The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-22

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

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Chapter 22

Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd
Durgesh Al Farzānah Al Rashīd
Durgesh Saåīdah Salāħuddīn

Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd hurried to her bedroom, closed and then locked the door.
On the far side of her bed was a wing back chair and she headed straight for it.
Just a rub of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with her fingers would not be enough this time.

She pulled her shorts and panties off, grabbed a t-shirt from the drawer and placed it on the arm of the chair to make the surface a little softer, placed her right knee in the seat of the chair with her left foot still on the floor.
She grabbed the wing of the chair with her left hand and with her right hand she gripped the back of the chair in the middle and lowered herself slowly onto the shirt covered arm.

Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd, at twenty eight, was very experienced at masturbating.
So, even Saåīdah Salāħuddīn has managed to Live in relationship with Durgesh, successfully.
Despite the fact that Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was immensely angry with Durgesh when Durgesh fucked her Bhābhījān, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd.
Is only Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd such a damnfool that she can’t get Durgesh for her?
She had started masturbating at a young age and had continued until now.
She had a variety of techniques, mostly the old fingers on clit approach.
She also used various devices inside herself.
A hairbrush, 3 cornered ruler, paper towel roll and a flashlight which she kept under her bed.
Her Ammī, Āmnah Saåīd, was extremely nosy so Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd had to resort to these innocent looking items.
It would not do for her Ammī, Āmnah Saåīd, to discover a big dildo or a vibrator in her possession.
It was difficult to describe Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd as a virgin since all of these items had been up her snatch many times but since all were long but slim there was a chance that her hymen was still intact and that she was, she kept telling herself, still technically a virgin.

Today, Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd had become so horny, so sexually excited that she could not help herself. She had to masturbate, and the sooner the better.
She had witnessed Durgesh, fucking her niece, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.
Previously, Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd had witnessed Durgesh fucking her Bhābhījān, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd too.
Allah Allah!
The sixty four years old Hindu idiot can fuck everyone except Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd.
Why?
Because Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd was his friend’s, Aslam Saåīd’s, real sister.
Hell.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd was in a difficult situation.
She was hopelessly in love with the sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel, Durgesh!
She had been for what seemed like all of her life.
At first it was just a crush, a silly young Musalmān girl crush.
Gradually it had changed.
As Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd became sexually mature her Musalmān girlhood crush became a serious infatuation and then genuine ashvinātam love.
When masturbating, her vision was of the sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel, Durgesh.
The love of her life would be making passionate love to her.
Durgesh was always ready for her, ready in her dreams or fantasies, ready to turn on all of her switches, push all of her buttons.
It was always perfect ashvinātam love.

Through the years, Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd had occasionally seen the sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel, Durgesh, nude.
Always fucking some extraordinarily beautiful Musalmān houselady.
Usually just a fleeting glimpse of his cute butt just before Durgesh wrapped himself in a towel or was just pulling up his boxers.
Once he had forgotten to lock the bathroom door.
As she opened it he had just gotten out of the shower and she got a nice frontal shot but it was so hurried Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd didn’t see much.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd did quickly notice that his Uncut Hindu Lund was greatest.
At that Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd was somewhat horrified.
Then she read an article in Cosmo that said that some men were pretty huge when erect but then grew much smaller when not very much excited and that some men were larger when flaccid and though it stiffened when erect it did not grow that much in either length or girth.
Today Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd discovered that her beloved Sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel, Durgesh, was definitely in the group that grew smaller, much smaller when he needed to be.
I had been tired yet satisfied from yesterday’s fuck party, her Bhābhījān, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd, had given to celebrate Durgesh’s 64th birthday.
Today was Sunday and I decided that instead of a shower this morning I would have a good soak in the tub.
I filled it up, just so it would cover all of my body with water as cold as I could stand it.
I got in, settled into the water, lied back and breathed deeply.
I could feel my body relaxing and much of the soreness leaving.
My mind began to wander.
Yesterday, while fucking in the back of our 5 acre property I had seen Bégum Åbbās and her daughter sunbathing.
Bégum Shāistah Åbbās was one of those women who nearing 40 looked 25.
She was a raven haired beauty with big tits and a gorgeous face.
Her daughter was a double for her.
As I recalled the previous day I began to get an erection.
I reached down, placed my hand around my Uncut Hindu Lund and began to quiet it slowly.
It took no time for me to get it immensely quiet.
I took my hand away.
It was at this point that Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd opened the door and stepped inside.

Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd hadn’t been paying attention and was 2 or 3 steps inside before she focused on the tub and what was occupying it.
She couldn’t believe the size of it, it looked miraculously normal to her now that Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd could too afford between her legs.

I reacted with a yelp.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd quickly apologized and exited the room, hurrying down the hallway and into her own room where she immediately locked the door.

As she lowered herself slowly onto the chair arm, reaching down, Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd gently opened the lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, settling herself onto the arm of the wing back.

Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd had tears in her eyes, even as she rubbed herself on the chair intensely.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd wanted to cum so bad and yet Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd had such a strong sense of guilt.
She knew that she shouldn’t feel the things that Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd did about the sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel, Durgesh, but she just couldn’t help herself.
Seeing the length of my Uncut Hindu Lund, rising majestically above the bath water had really set her off.
It wasn’t just the length, it was so lovely and so big around.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd had a fire in her Musalmān groin now and Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd didn’t think a mere act of masturbation would put it out.

Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd was rubbing her exquisite, excellent, tremendously attractive, immensely tight despite her masturbating, pink, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot on the chair arm deliberately now, thrusting hard against the chair.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd was enjoying such pleasure and yet at the same time tears were streaming down her cheek.
I had never indicated any interest in her sexually in all of her young life.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd had no idea how she might ever see her dream come true and this made her extremely sad.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd didn’t know how, but Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd did know Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd was going to make every effort to accomplish it.

With that her orgasm occurred and she slumped forward against the back of her chair enjoying the pulsing of a strong orgasm and at the same time sobbing to herself, unsure just how her wishes could be made to come true.

Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd leaned forward and rested her perspiring face against the back of the chair.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd had played around like this on the chair arm before but never like this.
This was a mind warping orgasm.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd was more sure than ever that I was going to fuck her, Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd was going to get me to give her a good fucking and like it, whether I wanted to or not.
Just how Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd would accomplish this Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd did not yet know.

One thing that Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd was well aware of was that the sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel, Durgesh, was an unbelievably sound sleeper.
You could march a band through my bedroom once I was well asleep and I wouldn’t even stir.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd had also noticed that I would frequently get an immense Hindu erection in my sleep though she never really viewed it directly, just the tent in my sheets.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd had always wondered if she could catch me with a stiff Uncut Hindu Lund, would she be able to mount me and start fucking me before I knew what was going on.
Doubtful, she thought.

Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd heard the sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel, Durgesh, leaving the bathroom and heard my bedroom door close and audibly lock.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd wondered if she should admit her feelings to Nafīsah Ålvī her lifelong best friend.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd could tell Nafīsah Ålvī anything.
In the past they had shared their deepest and darkest secrets.
They had learned about masturbating together.
They had done a little touching each other but nothing major.
It was really just a case of mutual masturbation on the occasions when they were able to get together that way.

Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd hesitated then picked up her cellphone and dialed her friend’s number.

“Hey, Nafīsah Ålvī,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd gushed, ” whatcha doin this morning?”

