Ahal-Al Bayt-21

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

One Absolute submission

Enough of her naive outlook on sex survived, however, to question me.

“What about my husband? Don’t you care what he is to  do?”

“Darling, why should I care, if Ålī Abī Tālib can sacrifice as an extremely beautiful, Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān wife, for only his job, to me, as you are, it’s something he has decided to lose, not me. It’s your incompetent Musalmān husband losing his wife, not me.”

“He isn’t incompetent.”

I smiled,

“ You’re the best and sweetest piece of Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān meat that I’ve had in a looooong time, and I want only you tonight, and for as many times in the future as I can get into you.”

Despite herself, and her rapidly disappearing naiveté and shyness, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was very much pleased and even proud of these words heard from me.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī took them as a great compliment, and when I pulled her down on the bed, and began nibbling and kissing around her eyes, and ears, and down to her already erect, engorged nipples, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī found herself becoming hopelessly aroused once again.

This time, however, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī found that she wanted to make it even better for me, to justify to me and even to herself my compliments of how good Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī reached down and finding my already hardening Uncut Hindu Cock, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī pulled me up toward her already waiting Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

SHE had only done this once ever for Ålī Abī Tālib, and although it was clear that, he loved it and wanted her to continue; she had not liked the taste or sensation, and had not done it since.

Now, however, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī found that she wanted to do it for me.

She wanted me to have that sensation and to make it so good for me.

With one hand gently holding my Uncut Hindu Cock, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt down for my balls.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī held them in one hand while she stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock with the other.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was totally mesmerized with the size, color, and texture of my uncut Hindu manhood.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah  noticed the slickness of cum and her own body’s juices that covered the head of My Uncut Hindu Cock, but the sight and smell not only didn’t offend her, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī found to her surprise that that was also increasing her arousal.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī lowered her head and breathed in the musky smell.

Slowly but surely Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī took first the tender foreskin of my Uncut Hindu Cock and then the bulbous head, into her already salivating mouth.

And just to make it better for her, her body was already responding to this situation.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt her nipples tighten; her Sunni Musalmān Pussy was flooded.

What kind of slut was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī becoming anyway, and in so short an evening?

Despite these now rapidly disappearing qualms, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah continued to work my now hard Uncut Hindu Cock and stroke my balls.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt the head pushing at the back of her throat on the down stroke.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt the crown kiss the inside of her lips as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī pulled back.

She paused there each time and sent my Uncut Hindu Prick across the head, teasing the pre-cum out with my Uncut Hindu Prick and stroking the shaft with her hand.

Then Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī would sink back down until her nose was buried against my Hindu pubic bone.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī continued this until she felt me reach down and hold her head still.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī oval shed her lips and I started pumping myself into and out.

I was mouth fucking her now willing and obedient extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Very soon, after I started “mouth-fucking” her, I pushed myself about halfway into her mouth and held her still while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt the throbbing along the bottom of my Uncut Hindu Cock and the tightening of my balls as I came into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī continued sucking and stroking even long after I filled her mouth and throat with my large load of Hindu Vīrý.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was surprised and yet thrilled when I groaned as if I’d been stabbed, and fell back on the bed.

“Was that any good for you?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī whimpered.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Darling you just don’t know … that was the best blow-job I’ve ever had in my entire life … where did you learn to do that?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, despite her earlier abortive guilt feelings, was thrilled with my praise of her,

“Oh, Durgesh darling, actually I don’t like that; I never did that for anyone else before.”

“That’s unbelievable, you are just a natural Uncut Hindu Cock sucker then, you were meant to be a rich Hindu man’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān toy … and honey, I’m just the rich Hindu man to own you.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was again surprised by the sudden flush, the thrilling sensation that ran through her body when I talked about ‘owing’ her.

“What … I mean, what are you saying … about ‘owning’ me .. I don’t know what that means ….” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī stammered in confusion.

“What I mean, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī darling, is that I told your husband, Ålī Abī Tālib, that I would make him my chief salesman. I’d pay him that tremendous salary that he has never justified. But it would be only as long as I could get my hands on you and make you one of my ‘Musalmān Beauties.'”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was dumbfounded.

She could not believe it.

She stared at me in utter disbelief.

I smiled,

“Surely he told you that I wanted you this way, I know that he must have told you about the toenail polish, because you have that gorgeous slutty scarlet color on your toenails.”

Despite her already budding feelings of closeness and desire for more of my use of her, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was hurt and angry at what I was saying.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī had been betrayed by her Musalmān husband of six months, and only for my money after All.

Well, Ålī Abī Tālib had set this up, he had brought her to this point, he had surrendered her to my usage of her; so I had just better be prepared for the consequences of what I had started.

“Well, since it looks my husband thinks I’m a ‘whore’, for me to pimp out for my money, what does you owning me mean?”

“Now darling, don’t think that way. You’re not a whore. You’re just the sexiest Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān woman I believe I had ever met. You’re so far above that Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt of others, that I just had to have you, no matter what the cost.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī looked at me silently.

“I mean,” I smiled again, “ that I wanted to have something so new and fresh and sexy, like you. I had to have you, and I would have paid Ålī Abī Tālib twice what I paid, to get you. And make no mistake, I’m going to have you the way that I want you … I’m going to own you and your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body, and make you the object of my every wish, my every desire for you.”

What I was saying, the way that I was saying, the intensity in my Hindu eyes as I stared down at her, made the thrilling electric sensations course through her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body again.

“What will you ‘owning’ me entail, what will I have to do?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī asked, as her hand reached down for my already swelling Uncut Hindu Cock, and taking me into her dainty Sunni Musalmān hands, with her scarlet painted nails so vividly contrasting with the Hindu Uncutness of me.

I grinned with a wickedly lascivious grin down at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,

“Well, spread those white Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān thighs for me and I’ll tell you.”

Eager to hear more from me, and already in willing obedience to my Hindu desires for her, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah  rolled onto her back, and just as I had instructed her, opened her thighs to my desired entrance into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body.

“Take that big Uncut Hindu Lund and put me where it belongs, where it will spend so much time, put me into that little sweet white Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.” I said.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was dazed with Sunni Musalmān female lust, and with my plans for her.

So Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī took the mushroom shaped head in her hand, and put the head into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt’s opening.

“Now, push it in me, Durgesh,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī whispered, “ push it deepest in me, use me like you want … like you will … if that’s what you want, then make me yours.”

I, pushed my huge Uncut Hindu Cock, through the still tight lips of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt, and without pausing, I shoved forward, down deepest into her, until the mushroom head got its way against the mouth of her cervix.

I paused then, and let myself soak in the warm deep Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān confines of her belly, knowing that I once again has converted a Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Woman to Uncut sexing.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī will never again want Ålī Abī Tālib in her like this…

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī will not be just a rich Hindu man’s toy; Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī will be and has already become an Uncut Hindu man’s toy.

I was Already confident that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī will do whatever I demand of her, given enough time and breaking in.

I grinned to myself.

I pulled back Almost out of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s so-warm, but so-willing Sunni Musalmān Pussy, and then slowly, but surely, started thrusting into her, as I continued my dominance and my possession of my newest Panjvaqtā Namazī  Sunni Musalmān Woman conquest.

“What else will you want from me, what else will I have to do, if you own me?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked up at me, as I stops my deep-thrusting for the moment, with my Uncut Hindu Lund buried to the hilt in her deepest and now completely accustomed Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

“Well, darling, I’ll tell you what, the first thing is have my rings put on … well, really in you, like wedding rings, but different from what little boy Ålī Abī Tālib gave you.”

I hadn’t yet told Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, but I intended in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s case, to own her in a very real and readily apparent way.

I wanted to have her belong to me in such a way that anyone looking at her nude Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body, or even partially nude body would know immediately that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah ‘s body belonged to me.

It was not to punish her.

It was to punish Ålī Abī Tālib.

Naturally, I could not leave him scot-free.

I had proposed him to pimp his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān wife, and he had immediately agreed to it.

He did not even act hurt or surprised.

With my hold over Ålī Abī Tālib, I didn’t much care what he thought about it.

I was riding her bareback, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was not using any birth control at All.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was so sure nothing would happen this night, she had not even thought to bring her diaphragm.

“Durgesh, you know what I said earlier, when you first got inside me … about not using birth control. Well, I was serious about that, I can’t take the ‘pill’ and I usually wear a diaphragm when Ålī Abī Tālib & I do, you know, sex.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, darling girl. like I told you before, you just do what I tell you, and everything will be Alright. You know, don’t you, that when I’m ready for it, I’m going to breed you like my favorite mare. I’ll plant my son in your belly. Don’t you already know that fact in your mind?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah  looked up at me, as I pumped my Uncut breeding tool back into her already accepting Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body, and then as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī slowly licked her lips, tasting my cum there, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī nodded her head in submissive consent.

“Yes, I know now that’s what will happen, I’ll have your sons. Ålī Abī Tālib started this, not knowing what he was doing, but now that I’ve experienced you, we’ll finish it. You can do with me what you want. if you want me to open my thighs to you, at your command, that’s what I’ll do … if you want me pregnant with your sons, then whenever you want it, that’s what I’ll do. My body is yours, to use what you want. Now cum in me, fuck me hard and fast and cum in me again, because that’ what I want from you!”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah proved to be much more than even I had imagined, in her willingness to give herself, her body, her all to me.
Her total submission to my every desire, lead Ålī Abī Tālib to move Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah into my home permanently.

I had told Ålī Abī Tālib that this was the way things were going to be, and if he knew what was good for them, they would go with the flow.

I was so taken with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, and her willingness to do whatever I wanted, that I decided that I wanted to have my first son from her right away.

Sure enough, with my constant, every day fucking her, always bareback, within the first month after Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī moved in, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was confirmed knocked-up with my son.

When Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī found out that she was pregnant with My child, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah herself was thrilled beyond her words to express it.

Ålī Abī Tālib had opened the door, but she had consciously and willingly whisked through it, and now there would never be any going back.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī belonged to me, in every way that counted to her and me.

In her mind, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was mine to do as I wanted.

Even  my slightest wish for her was the most stringent command; and that was her life from now on.***

Ålī Abī Tālib was extremely hurt, surprised and dumb stricken when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī confronted him.

“You—” Ålī Abī Tālib gasped, “Durgesh told you that, and you believed him, Fātimah?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī looked at her six month husband scornfully.

“What do you mean?”

“You never even thought that it might be his strategy to be good in your eyes?”

“Oh, so you want to tell me, it’s false?”

“Absolutely, Fātimah, absolutely.” Ålī Abī Tālib was still hurt, “How can you even imagine me consenting ever to such a humiliating, such a debasing, proposal?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī watched her husband incredulously.

“You never consented to it?”

Durgesh never even dared to propose it to me.”Ålī Abī Tālib said gravely, “He knows me very well, far better, to dare to propose me such a thing.”

“But, Durgesh told you consented to it.”

“And you believed Durgesh?”

“If I had, why was I confirming it from you?”

Ålī Abī Tālib’s strained face showed relief ultimately.

