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Chapter 22

It was almost five minutes before Al Kubrah Al Qāsim returned.
Her manner was apologetic.
“Now,” she said, “there are complications.”
“What?”
“Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, was delayed in town. He’s on his way out here now. I got Abbū on the phone and told him I’d leave the papers. Unfortunately, Abbū says I’ll have to wait for Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. He…”
She couldn’t even finish her sentence.
A car was coming there.
“Here he comes.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “That’s my Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s car.”

Al Nadīm Al Quddūs stopped his car and jumped out.
“Well, well, well,” he smiled at both of us, especially at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, “you are already here? But still you are late.”
“Late?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at him surprised.
“Sure, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has gone already.”
“Gone already?”
“Certainly.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs confirmed what he had said, “The conference started on even before the pre scheduled time. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim phoned Bahū Begum,Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, and my wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, about eight saying he would be home around eleven or eleven thirty. Then he left us about nine o’clock stating that he was driving back to his home at Ved Nagar. He wanted to be home by eleven.”
“You didn’t go with him?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim asked.
“No, he wanted us to discuss some business matters more. He wanted us to reach a consensus in them. He instructed me especially to see to it. After he left, I paced the floor idly for a couple of turns and wound up standing at the window looking down on the street.”
“Standing at the window? Looking down on the street, Chachājān?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said puzzled somewhat.
What a tragedy.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hated his own daughter, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, and loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, his younger brother’s, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was the shrewdest of all the sisters and cousins.
Even Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was impressed very much by Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s tremendous success with Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs too.
Both of them loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim wildly.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim could never understand how Al Kubrah Al Qāsim managed it.
We were now walking to the elevator.
“Sure,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said responding to his niece, “I even saw Al Muħammad Al Qāsim cross to the curb, stand a moment, and then walk diagonally across the street. He crossed the other sidewalk on a diagonal to the corner, and then walked around the corner. After that, I was unable to see your Abbū, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim. The building on the opposite corner obstructed his further view.”
We had dressed again before Al Nadīm Al Quddūs reached us.
He wasn’t quite used to the Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog atmosphere of Ved Nagar still now.
He still felt awkward to it.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim insisted to keep fucking me, but I admonished her deliberately.
“Oh,” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “you left the window, I think.”
“No, that’s the interesting incidence I wanted to tell both of you. I continued to stand at the window thinking of our industrial problems, inadvertently.”
“Oh, and what’s interesting in it?”
“Within a matter of seconds after my younger brother, your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, had started across the street, I saw the shadow of an extremely beautiful woman.”
“Shadow?”
“That’s right.”
“You saw the shadow of her, not herself?”
“Herself afterward, at first I saw her shadow only.”
“I see. Anything particular, if you noticed?”
“It was a very shapely shadow. I mean to say the shadow itself intrigued, fascinated, charmed, captivated me because it appeared to be cast by a young woman who was…well, shapely.”
We had come to the elevator.*

The elevator arrived.
We stepped inside.
To Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s immense surprise, both his ever-cunning wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, and his Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, were already in the elevator.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Bahū Begum, you are late.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was surprised pleasantly, “Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had told you…”
“Nothing.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said curtly.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs felt hurt.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm never respected her relationship with him.
She still believed Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was after her own trillions as well as after the billions of his younger brother and her husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
He opened his mouth to protest, but Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had already dismissed him.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs controlled himself patiently.
What the use after all?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was so greedy openly that Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t make anyone believe he wasn’t greedy at all.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s mind was racing.
If Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, really succeeded in his planning, what would happen?
Could she work out the things with Durgesh?
Would her other family members be prepared to listen to her?
Maybe…After all, she was an Al Qāsim.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, had himself chosen her his would be successor.
She had to solve the present dilemma.
Her other sisters didn’t have the proper guts.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was a clandestine gay.
He was unable to run, Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He couldn’t run a single company, Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company even.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand had already taken charge.
In seven years, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had achieved so very much.
It had not been easy.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was a great help.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand also wanted to see her in charge of Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He advised her to even to rape Durgesh, if the Hindu moralist didn’t buzz.
Only Durgesh could fulfil her dreams, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim frowned even more deeply.
Fuck Durgesh.
He is now hers already.
He isn’t any problem.
He is obsessed to fuck Musalmān Beauties.
Any Musalmān Beauty can have Durgesh if she really surrendered to him.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was in control now.
Moreover, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim planned to stay in control.
Everyone in Al Qāsim family has to accept that fact.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched Al Kubrah Al Qāsim profoundly.
Yet neither of them made any eye contact with her.
Eye contact was always a mistake.
It led to mundane conversations like ‘Isn’t it hot today’ or ‘Nice weather we are having’.
Elevator conversations were a total waste of time.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim took no further notice of them either.
She was thinking of the problems that lay ahead.
Suddenly, the elevator ground to a stop mid-floors, and the lights went out, plunging all of us into inky blackness.

Al Safiyah Al Ghaus exclaimed.
“Allah, what the hell happened?”
“Generator gone out, I think.”
“But the lights on again.”
“Emergency lights, stupid.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“I am not stupid, neither my niece Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is. We both are black belt karate champions. She deliberately brought you here. Now, decide yourself who is stupid.”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs admonished his wife, “are you crazy? If Durgesh has come here, it’s never because Al Kubrah Al Qāsim brought him here. He came here on his own volition.”*

Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
She remembered her days when Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic wasn’t Al Qāsim Al Åbdullah.
Her Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, said Al Islam Al Wahāb had done a great wrong to them by insisting that Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic should be converted to Islam before Al Islam Al Wahāb and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic marry.
“Al Nāsirah Al Karīm is right.” Al Islam Al Wahāb’s second Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus also said, “India is Hindu dominant country.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb watched both of her Bahū Begums bitterly.
“Brahmdutt was already married to the Hollywood heroine Della Kennedy. He couldn’t divorce her. She was heroine in several movies produced and directed by him.”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs Bhāījān and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim both are from Brahmdutt Abbū?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus asked her mother in law.
“Of course, any objection?” Al Islam Al Wahāb said curtly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm nodded.
“Ammī, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus thinks Al Nadīm Al Quddūs must return to his original religion.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb shouted.
“What?”
“Brahmdév Sharmā uncle and Nāzimah Yåqūb auntie invited us yesterday in a party.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said in her sweetest manner.
Al Islam Al Wahāb was immediately all alert.
She never found her Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, using her sweetest manner until and unless the subject under discussion did not relate to exorbitant money.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam, her first husband, was a millionaire himself.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was not Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s son exactly.
She was in his nikāħ, but Al Islam Al Wahāb had her extramarital affair with Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic even then.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was its natural result.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam knew it very well.
Even then, he acted immensely liberal to the entire situation.
“I know I’m dying, Al Islam Al Wahāb.” he said, “All my thirteen daughters from my previously divorced three wives, and the husbands of my daughters, have proved immensely incapable to run my business. I know, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs isn’t my son. Yet, he has given me more love, respect and loyalty than my own daughters gave me ever. You have been lenient enough till now not to tell Al Nadīm Al Quddūs he isn’t my son.”
“I’m sorry, Al Quddūs Al Åālam,” Al Islam Al Wahāb said patiently, “Brahmdutt couldn’t control himself and I couldn’t stop him. He just assaulted me, invaded me, in passion. Due to your long illness we hadn’t have sex for a long time. I surrendered to him in that wild animal moment.”
“It’s alright. It doesn’t make any difference now. I want to give my estate to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. Would you and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic be kind enough not to tell him he isn’t my son actually, till I die?”
Before Al Islam Al Wahāb could answer, Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic held Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s hand.
“Don’t worry. He was your son, and he’d remain so till you live.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
“Brahmdutt,”
“It’s alright.” Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic circled her waist in his left arm, “He is dying. We can have more sons. He can’t.”
Al Quddūs Al Åālam suddenly found his eyes filled with tears of immense gratitude.
“Thank you very much, my friend. You’ve made my death easier now.”*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan listened to Al Jamīlah Al Sultānova.
The Russian Musalmān Beauty had attracted her attention very much.
She looked at Kħadījah Muħammad.
“Well,” Kħadījah Muħammad said, “you understand ultramodern young Musalmān ladies more, Naåīmah. Durgesh, and I are somewhat older now in comparison to you. If not in our physical bodies, in our understanding of the ultramodern youth at least.”
“Nonsense, Bājī, I couldn’t have done anything at all if you and Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī hadn’t supported me blindly and compelled Durgesh to do what I wanted him to do.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“That’s all right. That’s all right. But you are forgetting you were doing what we ourselves wanted to, yet couldn’t.”
“Why?”
“Because we hadn’t any Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad to support us. We hadn’t any Imām Muħammad Ħasan who had dreamed of to be Mustafā Kamāl Atāturk of entire Pseudo Islamic countries.”*