“Well, I just got up crazy, I’m still getting awake,” Nafīsah Ålvī replied sleepily. ” You got something in mind?”

“Mmph,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd replied, her mouth full of muffin. ” thought you could come over and we could just lie around and talk and relax.”

“Hmmm, don’t sound bad,” Nafīsah Ålvī answered, “when do you want me to come over?”

“Oh hell, I don’t care,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd replied,” no hurry. C’mon over and have a homemade muffin with me.”

“OK,” Nafīsah Ålvī chuckled,” that’s a deal. I’ll be right over.

Nafīsah Ålvī arrived in about 20 minutes and the Musalmān girls greeted each other with an embrace and a kiss on the cheek.

Nafīsah Ålvī was the opposite of Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd was fair skinned, blonde hair and was built in a stocky manner.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd was not fat or even overweight, just muscular and compact with fairly large breasts and what Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd admired as a perfect ass.

The Musalmān girls had been friends for over 12 years now and during that time they had bathed together and had quietly checked each other out.
Nafīsah Ålvī had noticed that unlike herself, Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd did not shave her exquisite, excellent, tremendously attractive, immensely tight despite her masturbating, pink, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She kept it neat and somewhat trimmed but Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd definitely had a nice bush while Nafīsah Ålvī kept hers shaved smooth.

As they relaxed in Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd’s bedroom Nafīsah Ålvī popped the question she usually did, the one Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd dreaded,

“Well, is that hot ass sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel of yours around this morning?”

“Nafīsah Ålvī,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd said in a stern manner, ” we don’t talk about Durgesh, OK?”

“You know Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd,” Nafīsah Ålvī snorted, ” if I didn’t know better I would think that you’ve got the hots for Durgesh yourself.”

“Oh Nafīsah Ålvī, that’s terrible,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd reacted, ” why would you even think of something like that? That sounds sickening to me.”

That would have been enough of an answer right there. Unfortunately, Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd didn’t just let the conversation drop when she should have.

“I can’t imagine,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd said, “the sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel, Durgesh, and our Musalmān sisters doing anything like that.”

“I think the lady protests a bit too much,” Nafīsah Ålvī answered with a chuckle,” you sure you haven’t already been polishing my apple?”

Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd blushed, from anger as well as some embarrassment.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd worried that Nafīsah Ålvī could see through her and knew what Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd had planned.

Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd lied back on her bed and closed her eyes.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd wanted so desperately to tell her best friend how much Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd wanted to fuck the sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel and see if Nafīsah Ålvī, who had had a lot more experience than Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd, might be able to give her some pointers.
“Hey baby,” Nafīsah Ålvī spoke quickly, ” I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m sorry, I feel really bad about it, I know that you would never do anything like that with Durgesh. He is the greatest enemy of us Musalmīn. He fucks every Musalmān Beauty, every extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady, he can. How the hell any Musalmān girl that has even the infinitesimal self-respect can surrender to that Hindu monster sexually?”*

Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd paused for some time, her stomach churning.
She just had to tell, Nafīsah Ålvī was like a sister to her.

She knew that Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd would feel better with someone to talk to about it.

“I, ah, well Nafīsah Ålvī, I just don’t know how to talk about this,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd stumbled with the words. “First of all there has never been anything in all these years between Durgesh and me. He is really a very moral person. Certainly more moral than me. You see Nafīsah Ålvī, well, I am in love with Durgesh, and I desperately want Durgesh to make love to me. There I said it and I’m glad.”

“Allah! Oh my God, Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd, you can’t be serious,” Nafīsah Ålvī said seriously, “do you really mean it?”

Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd wasn’t looking at Nafīsah Ålvī, Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd had her eyes closed.
Her voice was just barely above a whisper.

“Nafīsah Ålvī,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd said slowly,
” You are my very best friend, I think of you like a sister, at the risk of you thinking less of me, I love you, just as I would my sister. Please don’t think of me as some kind of evil monster, I just can’t help myself.”

“Oh Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd,” Nafīsah Ålvī said as she rolled toward her friend, taking Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd into her arms.
Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd had begun to cry.

“Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd,” Nafīsah Ålvī said softly, “you are my dearest friend, my only true close friend. You can tell me or ask me anything. I am just so startled. You and I would be the last ones I would have imagined. Mmmm, I sure can’t blame you, he is sooo hot!”

“Well, there is really nothing to tell,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd replied. “He shows no signs at all of taking any interest in me physically. I have “accidentally ” flashed a tit, my ass, once I let my towel fall and he saw my exquisite, excellent, tremendously attractive, immensely tight despite my masturbating, pink, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot but Durgesh turned his head and showed no interest at all.”

“Well,” Nafīsah Ålvī asked, ” did he even look at your tits or the rest of it. I mean let’s face it, we’ve been changing with each other, swimming in the nude in your pool, taking a shower together occasionally and I know what a great body you have.”

Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd replied, “I’ve found Durgesh almost always fucking gorgeous Musalmān Beauties, all beautiful and sexy as hell Musalmān girls.”

“OK baby, what’s your plan, have you developed an approach that you think might work and do you want to figure out if there is any way I can help? Nafīsah Ålvī queried.

“No,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd replied, I can’t think of anything.”

“How about this,” Nafīsah Ålvī countered, ” I can stay overnight, I’ll sneak into Durgesh’s room, make sure he knows it is me, get him up, get on top of him and start fucking him. Then I’ll stop for some reason and get off him, it’s dark so we switch, you hop on and fuck the hell out of him and after Durgesh cums it’s too late, he’s already done it. How about that?”

Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd began to laugh insanely. Through the tears from laughing she said,
” you big dummy. I love you but you are nuts. Your hair is shorter than mine, you weigh about 20 pounds more than I do, your 8 inches shorter than me and one of your tits would make two of mine. You gotta be kiddin.”

“OK-OK,” Nafīsah Ålvī exhaled, ” here’s one that worked for me with the neighbor kid.”

“What neighbor kid,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd inquired.

“You know,” Nafīsah Ålvī said,” that Hindu family that lived next door to us for only about six months.”

“Nafīsah Ålvī!”, Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd nearly shouted, ” you fucked a Hindu guy already?”

“Hell yes, when your exquisite, excellent, tremendously attractive, immensely tight, pink, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot’s wet, who cares what religion the guy has. Besides, Shankar was a good kid,”

Nafīsah Ålvī responded seriously.

“Yes,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd agreed, “He did seem like a really nice guy. So tell me, how, when, you know I want to hear all about it.”

“Well,” Nafīsah Ålvī answered thoughtfully, “he used to come over and Ammī would invite him in. He would come and find me in the family room. We would play Scrabble or watch TV or something. I think my Ammī liked him almost as much as I did. I don’t think she would have objected if I had wanted to date him. Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd would have gone crazy if she knew I fucked him though.”

“She would have freaked if she knew that you had fucked anyone,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd chuckled.

“You got that right,” said Nafīsah Ålvī.

