Midterm 2012: 10

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

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Chapter 10

Durgesh Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī

Durgesh Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī

D.P. Choohā Imām Mahdī ålayhissalām

Sitting at the table with her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was amused by their comments about her bikini.

Sure, she’d done some things with impish Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, but She’d never done anything with boys.

She wanted only one man in her life, as far as the masculine attention she wanted to have, Durgesh, her own Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd’s, grand superb Hindu lover.

Even her matinee idol, her own Bājī, Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, loves Durgesh so much.

Durgesh is actually twenty eight years old only.” Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at her younger sister Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī graciously.

“But Bājī, Ammījān says Durgesh is sixty two.”

“Because Ammījān wants to please Durgesh, idiot.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī teasingly.

“Don’t you yourself want to please Durgesh too, Bajjo?”

“Of course, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, of course. But my own way. Durgesh is an incurable polygamist. He has done the impossible.”

“The impossible?”

“Why not? He has managed the extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties to establish Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire. Was it possible?”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled.

She deliberately changed the subject.

She knew her Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī Bājī was only three years elder to her, but she was so obsessed with Durgesh’s Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire that it was the ever-favorite subject of discussion she almost always indulged to.

“Bājī, you told me you know both Sābirah Jahāngīr and Āsiyah Jahāngīr personally.”

“Yes, of course, why do you ask?”

Durgesh says the history is repeating itself after so many years in Najmul Ħasan uncle’s life.”

“So what?”

Durgesh respects Najmul Ħasan uncle very much. Doesn’t he?”

“Yes, but actually what do you want to say, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī?”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled patiently to her elder sister.

“Faraħ Bājī, you say both Sābirah Jahāngīr and Āsiyah Jahāngīr are sisters actually.”

“Yes, they have the same father, Maulānah Salīm Nūruddīn Jahāngīr.”

“Haven’t you noticed ever? They have exactly identical names for their five daughters.”

“Yes, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan, Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan. So what?”

Isn’t it awkward somewhat?”

“I don’t think so.”

Why?”

Āsiyah Jahāngīr loves her elder sister Sābirah Jahāngīr so much that she named her own daughters after her elder sister’s daughter’s names.”

“But then why not Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan too?”

Because her own name is Āsiyah Jahāngīr. Stupid. It’s as simple as that.”***

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had certainly given her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī,  no reason to suspect she was beaming around.

As far as Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew, I had also never given them any reason to think I was taking some special interest on her, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hadn’t done anything to encourage me.

At least Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hadn’t thought so, and after overhearing my talk with Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, it was obvious that Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was barely even a girl in my eyes.

If anything, Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, seemed to pay more attention to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī than I ever had.

For the most part, I usually ignored her; otherwise, I became flustered and agitated when we were together.

Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, just always seemed to be happy and smiling whenever I was with Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

He was busy for campaigning for his own parliamentary seat.

Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was shocked when his sources informed him,

“The High Command has decided not to give tickets to Musalmān males this for a change in such a large number as it was given in the previous election.”

Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was startled,

“Well, I can’t change my sex now, Humā Aħmad.”

Humā Aħmad smiled at Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

“I know, but you can promote ashvinātam marriages and love affairs, can’t you?”

“Of course, Humā Aħmad, of course. I’ve already done it always.”

“Yes, but in most of those cases the Hindus were Congresspersons.”

“The High Command thinks we have hurt the emotions of Hindus very much this time.”

“Well, I myself had said that so many times. It was not good to act against Hindu Saints when they were fighting for national cause.”

“You mean Baba Rāmdév?”

“Of course, why not?”

“He was campaigning against Congress and UPA government.”

“Well, wasn’t it his right as a citizen of India? We have acted blindly and provided fuel to the fire against us.”

Humā Aħmad controlled herself patiently.

She would have ruined Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī if Durgesh were not supporting him ab initio.

Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was not actually a Congress Person in Congress.

He really wanted to fill the gaps between the Hindus and Musalmīn.

Neither Congress nor its foreign masters wanted it ever.

In 1857, it became quite clear that any foreign power can’t rule India if Hindus and Musalmīn were united.

East India Company lost its political power to then British Crown.

The British Crown had learnt its lesson from the grand failure of East India Company.

Edmund Burke had exposed foreign game of power against India quite intensively in then British Parliament trying to impeach Warren Hastings.***

By never making the slightest fuss over anything Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wore, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought I even liked to get Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd’s goat a little.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was fairly sure I wouldn’t have cared had Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī ran around naked.

I might’ve even gotten a kick out of it, especially if everyone would’ve freaked out.

Resuming our conversation, I said,

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, honey, I think all your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, is trying to say is that you’re no longer a little girl, so you may want to be careful regarding not only what you show but to whom you show it. You’re a very beautiful young Musalmān woman now, and it’d be hard to blame me or any of your friends for noticing.”

That made Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, laugh.

“Noticing? Honey, it’d be hard to blame them for camping outside Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s bedroom window just to sing her love songs! Dear, look at her. It’s a wonder your friends aren’t begging us to let them sleep over every night. Would you blame them? I sure wouldn’t.”

When I came home and walked into the kitchen, I knew right away that something unusual was going on.

“Why is everybody sitting at the table in the middle of the day? What’s up?” I asked, smiling.

“Oh, nothing much. Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, just wanted to have a talk with me about my  bikini; specifically, how it’s liable to ignite raging teenage hormones, like the ones you and my friends apparently had,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled.

Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, chuckled, and Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, nearly had an aneurysm, she laughed so hard.

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī! Young lady, that’s your own Hindu lover you’re talking to! Be gentle with him!”

Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī shared another chuckle.

She kicked me beneath the table.

I just gave them all a blank look impishly.

“Huh? What about her hormones? Why are you guys talking about the hormones? What’d Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī do?”

“Nothing, sweetie, nothing,” said Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, “You’re fine. You didn’t do anything, and we weren’t talking about your hormones. That’s just your stepdaughter trying to be funny.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at me.

“We were talking about you and my bikini, though. Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, apparently thinks this bikini isn’t appropriate to wear around you and her friends.”

Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, gave me a huge grin.

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, don’t make your friends come over there and paddle your pretty little bottom. You know good and well I never uttered a single word about your bikini being inappropriate to wear when you’re with them. I said no such thing, you big fibber.”

After returning her grin with a “Gotcha!” smile of her own, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī turned back to me.

“Okay, true, she didn’t say that, not exactly, but she did say even the girls are liable to go crazy just from seeing me in this bikini.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gave Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, a smug smirk.

“Right?”

She shot me a defiant grin.

“Yes, I did say that. I stand by it, too. They are all liable to go crazy from seeing you in that bikini.”

“Isn’t that the same one you wore with us just the other day?” asked I.

“Uh-huh,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, grinning at Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, who totally rolled her eyes at me.

“You always wear that suit, don’t you? What’s the big deal?” I added, looking at Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, then at her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, too.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gave her an even smugger grin.

“See?”

With a smirk, she stuck her tongue out at me, which made me laugh.

She laughed also, and then turned to me.

“Sweetie, that’s really not what we were talking about. That was just a small comment I made. Forget I ever mentioned it.”

She turned back to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

“Baby, you have my complete blessing to wear or even not wear whatever you want around this house. When our men finally do go crazy from watching you running around here naked, I don’t want to hear a single complaint from anyone. You can all just deal with it on your own, okay?”

“Fine by me,” I said.

“Honey, what are you talking about? Has anyone ever complained to you about Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s bikini or any of her other skimpy things, not to mention some of the outrageously sexy items you’ve been known to wear around this house? Has she complained? Had you? I don’t think so,” grinned Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, stuck her tongue out at me again, which made me laugh even harder.

While softly squeezing her hand, she said,

“Just for the record, I wasn’t complaining either. I was merely showing concern for my daughter’s modesty.” She gave me a big, mischievous grin. “I was also thinking about the fragile psyches and tightening crotches of only you horniest Hindu. Anyway, baby, that wasn’t why your Abbū and I called you in here to talk.”

“So, okay, other than my  scandalous bikini, what did you want to talk about? You never did tell me.”

Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī,   cleared his throat.

“Yes, sweetie, as much as your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd,  and I would love to continue this discussion of how ‘hot’ you look, no, that’s not why we called you in to talk. Durgesh, I’m glad you’re here. You need to hear this too.”

“What’s going on?” I asked, grabbing a seat next to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī at the table.

“I’m afraid I’ve got a bit of good news and a bit of bad news, and it directly concerns you both.”

“Let me hear the good news first. The good news never sounds very good, not after you’ve heard the bad news,” I said.

Looking at Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, then me, Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī,   sighed.

“Durgesh, you know how you’ve been wanting to stay here in Kansas to be with your extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends?”

“Yeah…” I said, alert absolutely.

“Well, it looks like you’re going to get your wish. The job transfers to UCLA that your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and I had lined up fell through, so we’re not moving to California. We had to stay here in Kansas, so you’re good to go with your all your friends, kiddo.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was crushed.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew who was getting the bad news.

Just like always, a ‘talk’ meant Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī would hear something Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t going to like.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī looked up at Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and the disappointment on her  face was obviously clear as day.

“That’s right, honey, we’re not moving to California,” Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, said.

“So no UCLA for me,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, glumly.

I smiled and took her hands.

“Honey, now I didn’t say that, did me?”

Her heart leapt in her chest.

“But…how? What do you mean? If we don’t move, how do I still go to California?”

Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, placed her hands on top of ours.

“Honey, we know how much you want to go to California. That’s always been your dream. Just because your Abbū and I can’t come too, that doesn’t mean we’re going to keep you here. If you want to go, then go. Nothing needs to change with your plans, other than we won’t be there with you. Sweetie, you can still go to UCLA.”

“Where would I live, though?”

Our plan had been for us all to live together in a house we were going to rent from a friend of Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s.

“You’ll just have to get your own place. You could live in the dorms, or maybe we’ll see about finding you an apartment near the campus. One way or the other, we’ll work something out,” said Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

“Maybe you could find a place to share with someone,” added I.

“How would I do that, without having anywhere to stay until I found a place?”

Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, chimed in, turning to Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

“As pretty as she is, I’m not entirely comfortable with our daughter driving across the country all by herself. I’m also not thrilled with the idea of her being alone in L.A. without a safe place already set up for her. I can tell you right now, that’s not going to happen.”

When I spoke   up again, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought I surprised them all.

“Yeah, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, that could be really bad. You know what? This sucks. I mean, sure, I’m glad I get to stay here with my extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends. Now that we can’t go, though, I’m a little worried that you’re going alone. You get to do a roadie to Cali! How cool is that? Then you get to go apartment hunting in L.A.? Eīshān, that would be awesome. Still, it’s not safe. A Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl like you can’t show up in L.A. with nowhere to stay but a motel or a youth hostel. That’s just asking for trouble. Maybe that’s okay for some skeeze like Axl Rose, but it’s not okay for you. No way.”

Stunned, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just stared at me.

Besides my genuine concern for her, I also seemed truly excited about the idea of going to California.

An idea hit me, and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just blurted it out.

“Ammī? Abbū? Why don’t we have Durgesh drive with me and stay with me, at least until & find a safe place? That way I don’t go alone, and he gets to see his Musalmān girlfriends in California too. When I’m settled in somewhere, he could fly home. I’d be back in plenty of time for University, so why not? It might be fun, and it’ll definitely be good for us. It would give us some bonding time, like one last adventure together before I’m off to University. Durgesh already barely knows I’m alive. Once I’m gone, he may forget that he even has a Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī as his potential Live in Relationship Partner. I’ll come home for the holidays, and he’ll be all like, ‘Who’s this weird chick at our dinner table?'”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī kicked me, and I laughed,

“Yeah, right! Look who’s talking! Once you’re out in Cali, you’ll probably big-time all of us! You won’t even want to admit you had any family back in Hicksville, Kansas. Moment you meet your first surfer dude, we’ll never hear from you again.” I turned to her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, and her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, “You guys just wait and see. She’s gonna be the one to forget about us, long before we forget about her.”

“Nobody’s forgetting about anyone in this family,” said her Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, then she turned to her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, “Honey, I think that’s a great idea, don’t you? Let’s have Durgesh drive out with her. After all, Durgesh is not only my Hindu lover living here with us to provide masculine love to me only as being old you can’t provide it to me anymore. Durgesh is Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s Hindu lover as well. This could be like their summer vacation, and I’ll feel a whole lot better about Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s safety if I know her Hindu lover himself is looking after her.”

Grinning, Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, leaned over to squeeze my biceps.

“I know I can count on my big, strong Hindu man to keep my little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl safe.”

I looked determinedly at them both.

“I won’t let anyone hurt my stepdaughter and my lover.”

I pulled Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī on my lap.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī put her beautiful arms around my neck and kissed me on my Hindu lips passionately.

Even Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī couldn’t deny the fact that his twenty-eight years old daughter made a perfect couple with me.

But so his every extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houselady did.

Durgesh is really Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.

Durgesh is really the born Hindu husband of  Musalmān Beauties!

He was watching clearly that my ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Penis was rock hard and seeking its place between the gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān buttocks of Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, beamed proudly at Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, who appeared deep in thought.

After a few Moments, he finally seemed to come to a decision.

“Spending that much time on your own together, do you two think you could manage not to kill each other? During most of the trip, you will have no one else to talk to, and that’s a long drive. You’ll also be sharing motel rooms, and probably an apartment too. I don’t know whether you can handle it. If you could, yes, I think I like the idea. In addition to giving you two sometime to be together, it would also give me a little ‘quality time’ with my blushing bride, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd alone. No offense, Durgesh. You enjoy your new young Musalmān love, my daughter Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and let me enjoy my old love, my wife Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd.”

“None taken,” I smiled, making a ‘Ewwww!’ face over the idea of Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd  and Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, getting frisky.

“Hey, smart Hindu Penis, what’s so bad about us having some fun, huh? We’re not dead, you know,” laughed Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd.

I just kept smiling.

Then I turned to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

“Whaddya think, you big jerk? Can we manage not to kill each other indulging in wild savage sex nonstop infinitely?”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī winked at me,

“Sex is the ultimate poem of love, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! It’s life. It’s never death for us Musalmān Beauties and you Hindu Sukr’ts.”

“Ah, that’s my brilliant new Live in Relationship Partner.” I kissed Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī on her lips passionately.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī responded me more eagerly.

I stared at Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, waiting.

She tried to hold my hands in, but the corners of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth began to quiver, until she couldn’t keep it in anymore.

She started giggling, then totally fell apart laughing.

Getting up in a huff, I did my best Hindu  impression, exclaiming,

“Man, screw you guys! I’m going home!” Then I turned and bailed on them.

Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, was still laughing.

“Oh, c’mon, I’m sorry, dear! Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī believes you! Really, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī does!”

I turned back to give her a little smirk before bailing for good.

Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī,   was still laughing too.

“You guys are cruel. Just downright cruel. Poor Hindu Sexy man, even your own Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, teases me about internet porn. And you, Durgesh’s new young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Live in Relationship Partner, you’re going to need to keep a constant eye on Durgesh  during this trip. You’re a lot more mature than he is, you know. Also, you’ve at least gone away on weekend outings and things. You need to keep Durgesh  out of trouble from prospective fortune hunter horny Musalmān Beauties, if you really want to enjoy your entire life with Durgesh the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Probably even more than Durgesh  needs to look after you. Durgesh is a multi-zillionaire too, never forget. He is infamous for his extraordinary interest in having sex with Musalmān Beauties. The greedy Musalmān husbands, fathers, brothers do deliberately use their extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies, if they are really beautiful, to have some share, as the most as they can, in his utmost abundant money spread everywhere on the globe.”

I watched Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī intently.

I never thought he was so vigilant about the security of my money.

But I was wrong perhaps.

Since the time he became incapable to have sex with his four Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān wives, he surprised me requesting to take care of their sexual needs.

“I realize now, Durgesh, my friend, I shouldn’t have married so young Musalmān Beauties, even of the age of my daughters.”

“I see.” I’d watched him carefully.

“All my multi million dollars even now can’t return my youth and active manhood on bed. It’s useless, Durgesh, my dear friend.”

“Well,” I responded Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gravely, “you certainly haven’t come to me to confess your idiosyncrasies.”

“I want your sincere friendship, at least from now on. Let’s forget what we did in the past. Let’s start afresh now.”

I kept watching Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī intently,

“I was never your enemy, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. Your houseladies were themselves falling for me for sex and money. It was unfortunate you blamed me for it.”

“I’m sorry, Durgesh, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, please forgive me. Let’s start afresh I say.”

He offered his right hand to me.

“Okay.” I accepted his hand, “You still are a Congressman. Let’s see how far away we can go together.”

“Well, you respect Najmul Ħasan, don’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I support Najmul Ħasan now openly politically, socially, in every way.” ***

I smiled,

“I will, Abbū. I meant what I said. She’d like for us to spend some time together as Hindu lover and Musalmān beloved, getting to know one another again. We barely even see each other anymore. She’d  like for us to reconnect a little, before it’s too late. Pretty soon here, if I don’t do something about it, I won’t want to have anything at all to do with her.”

Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd, took Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī by hand.

“Honey, I think you’re misreading your Hindu lover. Durgesh loves you. He thinks the world of you. Durgesh knows you’re alive, and he’ll miss you when you’re gone.” Her expression becoming much more serious, she crossed her fingers in Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s. “Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, as your Ammī, please believe me when I tell you this: I’m not as oblivious as you may think. Your Hindu lover most definitely has been noticing that you’re a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl …a very beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl. Don’t let all my bluffing fool you. That innocent song and dance of mine? ‘Isn’t that the same bikini you wore the other day?’ Baby, that was a bunch of baloney.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī,   was simply nodding while looking right through me.

Durgesh notices you, sweetie. Where you’re concerned, he doesn’t miss a thing. You two just be careful out there.”

“I will, Abbū.” Still sitting on my warm Hindu male lap, and enjoying my still growing harder Uncut Hindu Penis between her magnificent Musalmān buttocks Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī promised, “ I’ll be careful with Durgesh. I mean, we will. I promise we’ll be careful.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī wasn’t quite sure what she was promising to be careful about, because I couldn’t tell what her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī,   really meant.

It almost felt like I was hinting at something deeper.***

Lying on her bed, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was reading a magazine and getting ready to go to sleep when Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī heard I do my usual triple-knock on her door.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī called for me to come on in.

While I was only wearing boxers, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī only had on some tiny, light blue panties and an old, cut-off ‘Rock Chalk Jayhawk’ tank top.

That’s about as much as either one of us would ever wear to bed during the heat of a dustbowl summer.

I was of same age as she was, twenty-eight, in her opinion.

Both Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī and her Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, had confirmed it.

Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought she was three years older to me and behaved accordingly.

So did Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Moreover, so did even Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī too, though he knew very well, it couldn’t be the truth.

I was surrounded with the Musalmān Beauties and their relatives who behaved with me accordingly.

The environment surrounding me was so electrifying and captivating that even I had started now forgetting that I was sixty-two actually.

Even I had started to respond and behave with them as if I was myself twenty-eight indeed.

I went and sat on her bed, next to where Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lay on her stomach.

“Can we talk for a minute?”

“Sure, darling, why not? What’s up?” Turning towards me, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lowered her head into her arms.

“Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I just wanted to thank you for suggesting to your Ammī, Tahajjud Kħālid bin Walīd,  and Abbū, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī,   that I come with you. You didn’t have to do that, and I never would’ve expected it. That was super cool of you.”

Looking up, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt a sudden rush of affection for her utmost efficient, utmost successful, Hindu lover.

I was actually a really good guy in her opinion.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī always knew that, but Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was feeling a little sad about it.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī realized she’d been just as guilty as I was, in terms of ignoring each other somewhat.

The way we’d drifted apart, it was at least equally her fault; probably more.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gave me a warm smile.

“Durgesh darling, you know I love you. I’m sorry for teasing you, too. Of course, I want you to come with me. I meant what I said. I want us to have some time together, before we both grow up too much. I think it’ll be awesome to take this trip with you, and I’m just glad you’re willing to go. Until you piped up there in the kitchen, I never would’ve guessed that you’d want to spend even ten minutes alone with me, much less join me on a roadie to California.”