Al Nāsirah Al Karīm watched me, scrutinizing me thoughtfully.
She didn’t pay any attention to the fact that the elevator had stopped in the midway.
Her husband Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was planning something to get rid of his ever-greedy relatives, she knew.
He had consulted me in the matter.
I had already helped Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in the matters pertaining to his nudist feminist Musalmān Houseladies, successfully.
I had helped Al Nāsirah Al Karīm too in the matters pertaining to her problem child, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim too.
She could never forget how I convinced Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim if she couldn’t live in relationship with me, she marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Fuck her yourself.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had said to me.’
“What?” I could not believe a mother could request me to fuck her daughter.
“If you don’t fuck Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, she’d fuck Shankar Mahāpralayankar herself.”
“Oh,”
“I don’t want her to have any relationship with Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar is an Underworld Don.”
“Well?” I smiled.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar isn’t a problem to you because you can handle him successfully through several persons and means he cares for even more than his own life and the Organized Crime Empire he has established with the help of criminal politicians and industrialists all over the globe. I don’t want anything of him. Muħammad Ůsmān, my younger brother, and Muħammad bin Qāsim, my son, are already his patrons. That’s itself more than enough I can bear and handle.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loves Shankar Mahāpralayankar?”
“Yes.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gritted her teeth, “I know Shankar Mahāpralayankar is the second choice of Musalmān Beauties nowadays, not the first one. You are the first choice they always dream of.”
“I see.”
“Thank you.”
“Tell me something more about your husband’s relatives,” I invited, “have you been fighting with them?”
“Not particularly. Pratāp Bachhalyā and Vikram Bachhalyā are not exactly my husband’s relatives only. They are my sons in law too. And actually I think they respect me more than they respect my husband even.”
“Because you are a trillionaire while your husband is only a billionaire?” I smiled.*

Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled.
“Well, money plays an important role in gaining respect too. I think you understand that far better than even I do.”
I smiled too.
“May I ask what did an extremely beautiful lady, as beautiful and as intelligent as you are, find in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to marry him?”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled significantly.
“Well, he is too a billionaire at least.”
“But you are a trillionaire. You could have…”
“I couldn’t compromise with my freedom to take decisions, in any matter whatsoever. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim promised he would never interfere.”
“Means he wanted your trillions more than he wanted you?”
“Why should I worry the hell about it? I myself wanted only a nominal husband to show to my acquaintances. Didn’t I?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed, “In addition to that he was a billionaire himself too. It meant least demand of money from me than otherwise it would have been.”

I digested the information.
Now I understood why they both were not interested in each other mutually very much.
It wasn’t a marriage actually.
It was only a front they created to show their acquaintances.
Now I understood why Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t object, even slightly, to my solution of his problems.*

I looked at Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
She was still looking at me every now and then somewhat stealthily.
“You have been away since, for several weeks?” I asked.
“Three months almost.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd tried to control herself.
Even then, she couldn’t hide her impishness emerging every now and then.
I smiled.
The ultramodern young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty was not as grave in her nature as she was trying frantically to display herself.
Yes, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was sophisticated, PhD, and she knew the world around her quite well.
Yet, she wasn’t a grave young Musalmān lady despite her desperate efforts to display herself so.
She was a naughty young Musalmān lady, by nature, bubbling with immense mischievous youth even at her twenty- ninth.
Every now and then, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was looking between my legs impishly.
It was more than obvious that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was very pleased to find that she was successful in causing me erection for her.
She was proud of herself that her immense Musalmān beauty was causing it.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd had deliberately gone to a beauty parlour before coming to me.
I was surprised that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd wasn’t in panic at all.
Neither she was worried to the extent she might have been under the similar circumstances some other normal Musalmān Beauty would have been.
Instead, she seemed to be quite confident and surprisingly in possession of her faculties.
I extended my hand.
“There was a check in the letter?”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd passed me a slip of paper.
“Here it is.” she said.
I looked at the check.
Suddenly I straightened.
Gravely I looked at the check again.
“Ten million dollars?” I inadvertently exclaimed.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd looked at me gravely.
“That’s what the check says.”
“For what?”
“I don’t know.”
“He doesn’t want you to have the money?”
“No, he wants you to take charge of the money for me.”
“You too want me to take charge of the money for you?”
“Why not? You claim to be sixty-three. I’m twenty-eight only. You have thirty five years more experiences of life and the world than I do.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said gravely, “They can snatch away the money from me in some way, either this or that, but not from you. My money is in safer hands for me.”
“Quite obviously, quite evidently, there’s something bothering Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“What’s that?”
“Let’s find out.” I said.
“Am I accepted?”
“What?”
“To be your one more new live in relationship partner?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd asked gravely.
I watched her.
There wasn’t any faintest trace of impishness now in her any manner whatsoever.

Chapter 23
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Ved Nagar: 7

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Volume 2

Chapter7

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand

Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah

Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim rushed to her Vedic Monotheist Hindu husband.

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand hugged her ravenously.

Eīshān!

How beautiful she is.

Yes, her elder sisters, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim etcetera are even more beautiful than Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim is too.

But now every one of them was Umm-Al-Åālmīn.

Wasn’t she?

Hinduism isn’t a superstition as the most of the other religions are.

Hinduism is absolutely a scientific, rational and logical religion.

Moreover, Hinduism isn’t a religion even in the sense the non-Hindus use the word.

It’s a system of life actually.

No, it isn’t a superstition any longer.

Durgesh has proved it now absolutely scientifically rationally and logically.

Yes, Hindus are still a minority in the entire humankind.

But, they are the rulers now.

Ved Nagar/Tran tor is the new Capital of humankind whether someone accepts it or not.

Durgesh damn cares for the acceptance of the facts by everyone.

He openly says:

“The facts never needed their acceptance by humankind for their survival and being in power. The humankind needs the acceptance of facts for its own survival.”

And by Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, by God, Durgesh is right.*

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim kissed Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand wildly.

“You did it successfully, didn’t you?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand sometimes laughing sometimes crying out of sheer joy, victory and triumph. “They said even you can’t do it. They said Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is insurmountable because Durgesh is insurmountable. Hell, you’ve successfully delivered her five hundred dollars even while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had cautioned her very much.”

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was abstemious.

“Control yourself, Al Waħīdah. She never took the money.”

“But you shoved the money into her hand. Didn’t you?”

“Of course, of course. But her fingers even didn’t close on the money. It fell down. She never touched it.”

“But the money touched her hand. Didn’t it?”

Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, her other elder sisters, her Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, Muħammad bin Qāsim and even her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim watched Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim hugging and kissing her Vedic Monotheist Hindu husband.

“Well, the court would never accept she received the money. It’s Ved Nagar. Never forget. Justice is the most prevalent factor here in judiciary.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely.

“That’s the reason nobody is accepting Ved Nagar/Tran tor is the new Capital of entire humankind.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled cunningly, “I can’t understand, Jījū, why you are not as happy as Al Waħīdah is.”

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim kept laughing crying and kissing Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.

“You are the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company now. You are the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company now.”

Al Muħammad Al Qāsim smiled.

“She is right. Congratulations, Prañav. You’ve successfully fulfilled the condition. Everyone agreed if you successfully revive the oil lease you’d be the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.”

“Thanks, Abbū,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled urbanely, “but I don’t think the oil lease is still revived legally.”

“The hell it isn’t.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said furiously, “We tried to make deferred payments according to the legal documentation. Didn’t we? If she didn’t accept it, it’s their evasion, not ours. Damn it.”

“I agree with Muħammad bin Qāsim. I declare you’ve replaced me successfully. Congratulations, new managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim smiled.

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim held Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s hand and forcibly took him to their bedroom.

She undressed Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand herself, undressed herself too and pushed Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand on the bed.

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand fell back on the king sized bed.

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim straddled him keeping her gorgeous back to him.

Her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was on the male Hindu lips of Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand now and his immediately hardened Uncut Hindu Cock was in Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim’s extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim was already sucking Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s Uncut Hindu Prick violently.

She was aggressive absolutely.*

It started when Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had approached me.

I studied the beautiful woman with interest.

Al Nāsirah Al Karīm returned my gaze with bright green eyes.

There was a hard glitter in those green eyes.

But it softened to a twinkle gradually.

“I haven’t killed anyone, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Not yet, at least. Yet never make the mistake of thinking me a peaceful sophisticated Musalmān lady that sits by the fire and knits. I’m certainly not that one. I’m a hard bitten hellion instead.”

I smiled.

“Thanks for telling me.”

“I can’t lie to my lawyer if I really want him to protect me. Can I?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled, now meaningfully and seductively at me.

I winked at her.

“Protect you from what?”

“From my own younger brother Muħammad Ůsmān and my own son, Muħammad bin Qāsim.”

“What?”

“Surprised?”

“Shouldn’t I?”

“They say you are specialist in Musalmān Beauties.”