Nafīsah Ålvī then said,
“You know if you come into the house at the back door and go through the kitchen on the way to the family room you have to pass my bedroom door. I saw him coming late one afternoon. I hurried from the family room to my bedroom, stripped off everything but my socks and lied on the bed. I had left my door open about 6 or 8 inches. When I heard him coming I grabbed one of my nipples with one hand and started playing with my clitoris with the other. When he passed by he just glanced but he saw what I had wanted him to see. I quickly pulled my clothes back on and joined him in the family room. Just as I had hoped he acted totally different toward me. We had the TV on but ignored it and just talked. It was so different, intimate talk, very sexy talk. I agreed to meet him out by our pool at 10. Well, I was totally nervous but quietly tip toed out of the house and met him. Ammī and Abbū were already in bed and as you know I swim at night frequently. Well, I took a blanket with me, we went to the back yard and I fucked the hell out of him.”

“Was that the only time,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd asked wide eyed, ” or did you do it some more.”

“No that was definitely not the only time,” Nafīsah Ålvī snorted, “that was June and they didn’t move till just before school began in late August. He must have fucked me 50 times in those 3 months. We did everything, on my back, on top of me, doggy- that was our favorite,” Nafīsah Ålvī blushed as she paused, a wistful look in her eye. ” I even let Shankar fuck me in my ass.”

“You didn’t,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd said sharply,” you didn’t really let Vikram fuck you in the ass did you?”

Nafīsah Ålvī paused, once more a very wistful look in her eye, ” you won’t believe this but I think I was a little bit in love with Vikram. He was so gentle, asking me was I sure. He was really big but he was so gentle. I didn’t think one could cum with just ass fucking. I was wrong.”

“Really,” Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd said,” I never really would have thought so either.”

“Well,” said Nafīsah Ålvī, ” I’m supposed to go to the mall with Ammī in a little while so I better get back home. I feel for you Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd, ” as she gave her friend a hug, good luck, “and I sure hope you come up with a plan. If you have any luck you know that you will have to give me all the wonderful details.”

Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd laughed,
“Oh, I was sure you were going to require that.”

Her friend left and Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd was once again faced with the reality that Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd was so much in love with the sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel, Durgesh, that was extremely infamous among Musalmīn that he fucked every Musalmān Beauty, every extraordinarily beautiful Musalmān houselady, that came in his contact ever, and though wanting desperately to consummate their relationship that she imagined existed between her and the sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel, Durgesh, Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd was no closer to coming up with a method to see this actually happen.

Chapter 23
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-21

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

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Chapter 21

Durgesh Saåīdah Salāħuddīn

I was looking at Saåīdah Salāħuddīn gravely.
Yes, she knew.
How eloquent of Saåīdah Salāħuddīn it was.
How incredibly well worded.
But that’s it, really.
That’s how it started.

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was at her parent’s house for dinner.
It was a monthly “tradition”, a feeble attempt made by her Ammī, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd, to keep her family close.
But, the problem was… they were never actually close.
How the hell, her Abbū, Aslam Saåīd, could forget his wife, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd, not only cheated him but even disgraced him immensely by throwing a fuck party to celebrate Durgesh’s 64th birthday?
Definitely her family was not one of those tight-knit families shown on TV.
Anyway, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was twenty-four and had been living on her own for five years, and now her Abbū, Aslam Saåīd, was away, her Ammī, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd, had started to freak out.
Empty nest, and all that.
So, she imposed this stupid monthly get together rule that they all pretty much hated.

This happened on the sixth month of this new ritual gathering.
Her Ammī, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd, was called away, thirty minutes into the dinner, because her aunt had been in a car accident.
That sounds cavalier, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn knows it.
She left in a rush, or that she was in a frenzied hurry to get to her sister’s side.
She wasn’t.
She never was.
Her Ammī, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd, was cold and meticulous.
That was how she’d been since Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was born, as far as Saåīdah Salāħuddīn knew.
She took the time to set dinner in front of them, she picked out a book to pass the time in the hospital, she changed her clothes and refreshed her makeup. And then she left.

Absolved of his familial duties, her Abbū, Aslam Saåīd, left soon after she did.
And so, for the first time since Saåīdah Salāħuddīn could not remember when, it was just I and Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.
We ate dinner in near silence.
I asked Saåīdah Salāħuddīn about her job, but I always did, so
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn didn’t actually remember.
The household lady robots cleared the table and rinsed the dishes.
After that, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn didn’t know what to do.
It was only seven.
Usually, we forced ourselves to play a card game or watch a movie before her Abbū, Aslam Saåīd, and I left for our respective houses.

With out her Ammī, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd, or her Abbū, Aslam Saåīd,, a card game was pretty much pointless.
But Saåīdah Salāħuddīn felt bad leaving me at home alone.
What could Durgesh do?
He was sleeping and her Ammī straddled Durgesh on his lap.
How Durgesh was responsible for what her own Ammī, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd, did?
Even her Abbū, Aslam Saåīd, never blamed Durgesh for it.
When Durgesh expressed his sympathy with him,
“I’m sorry, Aslam Saåīd, I could not stop Bhābhījān. She was so aggressive and…”
“Al Farzānah Al Rashīd had preplanned it all.” Aslam Saåīd laughed bitterly.
I was stunned.
“You knew it, Aslam Saåīd?”
“I suspected it. It was her idea to allot a suit in the mansion to you and Rābiyah Saåīd, my sister.”
“What?” I was surprised, “I thought it was you who insisted.”
“I insisted, but it was Al Farzānah Al Rashīd who converted my psychology to insist on it. Anyway, forget it. I haven’t complained to you. Did I? I know you are not responsible even a bit. Al Farzānah Al Rashīd herself betrayed me.”

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn helped me pick a movie.
Her Ammī, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd, when Saåīdah Salāħuddīn moved out, had turned her bedroom into a media room.
It was halfway down the hall in the back of the house… the only room past it was our bedroom.
When Saåīdah Salāħuddīn walked in the media room, I was crouched on the floor in front of the bookshelf where they kept the movies.

That was when I looked at Saåīdah Salāħuddīn gravely.
As if I’d never seen Saåīdah Salāħuddīn before, or as if I’d just been thinking about something I really wanted and then there it was.
I wanted Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.
That much was clear.
Her heartbeat accelerated and Saåīdah Salāħuddīn felt her face and neck go flush.
The minute our eyes met, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn stumbled back into the doorframe behind her.
I rose from my crouching position and stalked forward; eyeing Saåīdah Salāħuddīn like a wolf might stare down a deer it was hunting.
Allah, how immensely Durgesh wanted Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.
And she, the damn fool, left the mansion being angry to Durgesh that instead of fucking Saåīdah Salāħuddīn, Durgesh fucked her Ammī, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd.
How furious Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was to Durgesh.
Yet, how mistaken.
There were no words.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn met, held my piercing gaze, and when I stopped in front of Saåīdah Salāħuddīn, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn bit her bottom lip.
I knew Saåīdah Salāħuddīn well enough to realize that Saåīdah Salāħuddīn had looked at me this way before, I knew well enough that Saåīdah Salāħuddīn wanted me the way I wanted Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.
No, it not only sexual attraction mutually.
It was something deeper.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn loved me actually as a woman loves her man.
That’s why Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was as furious as she was when I fucked her Ammī, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd, instead of fucking herself.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn herself had an extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, if that was all I needed, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn had thought furiously.
Moreover, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was a virgin, wasn’t she?
I fell for a married woman while I knew very well a virgin was also waiting for me in the same house.

My hands reached up and grasped her arms, the tips of my fingers burned into her skin like a hot iron.
They moved down her arms, leaving a tingling trail behind them, and stopped when they wrapped around her waist.