“Fātimah darling,” Ålī Abī Tālib said gravely, “It’s the utmost ancient strategy of Hindus. They never believe that any non Hindu is worthy to have any woman for sex. Their basic book of religion, Ved, orders Hindus:

Udyachchhadhvamap raxo hanāthémām
naarīm SUKR’TE dadhāt.
Dhātā vipashchit patimasyai vivéd,
bhago rājā pur étu prajānan.’
‘Stand up/Raise ye. Smite away the demons. SET THIS WOMAN for WELL DOER. Inspired holder/guardian must know especially the husband for her. The well knowing politician come first/ahead for her genital organ.’
Ved: 4 Atharv Ved: 14/1/59

“Great, Ålī,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī appreciated her husband, “I never knew you can pronounce Vedic Sanskr’t so efficiently.”

“We all the Musalmeen must do it, Fātimah.”

“What?”

Hindus know Arabic, Persian, Urdu, almost every Muslim language, to the extent, that they out-excel even us Musalmeen in them.”

“Oh!”

“Have you thought ever why Hindus do it?”

“Never, sorry. Why do they?”

“To win the heart of you Musalmān Beauties. Why else?”

“Allah, but the Hindus succeed in it, very much, Ålī.”

“Yes, darling, I know. It’s a tragedy.”

“I know, most of us Musalmān Beauties dream to have a Hindu lover.”Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī looked in his eyes.

“I can’t blame you Musalmān Beauties for it, Fātimah.”

“You can’t?”

“Never. I know most of us Musalmeen blame you Musalmān Beauties for it, but I know they are unjustified.”

“I never knew you are so open minded, so broad mind and liberal.”

In her heart, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was feeling more and more content with intense hatred and venom for her so efficiently deceitful Musalmān husband, Ålī Abī Tālib.

She never told him that she had already overheard when I proposed Ålī Abī Tālib about her.

She was immensely shocked and dumb stricken when she saw and heard herself Ålī consenting to it immediately.

“It’s nothing to be open minded, broad mind and liberal.” Ålī Abī Tālib said, “Fātimah darling, I know, most of us Musalmeen never even thought to make ourselves competent husband for you Musalmān Beauties. We take you for granted even while we don’t deserve you.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī smiled.

“You are right, Ålī.”

She added to herself,

‘You beast Musalmeen never deserved us Musalmān Beauties. That’s why we have Hindu lovers. Thank you for acknowledging the burning fact .”***

Nādirah Sajjād was actually Rājesh Rājpoot’s Māmūzād Cousin, as Åāýéshah Siddīqah was.

She loved Rājesh Rājpoot right from the time we were in college.

She was also in the college tour I fucked Åāýéshah Siddīqah first.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah allowed me to fuck her only on one condition:

Durgesh, promise me first that you’ll never leave me till we both exist.”

Rājesh Rājpoot was dumbfounded,

Åāýéshah Siddīqah, you mean—”

“I’m sorry, Rājesh, I don’t want any more to change my boyfriend. You are not capable to keep me to yourself.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah smiled at Rājesh Rājpoot, “you surrendered me so easily to Durgesh. Durgesh never does it. None can make him to surrender his Musalmān Beauties to anyone else, until his Musalmān Beauty herself does not want so.”

“You don’t want Durgesh?” Rājesh Rājpoot was surprised.

“I love Durgesh, you know.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah smiled, “I surrendered to you because I can’t marry Durgesh. And I need a husband. Durgesh isn’t available to me always.”

Nādirah Sajjād looked at Åāýéshah Siddīqah contemptuously,

“Åāýéshah Bājī, You want Rājesh Rājpoot to be your husband while you continue to love and enjoy Durgesh?”

“Why does it matter to you, Nādirah Sajjād?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah flared.

“Because I love Rājesh Rājpoot.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah laughed,

Rājesh Rājpoot is more in love with his country than with us Musalmān Beauties.”

Nādirah Sajjād smiled,

Rājesh Rājpoot is more a patriot than a Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah was surprised,

“And you can adjust with it?”

“I’m also a patriot more, than a lover of Rājesh Rājpoot.” Nādirah Sajjād said gravely, “I know Rājesh Rājpoot can sacrifice me for India. But so can do I myself. I also can sacrifice me for India.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah looked at Nādirah Sajjād incredulously.

Nādirah Sajjād was always more patriotic than her.

Unlike the other persons of Ummat-e-Muslimah, Nādirah Sajjād hated Congress very much,

“Congress has done nothing for Musalmeen.” Nādirah Sajjād always said contemptuously, “It has replaced the British rule completely. The Congress persons behave like they are Black British.”

“Joining RSS like Rājesh Rājpoot?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah smiled at Nādirah Sajjād sarcastically.

Nādirah Sajjād laughed,

“And you think it’s wrong if I do it. Don’t you?”

“Nādirah,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah was really surprised now, “you are really surprising me.”

Nādirah Sajjād watched her gravely,

“I think, rather you surprise me, Åāýéshah Bājī.”

“I surprise you?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah asked Nādirah Sajjād incredulously.

“Yes, you married Muħammad Bhāījān, even after knowing what he is.”

“Well, don’t you sympathize with him, Nādirah Sajjād?”

“I would have. But he enjoyed what Durgesh, Shankar, Rājesh Rājpoot, Vikram and Niranjan did to his wives, Åāýéshah, Kħadījah, Ħafsah and Maimūnah.”

It was under compulsion.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah said, “Nādirah Sajjād, you should not hate my husband, Muħammad, for it. You must hate the Congress Member of Parliament, Shankar Pralayankar, who did it because he wanted to please Maulānah Muħammad Nadīm.”

“Even then you don’t hate Maulānah Muħammad Nadīm because he is a Congress Person.” Nādirah Sajjād charged Åāýéshah Siddīqah.

“Maulānah Muħammad Nadīm is the only personality we Musalmeen can approach against any Hindu man of power.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah said curtly.

Hindus are not as bad as the Musalmeen are.” Nādirah Sajjād rejoined, “Rājesh Rājpoot is a RSS man, yet he loves me to the extent he treats my Abbū, Maulānah Sajjād, with all the respect in the world.”

“Yet, the same Rājesh Rājpoot enjoys to fuck the Musalmeen of power in their Musalmān assholes.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah said curtly, “Doesn’t he?”

“Not the Musalmeen of power, NO.” Nādirah Sajjād too said curtly, “Only the Musalmeen of power who are anti India. And I love Rājesh Rājpoot for it.

That’s why I don’t love Durgesh even, while I know the Musalmān Beauties are crazy for Durgesh. I love Rājesh Rājpoot because he is more dedicated to India than even your Durgesh is, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Bhābhījān!”

“You are crazy.”

“No, I’m only Indian. And I’m proud of it that I’m an Indian.” Nādirah Sajjād said and raised her head high with immense self pride.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah looked at Nādirah Sajjād, surprised.***

Kħadījah requested me,

Durgesh, I’m starting the early shift tomorrow morning. I’m sorry. You’re going to have to get Fātimah off to University every morning for a few weeks. Will you please, darling?”

Kħadījah was not actually my wife.

Yet, she was not any less than a wife to me, even.

She was one of the countless Musalmān Beauties I lived together with, maintaining a healthy live in relationship.

“Ok,” I smiled, half-embarrassed for the hassle and half-excited by the prospect of being alone in the house with Kħadījah’s nubile young 18-year-old daughter, Fātimah, every morning while we were running around in various stages of undress.

I always knew very well Fātimah never accepted me her father.

Fātimah still loved her Abbū, Muħammad, though her Ammījān Kħadījah hated her legal husband Muħammad very much.

Even when Kħadījah was there, Fātimah almost drove me bananas, running around the house in less than she would be allowed outside with.

She might be Kħadījah’s daughter, but I wasn’t really into taboos and Fātimah was one hot little number.

I could only imagine what she did to my Uncut Hindu Prick in her queer mood when she teased me.

Fātimah did it deliberately to establish the fact in my mind that I was not her father.

Only her Ammījān, Kħadījah, sleeps with me.

The next morning at breakfast, Kħadījah reminded me,

“Remember now, Durgesh, please, if you let Fātimah miss the bus, you’ve got to take her all the way across town and that traffic is murder around the University.”

“Don’t worry about a thing, Fātimah. We’ve got it all under control, don’t we, Kid?” I grabbed my little hotsie and hugged her close.

“Oh, Durgesh.” The Sālī never called me even Durgesh Dad, she always called me ‘Durgesh’, “You’ve got to stop calling me a kid. I’m not a kid anymore. I’m legally an adult, now.” She stuck her chest in my face as if to prove that a fine set of firm little apples proved absence from the Kid Party.

“Yeah, my little baby is growing up. That’s for sure.”

Fātimah flashed me a grateful smile.

When Kħadījah had gone, I laid down the rules of the game.

“Ok, here’s how it’s going to work. Since you’re no longer legally a child, I’m not going to treat you like one. That means I don’t yell at you, nag you or continually remind you that you’re going to be late. It’s up to you to be responsible enough to get ready on time. If you do, then we’ll get along just fine and I will feel like giving you more freedom in many ways. If not, that means that you aren’t as grown up as you pretend and I’ll bust your ass like the little kid you’re acting like before I drive you to University. Deal?”

“Deal. You really aren’t going to yell at me?”

“That’s right.”

“And you will really bust my ass if I’m not ready?” Fātimah smiled impishly.

“That’s right.”

“I’ll report you.”

“For what? Child cruelty? I thought you wanted to be considered a grownup. This is how grownups act. You don’t see me yelling at your Ammījān to get ready, do you?”

“No, but she yells at you.”

“Yeah, but that’s just the way she is. I’ve accepted her as she is. It’s her weakness, darling. Your Abbū, Muħammad, left her because he could not bear her yelling at him.”

“And you can?”

“She loves me very much, and asks for my forgiveness too, whenever she loses control and yells erroneously.”

Fātimah looked at me with appreciation.

“I didn’t think you love my Ammījān this much, Durgesh.”

“Well?” I smiled, “Your Ammījān loves me too, and she is extremely beautiful.”

Fātimah laughed.

“And you are obsessed with extremely beautiful Musalmān ladies? Are you not?”

“Well, I think they love me, and I love them.” I smiled, “It has nothing to do with age or maturity. It’s just a mother thing. Now, I’m going to take my shower. You choose your path. Ok?”

“Ok.”

I left the door to our bedroom slightly ajar while I undressed so that an inquiring mind would be able to inquire.

Since our bathroom was in the master suite, I never bothered to close that door while I showered.

No one could see through to the bathroom from the hallway or into the shower stall without trying to, so there was no evidence that I was offering a view of my naked Hindu body to Kħadījah’s extremely beautiful teenage daughter, Fātimah, although that’s exactly what I was hoping would happen.

I made sure I always faced at an angle to the bathroom door as I showered, so anyone peeking around the corner wouldn’t be able to tell I could see them in the mirror I had placed in a far corner.

It allowed me a good view of the doorway and part of the bedroom.

I lathered up good and didn’t have to work very hard to get a lot of meat hanging between my legs.

Even at my 61, it was as active as it was when I was 18 only.

Just the thoughts of possibly doing a bit of unsuspected flashing were enough to keep it pretty hard.

Nevertheless, a little stroking emphasized the problem.

About five minutes into a good, hot shower, with suds galore making my Uncut Hindu Dick slick for the stroking, a movement out the corner of my eye caught my attention.

Fātimah was watching!

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Now my Uncut Hindu Prick pump went into overdrive.

I must have gained an inch in length and at least that much in girth as I realized my hot little vixen was not only gazing with awe at my Uncut Hindu pole I was stroking, there was also a lot of Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān female lust in her gaze.

If it wasn’t lust, something was making her hand drift toward her Sunni Musalmān crotch.