“Well?”

“Most of the Musalmīn, you call Pseudo Musalmīn, are not highly educated. It’s natural, therefore, that they can’t get good respectful jobs. They have to resort to lower and criminal activities consequently.”

“I know that.”

“Sure, my younger brother, Muħammad Ůsmān, is an exception. He is highly educated yet he is dangerously involved in criminal activities.”

“You said you wanted to see me about a gambling girl.”

“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.” She said, “She is my daughter.”

“I see.”

“She is a problem girl.”

“I understand.”

“She is twenty eight, PhD, yet she can’t understand how these gambling activities of her may hurt her career and her future.”

“I appreciate your concern.”

“I’ve seen you many times in court, fighting every inch of the way. I was one of the members of the jury. I respect you for it as I am something of a fighter myself.”

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.

“I assist him in his work, whatsoever it may be. Will you please give me your name, age and address?”

Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gave Kħadījah Muħammad the required information.

She had lit a cigarette in the meantime.

I watched her carefully.

“Sorry,” she smiled, “I kicked loose from the conventional traces.”

“How long is it so?”

“Since my husband suspected that I might have an extra marital affair with some Hindu.”

“Your husband?”

“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.”

“You revolted against him?”

“I have my own group of companies, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” she smiled sardonically, “I hate to be dependent even on my husband. It didn’t harm me even a bit. Instead, it helped me to learn how spineless hypocrites my husband and my relatives are. Do you have to go into all that?”

I smiled.

“Okay, at least tell me about her friends.”

“Friends?”Al Nāsirah Al Karīm sighed, “She is very close to two extremely problem girls you know very well.”

“I know very well?”

“Sure, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah and Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ. Who the hell, more than you, knows both of the sexiest bitches?”*

I swallowed her hesitancy and took hold of the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head.

Her bare breasts stood firm and upright, the nipples already hardening in the cool, air-conditioned room.

I looked her up, her cheeks flaming, and felt a trickle of her arousal juice slip down the inside of her thigh as I scrutinized her with admiring eyes.

“You didn’t lie, baby,” I said to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. “She’s gorgeous. Squeeze your nipples for us, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”

She didn’t know Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ was also with me.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ scooted around until she was on her knees beside me, firmly circling the base of my Uncut Hindu Shaft with her fist as she lowered her mouth around the red, throbbing head.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah watched my legendary Hindu erection disappear inside her best friend’s ardent Musalmān mouth until her chin rested on my Hindu balls, and I was moaning in ecstasy as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ sucked me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah rolled her hard nipples between her thumb and index fingers, staring directly into my eyes as her knees weakened so much, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely stand.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ began to bob up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

The wet, sucking noises Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s beautiful mouth made was only serving to turn Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah on more.

“Take your shorts off.” I gasped. “Ahhh, yes, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …take it all, baby…”

With shaking fingers Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, slipping them down over her hips and letting them fall to the floor.

She shivered in exquisite shame, forcing herself to keep her arms down, as I thoroughly looked her over.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ moaned softly on me, on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She lifted her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth to lap across the head of my pulsing Hindu member and to let to run my lusty black eyes over her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body.

“Do you want to show Durgesh your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?” she asked, pumping my rigid Hindu organ with her firmly closed Musalmān fist.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth watered watching Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ stroking me.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted that Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth, and pounding into her tight, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot too.

“Yes.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.

“Say it.”

“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wants to show you her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cried hotly, shifting in place and feeling the wetness soak through her silky red panties.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside with her top and shorts.

I sophisticatedly, yet hungrily still, drank in the sight of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s young, shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

“Look at that pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said close to my ear. “You want it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Do you want to fuck Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?”

“Ohhh yes, baby, yes,” I smiled confidently, watching Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah‘s smooth beautiful Musalmān hand stroking my veined Uncut Hindu Shaft.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood silently, aching to take my thick Hindu meat deep inside her throbbing Musalmān sex.

“Turn around.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ commanded.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah did as she was asked, swallowing hard and wondering what was next as dead silence fell.

What were we doing?

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped.

Her breathing was shallow and loud in the surrounding quietness.

“Bend over, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hesitated momentarily before slowly complying, leaning her palms on the chair in front of her for support.

“Set your feet wide apart.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ added.

Her heart thudded in her chest as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood there bent over at the waist, waiting, her wet slit in view for her Hindu lover Durgesh.

“Reach underneath yourself and spread your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt open for us.” Her best friend ordered breathlessly.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slipped her hand between her thighs, her fingers shaking as she spread her swollen lips apart.

Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot juice trickled down the back of her hand and the inside of her thighs with the intensity of her lust.

“Allah, yā Allah! Oh, God,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah groaned. “Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wants you to bury your Uncut Hindu Lund in her!”

I smiled.

“Yes…” she repeated, “Durgesh darling, fuck me…fuck me, please!”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, turning to look at me.

“Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …I want Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund inside me…”

“Mmmm, not yet.” Her lover smiled.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ stood and undressed, asking me to stand and do the same.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah rubbed her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit in firm circles as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and I approached her.

I knelt behind Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ settled with her thighs wide open on the chair in front of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gazed lustily at Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s wet, pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was quivering in anticipation of my Hindu male lips.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah bit off her cry of pleasure as I buried my warm Hindu mouth in her ravenous Musalmān mound.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s own tongue delved deep into Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s tightening fuck hole.

Her thumbs pulled her lips apart to gain more access to the moist folds of her sex.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s nose nuzzled against her hard clit as she expertly tongued Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.

“How does it feel to have Durgesh penising you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ asked softly, her fingers tangling in her thick hair.

All Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could give in response was a guttural moan as my hot Uncut Hindu Lund stabbed at her engorged Musalmān clitoris.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ smiled.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah urgently pulled her face into Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s soaking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, humming in pleasure as she flicked her tongue against Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s swollen button.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ held tightly to her fistful of her hair, grinding her sopping, steaming center into her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth while Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slurped her juices.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, she tasted good!

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was overwhelmed.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot contracted as she neared orgasm.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s mouth continued the assault on her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Her tongue swept over her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit, flicking it and teasing it before plunging inside her juicy hole.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s cries of pleasure grew louder.

Her fists tugged frantically in her hair as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah ate Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.

“More…more…yes, eat me!” She gasped. “Eat my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah! Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah, Subħān Allah, Oh, God…make me cummmm…”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ pushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt into Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s mouth, moaning low in her throat.

“Fuck me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! !” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cried.

So hot was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah that she was close to tears. “Please…put your Uncut Hindu Lund inside me, Durgesh!”*

I smiled,

“Ms. Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, I’d like to know something about your background. Okay, go ahead. You are doing fine―So you kicked over the traces?”

“Yes. And I am getting worse every year. My husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s relatives think I’m a brand for the burning―and I don’t give a damn what they think! You hear a lot about people who are afraid to die. Well, they are nothing compared to the ones who are afraid to live.”

“Yes,” I smiled, “I agree with you. Even if it is possible to progress, most of us human beings don’t want to go through the tedious utmost necessary to progress. The inertia in them is so prevalent that not even a creature of gutter wants to do anything to come out of the gutter. It deliberately and knowingly develops a life style to suit its inertia. It compromises with the gutter life only to avoid doing something it isn’t habitual of.”

Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled.

“I see. You’ve too given a lot of thought to it, young man.”

“Well, I believe in ‘Ut dévā avhitam dévā unnayathā punah’, ‘Indr, préhi purastvam’, ‘Udyānam té purush, nāvyānam’, ‘Utkrāmātah, purush, māvpatthā’…”

“Well, well, well, Allah Allah, young man. I’m a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman. I don’t know your Vedic Sanskr’t.”

I smiled.

“I’m sorry. I mean…”

Al Nāsirah Al Karīm raised her right hand,

“It’s alright. As it happens, I do understand your Vedic Sanskr’t too.”

“What?” now I was surprised.

“Surprised?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled enjoying my utter surprise very much.

“Well,”

“Don’t be. My daughter Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loves a Vedic Monotheist Hindu, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. I wanted to understand why you Vedic Monotheist Hindus are so successful with us educated Musalmān Beauties that we are even cuckolding our Musalmān husbands for you. My best friend, philosopher and guide, Nāzimah Yåqub, has even gone to the extent that she is living a life of Polyandry with at least the three of you Hindus Brahmā Vishñu Mahesh: Brahmdév Sharmā, Vishñu Nārāyañ and Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.”

I smiled empathetically.

Nāzimah Yåqub wasn’t unknown to me.

She was now the new managing director of Yåqūb group of companies.

Brahmdév Sharmā, Vishñu Nārāyañ and Mahéshvar Bachhalyā were her most loyal directors now in her Yåqūb group of companies.

Muħammad Yåqūb, her husband, was now her cuckolded assistant only.