And then I lowered my face to Saåīdah Salāħuddīn’s.
My hot breath smelled like red wine, and the closeness of my lips was making Saåīdah Salāħuddīn dizzy.
When they finally touched Saåīdah Salāħuddīn’s, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn nearly fainted.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn had been waiting for this moment for years.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn hadn’t even been old enough to understand her own desires when the fantasies of being wrapped warmly in My arms began.

The heat from my lips ran down her neck and settled in the pit of her stomach.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn had butterflies.
Delicious butterflies.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn moved my hands up from her waist to grip the sides of her face and hold her to me.
My tongue, hot and moist, ran across the top of her bottom lip, and when her mouth opened to emit her cry of pleasure, I thrust it inside.
My fingers threaded into her hair, pulling Saåīdah Salāħuddīn closer while my tongue moved greedily in her mouth.

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn wrapped her arms around me.
I pressed herself into me; Saåīdah Salāħuddīn could not get close enough.
Plus, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn needed my strength to support her… Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was shaking like a leaf in the wind.
I grew bolder as my kisses got hotter and more intense.
Soon her tongue was matching the strokes of mine, her fingers were clawing their way under my shirt and scratching at the skin on my back.
And Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was purring.
Moan after moan vibrated from her throat and into my mouth.

I broke the kiss and pulled her head back softly by her hair, exposing her pale neck.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn cried out when My tongue touched the base of her throat.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn couldn’t breathe for five excruciating seconds as I ran my tongue boldly up to her jaw, stopping just by her earlobe.
My breath was heavy, slow, and it tickled the hairs at the nape of her neck.
My fingers and lips blazed trails all over her tingling throat.
Then my warm fingers reached the top of her shirt.
They hooked around the edge, and pulled it down, leaving the top of her chest bare.

I kissed down the front of the bare skin, leaving goose bumps everywhere they touched.
Her breasts, still covered by her lacy pink brassiere, begged wantonly for my touch.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn moaned angrily when my lips stopped just shy of the rise of her creaher breasts.
I raised my head and stared at Saåīdah Salāħuddīn, my eyes flaming.

Then I left the room.
Left Saåīdah Salāħuddīn, leaning precariously against the wall of what was once the room Saåīdah Salāħuddīn had spent nights touching herself and pretending her hands were mine.

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn felt like crying, but then Saåīdah Salāħuddīn heard my voice, floating on the air from the living room.
I was on the phone.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn could tell, by the terse responses and simple questions that I was talking to her Ammī, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd.

I came back.
This time I didn’t look at Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.
I wrapped my fingers around her much smaller hand and led Saåīdah Salāħuddīn back, down the hallway through the door to the bedroom I shared with her Ammī, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd.
That was when it dawned on Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.
I’d been checking on her.
I wanted to see how long we had together.
Her passionate acceptance of my wandering caresses had not left me dry and disappointed.
Her obvious innocence, her pliant woman’s body and her willingness to be led rather than to lead had Saåīdah Salāħuddīn wanting me more.

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn stopped me in front of the bed and smiled into her eyes.
“I love you, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.” I whimpered.
The first words either of us had spoken and they rang in her ears like sweet bells.

I brushed my fingers under her chin before grasping the bottom of her shirt and pulling it over her head.
Then I hooked them into the band of her skirt and drew it down, letting it drop to the floor once it passed her knees.
I knelt on the carpet in front of Saåīdah Salāħuddīn and pressed my head into her smooth belly, the flat of my palms caressing her bare back.
I sighed and looked up into her eyes, which were staring at me in loving wonder.
I was her hero, her rock star, and forgive Saåīdah Salāħuddīn the blasphemy, I was her God.

“I love you too, Durgesh. Forget I am twenty four and you are sixty four. What the hell difference does it make? Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allahu tålā ånahā was only nine years old when she was married to Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, more than fifty five even. Isn’t it a fact? Wasn’t their couple one of the utmost successful married couples in the entire human history? What the hell your age mean when you are still satisfying even the other unsatisfied Musalmān houseladies, not satisfied with their so called competent Musalmān husbands? What the hell else matters?” Saåīdah Salāħuddīn said, her voice low and soft for fear of shattering the moment with loud noise or the wrong words.

I grinned up at Saåīdah Salāħuddīn and kissed her stomach.
Then I moved my hands downward, stopping shortly to cup her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks and grin again before running them down the entire length of her smooth legs.
My fingers tickled the back of her knees and traced the muscles of her calves before burning their way up the inside of her excellent exquisite beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs.

I pulled her panties off, rubbing the soft fabric between my thumb and my middle finger before putting them aside.
Then I nuzzled my way into the hot Musalmān space between her legs.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn spread them wide for me and dug her fingers into my hair.
I kissed the soft, trim hairs just above the folds of her twenty four years old, young, excellent, exquisite, beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I used my thumbs to part her, and the first touch of my Uncut Hindu Lund on her twenty four years old, young, excellent, exquisite, beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit was enough to make Saåīdah Salāħuddīn cry out,
“Allah! Allah! Oh God!”

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn felt me smile with my Uncut Hindu Lund between her legs; it was a brief smile, before he began to rub the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund eagerly at her her twenty four years old, young, excellent, exquisite, beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was so wet for me, so hot for me.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn had been for years.
Her legs were shaking, tingling, and the whole time I was pleasuring her all Saåīdah Salāħuddīn could think to herself was “That is Durgesh. That is my Durgesh loving me.”

I knew just where to touch her.
My thick Uncut Hindu Lund pushed gently into her twenty four years old, young, excellent, exquisite, beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, curving over and tapping and thrusting against the fleshy Musalmān walls.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn heard my muffled voice then, as Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was dripping and moaning and clinging to me.

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn could do anything for me.
So Saåīdah Salāħuddīn did.
Every muscle in her body tensed and collapsed.
Her fingers dug roughly into My head, her toes curled under, and Saåīdah Salāħuddīn screamed.
And fell.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn landed on her back, still quivering and staring up at the ceiling of her Ammī, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd,’ bedroom.

I ran my hands lovingly up the sides of her legs and her waist, lifting myself up on the bed and over Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.
I leaned down with a soft smile and kissed the side of her mouth.
Her breathing gradually grew quieter and more balanced, but I didn’t let it stay that way long.
As soon as Saåīdah Salāħuddīn could breathe right, I was trailing wet kisses over her throat and her chest.
I wrapped my arms around Saåīdah Salāħuddīn and unhooked her bra, leaving her eager breasts naked.

I looked at them.
I touched them lightly.
I brushed my fingertips over the erect nipples.
I cupped them loosely.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn studied her supple breasts in obvious awe.
Then he lowered my hand and wrapped my palm around a nipple.
The glorious, stinging heat of it was too much, and Saåīdah Salāħuddīn cried out loudly.
Her bare Musalmān body lifted against my still clothed one and her hands sought something to cling to.

By the time I stopped, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was writhing under me like a cat in heat.
I pulled away from Saåīdah Salāħuddīn and lifted my shirt over my head.
My body was handsome… masculine.
Hard and covered in crisp, dark hairs.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was still staring when Saåīdah Salāħuddīn heard the metal clink of my belt buckle being loosened.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn sat up and watched me as I pulled my pants off and let them and my boxers fall to the ground.
My fully liberated Hindu erection sprang upward, hard and wide and smooth.
It was impressive.
Better than Saåīdah Salāħuddīn had imagined.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn couldn’t help herself, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn wanted it in her mouth.
Her Ammī, Al Farzānah Al Rashīd, had stolen Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund from her, but now Allah is again kind to Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.
He has returned Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund to Saåīdah Salāħuddīn back.