“Seriously? Do you really think Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī; I wouldn’t want to spend even ten minutes alone with you? If that’s how you feel, then I’m truly sorry. That’s definitely, not how I feel, and I don’t want you thinking that crap. Yeah, it sounds like we need to get started on some serious fence mending. Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, you should never think I don’t want us to hang out together.”

I actually put my hand on her, in the middle of her back.

“Besides,” I grinned, “Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I have it on good authority that if I do go, I’ll get to enjoy all sorts of ‘quality time’ with the single hottest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān chick in the whole University.”

“Oh, really? Well, I had it on good authority that you won’t even notice me, not unless Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī dyes her hair blonde and get a boob job all the way up to double F. I’m not your type, and I’m just your boring, invisible stepdaughter anyway, though we are of same age. It’s a fact you preferred my Ammījān on me. Didn’t you?”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled through her long hair.

I’d been doing the lightest of small circles in the centre of her back, and then my hand froze.

“Who told you that?”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought about lying to me, but something told her that it was time to be honest with her honest Hindu lover.

“I overheard you and Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī the other day in the kitchen. You said you’re basically blind to Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, and that she’d need to be blonde, with ginormous Musalmān boobs, before you’d even notice me.”

“Well then, if you heard that, you also heard what Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said about you.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled.

“Yes, I did. Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī admitted it was nice to hear, since Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī don’t have any experience with boys, but—”

“But?”

“Yes…but. It was nice to hear, but it was sadder to hear that I’m invisible to you, and that’s all I could ever be. You can’t even see me as a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl. She’d hate to had to wear a wig and get some crazy boob job just so her own Hindu lover will know she’s alive.”

“Come on, if you heard all that, then you also heard me admit to Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī that I couldn’t come up with a single thing about you that isn’t perfect, and that includes your boobs.”

“You said they could be bigger.”

“‘The bigger the better,’ I said, yes, but you know I was joking. You have, umm…Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, c’mon, you have great Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān boobs, my darling. You know you do. Everyone knows you do. They are not even medium, much less small. You have big boobs, and they are absolutely perfect. I wouldn’t touch your boobs.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about! That just sucks. You say they are perfect, yet you wouldn’t even touch them,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī grinned.

“What? Huh?”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī continued grinning. Finally, she blushed.

“No! Not like that! Of course, I’d touch your great enticing Musalmān boobs! Wait…. Damn it, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī!”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was beaming.

Once I understood, I began to laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Miss Big Musalmān Boobs. Look, we both know that as pretty as you are, you’re completely out of her league. I could never land a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl like you. Eīshān, you’re the most popular cheerleader! Even I recognize that a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl can’t get much hotter than being the hottest cheerleader. Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said you look exactly like Nigār Sultānah, and yeah, I guess you really do. C’mon, she was like the most smokin’ hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl in Bollywood, and you look just like her, only you’re even better.”

“Because Iī have no tattoos, and I’m not a total raving bitch,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled.

“You’re not conceited either, plus you’re hella sweet. You also have bigger, better tits, and an even hotter Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass. I said all that too, and Waħīd Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī agreed, remember?”

“Yes, I remember,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, smiling softly.

My hand was moving over the middle of her back again.

“Mmmm, that feels good.”

I pulled it away.

“What are you doing? I said it feels good! ‘Feels good’ doesn’t mean ‘stop doing it,’ silly. Put that hand right back where it was.”

Tentatively, since we’d called attention to it, I returned my hand to her glamorous back.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī turned her head, and…Oh, crap.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī froze, and I felt her sudden change.

Before Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could look away, I followed her gaze to…

…the trophy.

She’d left her closet door open about a foot, and there it was, leaning against the back wall.

Had Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī not frozen up, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī probably could’ve blown it off.

Instead, my Hindu loverly intuition instantly kicked in, allowing me to recognize that I was seeing something Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t want me to see.

Feeling mischievous, apparently, I quickly jumped up and went to her closet.

“Allah, yā Allah! Oh, God,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī moaned, covering her head with a pillow. “No, no, no,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī groaned into the bed, kicking her feet up and down.

WHUUUMP!

I’d  jumped back onto the bed, all full of attitude.

“What’s this, huh? ‘The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl with the most perfect, awesome, Spankable ass ever!’ Does my dear, sweet Musalmān stepdaughter has her own perverted secret?”

Jumping off the bed, I held the trophy over my head and began doing this totally vivacious victory dance.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was laughing at my antics, and even beginning to get over her embarrassment.

Since I was laughing too, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī figured that would be the end of it.

That’s when things suddenly became immensely worse.

Thunk! Plop!

Oh, fuck.

‘Okay, Allah, Lord, go ahead, take me now. Put me out of my misery…please!’ Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī thought, covering her head with two pillows.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t want a single scintilla of light to be able to reach her, nor a hint of sound.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī just wanted to be swallowed whole, right then and there.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt a thump-thump-thump being drummed on her butt, with the left cheek receiving the heavier thumping.

I was singing that old song by Divinyls, “WAĦĪDAH SALĀĦUDDĪN AYYŪBĪ Touch Herself,” and Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī didn’t even need to look up to know I was drumming on her butt with my Uncut Hindu Lund that had brought out of my underwear.

We both were nude now.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī finally poked her head out from beneath the pillows to grin sheepishly at me.

I was rubbing the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund on her Musalmān asshole.

Of course, I was thoroughly delighted.

In fact, that might’ve been the happiest and downright goofiest she’d ever seen me.

“You cannot tell a single soul about this. You have to promise me,” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said, trying to be serious, yet giggling nonetheless.

“Tell a single soul about which thing? That you have the most Spankable Musalmān butt among your entire Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girlfriends? Well, I’m not interested in spanking it. I’d fuck this absolutely gorgeous Musalmān ass too, you have.”

Her innocent Musalmān eyes were suddenly widened,

“Allah, no, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I doubt I can survive your great Uncut Hindu Lund into my Musalmān ass.”

“Nonsense.” I tried to penetrate her ass but she suddenly squirmed andcit entered her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever enticing Wahābī Musalmān Choot instead.

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī giggled again,

Allah, yā Allah!

Was Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī  ever enjoying herself?

“Fine!” Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī grinned. “Enjoy your little victory. I’d just lie here and be fucked by you, until you get it out of your system. Just so you know, though, I had no idea about that trophy, not until the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls sprung it on me. It was part of their surprise going-away party for me.”

Calming down, I finally started to fuck Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī passionately, enjoying it very much, on the bed.

“Going-away party? When was this?”

It was clear from her extremely beautiful Musalmān face and attitude both that she herself was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Lund now in her Musalmān Choot deepest very much.

Well, it was what Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī herself was dying for.

She was greeting my every powerful Hindu penetration of her ravenous Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot by my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I smiled,

“I wanted to fuck you right in the morning, darling. But you were not in your suite.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled too.

“I’d gone to visit D.P. Choohā uncle. You know, his daughter is my friend.”

“It’s not good, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.” I said gravely, “I’ve told you so many times. We should never lower to the extent some of the ever shameless Congressmen have lowered themselves.”

“I’m sorry Durgesh. You are Ħazrat Mahdī ålayhissalām, neither I am nor my Abbū.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī’s perfect melodic voice was suddenly very curt.

I watched her prudently and said rather in a somewhat softened voice,

“Neither am I, Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. Please don’t follow Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan so blindly in everything. Please stop calling me Imām Mahdī ålayhissalām and please stop calling Dig Vijay Singh, the former Chief Minister of Madhya Pradesh D.P. Choohā.”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at me teasingly.

“I’ve told you so many times myself Durgesh. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hasn’t given Dig Vijay Singh, the former Chief Minister of Madhya Pradesh  now his famous name among Musalmīn and most of the intelligent persons D.P. Choohā.”

“I know but Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has approved it. Didn’t she?”

Waħīdah Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled impishly.

“Well, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is your Live in Relationship Partner. You must know more of her then any of the rest of the persons.”

 Chapter 11

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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


Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire 3

Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire

V’ lā tankiħū almusharikāti ħattā yu’minn

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Throwing to the Wolves

I was the only boy in Sābirah Jahāngīr’s family now, after her divorce with Abbū Najmul Ħasan.

Now, I lived with her six extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān daughters too.

Of course, they all were elders to me, rich, educated properly and well sophisticated.

The one thing, Abbū Najmul Ħasan was always careful to, was to have his houseladies educated, as much as possible, and independent financially too, individually.

Sābirah Jahāngīr was their Ammī.

Real Ammī.

However, no one believed it ever.

Even at her thirty-five, she had successfully maintained her body so perfectly that no one thought of her as an Ammī of six brilliant smart young daughters.

She appeared Twenty-Five only.

Ten years less than she really was, only one year elder to her eldest daughter.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

What a phenomenal Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Beauty!

Not different with me, I thought.

I appeared six years older than I really was.

She appeared ten years younger than she really was.

Were we both really made for each other?

Eīshāno Vishvvédasah.

God knows better.

Allah Ålīmun Ħakīmun.

Even after being told properly, everyone thought Sābirah Jahāngīr was their elder sister.

They started to call Sābirah Jahāngīr ‘Bājī’ even to tease their Ammījān.

Sābirah Jahāngīr scolded them, but to her own surprise, she enjoyed it secretly herself.

It was a great compliment to her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.

Yes, Sābirah Jahāngīr was not a Pakistani originally.

Her Ammī married a Pakistani, Maulānah Salīm Nūruddīn Jahāngīr.

Sābirah Jahāngīr was Maulānah Salīm Nūruddīn Jahāngīr’s daughter.

She was born when her Ammī was in Saůūdī Årab.

Even Sābirah Jahāngīr was raised and educated in Saůūdī Årab.

Only her citizenship and name was Pakistani.

Even her husband was an Indian, and not only Indian, a great patriot of India that always criticized Pakistan for fighting against India.

He was an Indian to the extent even the Hindus were not.

Najmul Ħasan was most revered by Hindus.

Alas, the communal Musalmīn were his critics, however.

I almost hero-worshipped him.

