me at least until this was over.
I was still taken back by how prolifically Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī spoke earlier.
She completely conveyed what she was thinking and how she felt.
Hell, she even showed empathy for my feelings.
I sat there thinking and looking around just trying to pass the time till the tide started coming back in.
I noticed something out of the corner of my eyes.
I looked over at her and Eīshān! I could see clear up my trunks to her extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
The trunks were really loose on her and they weren’t very long anyway.
I couldn’t believe it.
I tried looking away and ignoring it but it was like one of those stains one finds on someone’s shirt.
You know, when you are standing there talking to someone and they have a stain on their shirt and you can’t help but look at it.
I didn’t want to sit there and stare at it because if I did and got a hard-on she would definitely notice it as Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī had my trunks.
I had to do something.
I didn’t want to show her I wanted to fuck her now.
Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī could tease me and torture me sexually.
I never wanted her to win over me.
Why should I?
I decided to just roam around in the water a little bit.
The cool water should help me keep my member under control.
I did see enough though to know that Nādirah Nādirshāh Durrānī had shaved her mound completely.*

Chapter 2
1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam

The Audacity 5

The Audacity 


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Chapter 5

Imprudent Arrogant
Nādirshāh Durrānī
A Constant Deliberate Loser

Even At 62 years of my age, I was successful in keeping myself in a great shape.

Stavans and Trishapt however, nothing else.

I had always had my choice of my extremely beautiful Musalmān women even.

That’s why most of them were so brilliant, so smart, so devoted to Islam, yet so devoted to me as well.

Of course, I fucked all of them.

And that was why they came to me too.

But I never fucked their Īmān.

And they were grateful to me for it to the extent that even fucking me invariably; they never fucked my Hindutv as well.

I had been married for 36 years now.

But my sex life was even older.

I had made a lot of money, even to the extent that I was a zillionaire now, even a multi zillionaire, as some critics called me.

I was still very young physically.

My teenager Musalmān Beauties claimed that I was 32 only, not 62 at all.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had gone to the extent even to prove it so, successfully.

But she did it using all the astute and scrupulous means, however.

So many of my successes were mainly by pumping some crucial informations out of some very pretty Wahābī Musalmān wives of some supposed Musalmān friends and business colleagues.

The dodgy business deals resulted in my being a multi millionaire first, whilst my so-called friends were left with nothing, due to their un-education /under education.

Most of the Musalmīn were still suffering from it.

They deliberately avoided ultra modern scientific education declaring it against Islam.

Actually, it was not against Islam.

It was against Pseudo Islam.

But in the post Yazīd malåūn era, Pseudo Islam itself had been preached by then Pseudo Musalmīn as the true Islam.

Millions converted into billions, billions into trillions and so on.

Now I had zillions.

I made sure the Pseudo Musalmīn’s Musalmān wives did ok when they divorced the foolish Pseudo Musalmīn, but they were more interested in the continued sex they had with me.

I was soon the owner of numerous businesses and I had various extremely beautiful Musalmān female employees who lusted after me.

Sex and money, I could provide them both, more than anybody else could.

I was extremely strong even now physically, financially and intellectually, with dark hair and a tanned physique.

I knew I was too good for my PhD Saůūdī Årab   Wahābī Musalmān wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, but there was one reason above all others why I knew I could attract young, gorgeous Musalmān women who were often in long term relationships.

My women circulated rumors about my Uncut Hindu Cock, knowingly and unknowingly, both.

Some of them were true, but some of them were purely their own fantasy.

I had a 6-inch Uncut Hindu Cock when soft that grew to a fearsome 10 inches when fully erect outside.

Some of them claimed it grew two inches more inside them.

I don’t know whether it was a truth or their own fantastic imagination only.

I never tried to find it out even.

Why should I have?

I had married into a royal family and even on the morning of my wedding, I had found my Ammī in law’s mouth around my Uncut Hindu Cock 20 minutes before I entered the court.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD didn’t know it, but almost all of her Ammīs were already sleeping with me even before our marriage.