Still on the bed, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn crawled toward me, a devilish grin blossoming on her face.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn moaned when it was finally in her hands.
The firm, smooth Hindu flesh strained against her delicate Musalmān palm, but Saåīdah Salāħuddīn wasn’t there for a hand job.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn lowered her face until her lips were touching the tip of my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
I moaned, and loud, when Saåīdah Salāħuddīn opened her searing mouth and wrapped her lips around my salty Hindu shaft.
My fingers threaded into her hair and pulled Saåīdah Salāħuddīn forward, pushing her wet mouth down the length of my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn moved over me, working my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn licked me, tasting the sweaty tang of me.
She reveled in me, how smooth I was, how hard I was.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn had never wanted anyone inside her more than Saåīdah Salāħuddīn wanted me, a Hindu infamous for fucking every extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady he came into contact with, and that thought was making Saåīdah Salāħuddīn drip.

Sooner than Saåīdah Salāħuddīn wanted, I pulled away from her.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn moved to take me back into her mouth, but I restrained her.
“No, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.” I said. “Saåīdah Salāħuddīn, I want more from you than this.”

Then I stood Saåīdah Salāħuddīn up and whipped the covers off the queen sized bed.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn sat down, scooted toward the headboard, and I crawled toward her, a new, fiery hunger burning in my eyes.
I grabbed her legs and pulled her until Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was lying flat on her back with her extremely beautiful nude Musalmān legs wrapping around the sides of my Hindu male body.

I leaned forward; Saåīdah Salāħuddīn felt my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund pressing against her.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn couldn’t speak; her breathing was harsh and uneven.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn begged me with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes.
I kissed her forehead before speaking again.
“For years, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn, I have been making love to your Ammī in this bed. And for the last five years, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn, I have been imagining she was you. You’re my dream, baby girl. Saåīdah Salāħuddīn, I have wanted you for so long. Yes, I love to fuck the extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies of my own age more, but you are an exception, at least one of some exceptions.”

Then I grunted and thrust myself into Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.
I filled her excellent exquisite stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot perfectly.
I pushed into her, pulled out of Saåīdah Salāħuddīn and every motion was precise.
I set her on fire.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was ready to cum again when I pulled out and away from her.
I saw the sorrow and disappointment in her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān eyes and grinned.

“Saåīdah Salāħuddīn, I want you from behind.” I said.

“Okay, Durgesh.” Saåīdah Salāħuddīn got up and waited for me to direct her to where I wanted her.
I had Saåīdah Salāħuddīn on her hands and knees on the soft bed.

As I pushed my incredible unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into Saåīdah Salāħuddīn again, I grunted and said,
“Your Ammī loves me do this.”

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn wiggled her butt against me, and looked behind me.
“Durgesh?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Fuck me hard.” Saåīdah Salāħuddīn whimpered.

“What?”

“Saåīdah Salāħuddīn had wanted this for as long as Saåīdah Salāħuddīn can remember. Please, Durgesh. Fuck me hard.”

I sped up, thrusting into Saåīdah Salāħuddīn faster and faster until Saåīdah Salāħuddīn felt my Hindu balls smacking her twenty four years old, young, excellent, exquisite, beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Clit.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was so excited, I felt so good pounding into her that Saåīdah Salāħuddīn started to squeal with every utmost powerful Hindu thrust.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn was not surprised I fucked her for hours nonstop without exploding into her even once.
She had learned it from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān friends, cousins, Kħālās, buās, mumānīs, chachījāns etcetera I had this absolutely incredible sexual capacity.
It was normal for me, nothing unusual.

Ultimately, I rubbed my hand up her back.
“I’m going to cum, Baby girl, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.” I said, and slowed my thrusts.

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn pushed back against me.
“Don’t stop, Durgesh. It is fine. Saåīdah Salāħuddīn wants to feel you cum inside me. Hey, won’t you let me our own children? Come on, I am already twenty four, waiting for you since six years. You are late being kind to me.”

I didn’t need any more invitation.
I drove my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside Saåīdah Salāħuddīn and released my warm Hindu sperm with a loud cry.
All Saåīdah Salāħuddīn needed to had her second orgasm was this… the sensation of my Hindu semen, spurting deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn screamed again, her body convulsing, the walls of her excellent exquisite stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot squeezing my Hindu shaft, greedily pumping me for more.

We both collapsed.
I was still inside her and collapsed on her nude young Musalmān body.
It was several minutes before Saåīdah Salāħuddīn asked,
“How late will Ammī be out?”

I looked at the alarm clock.
It was ten-thirty, A. M. already.
Allah! Allah!!
How crazy we were for each other.
“Saåīdah Salāħuddīn, I don’t know.” I smiled winking at her significantly.

The phone rang.
I grabbed the mobile to answer it.
Minutes later I said.
“Your Kħālā is sleeping. Your Ammī is on her way back now.”

We both got dressed.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn made the bed.
I gave Saåīdah Salāħuddīn a long kiss before Saåīdah Salāħuddīn left.
“I came here to offer myself to you,” she smiled, “now you have to come to our own mansion that I own on our joint names to make love to your new twenty four years old young Musalmān wife, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.”
“Sure darling, don’t worry.” I smiled.

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

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Namak Ħarām: 2

Namak Ħarām

Durgesh

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Durgesh Ruqayyah Waħīd
Durgesh Saåīdah Salāħuddīn

Pūrā måmlah samajh saknā zarā sā bhī dushwār nahīn thā.
Ruqayyah Waħīd méré Uncut Hindu Lund par usī din, usī vaqt aur usī lamħé sé mar miŧī thī, jab usné apnī sahélī Saåīdah Salāħuddīn ko mujhsé chudvāté dékhā thā.
Ruqayyah Waħīd kħwāb mein bhī nahīn soch saktī thī ki uskī koī Panjvaqtah Namāzī kaŧŧar Sunni Musalmān sahélī ék Hindu sé bhī chudvā saktī hai.
Allah ghārat karé kambakħton ko.
Panjvaqtah Namāzī hain.
Phir bhī kisī Hindu sé chudvāné ké liyé marī jātī hain.
Aré, koī Hindu inhén paŧāyé, inkī bémisāl Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān kħūbsūrtī kī wajah sé inhén chod sakné ké liyé, to bhī baat kuchh samajh mein ātī hai.
Lékin Allah Allah, yahān to yeh kambakħt kħud chakkar kāŧtī hain tåqatwar Hindu mardon ké.
Kħud burī taraħ unké pīchhé pađkar unhén paŧātī hain aur phir kħūb jī bharkar chudvātī hain un Hindu mardon sé.
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn ko to usné āđé hāthon liyā thā.
“Mar béħayā. Mérā Hindu Sasur hī milā thā tujhé chudvāné ké liyé?”
Saåīdah Salāħuddīn zarā sā bhī to nahīn sharmāī thī.
“Akélī mat khā. Badħazmī ho jāyégī.”*