Her Indian husband Najmul Ħasan had, however, divorced Sābirah Jahāngīr, shortly after her six daughters were born.

She could not maintain with his too patriotic activities.

“We are Musalmīn. We must not revolt against our great Ummat-e-Muslimah.” Sābirah Jahāngīr argued.

“And what is Ummat-e-Muslimah?” Abbū Najmul Ħasan smiled, “Always against the majority of fellow citizens? Neither enjoying life themselves ever, nor bearing others to enjoy it. Kufrān-e-nåémat always. And you call it an Ummat-e-Muslimah? Great. How many of these munāfiqīn have read Qur’āno Aħādīs ever? Tārīkħ-e-Islamī? How many?”

“Nevertheless they are Musalmīn.”

Musalmīn, my foot. They are munāfiqīn, murattidīn even.”

“Najmul Ħasan, we’ve discussed these subjects so many times. You are too harsh on Ummat-e-Muslimah.”

“I show the mirror to this so called Ummat-e-Muslimah.”

“What are you after? Want to get Bhārat Ratn or Nobel Prize directly?”

“And you think both ridiculous. Isn’t it?”

“I’m a Musalmān first.”

And a human being, afterwards.” Abbū Najmul Ħasan smiled ironically, “Always a Pakistani, always hating India that it’s anti Musalmīn.”

“Well, isn’t it?”

“Never. Never, Sābirah Jahāngīr. India is the only country that really believes in the great policy to ‘Live and Let Live’.”

“I’m ashamed of myself what I saw in you that I married you.”

Yet, it was correct that Abbū Najmul Ħasan wanted a son of his own.

He had adopted me as his son for all practical purposes but his Ammī still used to compel him to have his own son.

Durgesh is my own son, Ammī.” Abbū Najmul Ħasan was furious, “He loves and respects us more than a person’s own son even.”

“You are right, son.”His Ammī had agreed with him, “Even then, never forget, even Ħuzūrs had to marry his adopted son’s wife, Zaynabrza. Allah knows better, Najmul Ħasan. We are only playthings in His hands.”

Sābirah Jahāngīr’s oldest daughter was 6 years older than ‘I was’ (?).

The ages came down a year at a time.

In order of oldest to youngest they were:

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan, 24 years old.

She had shoulder length hair, dyed deep red, and a set of breasts that anyone would love to have, really firm and big.

She was fit and always at the gym to keep her tight body at its best.

She was really outgoing and loud, but had never found the right guy.

Right guy in Musalmīn?

She laughed ironically.

‘Most uneducated/under educated fools’, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan spat at them.

The morons thought, ‘Ultra Modern Scientific Education’ was against Islam.

Therefore, they hated and avoided it deliberately.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was the next at 23 years old.

She had very dark shoulder length hair and her breasts were a little smaller than Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s but still a great size.

She too went down to the gym a lot and was just as fit as her elder sister was.

She was the shyer of the sisters but still had no problem with going out.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was next, 22 years old with long blonde hair.

Her breasts were big size and in addition to that, she had the most perfect legs also, one could imagine, long and sleek.

She was the fittest of the lot due to the fact she danced a lot and hoped one day to go pro.

She was the flirt of the gang, never one to back away from anything or anyone.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was next.

21 years old, she too was blonde, but her hair was shorter than Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s.

Her breasts were also very large, only just smaller than Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s.

Again, like her sisters, she was a gym freak and was in really good shape.

She was sort of in between the personalities, neither really shy nor flirtatious.

Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan was next at 20 years old.

She had hair like Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, really dark, but much longer.

Her breasts were big and she had a wonderful habit of only wearing tight fitting tops.

She never went to the gym, but was just naturally blessed with a perfect figure that all the others were jealous of.

She was one of the outgoing gang who stuck together a lot more than the others.

Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was the youngest, only 19 years old.

She had blonde hair that flowed down to the middle of her back, and she had great breasts that sat on a thin, but excellent body.

She went to the gym like the others and it showed on her.

She had a perfect hourglass figure and a really tight Pakistani Musalmān ass.

Like Navīdah Najmul Ħasan, she was a bit shy.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s voice came into my ears as she made her way into the living room dressed in a tight-fitting, white, cotton T-shirt and tight jeans.

“Hi, Durgesh. Good day planned?”

“Nope, you?” I asked back.

“Just the same as always, gym then TV.”

I looked at the clock, 9:00 AM and Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was already off to the gym.

“You are crazy you know that, don’t you?” I said, smiling, as Sābirah Jahāngīr’s eldest daughter grabbed her gym bag and packed her stuff into it.

“What do you mean crazy? I’m just err… focused.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan smiled back at me, before looking at the bright sun outside.

“Look, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan, anyone who goes to the gym at 9:00 AM is crazy. I run for 30 minutes at 11:00 AM then again at 4:00 PM and that’s plenty for me.” I said shaking my head.

“Well, Durgesh darling,” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan said as she moved over to stand right behind me.

All of them invariably called me ‘Durgesh darling’ to tease me at least, if nothing else for.

They were ultra modern, smart, Musalmān young ladies, thoroughly immersed in Western Culture.

Moreover, they were proud of it, entirely oblivious to the fact how detrimental it was to the family and family life.

“Maybe if you did come to the gym with me you wouldn’t be soooooo…. fat.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan teased me, as she leaned down and gave my ear a little lick.

“Hey, I’m not fat!” I said in mock fury at Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan.

She smiled and nodded teasingly at me before grabbing her bag and heading for the door.

“I’ll be gone for about 2 hours. Ammī and the others are still in bed. So be quiet, will you? They had a bad night. See you later.”

“Yea see ya.” I said. I watched Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s sexy Pakistani Musalmān ass sway out the door, before I settled back to watch some more TV.

She knew I watched her sexy Pakistani Musalmān ass, and enjoyed it.

That was what she wanted me to show.

All the Indian Hindu rascals love to watch sexy Pakistani Musalmān asses swaying.

The morons thought it was patriotic to fuck Pakistani Musalmān Beauties.

Pakistani Musalmān Beauties were fooling the idiots therefore as much as they could.

They were enjoying great sex with the Indian Hindu rascals and laughing at their irrational blind ‘patriotic’ (?) obsession to them.

Patriotic, my foot!

What’s patriotic there in enjoying sex with Pakistani Musalmān Beauties?

The Indian Hindu rascals must be sick minded, in blind communalism.

An hour later, it was Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan who was the next to show her face.

“Hi, Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan.” I said as I saw her walk into the room.

“Hi, Durgesh darling. Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan gone already?” She asked.

I nodded.

“Yes.”

“I don’t know how she and the others do it, do you?”

“No idea.” I said watching TV.

“I mean, I never go to the gym and look at me, I’m fine.” Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan said pointing out the obvious to her knowing Durgesh darling.

“You have no idea.” I said quietly, admiring her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body as she gave a twirl.

“Hi you two.” Navīdah Najmul Ħasan came walking in past her sister, sat on the sofa next to me and grabbed the remote from me, squeezing my Uncut Hindu Penis in the process as if totally unaware of it that it has happened.

My Uncut Hindu Cock immediately saluted Navīdah Najmul Ħasan.

She slapped it playfully, deliberately ignoring its lewd activities.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan loved my Uncut Hindu Lund’s lewd activities to her.

What a Lund!

What an Uncut Hindu Lund.

All the extremely glamorous Musalmān young lady friends were already enjoying it into their ravenous Pakistani Musalmān Choots.

Allah målūm, when Navīdah Najmul Ħasan would be successful in getting it between her own legs too.

She sighed exasperated.

“Hi.” Both Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and I said together.

Soon all the young Pakistani Musalmān women were up and rushing around the house.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan, all quickly rushed off to the gym after breakfast, leaving Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan, their Ammī, Sābirah Jahāngīr, and me in the house.

Being Saturday, none was at work and, as usual, the house would be hectic with all eight, coming in and out of rooms at irregular intervals.

When the whole family was together, they sat around the TV with their dinner.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan, Ammī and I sat on the sofa, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan sat on the chair next to us.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan, Navīdah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were all on the floor.

It was their favorite place, when eating or watching TV.

Currently they were doing both.

When they were all finished, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan got up and took everyone’s plates into the kitchen, putting them in the sink, to be washed later, before returning to her seat.

“That was great Ammī, really nice.” Raziyah Najmul Ħasan said, to which all the others agreed.

“Thanks, I do my best.” Sābirah Jahāngīr said to her kids.

It was so nice that they had all stayed with her, when normally they would have flown to their nests, their rooms that is.

The house, they lived in, was a big size one.

It had three large bedrooms, an attic conversion, a big kitchen, a large living room and a big garden.

The bedrooms had been divided up between the girls with Raziyah Najmul Ħasan, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan sharing one room and Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan sharing another.

Sābirah Jahāngīr had one to herself and I had the attic all to myself, whenever I stayed there.

“Well, it was excellent Ammī, but if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the loo.” I said getting up and heading for the stairs.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan watched her ‘Durgesh darling’ walk out the room.

She waited until I had gone upstairs, before excusing herself and following.

I opened the bathroom door and walked straight into Sābirah Jahāngīr’s eldest daughter.

“Oh, sorry Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan. I didn’t see you there.” I said, apologetically, as I stepped past her.

With the tight space between us, I had to squeeze past Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan.

She did not attempt to move out of my way, causing me to brush roughly against her massive buttocks against my loins.

My Uncut Hindu Lund immediately hardened between her massive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks.

Instead moving away, she pushed her gorgeous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass into my Hindu loins.

And, smiled at me wickedly, teasing me.

I grabbed her breasts, as if accidentally.

And thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund between her massive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks, almost penetrating her excellent gorgeous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

“Thank you.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan whispered to me, seductively, “you really twelve?”

“What do you think, my sweetheart?”

“Eighteen at least. You are excellent between my buttocks. I invariably enjoy you very much there.”

“You are not alone.”

“I see. All the six of us?”

I only smiled as if not commenting on her inquiry, keeping the secrets secrets.

“That’s a hard thing to do.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan said, smiling, and pressing backwards a little bit, into her ‘Durgesh darling’.

What a penis!

What an Uncut Hindu Penis!