I noticed that it was when, her ‘my Uncut Hindu Cock sucking’ Ammījān, started comparing my Uncut Hindu Cock with her Musalmān husband’s tiny two incher cut Musalmān nūnī.

I finally blasted my endless Hindu cum all into her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

My wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, bore me five sons in our married life.

Despite my so many efforts, some of my Musalmān Live in relationship Partners had succeeded in making my so many sons from them, Pseudo Musalmīn.

They were themselves following Pseudo Islam.

Most of their relations too were doing the same.

I wanted all of my sons, whether Hindus or not, to take over and inherit the family businesses.

Alas, their Ammīs, Māmūs and Nānās were obstacles in the way.

My so many Pseudo Musalmīn sons hated me that I was a Hindu and still enjoying their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Ammīs and countless extraordinary Musalmān Beauties.

Nādirshāh Durrānī was also one of them.

I had named him Varchésh, but the name was used only by his Ammīs and me now.

For all the practical purposes, he was Nādirshāh Durrānī now.

He was ashamed of himself that I was his father.

He opposed me openly invariably.

Durrānī was his maternal surname he adopted deliberately.

His Ammī’s surname I mean.

Her name was Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī.

Her Abbū, Imām Aħmadshāh Durrānī named my son Varchésh, Nādirshāh Durrānī.

A modern Rāvañ?

I prayed Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā not to let me see any such result.

But, the fact was, Nādirshāh Durrānī, led Pakistan now in so many movements against India and Hindus.

He hated India and Hindus more, than he hated even me.

Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī was very ashamed of herself that she could not make Nādirshāh Durrānī Varchésh again.

It was only when the two of us were in the showers, after I had easily defeated my 19 year old son at squash, that I noticed that my son had clearly inherited the dominant genes of my wife’s family which had resulted in my son having a mere stub of a dick.

I tried not to chuckle at all the things my son would miss out on that I had enjoyed.

He could have cured it by being ardent in Stavans and Trishapt.

But he chose to practice Pseudo Islam instead of Hindutv.

He had deliberately chosen thus a life of loser, unknowingly and unscrupulously as well.

It was when my son mentioned, as we left the shower, that he finally had a girlfriend that I couldn’t help but think “poor girl”, she would prefer this – as I dried my huge Uncut Hindu Prick.

Two weeks later, she enjoyed her first sample of Nādirshāh Durrānī’s Hindu father’s supreme offering.

Sadly, for Nādirshāh Durrānī, that was quickly the end of their relationship.

Saåīdah Abu Ħasan preferred me on my Musalmān son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, formerly Varchésh.

She enjoyed me more inside her than she enjoyed Nādirshāh Durrānī.

Nādirshāh Durrānī was running one of my businesses in Pakistan.

I had so many of them around the entire globe everywhere, in every country without even any single exception.

My money, brain and my Ever-Increasing Bhogchakr were doing the miracles.

However, Nādirshāh Durrānī was doing a great job, in Pakistan in business.

It was a MNC, a Multi National Company, named Kħālidah Durgesh Constructions.

Nādirshāh Durrānī had hired an accountant, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.

Her job was to make sure; the financial side of the things was done properly.

Yet Nādirshāh Durrānī had also hired her, secretly, because she had the longest, sexiest legs and the best Pakistani Sunni Musalmān butt he had ever seen.

The third reason Nādirshāh Durrānī had hired Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was his Māmū Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī’s daughter.

Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī wanted Nādirshāh Durrānī to marry his daughter Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.

Nādirshāh Durrānī was determined to have a successful relationship after a series of failures – unknown to him, all caused by his Hindu father’s Supreme Uncut Hindu Cock.

He told me how happy he was when Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī started going out with him and that they had been going out for a month.

I looked her up on the business website and swallowed hard.

How could my imprudent arrogant Pakistani Sunni Musalmān son have landed this ever-cheating extremely shrewd entirely selfish Pseudo Musalmān  girl?

She had long blonde hair, an incredibly pretty face and deep intelligent brown eyes that one could quickly fall in love with.