Fātimah must have taken my threat seriously, because she appeared to be fully dressed and ready to go at a time when she would normally still be dawdling around the house.

She had her skirt up and her hand in her panties, rubbing something very hard and fast, in time to my stroking.

Just to check the connection, I redoubled the heat of the beat and watched as she met my speed, stroke for stroke.

It was too much even for me.

My balls drew way up into my belly, as if reaching back for the granddaddy of all loads, then blew cum in great, slimy ropes all over the shower stall.

The first gob even sailed over the door and hit the mirror over the sink.

As soon as my eyes would focus, I sought out my mastur-buddy to see if she had made it.

And how!

Fātimah was leaning woozily against the door frame as if she were about to pass out, with her hand still rubbing at that thing.

By the time I finished taking an actual shower, she had gone and was sitting on the couch, knees together and books in lap, the perfect picture of a very responsible young Sunni Musalmān lady, ready for University.

“Well, well. Maybe somebody is growing up!” I observed.

“I told you I wasn’t a kid anymore.”

“I can certainly see that.” I smiled, with the memory of our mutual orgasm fresh in my mind, made a little more piquant by the knowledge that she had no idea I was aware that Fātimah had been involved.

The memory that she had been so turned on by watching me stroke my Uncut Hindu Dick made it start to swell again.

“In fact,” I continued, “You have done such a fine job of being grownup this morning that I’m going to take you to University, anyway, even without the spanking.”

“Oh, good! I hate that old bus. It’s so loud and the boys are so rude. They’re always trying to see down my dress or up it, or trying to find some way to rub my ass or brush against my tits.”

“Does your Ammījān know you talk that way around me?”

“No, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, will it?” She flashed me a challenging look as if to promise a wider relationship in the future.

“Can’t see how it would,” I agreed, wondering if my resurgent Uncut Hindu member was as visible to her as it felt to me. “Let’s go.”

Once in the car, Fātimah made the most of her new-found adulthood by letting her short skirt ride higher and higher until I could plainly see her naughty bit and the fact that she had pulled the crotch of her panties into the slot of her teen ager Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I stole glances at her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

She stole glances at my Uncut Hindu hardon.

We rode in a silently escalating haze of lust.

“Bye, Durgesh! Thanks for the lift.”

“Have a nice day, Fātimah darling! Take care!” I watched her hot little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass bounce across the campus while trying not to let my desire be too obvious to a blind man.

Wow!

This was going to be hard to keep under control.

It was clear that Fātimah was just aching to be fucked by me and she was responding to me as to any other swinging Uncut Hindu Dick, maybe even more so, with the hero worship kind of thing thrown in there for good measure.

That night, Kħadījah wanted to gloat.

She was certain that Fātimah would have really given me a hard time the first day, just to flex her muscles.

“Well, did we make the bus this morning?”

“No.,” I admitted.

“See! I told you it wouldn’t be easy.”

“Fātimah didn’t ride the bus this morning. Not because she missed it, but because she was ready so early to prove how responsible she could be that I took her to University as a reward. I’m also going to raise her allowance. Anybody that mature deserves a bigger allowance.”

“Oh, Durgesh. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Fātimah jumped into my lap, and smothered me with her hot Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān kisses.

Somewhat miffed at being shown up in the parenting department, Kħadījah  huffed, “Well! One blossom does not a Spring make!”

“No, my dear, but I think our little girl is growing up very fast and is ready to become much more responsible in every way. Aren’t you, Kid?”

“Yeah. Now that I know you will treat me like an adult, I don’t even mind you calling me ‘Kid’ anymore. When can I get my new allowance? Can we go to the mall tonight?”

“Whoa, young lady. Not so fast. Don’t you have University work?”

“Yes, but it’s already done. Nādirah came over after University and helped me with it.”

Ah, Nādirah. Just another of the hottest bits of teen Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān fluff ever left lying around to make strong of me weak at the knees from desire. “Nādirah, huh?” I squeaked, trying to sound casual.

The thoughts of Nādirah possibly joining Fātimah watch me scrub the skin off my Uncut Hindu Prick was almost enough to send a load down my pants leg right then.

“Ok, I guess we have time to run over there before bedtime. Do you want to see if Nādirah wants to go along?” I held my breath.

“Sure! That would be great!”

Kħadījah seemed somewhat miffed at being shunted aside.

“Well, I have to go to bed early so I can get enough sleep. This early shift is hard to get used to. Don’t wake me up when you come in. I’m going to bed now.”

“Don’t worry, dear. We’ll be as quiet as mice. You go ahead and get some rest while we’re out. See you at breakfast. Sleep well.”

Hopefully, Kħadījah didn’t notice the size of my Uncut Hindu hardon I was trying to hide from her, but I was making no effort to hide it from Fātimah who was almost openly licking her lips. ———————————————————— I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of this a long time ago.

Here I was, sitting ten feet in front of a dressing room full of hot, teenage Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy that was trying on outfit after outfit with insufficient regard to absolute modesty.

Both Fātimah and Nādirah graced me from time to time with innocent-looking flashes of skin that kept my blood boiling until the store closed.

Somehow, the curtain over the doorway never seemed to get quite fully closed.

“Gee, Durgesh. Thanks. I had no idea you were going to buy the store out for me.”

“Yeah, Mr. Durgesh. You didn’t have to buy those things for me, too, but I really appreciate them.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure, girls. Just watching you go so wild about all those clothes was a real treat for me.” You bet, I thought, and they knew what I meant, too, but by unspoken agreement, we left it that way.

They knew exactly what kind of “watching” they were being rewarded for.

The next morning, my Uncut Hindu Dick was so hard during breakfast that I was sure Kħadījah would notice something–if not the size of it, maybe the fact that it was hard for me to speak above a squeak, but she seemed oblivious to everything except her new job assignment.

I couldn’t wait to see if Fātimah would be peeking around the bathroom door again.

I was so hot from remembering yesterday morning in the bathroom, and the clothes buying session last night, that I almost got my Uncut Hindu gun before she showed up, but there she was–skirt up, pants down, finger in the old Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, and here I was, Uncut Hindu Dick up, hand pumping.

I hated to masturbate.

But I didn’t want Fātimah to lose her otherwise extremely moral character only for sex.

I told her Ammījān Kħadījah so many times that Fātimah is young now, but she acted very irresponsible to her own daughter.

She was more interested in making money now, than in making her daughter.

Kħadījah was 36 now, but even at this age, she did not understand, what her daughter needed.

In what seemed like no time, I could no longer hold it back.

Cum flew everywhere.

It took a good ten minutes to clean all the cum off me and to wipe off all the gobs spattered around the bathroom.

Wouldn’t do to let my dear Kħadījah find that much cum scattered about, now would it?

When I finally made it downstairs, expecting to see Kħadījah’s model daughter waiting on the couch, all ready to go, she was nowhere in sight.

“Fātimah! Where are you?”

“I’m sorry, Durgesh. You bought me so many new outfits, I can’t decide which one to wear today. Can you come help me?” she called down from her room.

I checked my watch.

We still had a few minutes to spare.

“Ok!” I yelled, sprinting up the stairs.

As I entered the room, Fātimah was bending over the bed, wearing only her new thong panties and the push-me-up bra I had bought for her last night.

Her bed was covered with the other things I had bought.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the perfection of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, except to sneak quick peeks at her firm tits, spilling over the top of the skimpy bra.

“Which one do you like the best, Durgesh?” my pride and joy asked impishly, standing in front of me nearly nude and holding first one dress, then the other, in front of her luscious Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

A body, in fact, that I personally knew had been racked by a tremendous orgasm no more than fifteen minutes ago.

I tried not to have another one myself, as I watched.

“What difference does it make, Fātimah darling. You’re eventually going to wear them all, so why not just close your eyes and pick one out for today. Besides, you don’t want to be late and have to get that spanking I promised you, do you?”

“Would you really spank me, Durgesh?”

“Have I lied to you about anything else? I told you if you got yourself ready on time I would reward you in many ways and would also treat you like an adult in many ways. You got your reward and your adult treatment, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Durgesh,” she answered in an impish voice.

“Well, don’t take too long or I’ll have to put you over my knee.” I saw her eyes sparkle at the thought and sort of expected what was going to happen.

“I just can’t decide,” she declared, as she pranced around the room, grabbing one outfit, then another, to hold against her almost nude body as she modeled for me.

“Ok. that’s it, young lady. Time’s up. I’m afraid you’ve missed your bus and I must keep my end of the bargain by punishing you. Come here and bend over my lap.”

“Oh, Durgesh, Durgesh. Please don’t hurt me. I was just so excited by all the nice things you bought for me and wanted to show them off to you. Please don’t spank me.”

However, as she talked, she was moving forward quickly to lie across my knees, with her delicious extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass pointing right in my face and those rock-hard tits pressing into my Hindu thighs.

I laid my hand on her hot extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass and squeezed gently a few times while Fātimah wiggled around on my quickly expanding Hindu erection.

My first blow brought a very surprised yell.

“OW! Durgesh! OW! You’re killing me!”

“No such thing, young lady. This will teach you to waste your time and not meet your obligations.” I felt the heat of my first blow rising from her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass before smacking her again.

“OW! Durgesh! That hurts.”

“Hush, now, and take your punishment like a grownup. You earned it and I’m going to see that you get it.” By this time, my Uncut Hindu Dick was hard enough to raise her off my lap. There was no question she could feel it rubbing against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān belly.

Smack! Smack! Smack! I rained blow after blow on her rapidly reddening ass cheeks as she tried valiantly to take it.

I began to rest my hand longer and longer on her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks after each blow, squeezing the firm flesh and pulling her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips apart.

Gradually, I rolled her panties down so that I was smacking her bare extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass and kept working my way lower and lower toward her dripping Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

It was plain that the eroticism of the situation was getting to her.

Fātimah had stopped crying and was plainly getting into it–squirming around on my trapped Uncut Hindu Dick and pushing back into my hand whenever it was near her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips.

We got off together.

She went absolutely rigid and stuck her legs straight back, trapping my hand between her thighs as she went over the top.

It was more than I could bear.

I went with her, flooding my clean chinos with a torrent of hot, Hindu cum.

“Well! I hope that taught you a lesson, young lady.”

“Oh, yes, Durgesh. I have learned my lesson. I’ll be good from now on. Will you take me to University now?”

“Just as soon as I clean up a little, dear.”

During the ride to University, she was a little more daring than yesterday, making no secret about absently rubbing her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, but not openly acknowledging it, either.

This promised to be a really wild ride.

On the way home the next afternoon, I stopped and picked up a couple of shortie bathrobes for Fātimah and myself.

There was no point in messing up her dress and cumming in my clean pants every morning, assuming that this was going to keep on happening.

My investment paid off handsomely the next morning.

Fātimah lounged openly in the doorway to the bathroom.

Her robe was wide open as she fingered her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, giving me the best view yet of her treasures as I stroked my massive Uncut Hindu manhood.

After I blew my nuts and she blew whatever it is that women blow, the robe came in very handy again, when she was still in it as the bus went by.

“Oops. Missed it again. Are you going to spank me again, Durgesh?” she asked somewhat wistfully.

“Yes I am, little lady. You have to learn to be more responsible.” I was going to tell her to lie across my lap again, but she was already crawling on board.

Somehow, her robe came open as she slid across my lap, and so did mine.

This put her bare tits directly against my leg, trapping my Uncut Hindu Prick between them.