How good it feels between her ravenous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks.

Why the Hindu idiot does not understand it?

Kambakħt, neither enjoys himself nor let her enjoy, even if he doesn’t want to.

She knew very well, how beautiful she is.

Is he blind?

Or, moron?

“What is?” I asked as I finally got past my voluptuous Pakistani Musalmān plaything.

I stood on the top of the staircase and looked at her for the answer.

“To miss me.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan smiled, showing and licking her canine teeth like a vampire would before biting a victim’s neck.

I smiled back and shook my head as I walked down the stairs.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, what is she doing?” I thought as I reached the bottom step and opened the door to the kitchen.

Back at the top Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was leaning against the door to her bedroom thinking about her ‘Durgesh darling’.

She didn’t know why, but recently I had been having a real effect on her.

But not the sort a brother should have on his sister.

Brother Sisters, hell.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was not born yesterday.

She has read everyone’s eyes deeply.

They thought Durgesh their plaything and Durgesh thought them his playthings.

She was as confident as she could be.

Durgesh could have almost penetrated her Pakistani Musalmān ass.

His Uncut Hindu Lund can’t be twelve years old only.

He must be eighteen at least.

How bold this Hindu boy is.

Never ashamed of anything drastic between them.

He enjoyed her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass into his Hindu male lap more, than Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan had enjoyed his rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund between her ravenous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks.

Soon all the girls had dispersed.

Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan were up in their bedroom, Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were in Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan’s bedroom, and Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was out at the gym.

I was up in my room listening to my CDs when Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan came in.

I didn’t hear her enter as I had on a pair of headphones and loud music.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan smiled as she walked up behind me and kneeled down.

Her breasts were just behind my head about an inch away.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan watched her ‘Durgesh darling’ slowly nodding my head to the music that was playing in my ears.

She slowly placed a hand on my shoulder and I spun around quickly, not realizing that Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s massive breasts were right behind my head.

I pushed my face right into them, inadvertently.

“OHHHH!” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan moaned as she felt my face press between her thick cotton covered breasts.

But I equally quickly, pulled back away, teasing her.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were there.” I told my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, almost winking at her.

How cautious the Hindu scoundrel is, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan bit her lower lip. ‘Almost winking at her’, not in the open even now.

Could it be that the Hindu scoundrel didn’t know, I pushed my ass deliberately, in his scoundrel Hindu lap?

He wants me to plead with him.

He would never show he understands.

Though he does understand everything very well.

The perfect Hindu rascal.

“Oh no, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been so close to you.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan said practically, as she moved her breasts around under her top rearranging their positions until she was satisfied with them.

She looked up to see me watching her.

Not seeing she had looked, I carried on until she moaned slightly.

This brought a shrewd, cunning, smile to my face as I realized she had caught me.

Never ashamed of, never ashamed of himself.

He can’t be twelve.

The scoundrel is more experienced in this game than even she had thought.

He is constantly winning.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan had always been close to me, maybe more so, than with her sisters even.

After all, I was the youngest and Abbū, Najmul Ħasan, had divorced soon after Raziyah Najmul Ħasan was born.

So they had had no male influences in their life to talk to.

I was rather isolated in the family, as far as to any male company at all.

I was the only male there, among seven extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān young women.

They all had to utilize me without another option at all, if anyone of them needed any romantic interludes and male companionship whatsoever.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan had taken over as a sort of surrogate parent when she was 14, since their Ammī was 18 when she had her.

And now she had seven kids to look after.

She needed help.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was more than pleased, to take some responsibility, in their looking after.

Thus, she allowed Sābirah Jahāngīr to go off to work.

After all, the multimillion businesses they had; also needed some attention.

Not much had changed now that they had all grown up.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan, not having outside work very much, mostly stayed at home and looked after the place, mostly, after her immensely needed business activities.

Navīdah Najmul Ħasan was a Hairdressing Expert.

Suraiyā Najmul Ħasan was a Reception Expert.

Rizwānah Najmul Ħasan was a Departmental Store Owner.

And Sāliħah Najmul Ħasan and Raziyah Najmul Ħasan were at University.

I had to manage and supervise overall, under Ammījān Sābirah Jahāngīr, of course.

My extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān playthings and their Ammī had said they made plenty enough for me and Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan, to live on, as long as we made sure the house was clean, controlling entire household staff, ladies staff without any exception,  when they came home.

Naturally, we agreed and the arrangement was made.

It brought Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan and me closer than to the rest of the young ladies.

And it brought both of us to the mischiefs we were doing when we found alone each other.

“So what are you listening to then?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan asked her still not embarrassed ‘Hindu scoundrel’.

I was shamelessly not trying to cover my growing Hindu erection, even under my hands.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaah!

How can she discipline this Hindu rascal?

So bold?

So unashamed of anything.

“Nothing much. Did you want something?” I asked hoping she’d say ‘no’ and leave.

But, she didn’t.

The Sālī was, perhaps, deliberately determined now to do some mischief herself, whatsoever it maybe.

“Yes, actually, I did. Could you give me a hand with supervising the washing up, please? That’s our job, remember?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan said while putting her hand on me.

Where?

On my Hindu crotch, acting as if she was innocently unaware of it.

My Uncut Hindu Lund twitched under the warmth of her palm.

“Sure, just wait a few minutes, will you?” I said slowly trying to push her hand away from my crotch.

Durgesh, come on, Ammī said we need to get it done now.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan lied.

What had actually happened was that Ammī had said it needed doing before they went to bed, but Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was desperate to get her ‘Durgesh darling’ to stand up my Hindu erection intact.

On deliberate mischief, of course.

“OK, I’m coming.” I told my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

Luckily, I had stalled long enough to get my boner down.

Standing I turned off my CD player and turned to face my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything who was almost visibly disappointed that my Hindu erection was gone now.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan had deliberately pushed her massive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks into my lap.

She wanted me erect.

“Shall we?” I asked walking past my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan got up and followed close behind me.

Once downstairs, we got to supervise the maidservants working on the dishes.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan kept getting little glances of her ‘Durgesh darling’ looking at her impressive breasts, causing her to start to get hot and push out her chest slightly more every time I looked.

I wouldn’t cough, and mischievously try to look at them.

My eyes were drawn to her and she knew it.

She smiled to herself on her victory.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was now really hot and her tight cotton knickers were starting to get wet as she continually teased her Durgesh darling.

Finally, she thought it was time to give me a real show I wouldn’t forget.

Dropping a fork to the back of the sink, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan quickly leaned over the sink of soapy water to grab it.

Not being the tallest person in the world and having such huge breasts, she pressed them into the water making sure they were covered about halfway up the cotton T-shirt.

It, as one can imagine, became almost see-through instantly.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan had a quick look at me.

I was impishly looking at her curved, tight, supple Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

Smiling Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan wiggled it at me and that snapped me out of it.

Realizing I had an erection, I sat on a nearby chair to supervise finishing the drying.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan watched me sit and knew the reason.

She then pulled herself back from the water and stood up straight.

“Yā Allaaaaah! !” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan exclaimed loudly, causing me deliberately to look up quickly at her.

My eyes met with the sight of her massive breasts, half showing through her soaked top, her nipples hard with little droplets of water falling from each.

“What happened?” I asked almost smiling urbane at Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan stood hands on hips in front of me.

“I must have dropped them into the water when I leaned in for the fork. Allah! Look at me” she said as she cupped her breasts and pressed them together for her ‘Durgesh darling’s enjoyment.

“Oh wow. You better go, get changed. I’ll supervise them finish drying these, up you go.” I said as I admired my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan nodded but didn’t move from the spot.

How could she?

It marred the very purpose of all the exercise she was doing so laboriously.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan just slowly rubbed her breasts a little more obviously at me and watched my reaction or, should I say, my Uncut Hindu Lund’s reaction.

She watched as it throbbed underneath my tracksuit pants.

Realizing my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything was watching me; I teasingly covered myself and crossed my legs, my face going extremely mischievous once more.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan smiled before turning and giving me a good view of her outstanding perfect round chubby Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass before walking off to the stairs and out of sight.

I watched Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s every move before composing myself and ordering to finish the drying quickly.

After they had finished it, I made my way upstairs to check on Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan.

Secretly I wanted to see if she had changed yet.

I arrived at Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s door that was left slightly open.

Poking my head around, I saw my tremendously attractive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan stood facing me with just a small pair of white cotton knickers on that were cut into a V high over her massive Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks and tight into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot, they resembled a thong in design, and some long white stockings.

I smiled shrewdly, as I saw her massive breasts on display to me like this.

They looked big when she had on a tight top, but loose they were even better.

She had high firm breasts, a full DD cup at least, with no sag at all.

Just like the sort, one sees on porn actresses when they have had repeated augmentation surgery and enlargements, but hers were natural.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan had the most perfect breasts I had ever seen with large nipples that just fitted her size perfectly.

I shot back to reality when I heard Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan say something to me.

Not knowing what it was, I just answered,

“Yes it’s finished.”

I was deliberately, shamelessly, was NOT looking away from her.

Why should I?

I was not proposing to her.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan herself was offering her to me, so desperately, so frantically.

If there was anyone to be ashamed of, it was Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan herself.

Why me?

Why ME??

“Great, but I didn’t ask that. What I asked was: DO YOU LIKE THE VIEW?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan repeated the question slowly, wickedly and deliberately.

It was as if Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan didn’t care that her ‘Durgesh darling’ had just walked in on her with no top on.

Of course, she didn’t.

“Err…….. hhmmmm.” I was smiling confident for an answer.

How should I answer a marvelous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Beauty asking me, if I like the view after I have just been staring at her massive naked perfect Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

“Well?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan pressed, not attempting to cover herself from view.

“I’m sorry, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan. I thought you had changed.” I apologized sophisticatedly, as I took a shameless glance to see if she was covered yet.

Well, she wasn’t.

Neither she wanted to, I think.

“It’s ok, I don’t really mind you know. You are my Hindu brother and that makes me feel safe with you. So don’t be embarrassed.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan tried to reassure her ‘Durgesh darling’.

I took her words in and looked back briefly before turning away again.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan thought it was cute that her ‘Durgesh darling’ was not embarrassed to see her like this.