“Mahéshvar Bachhalyā wanted you to learn Vedic Sanskr’t?” I smiled.

“No, but I wanted to impress Nāzimah Yåqub that I also know Vedic Sanskr’t. My daughter Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim is also happy that I’m so interested in her Hindu lover’s psychology.”

“That’s very brilliant of you Ms. Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.” I appreciated her.

“Thank you. The people, who go through life just making motions―and conventional motions at that, are mostly afraid to live. My relatives think I’ve started Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim on the downward path.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed contemptuously.*

I didn’t need another word more.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shivered in delicious wanting as I grabbed her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips, her hands clenching into fists as I put the head of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund against her horny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt hole.

I slid it forward, teasingly, pushing it between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot lips as my veined Uncut Hindu Shaft scorched every straining nerve ending.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shoved her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips back, silently begging for my pulsating Hindu member inside her heated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.

“Put it in her,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ whimpered. “Give it to her, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!”

With that, I buried my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside her tight, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, drawing an animal groan from the pit of her stomach.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt completely filled, my thickness stretching her open far beyond.

My fingers dug into the groove of her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips as I pulled me back into my violent Hindu fuck thrusts.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ‘s mound humped faster into Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth, her juices running steadily unto her tongue.

“Fuck yes, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…yesss…eat her baby girl…” I breathed. “Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, baby, I’m going to cum inside you…”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ arched sharply, screaming in pleasure as she began to cum.

“Yes! Do you want Durgesh‘s Hindu cum in you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah? Tell me you want it!”

“Yes…please… Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! cum inside me!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah panted.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was slamming into her bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

“I want your Hindu cum inside me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

“Okay, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …ahhh yes…I’m cummmming!” I penetrated her deepest.

A shock of intense, body-shuddering pleasure exploded inside Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, squeezing and contracting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt muscles like a glove around my raging Uncut Hindu Prick.

I tightened my grip on her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips triumphantly giving a final deep thrust.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, I’m cumming…cumming inside you, baby…cumming in your tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!” I cried as I filled her with streams of my hot Hindu seed.

Her knees gave out and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah fell forward.

I followed her with a soft grunt.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled and stroked sweaty hair away from her face, her pretty face suddenly freezing.

“Naåīm Sheikħ ‘ is home!” she whispered.

Chapter 8

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KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 12

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Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

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Chapter 12

Durgesh Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an

Durgesh Jāhnavī Dīxit

Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr

The sight of Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was unbelievable.

Her Ammī was Saůūdī Årab, Al Tawħīd Al Islam.

Her father was Indian Brāhmañ, Brahmdév Sharmā.

It was a great combination.

She had the straight black hair of an oriental, but the face was a sweet mix of the two.

I don’t know where the body came from, I was just glad that it was here, now. *

Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was only eighteen, and one of Jāhnavī Dīxit’s best friends.

It was a surprise what Jāhnavī Dīxit found in a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl that was even ten years younger than her.

The only thing I could think of was she was her husband’s daughter from his first wife, Al Tawħīd Al Islam

She was also asking me out on a date.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, how did I get out of this?

Or did I want to?

I knew the risks, but couldn’t help myself.

I was at Jāhnavī Dīxit’s apartment, where she was living with her Brāhmañ husband, Brahmdév Sharmā, while attending college.

Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was attending another school not far away, and the two girls and their other friends were constantly getting together to talk and laugh, just as they had been doing since they started hanging out in junior high.

I knew all the girls, of course, but had always had a feeling that Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was just a bit different than the other girls from the start.

It would appear I was right.

I had just agreed to help Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an find a car this Saturday.

She needed a new car and had hoped that her father could come and help her find one.

She didn’t have a lot of money to spend.

However, he had to work and she wanted a man to go along and make sure that she didn’t get screwed by some used car salesman.

I couldn’t blame one if he tried.

All of the girls were attractive, especially because of their smooth young skin and tight little bodies, but Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was the only one who was out and out SEXY.

She didn’t even appear to try, but it was there.

Nice round pointy tits, flat waist, flaring hips, sweet tight little ass and long legs.

All of that and very pretty besides.

I was lost.

I was already thinking that at least I could ogle her all day while we were looking for her a different car.

How the Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had changed me successfully, I myself wonder.

I was sixty three now.

Yet I was craving for a girl just eighteen.

Just eighteen to thirty.

That was what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan meant from ‘Jet’ in Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.

J: Just

E: Eighteen

T: Thirty

“And what about the Musalmān Beauties over thirty?” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smirked, “They don’t deserve Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund? Their above thirty Musalmān Cunts don’t qualify for Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund? A sixty three years old Uncut Hindu Lund is serving Jet Musalmān Cunts. It’s not needed in above thirty years Musalmān Cunts. They can search of other suitable Uncut Hindu Penises. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the new Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā has declared the new policy of her Jannat-e-Firdaus. Lāhaul vilā qūvat.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

She was so bold now that she damn cared if the entire humanity watched her fucking her Brahmā Vishñu Mahésh.

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā was similarly on his back.

Nāzimah Yåqūb was similarly straddling Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.

“Congratulations Nāzimah Yåqūb Bājī.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cooed, “It’s not easy to snatch away a Bachhalyā from the ever jealous Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs. Mahéshvar Bachhalyā is however successfully you have excluded to serve you first.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb winked at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cunningly and smiled triumphantly.

“Nothing is impossible if we try to achieve sincerely. Thank you Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.”

“Sidrah Aħmad Bājī have come here. They told me at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb was surprised.

“You are coming from Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?”

“Sidrah Aħmad Bājī is the Chairperson of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. Isn’t she? It was only natural for me to go there to meet her.”

“She had come here.” Nāzimah Yåqūb told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, “We discussed our new strategies to ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’ movement. But Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī called her on her mobile. Sidrah Aħmad immediately went to Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī. I don’t know why.”

“Sidrah Aħmad Bājī didn’t tell you?” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was somewhat disappointed.

“She said there was some emergency. She didn’t have the time to explain me everything in detail.”

“Allah!”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

“Congratulations.”

“To me?” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was surprised, “For what?”

“You have understood how to tame your Musalmān husband. Now you are free.”

The plane from London had just landed on the airport of Jaipur.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was glued to the cabin window.

It was the first time she was traveling to India and she had dreamed of it for years.

She had been fascinated by India, the beauty of the landscapes, the splendor of the palaces but even more by the glamour of Indian men in Hindutv pride even when they were doing daily chores among garbage heaps.

She had drawn in her India dream, her husband since two years.

He had offered her several salwar kameez and a series of sarees along with plenty Indian jewelry baubles for belly Dance.

She had occasionally worn them for Eīdul Fitr or other family parties.

She wore more often the jewelry, when she had a belly Dance performance in public.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was a Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān.

Her husband Al Muħammad Al Imām was too similarly, though Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had always dreamed of an Indian Hindu husband as most of the Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauties did.

At the time, she was 47 but she was taking so much attention to her skin and body that she looked ten of fifteen years less.

She had no wrinkles.

In addition, she had kept constant attention to her immensely arresting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body for the last six years.

She suddenly had decided to lose weight and asked for the help of a dietician.

Often such treatment helps you to lose a few pounds you win back shortly after but she had an inordinate force of will.

She had decided her ideal weight, 108 pounds and she had clung to her goal.

She had lost in fifteen months forty pounds and watched her weight daily since.

As Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had been practicing belly Dancing around six hours a week and several more at home, her skin had not sagged at all.

She had just lost some breasts to 36B and her measures had fallen to 36-30-36, not so bad for a Musalmān Beauty of her age with two grown Hindu sons from Durgesh the unique.

Yes she was lucky enough not to enjoy only sex with Durgesh but to have my Hindu sons for her too.

But she still felt herself fat.

Clothes size had followed her weight loss and she could easily exchange sweaters with her husband’s daughter.

His thoroughly incompetent Saůūdī Årab Sheikħ Musalmān husband, as the most of the Årab Sheikħs were, could not give her any son, only daughters and daughters, damn him.

“Honey, it’s fantastic, we are in the dream country of you Musalmān Beauties, India, at last and did you hear the pilot? The temperature is 30¡ Celsius. In France, when we boarded the plane, it was freezing.” Al Muħammad Al Imām smiled at his prize beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.

“Al Muħammad Al Imām, you idiot, you my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass licker, I wish you have followed my advice just to pack something warm for the return and take only light clothes.”

“ I took two salwar kameez and one saree. Don’t be angry, please, my lady luck.” Al Muħammad Al Imām touched her feet to please her.

Since his wife has succeeded to fuck the most amazing Hindu multi zillionaire Durgesh, Al Muħammad Al Imām was too much afraid of her.

Feeling tremendously insulted, Al Muħammad Al Imām wanted to divorce her, but Kħadījah Al Tāhirah managed him to be ass fucked by Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

Al Muħammad Al Imām gagged feeling Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Lund tearing his Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, buried to the hilt.