Ruqayyah Waħīd sannāŧé mein aa gaī thī.
“Ilāhī, aré, qahar nāzil ho tujh par, kambakħt. Kyā bak rahī hai?”
“Itnī nāsamajh nahīn hai tū. Hotī to University mein awwal nahīn ātī.”
Ruqayyah Waħīd né pāglon kī taraħ Saåīdah Salāħuddīn ko dékhā.
“Pāgal ho gaī hai kyā? Main méré Hindu Sasur sé chudvāūngī?”
“Tamām kħawātīn-e-Ved Nagar mein charchā hai ki, Ruqayyah Waħīd né Durgesh sé chudvāné ké liyé Salīm Jalāluddīn jaisé nāmard sé nikāħ kar liyā.”
“Lånat hai tum sab Uncut Hindu Lund kī dīwāniyon par. Kaisī kaisī bébuniyād afwāhén uđātī phirtī ho, apnī Uncut Hindu Lund dīwāngī ko justify karné ké liyé. Salīm Jalāluddīn nāmard nahīn hai.”
“Hahaha.”
“Jhūŧhī kahīn kī! Lånat hai tujh par.”
“Mérā nikāħ Salīm Jalāluddīn sé do saal qabl huā thā. Aaj main ék béŧī kī Ammī hūn.”
“Baap kaun hai?”
“Salīm Jalāluddīn.”
“Hahaha.”
“Saåīdah Salāħuddīn, main ħaqīqat bayān kar rahī hūn.”
“Salīm Jalāluddīn kisī kā baap nahīn ban saktā. Voh nāmard hai. Samjhīn? Isīlyé apnī bīwī ko yahān Durgesh ké ħawālé chhođkar Dubai bhāg gayā. Dékh nahīn sakā béchārah apnī Panjvaqtah Namāzī PhD paŧākħā Musalmān bīwī ko ék Hindu sé chaŧkħāré lé lékar chudvāté.”*

Ruqayyah Waħīd hansī.
“Mujhé hamdardī hai tum sab Uncut Hindu Lund kī mārī huī Musalmān lađkiyon aur Musalmān åuraton sé. Arī kambakħto, yah sab Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kā siyāsī propaganda hai ki Musalmān nāmard hoté hain aur Hindu Chudakkađ-e-åāzam hoté hain. Bakwās hai yeh sab.”
“Yånī tūné aaj tak Durgesh sé nahīn chudvāyā?”
“Lāhal vilā qūvat! Arī Kambakħt, Durgesh mérī Sāsu Ammī ko chodtā hai, Begam Al Jihād fil Islam fī sabīlillah ko.”
“Sach?” Saåīdah Salāħuddīn uttéjit ho uŧhī, “Tūné kħud apnī ānkhon se dékhā?”
“Mar béħayā, kyon itnī pāgal hai kisī Panjvaqtah Namāzī kaŧŧar Musalmān Choot mein Uncut Hindu Lund ghustā dékhné ké liyé? Arī Kambakħt, hum Musalmān lađkiyān aur hum Musalmān åuratén Hinduon se isliyé chudvātī hain ki Musalmān zyādah pakbāz hoté hain hum Musalmān lađkiyon aur hum Musalmān åuraton kī banisbat. Voh baghair nikāħ ké kisī kħātūn sé koī jinsī tålluqāt qāyam nahīn karté, kħwāh voh kħātūne-muħtarmah Musalmān ho, yā ghair Muslim. Musalmān mard aaj bhī is daur-e-nāgahānī ké sabsé zyādah Paktarīn mard hain, kħwāh unké dushman aur dushmanān-e-Islam unhén is par kitnā hī zalīl kyon na karté rahén. Musalmānon mein Ħazrat Yūsuf ålayhissalām kā Īmān abhī bhī båqī hai. Balki main to yahān tak kahtī hūn ki ab sirf Musalmān mard hī rah gayé hain jinmein Ħazrat Yūsuf ålayhissalām kā Īmān abhī bhī båqī hai.”*

Ved Nagar mein party dénā koī aesā kaam nahīn thā jo koī aerā ghairā natthūkħairā bhī kar saké.
Lékin Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn ké liyé yah party dénī béħad zarūrī thī.
Voh apnī naī film shurū karné jā rahā thā.
Yah usī kī party thī.
Party mein film stars kī bharmār thī.
Film heroines kī kamī nahīn thī party mein.
“Har koī in heroines ké āspās ghūm rahā hai,” Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn nihāyat hī talkħ lahjé mein bolī, “lékin yé kambakħt hain ki Durgesh ké ird gird sé haŧné kā naam nahīn lé rahī hain.”
“Aré,” Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn jhallākar bolā, “raat bhar chudvāyā hai na tumné Durgesh sé? Maine pahlé hī kah diyā thā ki party mein Durgesh ko mahmān kħawātīn ké liyé bakħsh dénā.”
“Jaisé main nahīn bakħshūngī to Durgesh vāqaåī mujhé hī chodtā rahégā. Yé heroines bardāsht kar léngī apnī itnī bađī béizzatī.” Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn tanz kiyé baghair nahīn rah sakī.
“Humné isliyé āpko raat bhar Durgesh sé chudvātī rahné ké liyé chhođ diyā thā ki Marħūm Sultān Ålāuddīn Kħiljī ké kħāndān kī jo kuchh thođī bahut izzat bachī rah gaī hai, kahīn āp usko bhī is party mein Durgesh ké qadmon par nisār na kar dén.”
Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn tanziyah andāz mein hansī.
“Kamāl karté hain Bhāījān, aap bhī. Āpkī yah kħāksār chhoŧī bahan kyā, aur uskī awqāt kyā. Bhalā aap ké yahān hoté hué kisī aur kī jurrat yah ho saktī hai ki Marħūm Sultān Ålāuddīn Kħiljī ké kħāndān kī izzat par koī aanch tak pahunchā saké? Kitnā buland kar rakhā hai Marħūm Sultān Ålāuddīn Kħiljī ké kħāndān kā naam aap né. Aap kā mukammil ism-e-girāmī hai− Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn Kħiljī. Lékin aapné aaj tak kabhī apné naam ké saath lafz ‘Kħiljī’ kabhī nahīn lagāyā. Kyon nahīn lagāyā?”
Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn mand mand muskurā rahā thā.
“Kyon nahīn lagāyā?”
“Tāki aap logon ko is kħushfahmī mein mubtilā rakh sakén ki aap kā naam Marħūm Sultān Jalāluddīn Kħiljī ké naam par nahīn, Mughal-e-Åāzam Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muhammad Akbar ké naam par rakhā gayā hai. Kitnā naaz hai Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn ko apné Kħiljī honé par. Hai na?”*

Chapter 3
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Sixty One Eighteen in love-12

Sixty One Eighteen in love

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

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I both lay in bed still now.

My Uncut Hindu Prick was still buried deepest into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s 29 year old evertight Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

One complete year has passed now.

We were in live in relationship.

Nafīsah Salmān never objected.

She knew better.

I closed my eyes and my mind flashed memories of last night, like a movie almost but only the best parts.

I was on my back and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had just climbed off of me.

In the dimly lit room, the candle light illuminated her extremely attractive Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body just enough to see that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was really wet and her pussy lips glistened as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan eased herself up from my Uncut Hindu Penis.

I loved that she fucked me herself mounting me.

She was violent in fucking me that I was glad I had her.