This was what she wanted, what she desired, what she craved for.

Walking over behind me, Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan placed her hands around me pressing her massive breasts into my back and her thin cotton knickers into my ass cheeks.

They were about the same height so she gave my neck a little kiss and began dropping her hands down towards my Hindu crotch.

Realizing what she was doing, I teasingly moved away from her, sauntered out of the room smiling gracefully, and up to my, slamming the door closed and locking it.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan smiled as she heard the door lock.

She grabbed the door to her room and slowly closed it.

At the same time, I sat on my bed.

My heart was pounding.

The bitch had excited me now to the extent that the only thing I wanted now was being inside her immediately.

But Abbū Najmul Ħasan—

A thousand questions were running through my head.

I lay back and tried to make sense of the situation.

It had been 2 days, since the bedroom incident involving Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan.

I had done my best to avoid her, but now the others were at work and University.

So we were all alone together in the house, once more.

Actually, it was mostly the case that I was alone with her.

Durgesh, we have to talk or something. We have to get over this.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s soft voice came through her ‘Durgesh darling’s door.

I tried to ignore it.

Durgesh, you know I’m not going away. Just open the door please, and we’ll sort this all out.” She was determined now.

It was obvious she needed me inside her with more intensity now.

I apprehensively unlocked the door to my room and slid it open slightly, just enough to peak out.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan stood there facing the door, hands on her hips, a thin, white, cotton T-shirt covering her perfect body and a pair of stonewashed jeans wrapped around her long toned legs.

The light from the bright sun reflected her features immaculately.

She was a true Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān sex goddess.

“Come on Durgesh darling, just open the door.” She asked me sweetly.

Her voice, however, was not making me shudder.

I opened the door realizing it completely.

“There.”

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan walked in and over to her ‘Durgesh darling’s single bed, positioned at the far end of the room, her trainers making the floor boards squeak as she crossed them.

The light from the open window above her, cascaded light onto her beautiful ass, as it swayed side to side as Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan walked.

I closed the door, not wanting to look back at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything as she went by me and to my bed.

“What do you want Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan?” I asked, directly looking at her.

“To talk, Durgesh. We really need to get things out in the open, don’t you think?”

“Well, I’m not sure there is anything to get out really.”

“Bullshit, Durgesh darling, you know there is.”

“What, uuumm, what is there to get out exactly?” I asked slightly irritably as I turned and looked at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything for the first time.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was sitting on the edge of my bed, knees together, leaning back in a stream of sunlight coming through the window, highlighting her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, with shadows and light.

“The way we feel toward each other, maybe? Why you have been avoiding me so much lately is another one.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan shot back leaning forwards, off the bed, making her breasts fall over her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body casting it in shadow.

“I…I don’t know what you mean.” I said gravely as I took a long look at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

My Uncut Hindu Lund, to my prudence, was starting to harden as I saw her leaning off my bed.

“You know exactly what I mean, Durgesh darling. You have been avoiding me for the last two days, since we were in my room. So why?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan asked, flicking her hair from her face and leaning back again pushing her breasts out again.

“I—I—.” I looked for something to say but even I couldn’t think of anything to say.

“You what Durgesh?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was trying to pressure an answer from her stern play partner, playing excellent so far.

“I’m just careful about seeing you, that’s all. I didn’t know how you’d react.”

This was not a very convincing story.

True, in part, but not convincing and Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan knew it.

“Durgesh, that’s not all of it, is it?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan asked as she opened her legs slightly more, giving her ‘Durgesh darling’ a better view at the crotch of her jeans.

“Yes.” I said gravely as Sābirah Jahāngīr’s eldest daughter sat in a more erotic pose only 10 feet away.

“What about when I came up behind you and pressed into your back? Were you embarrassed then? Cuz you sauntered out fast.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was not going to let me get away without a proper talk.

“Yes I was.” I admitted quietly raising my head.

“Why did you saunter off Durgesh ?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was enjoying this now.

She could see her ‘Durgesh darling’ was being broken down by her pose and questions.

She was finally getting somewhere with me.

I stayed silent, looking straight at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

“Durgesh, Durgesh darling, just tell me, will you? We need to get things out. I have a few things I want to say, but I need to know a few things first. So, please, just tell me.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan said in her sweetest, most sincere voice. This broke me completely.

“I really liked it when you pressed into me and liked it even more when you rubbed your hands down my body, but you’re my role model’s daughter. There are not so many great Musalmīn, even on the globe, as your Abbū is. I respect your great father very much. We shouldn’t do anything like that.” I said gravely, looking at my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything again.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan had opened her legs even wider and brought one knee up, resting her foot on the bed.

“Is that all, or is there something else you’d like to tell me? The truth perhaps?” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan asked as she wrapped her arms around her raised leg pulling it to her massive chest and getting a cute little girl look in her eyes, which melted her ‘Durgesh darling’ .

“No, the reason I sauntered off is, I’m not really used to such circumstances with my respected Musalmīn’s daughters. It’s one thing to play with the houseladies of scoundrel Musalmīn. But it’s quite another thing to play with the daughters of the great Musalmīn I respect very much. I played with you to some extent but it’s going beyond my morals now. I’m sorry.” I admitted gravely.

I didn’t want to say these things, but my outstandingly stunning Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything seemed to have some sort of spell on me.

She was getting everything out of me and even I could do nothing about it.

She was my role model’s daughter after all.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was almost shocked at my admission.

She had never thought I was so much respectful to her Abbū.

“You don’t want to play with me anymore because you think it would disgrace my Abbū, you respect very much?”

“Yes.” I confirmed her statement gravely.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan almost shot off the bed she sat up fully so fast.

“But I thought you would have, at least once.” It was Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s turn to look for words.

I just shook my head “no” looking up straight at my extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān plaything.

Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was now sitting with her legs dangling off of the bed, her thighs wide apart and her hands between them holding the bed sheets.

“But you’ve have countless Musalmān girlfriends, right?” she asked curiously.

I again said gravely,

“Yes, of course.”

“Would you cheat any of them ever?”

“Certainly not.” I was even irritated somewhat, on the question.

“But most of the men do sometimes.”

“I’m not responsible for what the others do.”

“Are you not responsible even for the houseladies of the great Musalmīn, you respect so much?”

“Of course I am, but—”

“But you want to throw them to the wolves.” suddenly Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was stern at me now, sarcastically, “And that’s your kind of respect you pay to the great Musalmīn, you respect so much. Great. The houseladies of the unworthy Musalmīn are safe with you, and the houseladies of the worthy Musalmīn have to face the scoundrels of our great society. You certainly respect great Musalmīn, very much. Bravo.”

Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19

24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20

25. A deserving unfaithfulness

26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

27. Yåqūb Family-1

28. They conspired against me

29. A secret Smile

30. A new young wife at sixty

31. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

32. The Beaming Knowledge

33. The three pregnants-1

34. The three pregnants-2

35. In the Moonlight

36. Sālī, Ammījān!

37. Now entirely secured and safe

38. She needed me extremely

39. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

40. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

41. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

42. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

43. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

44. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

45. No Hindu, Please!

46. Only Hindus, Please!

47. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

48. I do hate hypocrisy

49. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

50. Hell, I revolt

51. She loved me all along

52. She told the untold-1

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

54. Making love and understanding everything

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

56. After the death of my husband

57. The everbest wives-1

58. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

59. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

61. You are the best. You don’t know

62. I’m not defeated even yet-1

63. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

64. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

66. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

67. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

68. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

69. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

70. I live with him

71. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

76. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

77. It all happened just naturally-1

78. It all happened just naturally-2

79. Under Open Sky

80. 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.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

92. Three sons three Ammīs

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

101. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

111.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

123. The everincreasing infinite lust

124. The women in my life

125. 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

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

164. Age no bar: 1

165. Age no bar: 2

166. The Absolute Surrender

167. Her Ultimate Decision: 1

168. Her Ultimate Decision: 2

175. Her Ultimate Decision : 3

175. The Extent: 1
176. The Extent: 2

177. The Extent: 3

178. The Extent: 4

179. The Extent: 5

180. The Extent: 6

181. The Extent: 7

182. The Extent: 8

183. The Extent: 9

184. The Extent: 10

185. The Extent : 11

186. The Extent : 12

187. The Extent : 13

188. The Extent : 14

189. The Extent : 15

190. The Audacity

191. The Audacity 2

192. The Audacity3

193.The Audacity4

194. Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire 1

195. Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire 2

196. Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire 3

197. Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire 4

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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

29. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:3

30. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:4

31. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:5

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More 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 4| Sookt 26| Mantr 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

36. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 31| Mantr 18

37. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr2

38. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

39. Saamved: Mantr 1

40. Sāmved: Mantr 115

41. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

42. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

43. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

51. Atharv Ved: Kaand 4| Sookt 13| Mantr 1

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

53. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 4| Mantr 22

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

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



Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire 2

Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire

V’ lā tankiħū almusharikāti ħattā yu’minn

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Durgesh Sābirah Jahāngīr

It started the day she got a raise.

She came home so happy, she wanted to celebrate.

After all, it wasn’t just the raise; it was her independence, she was celebrating.

Ever since her divorce, doubt had nibbled at the corners of her mind.

Could she make it on her own?

Could she earn enough to support herself and her adopted Hindu son, Durgesh?

Would her ex’s parting words prove true?

“You’re too stupid to ever earn a decent living.”

Well, she hadn’t been too stupid, and now she had a raise, and now, she wanted to celebrate.

She opened a bottle of wine and poured herself a big glass.

She called in me and poured me a glass of juice too.

She wanted to share her good fortune with someone, and I was handy.

Together we sipped wine and juice, laughed, and talked about how to spend the extra cash.

Nothing frivolous.

It wasn’t that much money.

She hadn’t won the lottery.

But the money would pay for a luxury now and then.

That made us both happy.

Too happy.

One bottle led to a second, and by then, neither of us really wanted dinner.

We toasted and planned and got more drunk.

Until I passed out.

She deceived me in drugging my juice deliberately.

She wasn’t quite sure when it happened.

One Moment , I seemed fine, and the next I was slumped in my chair, my body sprawled, my legs sticking out my gym trunks, my mouth slack and open.