“Sālé, musaddé,” Shankar Mahāpralayankar grabbed his beard fucking his till virgin Musalmān ass violently, “I’m not Durgesh, the softie. I’m the ardent follower of Dr. Ali Sina. I fuck you Musalmīn too in your anti humanity Musalmān ass. I don’t fuck Musalmān Beauties only, as Durgesh does. Durgesh is the Live in Relationship Partner of my own real Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sister and other countless Musalmān sisters too. If you even think to harm Durgesh ever in any way, I’d proudly kill you fucking your terrorist Musalmān ass.”

Al Muħammad Al Imām could not speak even a word.

He knew very well that Shankar Mahāpralayankar was actually a Hindu underworld Don.

The Muslim underworld Dons were Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Hindu ass lickers.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar fucked their Musalmān houseladies.

And they couldn’t do anything to Shankar Mahāpralayankar ever.*

“It s amply sufficient, we will buy what we need when we arrive at our first stopping place. Our travel guide will tell us where to find what you need.” Al Muħammad Al Imām murmured to his thoroughly successful wife Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

He knew now very well that she has successfully joined the utmost dangerous club of Musalmān Beauties and their Hindu lovers, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

Sidrah Aħmad was its present president.

Nāzimah Yåqūb, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī were its great patrons.*

Muħammad Åbbās still remembered when he first saw his friend, Durgesh, squeezing his Bahū Bégum’s chūchiyān in the kitchen & then next time taking her to a hotel.

He was furious to the extent to slap me.

His friends were right.

They had warned Muħammad Åbbās.

“Durgesh has already fucked most of our extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies. Now, it’s your number.”

“Yet,” O.P. Dīxit commented gravely, “What can we do?”

Vikram Rājpūt, Mr’tyunjaý Chauhān, Milind Joshī, everyone sighed his helplessness.

Muħammad Åbbās was surprised somewhat.

“What do you mean? Durgesh has fucked your Brāhmañ houseladies too?”

“Brāhmañ houseladies, Rajput houseladies, Jain houseladies, Christian houseladies, Jew houseladies, atheists houseladies― Durgesh has fucked almost our entire houseladies those are beautiful.”

Muħammad Åbbās couldn’t believe it.

“I thought Durgesh was actually humiliating us Musalmīn only.”

“It’s not a matter of humiliation at all, Åbbās.” Akbar Mujāhid couldn’t stop himself, “actually Durgesh is doing it because he is our friend and he doesn’t want our houseladies vagabond here and there. He wants to keep their adultery unto himself and hush hush.”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

“It means,” Muħammad Åbbās said at length, as if fallen from the seventh sky, “it means Durgesh is really our friend and he is keeping our honor instead of disgracing us?”

“That’s right.” Akbar Mujāhid said with almost choked voice, “He has raped my daughter, Ruqayyah Mujāhid recently. Not because he had lust for her. She was falling for Brahmdév Sharmā instead.”

“Brahmdév Sharmā?”

“Yes, the Minister, the Congressman we voted for. He was after my just eighteen daughter.”

Everyone was again dumbfounded.*

When I woke up I was tied down to a bed with a ball gag in my mouth I tried to shout for help but it was muffled by the ball gag.

It was very dark in the room but in turning my head to try and see if I could get free I noticed the clock and it was 4:12am.

I was very worried about this as I was sure by now all my friends would have left and that I was probably the only one left.

I then heard a voice talking to someone it was a guy talking to the girl that had obviously drugged me.

She said bye to him and from what I could tell he left as I heard the door close.

After this, the door to the room I was in, opened and the bitch came in to the room.

I struggled to get free but it was no use.

she then said to me,

“We are going to have a lot of fun tonight, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

As she said this I thought that this might actually turn out to be not that bad as I was sure she just wanted to have sex with me and she was so hot that I really didn’t care at all that she drugged me.

She then told me that she would be back soon.

About ten minutes or so later I heard the door bell go and heard another few girls’ voices.

I actually started to get quite excited about what I thought was going to happen.

The door opened again and Sājidah Imām the girl that had tied me up was standing with another two girls wearing latex dresses.

They came in and Sājidah Imām left.

One of them went in to her bag and brought a syringe out and injected it into my left arm which knocked me out cold.

I woke up hanging up spread eagle in a cellar dungeon.

Nothing fancies really just a big overhead beam with a couple posts out to the sides and a nice easy chair with a table on the side.

I had locking cuffs on my ankles that were chained out to the sides so my feet, which have 5 inch stiletto heels tied on them, are held about two feet apart so that she has free access to my Hindu crotch.

Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad raping me again?

I couldn’t believe it.

Yesterday I’ve raped Ruqayyah Mujāhid myself.

And today I’m being raped.

My Bhogchakr was really even beyond my control.*

Samīnah Ħabīb was exhausted as the cheerleading coach dismissed them from practice for the day.

Since transferring to City High a month ago, her life had certainly changed.

She had found herself making friends easily and had won a position on the cheerleading squad after her first tryout.

As she made her way to the locker room with the rest of the Musalmān Beauties, she wryly thought about how hard she had thought it was going to be to leave the University and friends she had known all her life to begin anew.

It sure had been a lot easier than she had imagined.

Even her Hindu Lover, Durgesh, had found it easy to fit in to the new University and routine.

Even as she started to undress to take a shower, Durgesh was out at football practice competing for the quarterback position.

As she undressed, Samīnah Ħabīb looked around the locker room at her fellow cheerleaders.

This was supposedly the cream of the crop, the best looking, most athletic Musalmān Beauties in the University.

They sure were a diverse bunch, she thought.

There was Sherī Åbbās, a tall, dark-haired girl with big, upright tits, dark nipples that always seemed to be hard whenever Samīnah Ħabīb had seen them, slender waist with her hips flaring to her legs, which tapered down, long and slim, a dark thatch of hair filling the juncture of her thighs.

Always with Sherī Åbbās were Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ, Padminī Tripāŧhī with blonde hair, not quite as tall and big as Sherī Åbbās, but her pale tits ended in large, cream-colored nipples and her hips were big.

Della Christ was a redhead, just like herself, but unlike herself, Della Christ’s hair was cropped short, almost like a boy’s haircut, causing her totally freckled body to really stand out.

She had nice, firm tits with pale, cherry nipples at the end.

Her fiery red bush was not very dense, allowing you to get a peek of pale skin underneath.

Samīnah Ħabīb self-consciously examined her own body in the mirror.

Her tits were nice and firm, very upright with big, dark-cherry nipples on the end. Her waist was very slim, showing a nice flat belly with her thick bush of red hair sticking out below. Her long, thick red hair hung down past her shoulders. She couldn’t see anything to complain of, so she joined the others in the shower.

Sherī Åbbās Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ were laughing together as they soaped up and began to work lather up.

Samīnah Ħabīb began to shower at the shower next to them, listening to their conversation.

Sherī Åbbās was talking about her date the night before with me, the other boy trying to become the quarterback on the Literary team.

Sherī Åbbās was talking about how it hadn’t taken me any time at all on our date to begin trying to kiss her and feel her up.

She laughed as she described how desperate I had seemed as she thwarted my attempts to feel her up.

She related how, as the evening passed, she had relented somewhat and began to make out with me, kissing me and sucking tongues together.

She commented that I was really a good kisser with a really long tongue.

Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ laughed as she said this.

Sherī Åbbās commented that she was going to go out with me on Friday and that she planned on letting me go a little further this time, maybe even letting me play with her tits a little bit.

As she said this, Sherī Åbbās reached up and gave both of her soapy tits a good squeeze and massage, pinching her nipples for good measure.

Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ laughed.

Della Christ reached over and pinched one of Sherī Åbbās’s nipples, causing her to squeal as she tried to pinch her back.

Laughing, they all finished showering and got dressed.

As they dressed and began to leave the locker room, Samīnah Ħabīb moved over next to Sherī Åbbās to ask her a question.

“Sherī Åbbās,” she asked, “how do you control guys so that they don’t go too far?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” she replied. “You just make sure that they think there’s a chance that they might succeed and they’ll go along with anything.”

“But what happens when things start to get too far along?”

“Well, either you like them and go along or you don’t like them and you fight like crazy,” Sherī Åbbās laughed.

“Yeah,” Della Christ commented, “when was the last one you fought like crazy because you didn’t like him?”

“Well,” Sherī Åbbās answered, “at least I know before I go out with them if I’m going to like them. Not like you, finding out when it’s too late to do anything about it.”

Della Christ grimaced.

“Dearie, Durgesh and even the other Hindus are not so easily available to us Christian and Jew Beauties as they are available to you Musalmān Beauties.”

Sherī Åbbās laughed.

“We Musalmān Beauties know you Christian and Jew Beauties are immensely jealous of us.”