I had also heard on the grapevine about her figure.

I made sure, through an indiscreet secretary I employed for such purposes, that Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī got to hear about her Musalmān boyfriend’s Hindu father but in particular about my legendary Uncut Hindu Cock.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was perilous for my son Varchésh, Nādirshāh Durrānī or whatsoever; he wanted his name to be.

Nādirshāh Durrānī’s Māmū, Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, was after his Bhānjā’s well-established Company through his daughter.

He was playing a deeper game.

Even his younger sister, my Live in relationship Partner, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, doubted his elder brother’s utterly selfish intentions.

“Save our son, Durgesh. He is a fool.”

“He has vowed to defeat his own father.” I said curtly, “Have you heard?”

“He is a fool, imprudent and arrogant.” Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī said heatedly.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed.

There had to be some mistake as her boyfriend had the smallest dick she had ever seen and she already knew the relationship was doomed.

“I’m surprised why most of the Musalmīn are losing their manhood nowadays so fast.”Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed at her equally shrewd, scrupulous and selfish friend Kulsoom Humāyūn.

Kulsūm Humāyūn winked at Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.
“They were never a man, you idiot.”
“Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed.
“Hey, you? Stop it. I know you are enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund now in your Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.”
“You know my foot.” Kulsūm Humāyūn rebuked her, “Every Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund now, and perhaps always even.”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed at her friend’s almost frustrated lewdness.
“Only Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choots? What about Pakistani Shiå Musalmān Choots ? What about Pakistani Aħmadī Musalmān Choots? You mean they are more patriotic, more loyal to Pakistan than we are?”
“They are not Musalmān even. Shiå Kāfir. Aħmadī Kāfir.”
“I’m talking of their loyalties, their patriotism for Pakistan.”
“And I am talking of their Īmān.”

Today I turned up at the office at 4 pm finally to meet Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.
I found my son under a pile of papers moaning that he would be stuck in the office for hours.
Nādirshāh Durrānī dropped into the conversation that Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had gone home early.
I decided it might be a good idea to stop by at my son’s house on the way home.
I called my ‘wife’, my Pakistani Live in relationship Partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, to say I was in a meeting and would be a bit late.
“I asked you to protect our son’s interests in the Company and you are—”
“Kħālidah, have faith in me. Will you, please?”
“If Varchésh loses control I won’t forgive you ever.”
“I know Sālī. Believe me I don’t love him less.”
“He is practicing Pseudo Islam.”
“It doesn’t change the eternal fact that he is our son. Does it?”
“Certainly not.” She was all tears now, “Thank you. And Durgesh,—”
“I’m sorry if I was rude somewhat. Please forgive me.”
“Oh, it’s alright. I understand. You are his Ammī. But you forget that I’m his father—his real father.”
“Yes darling. I’m sorry already. Forgive our foolish and arrogant son.”
I sighed.
“Don’t worry, Kħālidah. I’m his father.”

Nādirshāh Durrānī found that his paperwork only took him a couple of hours.
He turned up at home at just after six and was surprised but pleased to see my Mercedes there.

As he unlocked the front door, I pushed another 3 inches of my huge Uncut Hindu Cock down Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s throat and looked down at this gorgeous young Musalmān woman who looked amazing as she desperately worshipped the biggest Uncut Hindu Cock she had ever seen.
I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes of her legs when I first arrived and the flirting had been intense.
Her tight miniskirt and bare tanned legs had me throbbing in my trousers and I had not attempted to hide it.
Why the hell should have I?
It was my ever best weapon against inhumanity, my Brahmāstr.
I was proud of it.
Why shouldn’t I?

When she saw my 9 or 10 inch ever erect Uncut Hindu Cock fall out of my trousers she had attempted to be cool by saying, “I have seen bigger”.
She wasn’t saying that now I thought as she fought with 12 inches of rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock whilst her hand worshipped the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock and my huge balls.

I was all alert as I heard the door.
I had a lot of experience of nearly being caught and it was more annoyance that I would have to hurry up rather than fear which caused me to pause.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was also frustrated.
She wanted to be fucked but now she had been caught.