She knew I had passed out.

She had seen that often enough, whenever some ravenous Musalmān Beauty wanted to fuck me even against my will, and drugged my juice deliberately.

And it was her job then to try and wake me, get me to bed.

She grabbed my arm and talked to me, but I wouldn’t rouse.

I simply sat there inert but still handsome.

She couldn’t deny that one gift, her ex had insisted she had to have.

Najmul Ħasan was a Western minded Musalmān.

He agreed to divorce her on only one condition.

She would never live alone.

The business would be in my name, and in the big mansion, she had to live with me.

The look softened her for a Moment, and a pang of regret shot through her.

They had had good times.

They had had fun.

And in bed…well, she had never been disappointed there.

Maybe she missed that part most.

She missed those sweaty sessions between the sheets. Grabbing him, stroking him, holding….

She involuntarily looked at me, at my Hindu crotch.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had heard so much about my unique Hindu sexual prowess from her friends.

Was I really endowed as I was talked of?

She looked, wondered, and fought the urge to check.

Allah, what if I was, what then?

Had she been sober, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān probably would have laughed and gone to bed, but she wasn’t sober.

She was full of confidence and wine, and I had passed out.

Perhaps she should check me out.

Who would ever know?

No one.

She laughed as she sank to her knees in front of me.

If she did this right, I would never even suspect.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān pulled open a leg of my trunks and pushed her hand up my thigh.

A nice, athletic Hindu thigh.

Who said Durgesh was twelve years only?

Nonsense.

He couldn’t be less than eighteen at least.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān pushed past my boxers and found my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Yes, it was much like as it was said to be.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wondered if she could make it hard.

She stroked me, lightly.

The way she knew Najmul Ħasan liked it.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wondered if I could even get it up while passed out.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān supposed I could.

Didn’t men get hard and soft during the night while we slept?

Didn’t it have a mind of its own?

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān stroked a bit more, and Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was rewarded.

She felt it start to expand, which emboldened her.

She rubbed a bit harder and squeezed, pulling it down my thigh and toward her.

Allah, it was filling rapidly, getting hard in her hand.

She giggled.

Allah, if anyone could see her.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān pushed away the thought and pushed up my shorts, exposing the head that was sooo soft and yet hard, simultaneously.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān stroked and watched it grow, and she knew I was bigger than Najmul Ħasan even.

Bigger, harder too, from what Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān could tell.

And I looked…pretty.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had never really studied an Uncut Hindu Lund before.

Najmul Ħasan had a cut Musalmān nūnī only.

Durgesh’s was her everfirst Uncut, while almost her every friend is already enjoying Uncut Hindu Lund ever since she was young and attained her adulthood.

It was now as if a fashion among Musalmān Beauties to enjoy Uncut Hindu Lund in their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts, without any failure, without any exception too, as if.

Without any Uncut Hindu Lund, in their Musalmān Cunts,  as if the Musalmān Beauties were neither modern nor liberated.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān supposed it was because most men didn’t really want it studied when it was in that state.

They wanted to use it.

But if they knew how good it looked to women, they would be less insistent on using it and more amenable to letting women stare and study and get aroused by the mere sight.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān studied it, and it reminded her of a King Cobra, a Brown King Cobra in a tutu—Allah, what a thought that was, like it was some kind of dancer.

It was wearing a collar that Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān touched lightly, running her delicate Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān finger along it.

What purpose did that serve?

Designed to please a Musalmān woman, make her want sex more?

What else?

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān smiled to herself.

Even Allah Miyān wanted a Musalmān woman to fuck a Hindu.

How otherwise could have it happened?

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān supposed everything about it, was designed to please a woman, make mating more pleasurable.

If it felt good, wouldn’t a woman be more receptive?

Wouldn’t that assure the propagation of the species?

Stiff with something to stimulate a woman, yes, that was what it was all about.

And this one was full and brown and as hard as Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had ever seen one.

But despite the hardness, the skin was soft.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān could feel her heart beating through the blood pumping through it.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān concentrated on it for a Moment.

My heart was pumping right along, young and strong.

What a wonderful thing to have, a young heart and a Hindu erection like this.

Wow, no wonder the young were envied.

She ran a nail over my head and felt it shiver.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān thought she might be able to study it for hours, but that would be crazy.

No, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had to end her study before I woke or something happened.

She didn’t want a problem.

She leaned forward and kissed the tip, lightly, tenderly.

Then, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān pulled down my shorts and stood.

I slept so peacefully.

Her eyes wandered down to the King Cobra in my shorts.

She resisted the temptation and went off to her room.

But she didn’t sleep, not at first.

She lay still as the King Cobra vision played across her mind.

She found it incredibly stimulating as she supposed Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was designed to do.

As sleep stole over her, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān smiled.

In the morning, she found me in my bed, which meant I had awakened during the night.

As Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān woke me, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wondered if I was hard under the covers, half wanting to check.

I groaned and moaned, but Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān woke me anyway and went down for coffee.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was sipping when I walked in, ready for University.

With a kiss on her cheek, I was gone, but not before the King Cobra vision flashed in her brain.

A vision, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān didn’t banish right away.

Work was work, and despite the stress and her wishes, she found herself reliving the night before at Moments.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān didn’t do it on purpose, but Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān couldn’t help remembering it neither.

She remembered how it looked and felt how she made it hard and ready.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān didn’t dwell on the images, but Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān couldn’t quite banish them either.

Not even at lunch with Nādirah Arzumand Bābar.

Nādirah Arzumand Bābar was another divorcee, but Nādirah Arzumand Bābar was different in that she claimed to date very young Hindu men.

‘Barely legal’ was her way of describing us.

Nādirah Arzumand Bābar said we had huge advantages over older Hindu men.

Let teen Musalmān Beauties  have the older Hindu men, leaving the young ones for mature Musalmān Beauties.

The older Hindus would get tight Musalmān Cunts, and the mature Musalmān Beauties would get young Hindu studs.

Why not let everyone enjoy, after all, as one damn pleases?

The young Hindu studs got hard easily, had great stamina, and loved sex.

If they came too quickly, well, that was a hazard that could be overcome by making them do it twice.

They recovered quickly.

Also, Nādirah Arzumand Bābar said that if she could give us our first blow job, she owned us.

We would do anything for the second one.

While Nādirah Arzumand Bābar described her latest conquest, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān thought about the King Cobra.

Were young Hindu men really so good?

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān didn’t know, and more than likely Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān would never find out.

After work, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān called home.

I was going to a party with my friend Shankar Mahāpralayankar, so Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān decided to go to a movie with Nādirah Arzumand Bābar.

After, they stopped for a drink; Nādirah Arzumand Bābar flirted with the young Hindu waiter.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was a bit put off, but Nādirah Arzumand Bābar was in her element, half seducing the young Hindu man.

He was cute and maybe in good shape, but he certainly wasn’t buff.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was willing to bet he wasn’t hung either.

Why did that vision keep inserting itself into her mind?

Why was Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān dwelling on it?

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wasn’t.

At least Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān told herself she wasn’t.

A message waited for her at home.

I was staying the night with Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

She brushed her teeth, slipped into bed and entertained the King Cobra vision for only a Moment before she went to sleep.

Saturday meant laundry, which Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān started with the usual lack of enthusiasm.

While sorting, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān came across the shorts I had worn the night Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān touched it, and by chance, she noticed a stain, a stain she recognized.

Every wife knew that stain, that male stain.

It was as clear as day.

I had had a dream, the dream had led to ejaculation, and this was the result.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān couldn’t help but wonder if she herself had had anything to do with it.

Had her handling me caused the dream?

Or was it the wine mixed with my juice?

She shouldn’t have done the mischief.

If I don’t like wine, why don’t the Musalmān Beauties, including herself, let it go at that?

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wondered, and as Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wondered, the vision invaded her mind once again.

With the vision came a wave of heat.

The idea that Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had caused me to…well, the idea floated her boat as the kids liked to say.

With a last look, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān tossed the shorts into the washer.

Did Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān possess that kind of power?

After laundry, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān went outside to work in the garden.

Of course, the property was now in my name, but I was still devoted to her.

Najmul Ħasan had a great faith in me, yet I refused to leave Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān alone.

“Abbū is not leaving her, Durgesh.”Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan had argued, “Yet, she is adamant to separate from him.”

“Your Abbū is turning to be a communal day by day.” Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had charged.

Najmul Ħasan only smiled.

But Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan was furious.

“Insisting to have the property in the name of a Hindu? Of course Abbū couldn’t be more communal, Ammījān.”

“Najmul Ħasan can do anything to avoid his property in my own name.” Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had barked at her daughter, “Peruse the property settlement first, carefully. Durgesh has to support me entire my lifetime, but even he can’t transfer this property ever in my name.”

“Because Abbū wants to protect you from yourself too.” Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan shouted, “Can’t you see? He still loves you.”

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān laughed ironically.

The work was something she enjoyed.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was on her hands and knees in the bed, when she glanced over her shoulder and found me looking at her.

I grinned as if I had just walked up.

But Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wondered if I had been back there for a bit, looking at her, admiring her perfectly round, extraordinary gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass?

Had I?

And if I had, why was that exciting too?

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān drove the thought from her mind as Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān told me to cut the lawn.

I stripped off my shirt as I went to the garage, and she admired my Hindu body.

Tanning while mowing was my motto.

She finished and went inside.

As Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān sipped lemonade, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān watched me mow.

Back and forth, green grass spewing out; I looked very good to her.

The King Cobra vision popped into her mind, the heat rippled.

She found herself wondering if she had caused me to dream.

Why did Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān think of that?

Shaking her head, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān went to fold laundry.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was delivering the laundry when I came out of the shower in nothing but a towel.

I scampered into my room but not before Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān checked out my Hindu ‘package’, a package Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was now even more than merely familiar with.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān chided herself for even looking, but Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān couldn’t help herself.

The vision, it was the vision that drove her.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān drove the desire to invade my room and disappeared into her own.

How had she managed to be there right when I came out of the shower?

Chance?