“You mean you’ve let some of them do what they want?” Samīnah Ħabīb inquired.

“Of course I have,” Sherī Åbbās responded. “If I didn’t, they’d all know that I was just a tease and nobody would want to go out with me.”

“Hah,” Della Christ said, “you do it because you love it and you know it.”

“Well, so what,” Sherī Åbbās retorted, “at least I get it from people I choose, not just whoever chooses me.”

“I like the guys I go with,” Della Christ replied. “What about you, Samīnah Ħabīb, ever had been with a guy?”

“No, not like that. I haven’t. I mean, I’ve made out with some of the boys I’ve gone out with, I’ve just never gone any further.”

“Well, neither have I,” Padminī Tripāŧhī chimed in. “I’m sure I will when I’m ready, I just wasn’t born always horny like these two,” she said laughing.

“I wasn’t born horny, I just ended up that way,” Sherī Åbbās laughed. “I’ll bet that before the University year is out, both of you end up losing your cherries. Face it, you’re cheerleaders now. Every guy in University wants to be with a cheerleader. You’ll have your pick of them, after I do, of course, then you’ll end up doing it with someone.”

“I don’t know,” Samīnah Ħabīb said. “I always thought it’d be with someone special the first time.”

“Who’s to say it won’t be,” Della Christ replied. “It can be really nice. Believe me, I know. It doesn’t have to be tawdry at all.”

“There’s nothing tawdry about me,” Sherī Åbbās declared, “I just like boys. I’ll tell you what,” Sherī Åbbās said with a sly grin, “Friday night I’ll let you guys hide in my house and you can watch Durgesh making out with me. My parents are away for the weekend so they won’t be there. What do you say? You can hide in the study and I’ll get Durgesh to make out with me in the living room.”

“I’ll be there, you can bet on it,” Della Christ said laughing. “How about you two, you going to join me?”

“Sure,” Padminī Tripāŧhī said. “I think it’ll be funny that Durgesh won’t know we’re watching him. You gonna come, Samīnah Ħabīb?”

“I guess so,” she replied. “It seems sort of weird though, peeping on people making out.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Sherī Åbbās said. “Maybe you’ll get some pointers.”

With that they all went their way as they walked home.

As Samīnah Ħabīb lived in the opposite direction from the other three, she walked home by herself, reflecting on her new friends.

They were always nice to her but she still felt a little like an outsider.

Face it, she was.

I’ve only been here a month, Samīnah Ħabīb reminded herself.

They’ve known each other for years.

As she continued on her way, Samīnah Ħabīb thought about how happy her parents had been to move to Friend, Nebraska.

She couldn’t believe it when they had told her and Durgesh that they were moving from Portland, Oregon to Nebraska.

It had seemed like a move in the wrong direction.

Midterm 2012 was due in India now.

Samīnah Ħabīb was worried that her Abbū, Muħammad Ħabīb might lose to her own Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm.

Her Abbū, Muħammad Ħabīb, was stupid enough not to resign from Indian National Congress.

He still thought inanely that UPA would return to power.

Samīnah Ħabīb’s Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm, laughed.

“Anna Hazare and his team have already caused Indian National Congress to lose Assembly Elections in five states, Goa, Punjab, Uttarakhand, Uttar Pradesh and Mañipur. You still believe UPA can return to power. You are foolish.”

Padminī Tripāŧhī watched her father, Rām Sharañ Tripāthī.

He was fighting from Ayodhya parliamentary seat from Indian National Congress.

Padminī Tripāŧhī was worried that there were more than ninety percent chances he could lose to the BJP candidate.

Muħammad Åbbās was fighting from BJP there.

He has promised to his voters to build Rām Mandir at Ayodhya.

Now it seemed as though she could hardly remember Oregon anymore.

Nebraska was really nice, open and no rain all the time.

The people were a lot more open than they had been back in Oregon and it wasn’t as square as she had been led to believe.

Just as she got to the street she lived on, Samīnah Ħabīb heard her name shouted from behind.

Turning around, she saw it was I, marching to catch up to her.

Samīnah Ħabīb really loved me.

I was so good- looking and nice.

Everyone seemed to like me.

I was medium, yet athletic, always did great at everything I tried.

As I caught up to her, I grabbed her in a big hug and swung her around.

“I’m going to be the starting quarterback,” he announced gleefully. “They told us today.”

“Oh, Durgesh, I’m so happy for you,” Samīnah Ħabīb said, hugging me fiercely. “Now I’ll really have a reason to cheer.”

“How’s cheerleading going?” I inquired. “Is it as much fun as you hoped it would be?”

“Well, it’s a lot more work than I thought, but I like the Musalmān Beauties and it’s a good workout. In fact, I’m going out with some of them Friday night,” she said, deciding that it was going to be fun watching Sherī Åbbās in action.

“What about you, any dates in mind yet?” she asked me.

“We’ll see,” I smiled. “I want to see what being quarterback brings my way. You found anyone yet?” I teased, knowing how shy she was.

“I’m not in any hurry,” Samīnah Ħabīb said. “Besides, no one’s really paid any special attention to me yet.”

“They will, especially when they see you out there jumping around in your cheerleading outfit.”

Then we went into the house where Samīnah Ħabīb’s Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm, was beginning to fix dinner.

As Samīnah Ħabīb began to help with the dinner, she told her of her day in University, I being especially proud of having earned the starting quarterback position on the Literary team.

“Muħammad Ħbīb will be real proud of you,” Attāhirah Al Kulsūm said. “He called and said he’d be a little late tonight, so we’ll eat before he gets home.”*

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I had replaced my fingers with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

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Arzumand Jahāngīr felt herself smile shyly at me.

I was moving closer to Arzumand Jahāngīr.

I wanted to kiss her again as I’d done the other night.

We were about to lock lips when we heard loud noises.

It was the car behind us honking.

It looked like the streets were open again.

I quickly put the car on drive and I raced home.

I was going to make love to Arzumand Jahāngīr tonight.

There was no doubt about that.

Arzumand Jahāngīr knew what was going to happen as well.

She was ready for it.

She was prepared to have I make love to her.

The siblings drove home full of raging desires for one another.

This time we weren’t going to let anything stop us.

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The sky above us looked clear as if it had never rained.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was eager to get inside and show I just how much she loved me.

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I turned the lights on.

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My body felt so strong, so good against her petite body.

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My hands were on her shoulders and she reached with her own hands to place them on me.

“I-I love you too Durgesh,” she said nervously.

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I was finally getting my fantasy to come true.

I had her to myself, finally.

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I leaned down to kiss her.

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Arzumand Jahāngīr let herself go, accepting me kiss once again.

My kiss had left her wanting me more.

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Arzumand Jahāngīr and I both moaned while we kissed so erotically.

Arzumand Jahāngīr wasn’t sure if it was the fact that, she was kissing me that got her so turned on, or the fact that she was truly in love with me.

I didn’t see Arzumand Jahāngīr as my maternal cousin , I saw her as a beautiful young Musalmān lady that wanted me .

And I wanted her.

Arzumand Jahāngīr broke our kiss and tightened her hold she had on my waist.

“Durgesh, let me make love to you.” Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t believe it herself that she was speaking out her true feelings.

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My little maternal cousin wanted to ride my Uncut Hindu Cock!

She had already succeeded.

She made me to do it in the car.

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Oh, fuck that was hot!

I grabbed my maternal cousin and lifted her up in my arms.

Arzumand Jahāngīr gasped at first taken by surprise.

“Let’s go to my room,” I said as I carried her.

In my room, I kicked off my shoes and moved towards Arzumand Jahāngīr like a mad man.

Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t resist my touch.

We kissed with hungry kisses and Arzumand Jahāngīr was losing herself more with me than with any other man she’d ever been with.
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Arzumand Jahāngīr’s nipples were small and thick in a dark pink color.

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She was so ready for anything I was willing to give her.

She’d never really had a chance to make love to a man she really loved.

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My precum was getting all over her legs but she didn’t care.

She loved my Durgeshly juices on her.

Though she kept wondering what my Hindu cum would feel like inside her.

“Mmmm yes! Squeeze my nipples Durgesh darling,” She rasped out.

I moved from one nipple to the other taking turns squeezing them.

I cupped each breast with one hand as I kissed them.

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“Are you on birth control or do you want me to wearing protection?” I asked in the heat of the moment.

Arzumand Jahāngīr just gave me a devilish grin.

“I’m on the pill, dear.”

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She couldn’t believe she was finally here, making love to me .

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was now adjusting to my size and more letting her enjoy this wonderful lovemaking.

“Yes! Oh, that’s it! Keep riding me baby!” I was breathless.

“Mmmmm your Uncut Hindu Cock feels so good!” Arzumand Jahāngīr exclaimed as she fucked My Uncut Hindu Cock harder now, pouncing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot so hard making my balls move up and down.