I poured it on, just like the day before, and she reacted the same.

She wiggled, she bounced and she slid across my knees, pulling yet another gob of goo out of my overworked balls as she went off.

“How long can a man continue getting off twice a day before work?” I wondered.

Today, Fātimah had left her panties off completely as she toyed with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt all the way to University, in plain view of mine, but still without directly acknowledging she was doing it.

I was about to ask if she planned to go to University bare- assed, but as we approached the campus, she took a pair from her purse and slid them on.

“Bye, Durgesh. Thanks for the ride.”

Not a word from my apprentice flagellant about our mutual masturbation session.

“Any time, Kid.”

At breakfast the next morning, Fātimah asked,

“Can you help me with something, Durgesh?”

“Anything, Kiddo.”

She straddled my lap, opening her robe in the process and asked,

“The University nurse was telling us how to test ourselves for breast cancer, but I’m not sure I’m doing it right. Will you check it for me? I don’t want to get cancer.”

“Well, just let Dr. Durgesh check those puppies out. We’ll see if there is any chance that your tits are going to fall off any time soon.”

“Oh, Durgesh. You’re so funny” she giggled, as she performed some more of her patented squirming.

By the time I had completed a very thorough examination of every potential lump in my Fātimah darling’s tits, she had managed somehow to trap my sizable Hindu erection between her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thighs.

The head of my Uncut Hindu Dick was sticking up between my Fātimah darling’s thighs, rubbing against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit, while I fondled her tits.

Still, she made no overt acknowledgment of the fact.

Ok, if that’s the way she preferred it, so be it.

I was happy to enjoy her in any way that was comfortable to her.

If she needed to act as if we were performing a vital health service while I played with her tits and she rubbed herself off against my Uncut Hindu Prick, then who was I to question my good luck?

Predictably enough, it wasn’t all that long before she stiffened and clamped her legs together so tightly, I was amazed that my head didn’t just pop off.

I had been getting off so often lately that I might not have gotten my rocks that time if she hadn’t reached down and grabbed the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick to force it harder against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit as she came.

It worked.

She came, she saw, she conquered.

Fātimah matter-of-factly kept holding my scum-spurting Uncut Hindu head against her engorged Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips as she rode up and down on my lap.

When she rubbed the ropes of cum around on her belly and started licking her fingers, I shot another wad I had no idea I was saving.

Another ride to University with Fātimah rubbing her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit and slipping pants on at the last minute.

I could learn to like this if I tried hard enough.

The next morning, Fātimah was nowhere to be found.

There was no half naked teenager lounging in the doorway of the bathroom as I showered.

Had she suddenly had enough or decided that it wasn’t the right thing to do?

I was frantic.

I threw on my robe and ran down the hall to her room to see what was going on.

As I burst into her room, she was still in bed, apparently asleep, with the sheet down to her waist, uncovering two of the most beautiful tits I had ever seen.

I pulled the sheet the rest of the way off her luscious naked body.

“Fātimah! Get up! It’s late! You’ve overslept!”

She blinked her eyes open and made no mention of the fact that she was nude and my rigid Uncut Hindu Dick was sticking out of my robe right in her face.

“I’m sorry, Durgesh. I’ve been a very bad girl. I guess you’ll have to spank me again.”

Fātimah got on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, with her tight little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass almost touching my bursting Uncut Hindu Dick, waiting for her punishment to begin.

Oh, how I wanted to lean forward the few inches that separated us and ram the entire length of my enormous Uncut Hindu Dick in that sweet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy that was winking at me.

However, I somehow managed to control myself to the point of only resting it in the crack of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass while I smacked her cheeks.

After a few good smacks, she pulled forward enough to let my Uncut Hindu Dick fall below her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt and reached back with one hand to hold it against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips again, like she had done during our “breast cancer” checkup yesterday.

The combined effects of her riding my Uncut Hindu Dick and my slapping her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass caused us both to get off very quickly.

This was becumming a habit!

By unspoken agreement, we continued to pleasure each other every morning, without ever acknowledging that we were flaunting taboos.

Any time her Ammījān wasn’t around to see her, Fātimah would quite openly play with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy and her tits in plain view of my watching Hindu eyes.

Likewise, I felt free to be quite open in pleasuring myself at these times.

Kħadījah kept up her early-to-bed routine so she could be out of the house by six.

This left Fātimah and I together alone in the family room for a couple of hours every night.

She would curl her legs under her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass on the couch and stick two fingers in her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt while I stroked my massive Hindu hardon, as we pretended to watch TV.

One evening, as we got bolder and bolder, I stuck in a porno flick I had rented just for the occasion.

It showed a Hindu about my age pouring the coal to a young Musalmān girl that could have been Fātimah’s age.

Fātimah watched in fascination as the Musalmān girl sucked the Hindu off, then sat on his fat Uncut Hindu Dick.

My heart skipped a beat as Fātimah took all this in, and then came to sit next to me on the couch.

I’m still sitting there with my Uncut Hindu Dick in my hand and she is still pretending we are having a tea party.

She almost absent-mindedly reached a small hand out to touch my bursting Uncut Hindu Prick that seemed to grow even bigger when she touched it.

Her eyes grew wide as she found that she could barely reach around it with both hands.

I sat back and let her have full access to the Hindu Cock and balls, with no restrictions on how or what she might do with them.

She must have spent an hour just squeezing and stroking my big Uncut Hindu Prick.

She weighed my balls in her hands and measured all the dimensions of the “arm” she was holding.

It wasn’t the first time she had seen it, obviously, but it was the first time she “saw” it.

By the time she stuck a tentative tongue tip in my pisshole, she knew every mm of my Uncut Hindu Dick.

I sat very still, not wanting to disturb the Moment.

Whatever she decided to do was ok with me, whether it was to go to bed and dream of other things, or straddle me and fuck the hell out of herself on her Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Dick.

Either way was all right by me.

Very slowly, she bent her head forward, further and further, until the head of her Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Dick was completely inside her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, but her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth was so wide open that nothing touched me except her breath, which was driving me insane.

It was as close as I’ve ever been to blowing my nuts without touching myself or being touched.

She kept me in this condition for what seemed like an eternity, then slowly sat up, smiled at me and went to bed.

As hard as I was, and as close to coming as I had been, it seemed like I should do the same.

After the sustained subtlety of her lovemaking, a common jackoff seemed like some sort of sacrilege.

Somehow, I managed to calm my nerves sufficiently to drop off to sleep.

Kħadījah was snoring away beside me and I was greatly tempted to ram my Uncut Hindu Dick through her nightgown to relieve the intense pressure in my balls, but I thought I owed it to Fātimah to save it for morning.

As it turned out, I guess I saved it for myself as much as anyone, because the load I blew over the shower door was the most massive of my life.

What an explosion!

Fittingly, the first gob flew out of the shower stall and landed on Fātimah’s face as she watched her Durgesh do his morning jack off.

The rest of the morning was a repeat of the day before.

Fātimah now leaned openly against her door with one foot in my lap while she rubbed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt for me on the ride to University.

I could hardly wait for Kħadījah to go to bed that night.

The anticipation of the unknown delights in store for me with Kħadījah’s innocent young daughter, Fātimah, was driving me wild.

Without a word, Fātimah started the tape at a section she had cued up before I got home, then sat beside me on the couch, as before.

This time, however, she did not reach for my Uncut Hindu Prick, but kept her eyes on the porno, where the Hindu was going down on the young Musalmān girl.

“Oho!” I thought. “This is what we want.”

I slid to the floor between Kħadījah’s daughter’s thighs and gently stroked her silky legs that opened wide to allow me access to everything she had, just as I had done for her last night.

I reached into the end table where Kħadījah and I kept the massage oil we used to use before she changed her shift.

I warmed the bottle in my hands then spread it liberally on my Fātimah darling’s peach-fuzz-covered thighs.

Fātimah moaned as she settled back into the cushions and closed her eyes.

I slid her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass closer to the edge of the couch to give me better access to her dripping Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips and began a slow, teasing, exploration of every fold of her semi-virginal Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I used every trick in my book to titillate and torture her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I even slid one finger in her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt and another up her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass while rubbing my Uncut Hindu Prick over her fully aroused and erect Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.

I could feel it coming a long way off and knew that she was building up to a record shattering orgasm, before backing off, leaving her gasping for breath.

She looked at me with pain in her eyes, but wouldn’t finish it off herself, or ask me to.

She saw that it was payback for last night and recognized that the pain might well be worth it, based on the ferociousness of my orgasm this morning.

Our steadily escalating relationship took one more step the next morning, when Fātimah joined me in the shower.

As usual, she didn’t speak or acknowledge what she was doing.

She simply opened the shower door and came in.

She lathered herself thoroughly, then went to work on me.

When we were completely seduced, Fātimah reached between her legs and stuck my Uncut Hindu Dick between her legs so she could ride it like a wagon tongue as she rocked back and forth on it.

Fātimah hummed to herself as she rode and held it tight against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips without any attempt to slide it into the tight little heaven my balls were demanding for.

There was no surprise when she began shaking.

Her body had been giving off signals for five minutes that a nubile volcano was about to erupt.

I don’t know how long it had been since she breathed, or since I had, for that matter.

All I know is that my body seemed to be holding back a torrent of cum, to avoid turning it loose before the proper time.

When Fātimah finally cut loose, so did I.

My cum mingled with the suds at her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt as she wilted in my arms.

If I hadn’t caught her, she would have collapsed on the floor of the shower room.

I quickly rinsed us both off enough to prevent too big a mess and easily carried her light, lithe, body to her bed.

“Just rest a few minutes, Fātimah darling. I’ll call in sick for both of us and we’ll take the day off.”

I tucked her in as she curled up in a contented ball, with her finger in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, like she always used to do when she was younger.

What a treat! I lay beside her and held her in my arms while she slept, until a stray sunbeam caught her eye just right and wakened my sleeping Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān beauty.

“Oh! Hi, Durgesh” she piped, as if she weren’t completely naked and half lying across her Durgesh’s big Uncut Hindu Dick. “I had a little nap”, she informed me as she absent-mindedly stroked my Uncut Hindu Prick. “Wake up!” she shouted jokingly at my Uncut Hindu Dick as she slapped it into a full stand.

“Know what I’d like to do?” she quizzed as she continued to stroke my painfully distended Uncut Hindu Prick.

“What, Fātimah darling? Anything you want, you can do.” What could I deny this angel-faced Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān darling who was bringing me such intense pleasure that increased daily?

“I want to see if this Hindu thing will fit into me without tearing me apart.”

It was the first time she had openly acknowledged the idea of fucking me.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I asked, hoping against hope that she wanted it more than anything in the world.

“More than anything in the world!” she declared as she raised herself up to straddle my loins.

“In that case, we better help things along a bit. Come up higher for a minute. You’re going to need a little preparation.”

I pulled her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass toward me until she was sitting on my chin.

What a beautiful sight!

This pink passionflower that was soon to be split by my huge Uncut Hindu lovepole needed the advantage of a good kissing to get it ready.

When Fātimah could take no more kissing without dissolving, she looked me straight in the eye and raised her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass over the end of my Uncut Hindu Prick.

Slowly, very slowly, she lowered herself onto it.

Inch by fearsome inch disappeared inside her slender exbbSaåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body as I tried desperately to remain still when my whole being was urging me to ram it to the bottom of her tender Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

She must have done something ahead of time to get rid of that nuisance of a cherry, because there was no interruption of her steady ride to heaven.