That shaved Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan always drove me wild and now I knew what was on her mind.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan went down and turned herself around, hovering over my Hindu erection.

Looking up at me with her sexy face Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan began lightly to move her wet eager, greedy, Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue along my Uncut Hindu Cock, not touching me with her hands at all.

I loved to watch her.

The tip of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue moved around the swollen head already wet with those big shiny drops of my pre cum and her vaginal lubrications.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan lapped them up and smiled,

“mmmm…”

Licking her lips seductively.

Then Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan took the end in her hot wet mouth.

It felt so good- the gentle teasing with her tongue, her warm mouth began to suck on the head of it and I could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock getting bigger and tighter, swelling with that hard on that ached for release.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slowly let me go deeper, inch by inch, until I was all the way in, snug and hard – her mouth was like another Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I began to move and made my Uncut Hindu Cock slide in and out, as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tightly gripped the base with two fingers.

Her moans vibrated into the stiffness and sent shivers up my spine.

“mmmm…” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan began to bob up and down creating a rhythm with my pumping that made my balls so ready to shoot their load right in her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slide off and whispered, “Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties, – fuck my Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth- I want you to cum right in it- cum in my Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth” and went back to her amazing Uncut Hindu Cocksucking.

Her lips tightened down and the sensation of her suction, wild tongue and fingers made it happen.

I felt my body tense up, the feeling building, rising for the climax.

“Yess Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan- cumming-yess don’t stop-”

I held her extremely beautiful head in my hands and in seconds my balls shot my hot Hindu cum down her throat-

“Mmm-” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan moaned feeling my sticky Hindu sperm spurt into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.

I came in waves— each one a little less than the one before.

My hot sticky Hindu cum pumped from the end of my still hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was a huge load, creamy white Hindu cum dripped from both corners of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, sliding down to her chin.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan reached up and her finger caught the drips.

Smiling Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan licked it.

“Love your Hindu cum—so good…”

Back to reality, I felt the familiar sensation of a morning hard on.

As I lay on my back, it poked up all big and stiff, lying on my stomach.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan reached down to feel it and began to stroke me.

I could hear Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slow breathing.

Not stirring, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had no idea that her legs were apart, exposing her sweet, sweet Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān ass was facing me, and her face was in the pillow.

I slowly eased up and crawled between her legs, looking at the soft curves of her sexy Sunni Musalmān ass.

On my knees, I held my Uncut Hindu Cock and stroked it as I gazed at her vulnerable Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy below.

Once hard enough I rubbed the tip until it was wet enough with my lubrication and I lowered myself down, the head only inches away from her competently shaved pink Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I edged the head inside, slowly awakening her.

“oh yess…” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whispered and lifted her hips up to let me all the way in.

Her Panjvaqtā Namazī  Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy felt sooo good as I moved forward, until I was up inside her hot wet Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hole.

“Morning DURGESH DARLING, MÉRÉ HINDU PIYĀ! HINDU AL BUÅŪLATUL MUSLIMĀT, MUSALMĀN ĦASĪNĀON KÉ HINDU KĦASAM, HINDU HUSBAND OF MUSALMĀN BEAUTIES,—I could wake up to this every day.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed and held her ass with both hands, spreading herself open so I could really go deepest.

I pushed in more and more with each pump of my stiff Uncut Hindu Cock until Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was feeling as good as I was.

“Fuck me- fuck me -” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said over and over, and I sped up the motion, getting deeper with my every powerful Hindu thrust.

I looked down and watched her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips as I pulled back.

They stretched out from her as if sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock— all slippery and wet.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was amazing.

I gripped her ass and pounded away.

I could feel her fingers playing with my balls and rubbing her clit as I fucked her.

“I’m ready Durgesh!” Gonna cum.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cried almost in pain.

I glanced down as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slammed backward onto my reddened Uncut Hindu Cock.

Her bubbly cum and juices from her squeezed out as I went in her tight hole.

They oozed down along the sides and drip onto her Sheets.

I couldn’t hold back.

We wildly fucked.

It suddenly came like a dam opening.

My hot Hindu sperm exploded into her wet Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān pinkness.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan arched her back to feel me as the sticky juices filled her- all hot and gooey.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had a loud violent orgasm.

Her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy clenched down and waves of pleasure spread from our two parts entwined.

My balls continued, squeezing out their load, pumping out and up inside her, until Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cried out and dropped her head into the pillow.

We were both coated in a cool sweat.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was still in her deepest as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan let her hips relax.

I let myself down and rested on her soft wet back.

Her ass felt soft and comfy pressed into my loins.

I felt the cum as it leaked out of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, down onto my balls and it was cool now.

The sunlight bathed us as we rested, and I knew it would be a great night later.

We were enjoying Hawaii, the beach at Waikiki was quite an experience.

Pretty ladies everywhere, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I just basked and took in the sights.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, are you watching these pretty ladies?”

“Of course, darling!” I kissed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, “What else there is to watch except you and these pretty ladies?”

“All of the age group you love very much.”

I allowed my eyes to look at the pretty ladies present there, once more.

I smiled.

“Are you joking, Naåīmah?”

“Certainly not. What gave you that impression?”

“What age group of the beautiful ladies you think I love very much?” I smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Despite my repeated requests Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t agree to let Nafīsah Salmān accompany us.

“28 to 50, isn’t it?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.

“Entirely correct, but darling, there are at least 20% teen agers too.”

“They are with their Ammīs, Kħālās, Buās and/or sisters. Sorry, the Ammīs, Kħālās Buās and/or sisters refused to join us without them.”

“Refused to join us without them?” I was surprised, “What do you mean?”

“Darling, all these pretty ladies present here are Musalmān Beauties, without even a single exception.”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at me cunningly.

“What?” I was really surprised now.

“I said you once it could be arranged.”

We decided ultimately that we wanted to see the rest of the islands, though, so we booked a flight to Kailua-kona on the big island.

We had a handful of brochures and a suitcase when the plane landed, that was it.

We will always remember that landing, we hit so hard that the overhead doors popped open and bags went flying everywhere.

Just a bit harder and it would have had to be called a crash landing.

Lucky there was only a dozen of us on board, no one was hurt.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I walked over to where the car rentals were.

A whole row of them was there to serve a dozen people.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I got a beat up little Toyota and off we went to see the sights.

It was a couple of miles from the airport to the little town.

The place was quiet back then.

“Sleepy little fishing village.” the brochures said.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I pulled into the motel down by the seawall, got our room.

It was right there on the ocean.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I settled in, looking sidelong at what was supposed to be a bed.
Across the street was a restaurant.

We wandered over and ordered some food.

There was a few couples, some locals snuggled up to the bar drinking out of tiny little Miller’s bottles.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I sat over in the corner by ourselves, just enjoying the warm weather, trying to figure out where to go and what to do next.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had on dark glasses, and a matching short wrap around her bottom.

Pretty, I looked her over, noticing one beautiful young lady coming to us.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned her head my way just as she leaned in and whispered something to her, glancing at my direction.

Just then, I realized that the sun pouring in lit up her legs, and the way Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was sitting I could see nearly all the way up her little wrap.

I did my best not to be caught looking.

It was tough to do since she was sitting right in front of me.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan made an odd motion, rolling her hips first one way, then the other as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan reached into her purse for a cigarette.