She’d clench her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot on my Uncut Hindu Lund making me want to lose control.

I suddenly felt my balls tighten with sperm ready to shoot out into my maternal cousin’s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

I was going to cum hard.

I just knew it!

I shut my eyes tightly for a few seconds as I was starting to release my Hindu cum.

“Mhmmmmm Arzumand Jahāngīr! I’m cumming! I’m fuckin’ cumming!” I groaned loudly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr accelerated her speed and felt me shooting out my Hindu cum all inside her.

She felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body jolt for a minute as she took my shot of cum.

It was incredibly sexy.

I felt as if I was shooting out gallons of cum.

I’d shot out at least 6 times long angry ropes of cum.

I’d wanted Arzumand Jahāngīr for days now and now I saw what she could do to me.

“Oooh yes! Put your Hindu seed in me Durgesh. Ooooh I have it in me! Look I’m taking it! Oh fuck!” Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her own body tense.

She was reaching an amazing climax right there on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot clasp my Uncut Hindu Lund hard and her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body shook madly.

She looked at me as she came.

“Yes baby, cum on my Uncut Hindu Cock. Fuck yes!” I grabbed her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts harder feeling her nipples erect more as she was finishing her orgasm.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt herself weaken after an intense orgasm.

She laid her head down on my chest.

She could hear my heart beating rapidly.

She was so out of breath and spent.

I just ran my Uncut Hindu Lund through her hair as I held her close to me.

“You’re amazing Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I murmured.

Arzumand Jahāngīr moved looking up at me.

“I love you Durgesh. I think I love you more than I’ve ever loved any man.”

I smiled.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I want to be with you.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed my lips lightly. “I’m scared Durgesh darling. What if we fall deeply and madly in love?”

I didn’t respond.

I just stroked her pretty face and let her lay her head back on my chest. “It’s too late Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m already deeply and madly in love with you,” I finally responded.

Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed brushing her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips on my chest.

She was fearful of what the future had in store for us, yet she was so intrigued by being her my lover.₄

Arzumand Jahāngīr rested on top of me feeling my Uncut Hindu Cock soften inside her.

She brought herself up laying down next to me as we stared into each other’s eyes.

She kept thinking of all the times we used to fight when we were younger.

I used to pull her bra and she’d chase me around the house.

I used to tease her when she wore her braces. Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled to herself as she recalled those Moments.

Never in her life had she imagined she’d be like this.

In love with me.

“How do you think we can get away with this relationship?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked as she ran her finger on my lips.

“I don’t know. We have to be very careful Arzumand Jahāngīr.” My gaze was on her pretty face with my hands on her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

“You mean we have to sneak around?”

“Well sort of. Yes, I guess you can say that. At least for the time being.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes saddened.

“I hate the fact that we’ll have to sneak around. I’d love to be able to tell anyone how much I love you.”

“Even Mumānījān and Māmūjān?” I asked raising my eyebrows.

Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed as she cringed. “Well I guess not everyone.”

I held Arzumand Jahāngīr closer to me.

I’d watch her grow up to be a beautiful young lady.

She had grace, style and beauty all in one package.

How could any guy resist her?

“Arzumand Jahāngīr. We’ll worry about that later. Right now, I just want to have you next to me. Like I have been wanting for that past week.” I said kissing her forehead.

“DURGESH, it’s so strange how we fell in love, don’t you think?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked stroking my hair.

I kissed her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips tenderly.

“Yes it is. I wish the circumstances were different.”

“Oh Durgesh, why does life have to be so cruel, yet so kind? I mean I think it’s cruel for it to fall madly in love with you, and kind that I’ve found a man like you to love, to cherish.”

I just held Arzumand Jahāngīr tightly feeling her warmth.

She felt so womanly, yet so much like a young child.

The aroma of our sex was all over the room and I loved the sense it brought.

“I’m gonna take a shower Durgesh.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said sitting up.

I raised myself up from the bed.

“Can I take one with you?”

Arzumand Jahāngīr blushed.

“I’d love to have you in the shower with me.”

“Alright then!” I cheered.

We walked into the shower, still half clothed.

Arzumand Jahāngīr turned on the shower making it a nice hot one.

The water started to run warm and then hot making the room steamy.

I stood before my maternal cousin and slowly raised her dress.

My hands slid on her firm bottom feeling it, fondling it.

Arzumand Jahāngīr giggled as I touched her gorgeous glorious excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

“Mmmm I never thought you’d be touching my butt like this.”

I lifted her dress up over her taking it all off.

“Well, I never thought I’d want you so much.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr stood there completely naked.

Even though the room was hot, her nipples were hard.

I was almost breathless looking at my maternal cousin naked.

Eīshān, God, she looks delicious I thought to myself.

Her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts so firm, her tummy so flat, her skin so soft and delicate.

“You’re so beautiful, Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m falling more in love with you each second.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr held me close to her naked skin. “I love you Durgesh. I love you so much.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr began pulling out the rest of my shirt.

Somewhat of it was still tucked in my loose open pants.

I stood back as Arzumand Jahāngīr unbuttoned my shirt.

She did each button slowly never taking her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes off me.

Finally, with the last button my shirt came open exposing my hard chest.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes devoured my manly body.

Her hands moved down to my pants sliding them off leaving me in my boxers.

I stepped out of my pants and took off my socks.

I grabbed Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s hands and put them on my waist pushing them down slowly removing my boxers.

She felt herself gasp looking at me there, completely naked.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was hard again.

Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled modestly.

“Come on; let’s get in the shower, before the hot water runs out.” I said playfully.

We both stepped into the steamy water together.

I stood behind Arzumand Jahāngīr holding her under the waterfall.

I watched her hair get wet as the water hit us.

Her wet young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body was close to me.

I ran my hands up and down her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Arzumand Jahāngīr closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes feeling my hands roaming every part of her.

She reached out to grab the spring smelling bar of soap lathering it in her hands.

I grabbed it from her hand.

I glided my hands on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s breasts letting the soap suds run down her chest.

Arzumand Jahāngīr leaned her head back and our lips met for a sensual kiss.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s hot young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body tingled with feelings of hot lust for me.

Yes, touch me more. Don’t ever stop Arzumand Jahāngīr thought to herself.

I kept lathering up more soap and ran my hands down Arzumand Jahāngīr’s body making sure she was covered up with soap bubbles.

The scent of soap filled the room reminding us that it was just us, alone in the shower.

Arzumand Jahāngīr turned around letting her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes meet with me.

She pressed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body against my letting the suds get on my body.

We began to kiss losing ourselves under this wonderful rain of water that covered us, protected us from the real world.

The soap was washing off our bodies slowly.

I looked over to my right to grab the bottle of shampoo.

I smiled down at Arzumand Jahāngīr as she looked up at me with admiring eyes.

I poured some of Arzumand Jahāngīr’s apple smelling shampoo on the palm of my hands and placed it on her hair.

Arzumand Jahāngīr chuckled softly as I began to wash her hair.

My hands massaged her head as I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund lightly on her hair.

I stared down at Arzumand Jahāngīr.

She was so gorgeous standing there naked as I washed her hair.

Arzumand Jahāngīr tossed her head back slightly letting the water wash off the shampoo.

I just observed this beautiful sight.

The shampoo ran down her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body slow like honey.

I grabbed the bar of soap again lathering it up once more to start rubbing Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot with it.

Arzumand Jahāngīr whined softly feeling me washing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

My hands gently ran up and down her wet slit.

She got a hold of the soap and returned the favor.

She got a handful of suds and placed her hand on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

She stroked it up and down washing me up.

I bit my lip enjoying Arzumand Jahāngīr’s touch.

Arzumand Jahāngīr took the bottle of my shampoo and got a handful of it as she started washing my hair.

I laughed as she reached her little arms up lathering up my hair.

I picked her up a little as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“I love being here with you,” I whimpered.

“I want this moment to last forever, “Arzumand Jahāngīr responded holding me tightly.

I dipped my head under the water letting the shampoo wash off my hair as it fell onto us both.

Arzumand Jahāngīr helped by rinsing my hair out.

I carefully turned around as I carried Arzumand Jahāngīr in my arms.

I placed her back against the tile wall.

“I want to be inside you again Arzumand Jahāngīr.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed me softly.

“Yes. Make love to me again Durgesh.”

I adjusted her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body and immediately plunged my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her sensitive excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Arzumand Jahāngīr let out a loud moan as I entered her once again.

I began to thrust my hips madly as my Uncut Hindu Lund quickly entered and exited her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

We kissed passionately as we made love while the water continued to bathe us.

I loved the way Arzumand Jahāngīr’s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot swallowed up my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I could feel her still so tight and warm.

I never wanted to take my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her.

I wanted to be in her eternally.