Perhaps one of her masturbation had popped it for her, but without opening the road wide enough for my load.

Finally, she sat, triumphantly, astride my Uncut Hindu Prick, with the entire Uncut Hindu shaft buried within her tiny body.

“Look, Durgesh, I did it!” she beamed, as if she had managed to do a somersault for the first time.

The fact that my Uncut Hindu Dick was buried within the tightest, hottest, most fantastic Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān glove it had ever experienced was not mentioned.

For perhaps fifteen minutes, Fātimah just sat there in wonder.

A minor quiver ran through her body from time to time, but basically, she just sat there and let her extremely beautiful teenager Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body adjust itself to the intrusion of my enormous Uncut Hindu Prick.

When I began to wonder how long I could remain hard without motion of any sort, her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy started to make tiny spasms, clenching my Uncut Hindu Dick like a hand.

The spasms remained subtle, but increased in frequency until my back arched away from the bed, raising Fātimah high into the air.

“Ride me, Hindu boy!” she sang out as she kicked her heels into my Hindu thighs.

This was more than I could endure without relief.

Such a massive stream of cum flowed out of my Uncut Hindu Prick into the depths of her tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy that I wondered how it could stay in there.

My question was answered as she reached her own peak of ecstasy.

The contractions of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy caused by the intensity of her orgasm squeezed out not only my cum, but massive quantities of what must have been female cum.

The bed was soaked.

“Better clean that up before your Ammījān Kħadījah gets home.” I smiled at Fātimah.

Little did I know that Kħadījah had doubled back that morning, to check the progress of her plan.

“I wondered how long it would take for you two to get together.,” she said from the doorway.

Fātimah’s blood ran cold.

Chapter 22

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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

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

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. The everincreasing infinite lust

109. The women in my life

110. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

111.  A Deep Conflict-1

112. I’m never ashamed of it

113. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

114. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

115. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

116. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

117.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

118. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

119. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

120. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

121. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

122. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

123.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

127. 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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

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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


Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind–7

Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

It’s been years since my husband and I separated. Though there is no chance of us getting back together, we haven’t filed for divorce yet.

During these years, I’ve been no saint.

I was no saint ever.

My husband is right.

I love sex adventure with Hindus.

Not in singular, Plural.

At least three, in my three Sunni Musalmān holes, simultaneously.

I love it very much.

My priorities were Durgesh, Rājesh Rājpoot, and ACP Vikrānt Pratāp.

Sidrah Aħmad and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī were my best friends.

Ħumairah Qāzī has settled with her son Durgesh now.” I smiled to Sidrah Aħmad, when do you, Sidrah?”

“Never.” Sidrah Aħmad said contemptuously, “I have enough money and enough youth left in me still. I don’t need Durgesh even.”

I laughed.

“Why did you laugh, Āmnah?” her eyebrows implied her strong disapproval, “You think I need Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis still now?”

“Every one of us needs.” I smiled, “Once with Durgesh, all else is trash.”

“Nonsense!”

“He has incredible sex prowess. He is alone more than all the rest of mankind combined.”

Sidrah Aħmad laughed ironically,

“When are you, yourself, settling with Durgesh?”

I’ve had a couple of short-term relationships with couple of Hindus and quite a few onetime hook ups.

I fell in love with the first Hindu I was with, after the separation.

I haven’t been able to get him out of my heart still.

So any Hindu I’ve been with since, just doesn’t do it for me emotionally.

Don’t get me wrong.

I’ve had good sex with the Hindus, but no connection otherwise.

Sorry.

Only sex with Hindus, nothing else.

I’m an ardent Muslimah, and I can’t allow any Hindu, to fuck my Īmān, damn it.

My everhottest eversexy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body needs savage Hindu sex kicks.

In all my ravenous three Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān holes .

That’s all.

I refuse to be slave of Hindus even, for it.

Hindus, my darlings, my husbands, Come to me, fuck me, enjoy me, but please, please, never try to possess or command me.

I believed in Sidrah Aħmad’s life style more, than in that Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī has surrendered to now.

Yet, I was so tired of trying to find the Hindu who will make me forget that first Hindu, that I’ve sworn off men for the time being.

He was Vishvās Shakr Mānav, Durgesh’s Pitr’shrī, after all.

At the end of my forties and with a houseful of young kids, I was not getting many offers, from Hindus I mean, as I can never even think of any Musalmān having sex with,  other than for quick, no strings fun.

I’ve been focusing on my kids and trying to keep a roof over our heads.

As my twenty year old son, Durgesh still lives at home and has been like the man of the house the last couple of years.

He hasn’t found a job yet, but earns his keep by helping me with my jobs or baby sitting while I work.

He’s a very very good looking guy, about six inches taller than me and long straight hair.

Since I grew up in the seventies, I like a guy with long hair, I’m also attracted to guys without moustaches and beards.

Durgesh also was clean shaved always.

It’s been months now since I’ve been with anyone and when you happen to have a high sex drive it can be hell.

I’ve been taking care of myself while browsing porn sights, but it just doesn’t compare to full one-on-one, hot and heavy sex with a Hindu.

I know I swore off guys but something that has happened several times over the past week has me worried.

I’ve found myself looking at Durgesh in a way an Ammī should never look at her son.

Allah, am I myself surrendering to incest now?

First, Hindus!

And now incest?

Allah, NOoooooo!

Never!

Not Durgesh!

Yes, Durgesh is my top priority in my imaginations, but only in my imaginations!

Durgesh is my fantasy, but never anything more!

Maybe if I can find a one time hook up to release the tension building up inside me, I won’t do something I know is morally wrong.

It’s now ten PM, all the kids were in bed but the oldest.

I’ve been online now for hours and none of my possible hook ups were available tonight.

Allah!

Are Hindus losing interest in fucking me?

No!

It can’t be ever!

They have fucked me entire my life.

Now, they can’t leave me alone!

I am the same Āmnah Muħammad, the Hindus always loved to fuck, all in my three Sunni Musalmān love holes.

They have always tried to top my Ever Good List.

Sidrah Aħmad and I always competed to get best of the Hindus available to us.

Yes, Sidrah Aħmad always defeated me succeeding to get even Durgesh for her.

But it was because her Bhābhījān, Āmnah Ħabīb, helped her.

Āmnah Ħabīb’s second choice, Ajay Pratāp, helped her.

I was horny as hell and getting even more frustrated.

I mixed myself a strong drink that wasn’t helping, so I decided to go downstairs to mix another.

Durgesh was where he usually was, in front of the TV.

I walked past him to the kitchen and started mixing my drink.

My mind started fantasizing about Durgesh.

What it would feel if I were in his arms!

Why I can’t be one more Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, damn it?

Why I can’t be one more Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad?

Why can’t I be?

Why can’t I be?

Today, it’s almost a fashion for mature Musalmān women of prominence, to have a younger Hindu boy for sex!

They help poor Hindu boys for it, ab initio.

Being immensely grateful to them, the poor Hindu boys call them Ammījān.

And the Ammījāns seduce their Hindu sons when they come to eligible age.

Incest?

How?

They are not their real son from any Hindu whosoever!

Yes, the jealous Musalmeen spread such rumors about them.

But I know, of my own knowledge, that the rumors are ill intended.

Always, at least almost always ill intended.

Should I too follow the same path?

The second option is—

Follow Sidrah Aħmad.

Can I do it?

I know Sidrah Aħmad very well.

She maintains to write her daily diary on her personal laptop.

She is so proud of her activities that she gives access to her personal diary to her extremely close friends too.

I remember she has written:

‘I love my Abbū’s frustrations and helplessness.

He wants to control me.

Me?

Poor Abbū.

He doesn’t understand what his daughter understands even in this early age of hers.

His daughter is a Mastermind nympho maniac.

She enjoys the variety of Uncut Hindu Penies into her ever ravenous Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

You can’t stop her.

Durgesh can’t stop her.

Even Sidrah Aħmad can’t stop herself.

Poor Abbū has written in his diary:

It was Friday, Jumā, time around 11.00 of forenoon.

I left office for an official visit and passed through house lane.

My sixth sense told me to make a round of house.

It was to be locked.

Last evening my wife left for her native to attend her ailing Ammījān with our younger daughter.

She was scheduled to return after about 15 days.

I stayed back with my elder daughter Sidrah Aħmad who has just entered high school and did not want to miss her classes.

She was to return at about 3.30 in afternoon.

Besides, there was our young servant of around 18 year of age, Rām Shankar to take care of the daughter, father, we two.

He was expected to stay around our house.

But I got alarmed the moment I saw outside door of house unlocked.

I thought that Sidrah Aħmad had forgotten to lock the door or might have permitted servant to stay in.

I silently pushed open the door.

I could not hear any sound.

I moved towards our room and then I heard clear voice of a girl,

“Ohhhh, Rām Shankar,  kyā kar rahé ho?” Rām Shankar , what are you doing, Rām Shankar?”

It was my daughter’s voice.

I moved ahead and heard clearly, ohhh, Sidrah Aħmad…ab bardāsht nahīn  hotā….aaj pūrā pyār karné doo..”

Ab bardāsht nahīn  hotā….aaj pūrā pyār karné doo?

Now I can’t control, let me love you fully?

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

Is my daughter in love with my servant?

It was servant’s voice.

It was clear that both my daughter and servant were busy in fondling.

Then I heard,

“Aréy, to mainé manā kab kiyā hai? Aaj to pūrā din hamāré paas hai. Jo karnā hai, karo.

I never stopped you. Full day is with us. Do whatever you want to do.

My daughter had permitted my servant to fuck her whole day.

Allah!

For how many days/ months/ years, Sidrah Aħmad and Rām Shankar are fucking?

Foolish girl!

Why doesn’t she fuck Durgesh only?

Haven’t I allowed Sidrah Aħmad to fuck Durgesh as much as she wants to?

The horny little bitch had tried to fuck even me.

She has already fucked my so many Hindu friends.

They laugh at me in whispers.

Even aloud when I’m not present.

And why not?

They fuck my nudist daughter Sidrah Aħmad to their hearts content.

I had to allow my Hindu friends even to fuck my wives, all my four wives, to keep their mouth shut.

Even then, this horny Sunni Musalmān girl of mine, is not learning,

“So what Abbū?” Sidrah Aħmad argued with me, “Why can’t your Hindu friends fuck my Ammīs, while you can’t fuck them too?”

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?” I shouted on top of my lungs, “Who says I can’t fuck my wives even? I have four of them, idiot!”

“When you can’t fuck even your daughters—“

“Allah! Allaaaaaaaaaaaah!” I snatched my hair in helplessness, “No sane man can fuck his own daughters ever, understand?

Sidrah Aħmad retorted,

“Well, they are not sane.”

“What?”

“Can you allow someone to fuck your daughter?”

“Well, haven’t I allowed Durgesh to fuck you?”

“Are you insane?”

“It’s better to let Durgesh fuck you, than to let you fuck the entire Hindus.” I said curtly.

“Why are you so communal, Abbū?”

“I am not communal in the least. I’ve allowed Durgesh to fuck you. Haven’t I? Is Durgesh not a Hindu?”

“No!”

“What?” I was startled.

Durgesh is not a Hindu.” Sidrah Aħmad informed her Abbū calmly, “Durgesh is Imām Mahdi in disguise.”

“That’s only what you horny Musalmān Beauties fantasize about Durgesh.” Dr. Aħmad Muħammad said scornfully, “Durgesh himself denies it.”