Somehow Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had scooted her fanny forward on her chair a few inches.

Some more of the dark shadow came into view.

I realized I was looking at what was probably pubic hair, but the way the sunlight hit I couldn’t be sure. Just then her knees parted a couple of inches.

Now I was sure!

Still, her crotch was in shadow, so I wasn’t getting a perfect view.

Then it hit me that my back was to the afternoon sun, and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was facing into it.

The awning hung out towards the seashore, shading most of the restaurant except for the area we were sitting in.

The edge of the shadow it cast came halfway up her thighs under the table.

More whispers between both of them, another glance my way, a hint of a grin on the stranger girl’s face made me realize they were doing it deliberately.

The sun slowly settled lower, that band of light moved higher up her bare legs.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan did that odd roll of her hips again, now Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was scooted another couple of inches forward in her chair.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was trying so hard to appear completely oblivious to me sitting there that it was obvious Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was watching for my reaction.

It was getting bigger with the passing moments.

What the Sālī was after this time?

Was that stranger girl someone conspiring some mischief with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was always after some sexual mischief when she was with me.

The band of light now reached far enough that I could see for sure that there were no underpanties, nothing.

Her legs were far enough apart that I knew that when the sun settled a bit more Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan would be in clear view.

Guess I must have been leaning forwards in expectation or something, because Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan seemed to realize and closed her legs.

I leaned back, seemingly disappointed.

I wanted to play game myself now.

Could only Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan do it?

The moment I did, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened her legs again, this time even farther.

It was enough.

The sun now shone right on her, it was like a flashlight on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

As everything unfolded into view, I was looking at huge swollen lips protruding from a trimmed bush.

I knew now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was shiny and wet looking.

The girl at her side had a huge grin.

She was watching me intently.

I lost all pretenses and just stared, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan really was spectacular.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sat like that for a good 10 minutes, just letting me look.

Then Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gave a little shudder, almost as if she was having a small orgasm.

Her legs began to open even more.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was looking right at me as she spread them as wide as they would go!

Despite the fact that I was already fucking her more and more for almost one year now, my Uncut Hindu Cock was so hard in my shorts I knew it would be several minutes before I would be able to get up.

That was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

She had brains.

And she used it always to compete with my other Musalmān Beauties, as well as with her own Ammījān, Dr. Nafīsah Salmān, D Sc in Islamic Sciences from Harvard University.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan relaxed, closed her legs, we finished our respective drinks and got up to go.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan reached in her purse, as both of them passed me on the way out.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan dropped a card on the table in front of me, grinned, and they were gone.

I picked up the card, read the words.

It read, “She likes to watch, call me.” and a phone number.

I dropped the card in my pocket.

This was beginning to look like a fun vacation.

Let’s face it.

It isn’t every day a girl gets a beaver show in a public place, but I had just sat in a restaurant and watched a pretty little Brunette spread her legs and let me look.

This while her newest girl friend or whatever she was sat by her side.

I sat there nursing my juice, fingering the card Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had dropped on my table as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan walked by with her new woman companion.

The invitation was obvious.

I wandered around Kailua-kona for several hours.

It really didn’t take long to walk from one end of the town to the other.

As the brochures had said, it was a sleepy little fishing village.

I wandered down and took a swim in the ocean right off the seawall, the water wasn’t really deep.

It was interesting to stand on a huge mound of brain coral while the waves rolled by, picking me up and setting me back down.

I suppose I played in the water for a good hour or so.

Once when my foot came down, I felt a stinging but thought nothing of it.

Finally, I swam back, just taking my time in the tepid water.

I found a little restaurant and ordered a fish dinner.

It came as the whole fish.

A funny looking red thing on a bed of some kind of plant leaves.

I realized quickly that I was supposed to just pick the meat off with my fingers.

Odd we didn’t even clean the thing, we just flopped it on the plate, steamed I think.

Kinda good, actually.

I still have no idea what the bowl of white goo we served with it was all about, that wasn’t food to me although others around me were eating that with their fingers too.

One bite was enough.

Tasted like fucking library paste.

I went back to the motel as the sun finally settled and it began to get dark.

I spent a couple of miserable hours trying to rest, finally I got up.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had come with me here but she had noted brilliantly that I was interested in that girl also.

She was trying to consent her for our threesome.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had proved in her one year company so far, she was also good at cultivating other Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Beauties for me, even for group sex, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan being with only me, strictly, no matter how the events take their terms.

I pulled out the card Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had given me, thought about it.

Hell, I didn’t even know her name.

Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Sālī was so possessive of me that she hadn’t written even her name on the card, only her phone number.

Damn her!

I had a little struggle with myself.

Finally, I just reached for the phone and dialed.

A soft female voice answered, “Hello.”

No, it was not Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Either she was not there, or she had deliberately allowed the Brunette to take my call.

“Hello.” I said, feeling victorious. “Are you the lady from the restaurant?”

No answer.

“Oh, are you the big girl that was there?”

No answer once again.

“Yea, I’m Durgesh.”

” Saåīdah Salāħuddīn.” her voice was soft as silk.

I hesitated, calculating what to say.

“Want to come over?”

“Maybe, what’s the deal?”

“Just some fun.”

“Your…friend?”

“Oh, that is Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan , she doesn’t mind. She likes to watch.”

I did some mental gathering up.

This was strange as hell.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hadn’t told Saåīdah Salāħuddīn she was maintaining live in relationship with me for one year already.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

What Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was after?

What was her actual hidden game this time?

Yet, I smiled.

“Ok.”

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn gave me an address.

Glancing at my map I knew it was a Hotel not more than 2 blocks up the hill.

I had actually checked on that one, bit rich, but not for my blood.

I had deliberately booked at the crummy motel.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted me to play it her way.

“Let’s try not to tell anyone that you are a Multibillionaire.” She had smiled impishly.

On the phone, I said.

“30 minutes.”

This was going fast.

I took a quick shower, noticing my foot still had that stinging sensation from earlier.

I put that out of my mind.

I knocked on the door 30 minutes later, Saåīdah Salāħuddīn answered.

She was wearing a white robe.

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn smiled at me.

I realized it was the first time I had seen her eyes, as blue as the ocean I had swam in earlier.

Best way I can describe the moment was entertaining.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not anywhere there.

Eīshāno Vishvvédasah, what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was actually after!

Saåīdah Salāħuddīn showed me to the main room.

There was a couple of doors off to the side, bedroom, I assumed, and the bath.

I sat on the large couch.

No sign of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is out on the balcony,” Saåīdah Salāħuddīn said, reading my mind. “She will probably come in later..”

I smiled in acknowledgement of the information.

Eīshān!

Was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan monitoring some movie camera?

It maybe.

She was always alert against any future possible blackmail attempts.

It could have been the reason she managed that Saåīdah Salāħuddīn must herself attend the phone.

Suddenly I realized, even the phone number was not in the writing of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

She had managed even it to be written by Saåīdah Salāħuddīn herself.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was proving herself one of the best companions for me.

She knew I loved Beauties with Brains more.

She was proving her competence.

She was telling me through her activities that she deserved my company more than the rest of the Musalmān Beauties.***

Chapter 13

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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. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90. The Extent

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

92.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

93. Three sons three Ammīs

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

112.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

123. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

124. The everincreasing infinite lust

125. The women in my life

126. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. 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

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

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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. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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