Arzumand Jahāngīr held on to me tightly as I made love to her.

It was so erotic making love in the shower.

She’d always fantasized about doing that someday, but now that day was here.

She was glad to be able to share it with such an amazing person, DURGESH, her Hindu lover.

“You feel so good. I want to explode in you again, Arzumand Jahāngīr.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked at me with love.

“Do it Durgesh, my Hindu Love. Just let yourself cum into me. I want to take it all again.”

A few more thrusts and I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock spurting out cum right inside Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Each shot of my Hindu cum that Arzumand Jahāngīr took from me, made her shudder.

Chapter 13

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Yåqūb Family-2

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Yåqūb Family

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

My wife Nāzimah Yåqūb and I, Muħammad Yåqūb; got married five yeas ago.

We are happily married except only one problem.

I suffer from pre-mature ejaculation.

Earlier, we had sex very often and I could satisfy her easily.

But, since she gave birth to a girl child, her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy became slightly loose.

I stopped feeling the previous tightness around my already cut Musalmān Cock, each time we fucked.

On top of that my premature ejaculation!

No wonder our sex life hit rock bottom.

It was very bad, actually worst, for the great Yåqūb Family.

If we had sex even once in a month, I could thank Allah for it.

Naturally, I got addicted to reading Ashvinātam sex stories online in
the office and jerking off once and even thrice everyday in the office toilet.

Why Ashvinātam sex stories online only?

Because only they were scientific, natural, realistic, and psychologically best of all of the remaining sex stories even.

Meanwhile my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, was getting frustrated, because she didn’t get much sexual release, even though I made her orgasm with my fingers each time we had sex.

There was a huge football field where we live.

Every Weekend, it was taken over by immigrant Hindu workers from countries like, India, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka and Africa.

So if you go that side after 6pm on a Saturday or Sunday, it’s like an area oozing Hindu male smell.

The whiff of Hindu male bodies, sweat and musky smells is overpowering.

Plus if a Musalmān female walks past, there were easily thousands of lusty, sex-starved Hindu eyes watching her every move.

Although my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, didn’t like to walk past the football field on weekends, I liked to walk in the middle of all these Hindu men staring at my wife’s extremely beautiful female Musalmān body.

It gave me a strange thrill and always brought my, otherwise impotent cut Musalmān Cock to attention.

We had to cross the field to go to the other side, where there were vegetable and fish markets and the supermarket was also there.

One weekend a friend of mine volunteered to look after our daughter, so that we could have a romantic dinner on our own.

We were quite happy to be alone in privacy.

We went to this nice bar to have a few drinks.

I only drank beers but my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, gobbled one after another
glass of wine and even a few gin and tonics.

We didn’t even bother about dinner.

But after four hours of drinking and chatting, we were feeling no pain.

Especially her.

In fact, my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, couldn’t even walk properly and I had to support her on my shoulder.

Anyway, we decided to go for a stroll to clear our heads before reaching our home.

So we got off the taxi and started walking.

It was about 1 AM now and the football field was empty.

On the far side of the field, there was a big banyan tree.

We were behind the tree.

I kissed her, knowing fully well she wouldn’t care what I did in her intoxicated state.

I pinned her to the tree trunk and started groping her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs.

She just mumbled something and slumped off.

I was very pissed off.

Not only had she left me high and dry but she had also passed out.

I didn’t know how to carry her to our house which was a good 10 minutes
walk.

And Nāzimah Yåqūb was not very light weight either.

So I thought, I would leave her there and get a taxi.

We were on the road side anyway so it would be easier for me as well.

I jumped off the road and waited for a taxi.

I saw one taxi parked slightly off the road about 200 yards away so I ran and got him to turn around.

I asked him if he would help me get my wife in the taxi.

He reluctantly agreed and we walked down to get her up.

But Nāzimah Yåqūb was not alone anymore.

I was shocked and excited at the same time.

Three native looking Hindu men were around her.

They were all fully clothed but their Uncut Hindu Cocks were out.

I could see in the street light, their dirty, unwrinkled Uncut Hindu Cocks.

One enormous Uncut Hindu Cock was about to enter my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s loose Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

I saw in amazement as this Hindu worker rubbed his black Uncut Hindu Cockhead on her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussylips and slowly eased it in.

The entire length of the Uncut Hindu Cock which was about eight inches long and at least four inches thick entered my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s sloppy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Another Hindu worker had somehow worked his slimy Uncut Hindu Cock between my wife Nāzimah Yåqūb’s lips and was smearing his Hindu pre cum all over her extremely beautiful Musalmān face.

The third Hindu worker was hitting her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs with his large Hindu dong as his Hindu pre cum leaked all over her expensive clothes.

The three Hindu men noticed us and without realizing that I was her husband, invited us to enjoy their loot.

The taxi driver, a filthy looking Hindu man in his 60s, was over there in seconds and had chucked his trousers to reveal a fast enlarging veiny Uncut Hindu Cock.

He smiled winking at me lewdly, and at the other three, before telling them my real identity that I was the husband.

The Hindu who was rubbing his Uncut Hindu Cock over my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, came over to me and without a word pushed me down on the ground.

He held my head from the ears so hard that I thought my ears would be torn out.

Then he moved my head to his Uncut Hindu Cock, which smelled so bad that I couldn’t breathe for a minute.

He forced my mouth open with his purple Uncut Hindu Cock which was hard as steel and started fucking my mouth like it was a Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Muħammad Yåqūb, the head of the great Yåqūb Family, the great multi business magnet, was being mouth fucked by a dirty Hindu worker!

Who could have believed it?

Yet, it was true.

It was happening.

The Hindu taxi driver too, came to my side and fed me his pre-cum leaking Uncut Hindu Cock alternately from the other Hindu worker.

The one worker fucking my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, grunted loudly in his religious Sanskr’t language, which could only mean that he was emptying his Hindu balls into my wife Nāzimah Yåqūb’s fertile Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Once he came, his Hindu friend took his place and shot his Hindu load also into my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

The three Hindu men then forced me to clean my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy with my tongue, and swallow all their combined Hindu sperms, mixed with my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān vaginal juices.

I had to do it.

To my utter surprise, I even enjoyed it all, very much.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

Was I a gay Musalmān?

I shuddered at the realization.

I loved that I was treated as I was.

Only when all of them had gone, did I realize that my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, was awake and smiling.

Still fingering her well lubed and fucked Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy she said,

“Muħammad Yåqūb, Bhāījān, go and find some more Hindu workers for me.”

And I knew, I would comply, but not without testing (tasting?) the Uncut Hindu Cock myself first.

“Want to enjoy their Uncut Hindu Penis more?” I smiled at my sex starved, extremely beautiful wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb.

“You gay impotent,”she laughed, “What do you think, I didn’t watch you?”

I winked at Nāzimah Yåqūb,

“Let’s both enjoy our Hindu workers’ Uncut Hindu Penis.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed,

“One who fucked me in my ravenous Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, is named ‘Bishnoo’.”

“Oh, you know them?” I was excited.

“The second one, who fucked me in my ass first, is named ‘Brahmdev’.”

“Great!” I smiled.

“The third one, whom I sucked mostly, is named ‘Mahéshvar’.”

“Måshā Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!” I winked at my wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, “You are now Bhagvatī Mahālaxmī Bhārgav, Bhagvatī Sarasvatī, and Bhagvatī Pārvatī, all the three in one. Congratulations.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb looked at me perplexed.

“Did not understand?”

“No.” Nāzimah Yåqūb replied innocently.

“‘Bishnoo’, ‘Brahmdev’, ‘Mahéshvar’—Brahmā Vishñu Mahésh—the famous Tridev of the Hindus, themselves have fucked you today.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb burst into a laughter.

I also joined my wife, in her ecstasy.

It was somewhat difficult to find all the three of them.

But it was necessary to save our skins and names.

Taxi driver was easy to find.

In fact, he himself came to me,

“I have prepared the entire video with my mobile.” He smiled at me.

I looked at him gravely,

“Sit down.”

He sat on the chair in front of me.

“What do you want?”

“Ask what do we want.”

“Oh, so it all was preplanned?”

“What do you think?”

“You are not afraid of my powers?”

He laughed contemptuously,

“Your powers? Your powers? We fucked your extremely beautiful wife, Nāzimah Yåqūb, and you cleaned our juices from her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass, diving your tongue into both of them.”

“So what?” I asked him calmly.

“So what?” he almost spat at me, “If you want to experience more, just wait and watch.”

Chapter 3

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4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11

16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12

17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13

18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

88. Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

90. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

113. The everincreasing infinite lust

114. The women in my life

115. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

116. A Deep Conflict-1

117. I’m never ashamed of it

118. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

119. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

122. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

123. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

128.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

129. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6.The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11.The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

39. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

40. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

41. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

42. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

46. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

47. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

48.Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25

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