“Abbū darling—“

“Never darling me, idiot.”

“Do you really think I’m an idiot, Abbū?”

“Your brain is sharp only when you want to fuck some Hindu.”

Sidrah Aħmad smiled mischievously,

“I’d tried to fuck you too. Are you a Hindu, Abbū? It maybe that my real grandfather is a Hindu, but—“

“Shut up, you filthy girl. How dare you?”

Sidrah Aħmad smiled tranquilly and assertively,

“I have a video. Durgesh fucks my Grand Ammī in it, in all the positions of Kāmsūtr.”

“You claim it always. I say—“

“I inherit my nympho maniac attributes from my Grand Ammī, Ammī, and Buā Ħuzoors.”

“Stop it, you filthy bitch!”

“I never say anything that I can’t prove.” Sidrah Aħmad smiled urbanely, “Want to watch their porn videos with Durgesh and some other prominent Porn Star Hindus.”

“Nonsense!”

“I propose you to show all of them, now and here.”Sidrah Aħmad kept smiling placidly, “My Grand Ammī, Ammīs, Buā Ħuzoors, Kħālājāns, watch all of them, how successful Porn Stars they can be.”

“Stop, I say.”

I remembered what Abbū had written:

‘I moved nearer and then I saw through window.

My daughter Sidrah Aħmad and my servant Rām Shankar, both were standing in middle of room, near our bed.

The boy was caressing her Sunni Musalmān breast and Sidrah Aħmad was kissing Rām Shankar.

I never knew that my daughter is so sexy to have sex with even a young Hindu servant.

Sidrah Aħmad herself was a kid.

Her Sunni Musalmān body never attracted my gaze.

I felt like rushing in and slap both.

But something stopped me.

I wanted to see my daughter nude. I wanted to see whether she goes to the extent or I’m angry to her in vain.

There was one reason more.

Allah!

How ashamed of me now to realize it.

Except my wives, I did not see ever any virgin after our marriage.

I waited.

Sidrah Aħmad pushed Rām Shankar a bit and I saw Rām Shankar pressing Sidrah Aħmad’s Sunni Musalmān breasts with his both hands.

“Tumné inhén, mérī choochiyon ko, chhah mahīné  mein dabā-dabaa kar kitnī bađī kar diyā hai, Rām Shankar, Mérī Jān!” Sidrah Aħmad said.

You have made these so big by fondling them for last six months!’

Means, they were having sexual relation for over six months.

I cursed myself that servant was fucking my daughter under my nose and I did not know anything.

But I felt very happy when servant replied ,

“Lékin  tumné kabhee apnā  ye maal (cunt) nahin dikhāyā.”

‘But you’ve never shown your cunt to me. “Rām Shankar caressed Sidrah Aħmad’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt over the skirt and again said ,
“aaj is choot kaa bhee mazaa lūngaa.”

‘Today I will take enjoyment of your Sunni Musalmān Cunt as well.” Telling this Rām Shankar unzipped her skirt and it fell down on her legs.

Thanks, Sidrah Aħmad had a white panty.

Rām Shankar kept caressing and pinching her Sunni Musalmān Cunt over panty….

“Tumko maalum hai kya karnaa hai?”

‘Do you know what you have to do?’

Sidrah Aħmad asked whether Rām Shankar knows about fucking he is supposed to do…”

“Aur kyaa….mujhe  målūm hai…aaj apnaa lund teri is pyari choot ke amndar daal kar khub chodūngaa.”

‘yes , I know. Today I will push my Uncut Hindu Cock into your Sunni Musalmān Cunt and I will fuck you thoroughly.” Rām Shankar said and without any hesitation he pulled off all buttons of Sidrah Aħmad’s blouse.

He pulled it off her body.

Sidrah Aħmad had a white slip on her chest.

She lifted it by holding bottom and pulled it off through her head.

Now my daughter, Sidrah Aħmad was topless.

Seeing her big, tight round Sunni Musalmān breasts even my cut Cock jumped under trouser.

Even I could not stop my hand rubbing it.

A dirty wish raised its head suddenly in my mind,

‘Alas, Durgesh fucks her, but I can’t.’

I’m ashamed of it now very much.

Yet, my daughter Sidrah Aħmad was really a Sunni Musalmān Sex Goddess.

I remembered what my daughter had written in her personal diary:

Hi, I’m Sidrah Aħmad.

I’ve come to realize at the grand old age of twenty years and eleven months that I’m a sexual oddity.

There’s rarely a minute that goes by in any waking hour that I don’t think of sex, yet I don’t yearn to do it.

I can’t go without sex with a Hindu ever.

And, like what some of my more active friends at stage school, say, I do too get warts and pimples after a time without sex.

In fact, I even get that frustrated if I go sometime without it.

Maybe part of my oddness is that I enjoy Hindu mental sex.

I can sometimes be shagged six or seven times a day up there, but be celibate down below.

I also prefer older Hindu men.

Not because of their paunches or baldness, but because of their experience.

A slow lazy fuck based upon years of knowledge always beats a quick urgent one where we’re learning together, or, mega times worse, where I’m the teacher!

I have no inhibitions about sex except one.

I want Hindu men only, none else.

Why?

Well, they are the sexiest men on the earth.

They die to fuck us Musalmān Beauties, secondly.

Thirdly, the idiots are fanatic to enjoy what’s hidden under the burkās.
I’m an inexperienced, incredibly open-minded sexual adventurer, who doesn’t do it much but when she does she prefers it with older Hindu men.

Now is that odd or what?

Sweet smelling candles, luxurious, silk sheets preferably on a four poster bed, wine or champagne, vases overflowing with roses and me in the finest, sheerest, laciest, sexiest nightdress imaginable.

With me, a handsome, tall twenty something Hindu man with the consideration of a Sidrah Aħmadaritan, the tenderness of a nurse, the experience of an octogenarian and an Uncut Hindu Cock like a strong bull.

That was how I imagined being deflowered.

Loving, caring, considerately and so absolutely romantically it would make Mills and Boon, yes both of them, cry with envy.

An Audi TT isn’t the ideal car to get laid in at any time.

It may look funky, corner like a train and go like shit but as a fuckwagon, forget it.

There’s no proper back seat and the tunnel running down the middle with the gear lever sticking out makes acrobatics essential for all those brave enough to try.

So, in the back, half-standing, half-kneeling bent over the pushed forward front seats I gave up my Sunni Musalmān virginity.

Maybe it was inelegant, unladylike, undignified and uncomfortable, but for me it was also fabulously exciting and pleasurable.

I’m the only person I know who thinks they had an orgasm when their cherry popped; possibly that accounts for my sexual oddness.

On the other hand, of course, it may have been pins and needles or a bout of cramp, but as the somewhat nerdy kid from down the street shoved his thing in me, squeezed my tit, my left one actually, and humped away for a few seconds I believe I climaxed.

Oh yes that’s another part of my oddity.

I adore intelligence, hence the nerd.

A really smart remark, an incisive comment, a statement about a little known fact or an analysis of a complicated issue can, literally, have me creaming myself.

And if someone tells me something that’s wonderfully intellectually challenging I can almost feel my knickers sliding downwards before the end of the sentence, well let’s say paragraph, after all I’m not that easy!

I could hardly believe when I got home and Ammījān said.

“Had a nice evening dear?” that she couldn’t see that I’d changed.

Surely, she’d notice I was no longer a kid. Surely, she can see I was now a woman.

But no, all she said was,

“You’d better get off to bed Sidrah Aħmadrrrrrrrrrr,”

She always emphasized the ending a of my name as a long arrrr, like the sound you make when a doctor looks down your throat.

That’s why, to all but her and Abbū Dr. Aħmad Muħammad, when he’s trying to get in her good books or wants shag, I’m now Sidrah Aħmad.

I like my full name.

I’m never ashamed of it.

I love my full name.

It gives me a confidence of being grown up.

It was Sidrah Aħmad, now, with Abbū Dr. Aħmad Muħammad too, the next morning.

Not a spark of interest in his new daughter.

No reference to my new Sunni Musalmān womanly look!

Well, I guess that was diluted somewhat by the cream and red striped summer blazer we wore at my ultra posh private school.

I forgave him for not welcoming me to the grown up world of people that fucked, for I was also wearing the blue gingham, pleated skirt, white blouse and tie of a schoolgirl.

I desperately wanted to tell someone, anyone almost, so the lollipop lady was extremely lucky, I didn’t whisper, as she showed us a cross the road by the school gates.

“I got laid last night by a Hindu, I’m now a grown up, complete, Sunni Musalmān woman.”

I mulled over whom I could tell.

But I couldn’t think of whom I wanted to tell.

I wanted loads of Sunni Musalmān girls and some Hindu boys to know that I was now in play, up for it, fully experienced and ready for anything.

But to tell them it, was that prick Shankar Pralayankar and that he’d had me in the back of his Ammījān’s car, an uncool Audi TT with no back seat at that, just wasn’t on.

I decided to be enigmatic about it, although I wasn’t quite sure what that was, but it sounded good.

So I wandered around for the next few days with an enigmatic smile on my face and an enigmatic look in my eye.

“Are you ok Sidrah Aħmadrrrrrrrrrrr?” Ammījān, Nādirah Aħmad Muħammad, asked after a day or so, “you sure you’re not sickening for something?”

So much for me being enigmatic.

I had sex with Shankar Pralayankar a couple more times; more as a reward really for services rendered rather than as a strong need on my part, but I could see it was going absolutely nowhere.

Not that I wanted it go any special place, for, after all, there is a limit to how much raw intelligence compensates for looks; and being able to decline Latin verbs as you deflower a Sunni Musalmān maiden doesn’t really compensate for acne!

In any case, I’d got what I wanted and needed.

I was a Sunni Musalmān woman now.

NOT a Sunni Musalmān kid anymore.

I’m proud of my being a Sunni Musalmān.

I hate Shiåās at my heart very much.

I don’t know why.

Perhaps it’s in my Sunni Musalmān blood.

Perhaps it’s in my Sunni Musalmān genes.

Perhaps it was in the environment and in the teachings of my ardent Sunni Musalmān parents.

Many of us Sunni Musalmeen don’t agree with the Shiåās that they are Musalmeen too.

I was experienced; after all, I’d been fucked six or seven time now by Shankar Pralayankar, of course.

My everfirst lover.

I’m proud of the fact that he is a Hindu too.

The mystique had gone.

I could have sex whenever and with whoever I wanted.

I think that may well have been the first time I realized just what a sexual oddity I was.

For now I’d done it, I did have a desperate urge to keep doing it.’***

It’s certainly not good for a supposedly happily married Sunni Musalmān woman, to fall in love.

That’s what happened to me, as I fell in love with a man, Durgesh, much younger to me.

And, to make matter worse, the man with whom I fell in love was none other than my own young Hindu Son, Durgesh.

After remaining faithful to my husband for nearly twenty years, one fine day I found that I was interested in my own teenage young Hindu Son, Durgesh.

My feeling towards my young Hindu Son, Durgesh, had nothing to do with a motherly love; an Ammījān has for her young Hindu Son.

In contrast, I desperately wanted him between my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thighs, thrusting his rigid Hindu love tool into my willing receptacle, driving me wild with joy and ecstasy.

I badly wanted to feel his naked Hindu body lying top to me, his strong Hindu hands caressing my plump Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body, his fingers pinching my tits and exploring my sex.