I called down to my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, from the bedroom:
“I am just helping Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī with a little problem she has.”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was coming up for air and had to stifle a laugh.
Nādirshāh Durrānī’s tiny dick was certainly a problem and my Hindu monster was the perfect solution.
“We will be down in 5 minutes” I added.

With no reason to distrust me Nādirshāh Durrānī put the TV on and called up,
“Fine, see you soon.”

I smiled an arrogant smile down at my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s girlfriend and said,
“Let me see whether I can fix that problem for you, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī “.
With that I started to pound my huge Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat.
She looked so pretty as she stared into my eyes and worshipped my Hindu tool.

Ten minutes later Nādirshāh Durrānī thought he heard a bang upstairs and called up:
“Are you two nearly finished, Sal, are you ok.”

The banging had been the headboard hitting the wall hard as I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock hard down her throat and was preparing to cum.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her mouth to answer but as she opened her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth to call him, I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund back in.
She looked worried but I calmly called down:
“We are fine, Nādir. I underestimated the size of the problem but we will be down soon. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī just has something in her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth right now.”

Innocently Nādirshāh Durrānī thought I meant food and returned to the TV.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī could see and feel it twitching and throbbing and knew I was close.
What Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī didn’t know was that I prided myself on being able to cum on demand but could control myself when on the very edge for ages.
I enjoyed that feeling more than any other.
What I wasn’t counting on was what Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was about to say as she came up for air:
“You could fit 20 of my tiny little things into this monster. I am never touching Nādirshāh Durrānī’s inadequate little cut Musalmān nūnī again.”
The comparison reminded me of the wedding day and just like that day the result was the same.
I let out a grunt and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī saw the end of my Uncut Hindu Lund flare dangerously and throb out of control.
“I bet Durgesh, you come more than Nādirshāh Durrānī does, too” she added.
She was right.

The first blast lasted 10 seconds.
I emptied myself into her mouth like letting off a pressurized firehose.
The jet plastered her mouth inside entirely.
I smiled.
” Nādirshāh Durrānī doesn’t cum that much in a month,” she said and giggled.
I smiled.
She has no idea how much I cum I thought to myself .
I put my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock in her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth and started to cum again.
Just 4 inches, the rest she worshipped with her hands.
She swallowed desperately for 30 seconds as my balls released their charm.
Allah, God, she wanted to be fucked by me.
I had tried to control the pace of my release so that she could cope with the volume but there was only so much Hindu cum one Musalmān woman can swallow.
I slid my slick Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth and the size of it dwarfed her as she licked it.

“Watch” I said. “Watch how my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s pretty Musalmān girlfriend makes me cum. Nādirshāh Durrānī! He called downstairs. At the same time my Uncut Hindu Cock started to cum.”
I was in heaven as I saw her transfixed on the weapon which had given me an advantage over every man I met, including my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī.

“Come upstairs. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī has been busy and I am very impressed with her.”

As Nādirshāh Durrānī reached the foot of the stairs I had been cuming for a minute and a half and shots were still landing into her pretty Musalmān mouth.
She wondered what her boyfriend would make of the scene.

I finished ejaculating as Nādirshāh Durrānī reached the top of the stairs – 15 yards from the bedroom door.
“I never get caught” I whispered and stood up.
I pushed my huge Uncut Hindu Lund into my trousers – it was still hard and was pressing against me over my trousers.
Yet, as my shirt fell over, it was only slightly visible.
I grabbed a document from my briefcase which hid my chest and met my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, at the door.
“We need to discuss this document whilst Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī gets ready for dinner,” I said as I directed my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, to the office and caught my breath. “I am not sure she will still be hungry though after the amount of nuts and seeds she has gulped down this afternoon.” I said.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī overheard me, smiled and scooped some of my more Hindu cum into her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth!
Half an hour later, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī entered the dining room to have dinner with her boyfriend and me.
My Musalmān wife had been delighted to hear from her Hindu husband that I was making the effort to spend time with our Musalmān son when I had telephoned her to tell her where I was.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had dressed to impress for dinner – but sadly not to impress her boyfriend.
Her pretty Musalmān mouth had just been fucked senseless by my huge 12 inch weapon and she was desperate for me now to fuck her properly.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s tight miniskirt revealed all of her long tanned legs and her top emphasized the firmness of her b cup tits as they were pushing out of a wonder bra.
By the time we sat down for dinner I could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock pressing hard against my trousers and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was prudent enough whilst chatting with her boyfriend to reach under the table with her left hand, unzip her boyfriend’s father’s trousers and release my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

I had to be careful that it didn’t spring above the level of the table and into full sight for my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, to view.
I knew, as my hands slid all over Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s long legs that I was going to find a way to fuck her very soon.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī wanked me hard under the table and it turned us both on to chat away with Nādirshāh Durrānī who was quite oblivious to what was going on under the table.

As Nādirshāh Durrānī got up to take the plates to the kitchen we knew we would have a couple of minutes alone.
I let my weapon spring above the level of the table and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī lowered her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth over it and at the same time cupped my huge balls with both hands.
I could last for hours when I needed to, but here I had only a couple of minutes.
I quickly lifted Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī off my Uncut Hindu Cock and placed her face down on the table.
I spread her fantastic legs apart and my huge Hindu weapon easily found its way past her thong and into her.
It slid 7 inches inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot on my first Hindu thrust and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī grunted with immense unanticipated pleasure.
“How can you live with my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s 2 inches?” I said as I gradually pushed the remaining 5 inches into her and smiled as she had 3 orgasms before I was fully inside her.

“I can’t” she replied breathlessly. “I need your huge Uncut Hindu Cock. Allah, God, fuck me you Hindu stud”.
I built the pace up slowly so as not to hurt her but I smiled in satisfaction as I reached ramming speed and looked at my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s girlfriend’s fantastic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass and legs clamped around my huge Hindu piston.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī needed to stuff a napkin in her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth to stop herself screaming with her intense female Musalmān lust and pleasure.

I called through to the kitchen:

“Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī and I have been chatting. I was very impressed with the work she did for me upstairs and I have offered her a promotion to work with me as my personal accountant. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī agrees with me that her current position with you does not stretch her enough.”

I smiled down at her, thrust my huge Uncut Hindu Cock back into her and felt I could cum at any moment if I needed to.

“This is something we should discuss Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, Dad, I will be through in a minute,” Nādirshāh Durrānī called.

I said quietly to Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, “You know how much I cum. I better start now. Prepare to be filled.”

I, on demand, started spurting my hot Hindu seed deepest into her.

“I am going to take you on all my business trips, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī , so you better get used to this.”

I continued to spurt my endless Hindu cum deepest inside her.

One minute later I pulled my still throbbing Uncut Hindu Dick out of her.
Two huge ribbons of cum shot across the room and landed behind the door before Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī could get her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth over the monster and started to swallow the last few powerful shots.
I heard footsteps through the hall and pressed Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī’s head down hard, on my Uncut Hindu Cock so that it was safely below the level of the table.
I looked into my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s eyes as he walked into the room.
I released shot after shot of the remainder of the contents of my huge balls down Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s throat.
I was somehow able to calmly say, “Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī has gone to the bathroom but could you make us all coffee before I go home.”

“Sure, Dad,” Nādirshāh Durrānī said and turned to go back to the kitchen.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī came up for air looking like a gorgeous babe who had just been fucked at both ends – which was what she was.

“Wow, I’m dumping Nādirshāh Durrānī, as long as I have this, I’m happy” she said grabbing my still hard Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Not tonight though darling, I want to be 12 inches inside of you tomorrow when you tell me on the phone that I have the ever best Uncut Hindu Lund and you are dumping Nādirshāh Durrānī for a better man.”

I smiled and looked forward to tomorrow, and all my future business trips with her tanned toned Musalmān legs wrapped around me.

Chapter 6


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