When these thoughts started haunting me; in the beginning, I was deeply ashamed of myself.

I was terribly shocked how I could think about having sex with my own young Hindu Son, Durgesh, probably, the worst kind of sin.

I spent numerous nights crying with shame, cursing myself.

I started Panjvaqtā Namāz regularly, I was not so careful about some times, now without fail, and prayed to Allah Subħān wa tålā  to help me to overcome my immoral thoughts.

Time and again, I resolved to abolish my lewd Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thoughts for my Hindu son.

Yes, I knew Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī and Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad were already having such sexual relations with Durgesh, entirely unashamed of them.

To recompense any guilt due to it whatsoever, they have become now more ardent Sunni Musalmān women, than even the rest of them.

Panjvaqtā Namāz is their utmost important activity now.

Now, they could leave to take food even, but never left, their Panjvaqtā Namāz at any cost whatsoever.

They performed tilāvat-e-Qur’an-o-aħādīs now more than ever.

Every now and then, now they were on rozā.

Zakāt was now utmost necessary for them to give to various Islamic foundations and institutions.

They have donated a large amount to Anti terrorist squad too, announcing that terrorism is quite against Islam , and fighting against terrorism is Jihad itself, Al Jihad fil Islam , fī sabīlillāh.

Surprisingly, this new strategy was working successfully too.

They are now so popular in Ummat-e-Muslimah and even in Mullahs and Maulavīs too, that they could themselves not believe their new grand success.

It was utmost surprising that none was talking of their incestuous relations with Durgesh now, though their opponents were doing their utmost efforts to advertise it day and night.

Both Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī and Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad had come closer forever now.

They were enjoying grand successful live in relationship with Durgesh now, with more respect in Ummat-e-Muslimah and in Mullahs and Maulavīs too.

I too started to follow Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī and Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad to get rid of my incestuous thoughts.

However, the incestuous thoughts remained very potent and after every brief stint of remorse, the fantasies came back more strongly, overwhelming even my toughest resolve.

I was well aware of the risks; my thoughts could bring on my family and myself in particular.

Living in a traditionally orthodox South Asian country, I knew very well what could happen if my feeling towards my young Hindu Son, Durgesh, become public.

My married life would be ruined permanently, and I would be a pariah for rest of my life.

Nonetheless, I could not do away with my incestuous thoughts about my young Hindu Son, Durgesh.

The sense of shame and guilt diminished over a period of time and finally, I succumbed to the temptation.

I gave up my resistance and started enjoying my lewd Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thoughts about my young Hindu Son, Durgesh.

I convinced myself that I was only fantasizing, not actually doing anything with my young Hindu Son, Durgesh, thus my incestuous thoughts were no way going to harm anyone.

Little did I know that it was a stepping-stone toward my full-fledged sexual relationship with my young Hindu Son, Durgesh.

I started with fantasizing about my young Hindu Son, Durgesh, while masturbating.

To my surprise; I found that I was drawing immense pleasure out of it; I relished the terrific orgasms, every time it induced into my extremely beautiful, still athletic, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

Chapter 8

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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

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

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. The everincreasing infinite lust

88. The women in my life

89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

90.  A Deep Conflict-1

91. I’m never ashamed of it

92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

93. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

94. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

95. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

96. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

97. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

98. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 6

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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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

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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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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

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

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. The everincreasing infinite lust

88. The women in my life

89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

90.  A Deep Conflict-1

91. I’m never ashamed of it

92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service

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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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

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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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More 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 58| Mantr 6

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

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

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

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

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

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

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


Ahal-Al Bayt-1

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

College tour

Mera naam FātimatuzZohrah hai.

Main college main 1st year Islamic Sciences mein pađhtī hoon.

Mérā figure34-28-34 hai.

Hamāré ghar mein mere Ammī Abbū aur bahnén hain.

Mérī 1 saheli hai Åāýéshah Siddīqah.

Hum donon ki umar kareeb 17-18 ki hogi.

Hum donon kħoob mastī kartī hain.

Kabhī Åāýéshah Siddīqah mérī  Musalmān Choochī khīnch détī,  kabhī main uske ħasīn Musalmān gaal par chikoŧī kāŧ jātī.

College mein hum donon ke hi Hindu boy friend hain.

Méré Hindu boy friend ka naam Durgesh aur Åāýéshah Siddīqah ke Hindu boy friend ka naam Rājesh Rājpoot hai.

Main Rājesh Rājpoot  ko aur Åāýéshah Siddīqah Durgesh ko jijju hi bolti hain.

Durgesh bhī mujhé apnī lāmankooħā Musalmān bīvī, aur Åāýéshah Siddīqah ko apnī Musalmān Sālī  hi samjhta hai.

Hamāré  beech mein abhi tak sirf kiss hi hua thā.

Yā phir Durgesh ne méré kapđon ke oopar se hī shāyad mérī Musalmān Choochī par hāth phérā ho, bus.

Durgesh to vaise hum donon ko chodné ké liyé marā jā rahā thā.

Yahān tak ki Rājesh Rājpoot tak ne Åāýéshah Siddīqah ké måmlé mein Durgesh ké aagé hathiyār dāl diyé thé,

“Achchhā bābā, chod lé. Mérī Åāýéshah Siddīqah ko bhī chod lé too hī, ab to kħush?”

“Sālé, térī Åāýéshah Siddīqah?” Durgesh Rājesh Rājpoot ko ānkh mārkar bola, “Åāýéshah Siddīqah kyā térī mankooħā Musalmān bīvī hai?”

“Nahīn hai to ho jāyegī.” Rājesh Rājpoot ne bhī jawab mein Durgesh ko ānkh mārī, “Voh mérī Māmūzād bahan hai. Samjhā?”

“Jaise téré Māmūjān, Imām Abū Bakar Siddīq apnī béŧī kā nikāħ tujhse pađhvā hī déngé.”

“Nahīn,” Rājesh Rājpoot jalkar bola, “méré tamām Māmūjān to apnī tamām ħasīn-o-jamīl Musalmān béŧiyon kī Musalmān Chootén apnī hathéliyon par rakhkar téré aagé pīchhé ghoom rahé hain. Tujhse darkħvāt kar rahé hain ki aao, Durgesh, please, hamārī béŧiyon ko chodo.”

Ék zor kā ŧhahākā tamām sunné walon ne milkar lagāyā.

Hamara college ka tour nikla, rajsthān ka.

Maine aur Åāýéshah Siddīqah ne tour ki fees jama karvā dī.

Hamne Durgesh aur Rājesh Rājpoot  se bhi chalne ko kaha to wo apni car par jāné  ko taiyār ho gaye.

Unkā ék dost Vikram bhī unké sāth thā.

Durgesh aur Rājesh Rājpoot kī taraħ  Vikram bhī bahut amīr thā.

Uskā Jaipur mein makān bhi thā.

Bus,uskā rang bilkul kala thā.

Uské Pita ne kisī African Musalmān lađkī sé nikāħ kiyā thā, jo apné béħad kālé syāh rang ké bāvajood is qayāmat kī ħasīn thī ki usé pahlī baar dékhté hī Vikram kā Pitā, us African Musalmān lađkī ko chodé baghair nahīn rah sakā thā.

Anjām huā thā nikāħ.

Aur nikāħ kā anjām huā thā, Vikam aur uské pānch bhāī.

Main aur Åāýéshah Siddīqah school bus mein 26 December Ko chale aur Jaipur pahunch gayé.

Hum qarīb 12 baje pahunche thé.

Hum sab lađkiyon ko ék 5 star hotel mein ŧhahrāyā gayā, jiska bill hamén kħud ko adā karna thā.

Sab lađkiyān aur Madam Raj mandīr mein film dékhné  chalī gaīn.

Mérā, Durgesh kā, Åāýéshah Siddīqah kā, Rājesh Rājpoot aur Vikram, kisī kā bhī film dékhné kā mood nahīn thā.

Hum pānchon ghoomné ké mood mein thé.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah aage Rājesh Rājpoot  ke sath baiŧhī  thi aur main, Durgesh aur Vikram pīchhé baiŧhé thé.

Ék hotel se khana pack karwa ke hum Vikram ke makān mein aa gayé.

Vikram né kuchhh beer le li.

Maine kahā,

“Hum yahān  kyon aaye hain? Kahīn  ghoomne chalte hain.”

Sab hans pađé.  Bole,

“Kuchh kha pee lo, phir chalte hain.”

Hum donon ne khana lagā diyā.

Vikram ne beer offer kī.

Durgesh ne manā kar dīyā.

Lékin maine, Åāýéshah Siddīqah aur Rājesh Rājpoot ne Vikram kā sāth dīyā.

Hum donon hot ho gaīn.

Rājesh Rājpoot aur Vikram bhī.

Aur Durgesh to everhottest thā.

Durgesh ko hot honé ké liyé kisī beer ki nahīn, sirf kisī Musalmān ħasīnā ki zaroorat thī.

Phir yahān to hum do do Musalmān ħasīnāyén thīn.

Rājesh Rājpoot né Åāýéshah Siddīqah ko pakđā aur uské surkħ dahakté Saåūdī Årab Musalmān honŧh choomné aur choosné lag gayā.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah “uuuuu” karke bolī,

“Hāyé Allah, kyā karté ho, mérī jān! sab hum donon ko dékh rahe hain. Zara apné is garmjosh Hindutv ko qābū mein rakho.”

Rājesh Rājpoot ne balā ki ħasīn, mérī sahélī, Åāýéshah Siddīqah, kā dāyān hāth pakađkar apné burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanā rahé Uncut Hindu Lund par rakh dīyā, aur uskī lambāī aur moŧāī par Åāýéshah Siddīqah ki muŧŧhī bāndhtā huā bola,

“Sālī, is garmjosh Hindutv ko qābū mein ab sirf too rakh saktī hai. Lé, maine isé téré ħavālé kiyā. Ab jo karnā ho kħud hī kar lé.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Rājesh Rājpoot sé bhī zyādah badmåsh thī.

Usné Rājesh RājpootUncut Hindu Lund apnī Musalmān mastiyon mein, burī taraħ kaskar, apnī muŧŧhī mein, jakađ liyā.

Aur Rājesh Rājpoot ko ānkh mārkar bolī,

Durgesh kā Hindutv issé bhī zyādah garmjosh hai. Fātimah akélī usé qābū mein nahīn rakh saktī. Mérī zaroorat bhī pađégī. Tum Vikram ko kahkar apné liyé koī doosrā intezām kar lo. Yah uskā ghar hai.”

Durgesh mérī sahélī Åāýéshah Siddīqah ko ānkh mārkar muskurāyā,

“Thank you, Åāýéshah Siddīqah darling! You are most welcome.”

Phir Durgesh né muje pakđā, ék hāth se méré baal pakađ ke mujhé kiss karné lagā aur doosré hāth se mérī Musalmān Choochī dabāné lagā.

Vikram chair par baiŧhā humen dékh  rahā thā.

Durgesh né mérī t-shirt utār dī, aur bra ke oopar se hī mérī Musalmān Choochiyān dabāné lagā.

Main na-na kartī rahī, lékin voh Durgesh thā, Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, voh kyon māntā?

Nahīn mānā.

Usné apné hāth mérī pīŧh par le ja kar mérī bra ka hook khol diyā.

Mérī Musalmān Choochiyān nangī ho gaīn.

Main  bolī,

“Kyā karté ho? Yahīn shab-e-urosī manāné kā irādah hai kyā is Kħātūn-e-JannatHindu Kħasam kā?”

“Ānkh kī andhī, naam Sulochanā.”Durgesh ne mujhé ānkh mārī.

Main bhađak kar bolī,

“What do you mean?”

“Sālī, baap ne ‘FātimatuzZohrah’ naam rakh diyā, to apné aap ko sachmuch hī  Kħātūn-e-Jannat samajhné lagī.”

Maine mand mand muskurāté hué, Durgesh ko ānkh māri,

“Pati Paraméshvar, aesī baat nahīn hai.”

“To kyā baat hai, mérī jān?”

“Main Vāqaī Kħātūn-e-Jannat hoon.”

“Munh dékhā hai kabhī āiné mein? Yeh munh aur masoor ki daal?”Durgesh ne apné Hindu honŧh mérī Musalmān Choochī  par rakh diyé.

Maine Åāýéshah Siddīqah ki taraf dékhā to ab wo sirf panties mein thī, aur Rājesh Rājpoot uské nipple choos rahā thā.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah ki Musalmān Choochī  méré jitnī hī  thī aur uské nipple bhi mérī taraħ pink thé.

Rājesh Rājpoot  bache ki tarah Åāýéshah Siddīqah ké nipple choos rahā thā.

Maine kahā,

“ Jijju, aaj to bachche ban gaye.”

Rājesh Rājpoot hans pađā, aur bola,

“Haan!”

Idhar Durgesh né mérī jeans khol dī aur panties mein se mérī Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot  maslne lagā.

Main bolī,

“Dékho, kitnī  béīmānī hai! Hum donon Musalmān lađkiyān nangī aur Hindu lađké  kapđon mein.”

Durgesh bola,

“JAAN mérī, sahi kahā.” usné shirt utār dī.

Uskā gathīla Hindu sharīr méré sāmné thā.

Durgesh né pant utār diyā.

Ab hum donon panties mein aur wo donon underwear mein the.

Rājesh Rājpoot  bola,

“Ab båqī ye underwear tum donon utārogī.”

Vikram ab bhi chair par baiŧhā thā.

Main underwear ke oopar se hi Durgesh kā Uncut Hindu Lund sahlāné lagī.

Main bahut hot ho gaī thī.

Maine  Durgesh ki aankhon mein dékhā.

Durgesh muskraya aur bola,

“Jaanū, dar lag rahā hai is sé? dékh lo, tumhari cheez hai. Phi  mujhé  bhī apnī cheez ke darshan karné hain.” mérī Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot ko sahlā rahā thā Durgesh ab.

Maine Åāýéshah Siddīqah aur Rājesh Rājpoot  ki taraf dékhā to Åāýéshah Siddīqah ghuŧnon ke bal baiŧhī Rājesh Rājpoot ké mote Uncut Hindu Lund par kiss kar rahī thī.

Mujhé bhī garmī chađhī thī.

Main bhī  ghuŧnon ke bal baiŧh gaī aur Durgesh kā underwear nīché kiyā maine.

Saŧāk sé Durgesh kā Uncut Hindu Lund méré ħasīn chikné goré Musalmān gālon par aa lagā.

Main Durgesh kā Uncut Hindu Lund dékh kar kānp gayee.

Mérī sārī Musalmān mastī utar gaī.

DurgeshUncut Hindu Lund taqarīban 9 inch lambā aur 3 inch moŧā hoga.

Mujhé ħairat ho rahī thī apné aap par.

Kaisé jhél gaī thī main yeh mast Uncut Hindu Lund ragging mein?

Aur phir mar miŧī thī is Uncut Hindu Lund par.

Allah, mérī taubah!

Allah, mérī taubah!

Mujhé nahīn phađvānī mérī Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot is mast ŧhanŧhanā rahé Uncut Hindu Lund sé.

Allah, mérī taubah!

Allah, mérī taubah!

Main uŧhné lagī to Durgesh bola,

“Kyā huā?”

“Nahīn maine kuchh nahīn karnā. Main  mar jāoongī.”

“Sālī, nakħré kartī hai? Ragging mein kyā térī Ammī ne aakar choosā thā mérā Uncut Hindu Lund? Åāýéshah Siddīqah ko dékh. Mazé mein choos rahī hai Rājesh RājpootHindu Lund.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah ki āwāzén aa rahī thīn,

“Uuuu aaaaaaa Uiiiiii Allaaaaaaah.”

Voh donon 69 position mein thé.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah aur Rājesh Rājpoot ko is taraħ aesh karté  dékh kar main phir garm hone lagī.

Lékin main baiŧhī rahī.

Rājesh Rājpoot  bola,

“Yaar, ye Musalmān lađkiyān to randī ki tarah nakħré kartī hain.”

Mujhé  ghussā aa gayā. Kahā,

“Ye kyā language hai?”

Sab hansne lage.

Rājesh Rājpoot bola,

“Jo Musalmān lađkī Uncut Hindu Lund ke nīché aa jātī hai, wo kħud  hī  apné ko randī kutti bolti hai.”

Idhar Durgesh méré Saåūdī Årab Musalmān boob masal rahā thā to Rājesh Rājpoot  Åāýéshah Siddīqah ki Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot chāŧ rahā thā.

Main  bhī  Durgesh ké lāl-lāl Hindu supāđé par kiss karné lagī.

Phir maine munh khola, aur DurgeshUncut Hindu Lund 3 inch méré munh mein bhar liyā.

“Aaaaa!” Durgesh ke munh se nikla.

Durgesh dheere dheere méré munh mein dhakke dene lagā.

Usné  méré baal pakđé aur méré ħalaq tak apna Uncut Hindu Lund pél diyā.

Mérā  dam ghuŧné lagā.

Durgesh né Uncut Hindu Lund méré munh sé nikālā aur bola,

Kħātūn-e-Jannat, chal, bed par aa jā.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah aur Rājesh Rājpoot donon bhī  taiyār thé.

Hamārī  nazar Vikram par gaī.

Ék béħad ħasīn Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lađkī is beech vahān kab pahunch chukī thī, hum mein sé kisī ko bhī iska aħsās tak nahīn thā.

Voh ab Vikram kā  Uncut Hindu Lund sahla rahī thī.

Uskā Uncut Hindu Lund bilkul kala aur moŧā thā 8″ lambā aur bahut moŧā.

Uské Uncut Hindu Lund sé khel rahī béħad ħasīn Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lađkī mérī taraf dékh kar muskraī aur pahlī baar bolī,

“Tum bahut mast lag rahī ho.”

Durgesh usko ānkh mārkar bola,

“Tum  Musalmān ħasīnāyén  mast hi hoti ho.”

Main  bolī,

“Aur tum Hindu lađké  kyā kam mast hoté ho? Tum bhī mast, hum bhī mast. ‘Muslim Choot mein Hindu Lund, bađā dhamghusađ, bađā prachand.’-‘hum bané tum bané ik doojé ké liyé.’-“

Unhone bed par hum donon ko kamar ke bal litaya.

Hum  donon ki taangen oopar uthā dīn, aur donon apné Uncut Hindu Lund hamari Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot par ragađné lage.

Hum  donon ka bura haal ho gayā.

Hamārī  Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Chooton mein chīŧiyān reng rahī thīn.

Durgesh mérī nipple choom rahā thā, danton sé  kaaŧ rahā thā.

Maine  kahā,

“ Jaldī karo na.”

Wo bola,

“ kyā karoon?”

Main  tađap rahī thī. Main  bolī,

“Jaldī se apnā Uncut Hindu Lund mérī chust kasī huī Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot mein ghuséđ do, aur chodo Kħātūn-e-Jannat ko. Samjhe Méré Hindu Piya?”

Itné  mein Åāýéshah Siddīqah ki cheekħ  aayi,

“Uaiiiiii Allaaaaaaah! Mari, nikālo isko, Rājesh Rājpoot!”

Itné  mein Durgesh né dhakka mārā.

méré munh se nikla,

“ Yā Allaaaaaaah!  mariiiiii mar gaī Kħātūn-e-Jannat. Nikālo Durgesh, plz, bahut dard ho rahā hai.”

Mérī  aankhon mein pānī  aur mérī Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot se kħoon nikal rahā thā. Tabhi  Durgesh né ék  dhakka aur mārā.

Durgesh kā  aadhé se zyādah Uncut Hindu Lund mérī Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot mein ghus gayā.

Room  mein mérī aur Åāýéshah Siddīqah ki chīkħén yā  Durgesh aur Rājesh Rājpoot ké  hansné ki āwāzén  thīn,

“ Plz Durgesh, nikāl lo, bahut dard ho rahā hai.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah bhi yahī bol rahī thī,

Rājesh Rājpoot, nikāl lo, please!”

Durgesh ne Musalmān Choochī  pakađ  kar mérī taraf dékhā, aur ék  zordar dhakkā mārā.

Durgesh kā teen chauthāī Uncut Hindu Lund mérī kunwari Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot mein samā gayā.

Mujh par behoshi si chha gaī.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah! Mariiii.”

Mérī  Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot phaŧ gaī thī.

DurgeshUncut Hindu Lund teen chauthāī mérī kunwari Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot mein samāyā huā burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanā rahā thā.

maine Åāýéshah Siddīqah ki taraf dékhā.

Uskī  aankhon mein bhī  pānī  thā.

Mérī  nazar uski taango ke bīch gaī.

Wahān  kħoon thā, aur Rājesh Rājpoot  ka Uncut Hindu Lund Åāýéshah Siddīqah ki Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot mein ghusā huā  thā. Uncut Hindu Lund khoon se tar thā.

Mujhé ab aaram milne lag gaya thā.

Main Åāýéshah Siddīqah se bolī,

“Térī  Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot par to Rājesh Rājpoot jijju né apna naam likh diyā.”

Åāýéshah Siddīqah bolī,

“ Sālī, apnī Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot dékh. Wahān par méré Durgesh Jījū ka naam likha hai.”

Ab Durgesh aur Rājesh Rājpoot donon né dhakke lagāne shuru kar diyé.

Main  bol rahī thī,

“ Zor se méré raja, Méré Hindu Piya!  Phāđ do tumhārī Kħātūn-e-Jannat kī is Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot ko. Ye bahut tang kartī hai.”

Aise  hi kuchh Åāýéshah Siddīqah bol rahī thī.

Hamārī  siskiyān goonj rahī thīn.

Main  jhađné wali thī, aur Durgesh ko bol rahī thī,

“ Zor se karo. Zor sé chodo mujhé.”

Par Durgesh né mérī Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot main se apnā Uncut Hindu Lund nikālā aur ek taraf khađā  ho gayā.

Main kichkichākar bolī,

“Kyā huā? Durgesh, jaldī karo na, plz plz.”

Durgesh muskurāyā aur mujse bola,

“Sorry, mera Uncut Hindu Lund ab thođā change chahta hai.”

“Åāýéshah Siddīqah,”Rājesh Rājpoot apnā sar peeŧ kar bola, “Jā, Fātimah ké baghal mein leŧ jā. Tum Musalmān ħasīnāon kā yah Hindu Kħasam ab jab tak tujhé nahīn chod lega, térī Kħātūn-e-Jannat ko bhī nahīn chodégā. Durgesh ab tum donon FātimatuzZohrah aur Åāýéshah Siddīqah ko ék sāth chodnā chahta hai.”

Chapter 2

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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

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

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.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

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

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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 تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

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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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More 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 58| Mantr 6

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

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

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

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

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

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