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān told herself she hadn’t planned it.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān half expected me to ‘happen’ along when she emerged from her shower in her robe, but I wasn’t there.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wasn’t disappointed.

How could she be?

That would be crazy.

What was she expecting, a peeping son?

We met in the kitchen and exchanged plans.

I was going to a party with Shankar Mahāpralayankar, my friend.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was going out with Nādirah Arzumand Bābar.

We would meet back home later.

Fair enough.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān ended up at a dance place, where Nādirah Arzumand Bābar fawned over young Hindu men and older men plied Nādirah Arzumand Bābar with drinks.

She accepted the drinks, danced a little, and turned down the offers for something more.

A few sweaty minutes in the parking lot or with someone with beer, breath wasn’t her idea of a ‘good time’.

A couple of them rubbed their hips on her.

Once Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān detected a Hindu erection, she found herself comparing it to mine. Not even, close.

I was so much bigger and harder.

‘Shukr hai Allah kā’, she sighed.

The vision filled her head even as Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān danced.

Nādirah Arzumand Bābar picked up a likely young Hindu man, a kid in Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān’s eyes, which gave Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān a reason to go home early.

The place held nothing Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wanted.

Home was actually welcome as Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān tossed her keys on the table.

Why did she let Nādirah Arzumand Bābar drag her to places where the footwear of choice were cowboy boots?

She laughed and poured herself a glass of wine, and was halfway through it before I hobbled in.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar supported me, and pain filled Mine face.

“Ankle,” I said as I hopped past, straight to my room.

She followed and watched Shankar Mahāpralayankar help me into bed.

I moaned as Shankar Mahāpralayankar jammed a pillow under the offending ankle.

Then, with a guilty smile, Shankar Mahāpralayankar vanished, leaving me to tell the tale.

We had been playing pickup basketball, and I had been showing off, dunking the ball.

I came down on someone’s foot, and tI ankle folded.

No one’s fault just happened.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar had wrapped tI ankle and given me some ibuprofen, but it still throbbed.

But nothing to worry about really, just a bad sprain.

She retrieved a bag of ice and the painkiller Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had taken when sI broke her foot the year before.

The prescription called for a single pill, but I wanted two.

I was bigger I argued.

Besides, I needed sleep.

She acquiesced and watched me down the pills.

I was wearing baggy gym shorts and Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān half peeked up my thigh.

Was the king Cobra up there?

Shaking the thought from her mind, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān patted me on the head and left.

What a night.

First a bunch of loser cowboys and now an ankle.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān watched TV for an hour before she checked on me.

The ice bag had fallen to the side, and my ankle had slipped off the pillow, but I was asleep, so asleep I didn’t make a sound or move when she lifted my ankle for replacing the pillow.

So asleep, I didn’t flinch when she ran her hand up my leg.

So asleep, I didn’t stir when Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān slipped her fingers beneath my shorts.

So asleep, I didn’t quiver when her fingers found the king Cobra.

Bolder than before, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān pushed up my shorts and had me aroused in what seemed Moment s.

And just as before, she found herself staring at me, at my size, at my stiffness.

What a wonderful Hindu erection I had.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān stroked and felt and squeezed.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān touched that sensitive place underneath the collar or tutu as she liked to call it.

She rubbed it with her palm and rubbed her fingers across the top, across the hole.

For some reason, it felt wonderful to handle me, to touch and feel and use.

Why was that?

I was I for crying out loud, why did she like touching me?

Because I was a man.

That simple truth struck her full in the psyche.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was programmed to like men, all men, all stiff Hindu erections that could impregnate her.

Her genes were the reason and the cause.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān couldn’t help it.

There was nothing taboo about her DNA, just her thoughts.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān would like handling all men, all sperm making machines.

But she especially loved this one.

This was the nicest one Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had ever seen.

Big, straight, as hard as steel, it teased her in a way Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān couldn’t explain.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wanted it, wanted in ways an Ammījān shouldn’t think about ever.

And that caused her to pull down my shorts and hide the king Cobra but not before Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān took the tip in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth and sucked just a bit.

The desire to do more raced through her, but Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān stopped herself.

A last lick and down with the shorts and out the door before Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān could no longer control herself.

That night, she masturbated for the first time in a long time.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān closed her eyes, envisioned the king Cobra and rubbed herself until an orgasm rippled through her.

It felt soooo good, and it was because of the king Cobra.

She loved the moistness between her legs, licked her lips and fell asleep.

Sunday was a slow day.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān woke fixed coffee and breakfast and served me in my room.

She unwrapped my ankle to check the swelling.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wondered about the other swelling I had.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wondered if I had had another wet dream.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was half tempted to chase the king Cobra in its lair, but Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān couldn’t find the nerve.

Instead, she rewrapped my bruised ankle and left before the wave of heat caused her to do something really dumb.

The rest of the day, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān did some chores, left to shop for groceries and generally took care of me.

I couldn’t really put any weight on my foot, so I watched TV in my room.

She avoided me for the most part.

The king Cobra vision appeared every time Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was near, and Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān didn’t need that distraction.

Twice Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān helped me into the bathroom.

Arm around my waist, supporting me, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wondered if Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān could cop a feel somehow.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān considered offering to hold it for me while I went.

She almost laughed at the idea, perhaps would have laughed had not the vision popped into her head.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wouldn’t be aiming just me; Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān would be aiming the king Cobra.

Luckily, I could handle that chore on my own.

After dinner, she asked if I wanted something for pain, and I said I would take one, which left her with a dilemma.

Two pills had knocked me out completely.

Would one?

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān debated for a Moment before she emptied a single capsule into a dish of ice cream.

The other Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān gave me with water.

Then, as I gobbled the ice cream, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān went to the family room to wait.

The next hour passed very slowly for her.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān tried TV and reading, but every few seconds her mind focused in on the vision, and she found herself wondering if I was asleep yet.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān tried to keep her anxiety in place, but it wasn’t easy.

Something inside her had changed, and Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wasn’t as cool as before.

At the end of an hour, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān tiptoed down the hall and peeked.

I was asleep.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān didn’t presume I was ready for her manipulations, so Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān tried to wake me.

I was sound asleep, under the influence of drugs, and that brought a smile to her face.

With familiar speed, she reached up my shorts to coax out the king Cobra.

She felt bold and breathless as Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān stroked me to hardness.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān pulled it out as far as possible and played with it afresh, touching and stroking and pulling and squeezing.

The king Cobra in a tutu looked delicious to her.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān didn’t care how or why, just that it did.

She liked it, loved it, felt warm and tingly with it.

With a sudden thought, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān pulled up her shirt and exposed her breast.

Delicately, she rubbed the king Cobra across her nipple, and it made her shiver.

She let the king Cobra feast on her breast, touching it everywhere, teasing the nipple until it was as hard as the king Cobra itself.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had always wanted to do that with a man, but no man had ever allowed her such freedom.

No man had ever managed to hold off long enough to let her play.

It was all business with them, not the stuff of fantasy.

Her nipple ached and her body burned as Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān took me in her tremendously striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Where Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had been timid the other times, this time, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān pleased herself on me.

Sucking, licking, taking me deep, she used the king Cobra over and over.

She loved the steady pulse of blood along it, how it filled her tremendously striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth, how it made her want more.

She liked the feel of the Hindu skin on her ravenous Sunni Musalmān tongue, the tutu on her lips, the texture when she nibbled.

This was exactly how Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wished she had been introduced to sex, to men.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān would have loved to have one to experiment with, to practice on, to explore at her leisure.

Because having it this way was better than any way Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had ever tried.

Being able to gnaw me to her content proved more stimulating than anything.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān glanced over and stopped.

The window reflected a woman, and Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān hardly recognized herself.

The woman in the glass with one bare breast and protruding nipple wantonly sucked a large male member, and Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had the disheveled look of a hussy, a woman in need of what the member had to offer.

That woman, what would anyone say if they saw that woman, that Ammī doing this to her son?

What sort of creature had sI become?

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was shocked.

Lust had transformed her into the woman in the glass, into the woman in need, the woman full of desire.

Was that really her?

Was she really doing this to me?

What had sI become?

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān started to pull away.

And at that Moment, I began to shoot.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān shouldn’t have been surprised, but Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was.

Hot, thick man syrup was pumping into her tremendously striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān mouth, stopping her for a Moment.

But just a Moment.

Forgetting the woman in the glass, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān sucked hard and pumped with her hand and took every drop of my Hindu Vīrý I possessed.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān held me till the king Cobra stopped spitting, till it began to shrivel into a worm.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān held me till she was certain I had no more, and then with triumph, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān swallowed.

I couldn’t see, I would never know, but Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān did, and she liked it.

She loved it.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān couldn’t remember a better completion to the act.

Damn, it was the hottest thing Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had ever allowed herself to experience.

Trembling, she returned the shriveled King Cobra to its den, adjusted herself, and slid off the bed.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wasn’t sure she could walk, but she managed.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān drifted down the hall to her room where she opened a bureau drawer and fished in the back where her fingers found an old vibrator Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had bought when first divorced.

It hadn’t brought the kind of satisfaction Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had needed, and even now, it wouldn’t work.

It needed new batteries.

But Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān didn’t care.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān stripped naked, lowered herself to the bed and then she used the vibrator as she had wanted to use the king Cobra .

Knowing I slept, she moaned and called out my name and rode the vibrator until perspiration coated her skin.

Eyes closed, picturing the king Cobra , Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān worked and worked until the orgasm exploded inside her.

And as soon as it subsided, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān went back to work until a second one nipped on the heels of the first.

It felt so good.

Not as good as real but good.

At lunch the next day, Nādirah Arzumand Bābar crowed about her latest conquest, a 20 year old she had picked up at a coffee shop.

She made him lick her till she came and then sucked him off.

The thing was he didn’t look 20; he looked more like 17 that was a real turn on.

He looked younger than me.

As Nādirah Arzumand Bābar spoke, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān pictured me, that wonderful Hindu erection that Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had used.

I was so much better than the boys Nādirah Arzumand Bābar encountered.

Nādirah Arzumand Bābar laughed and asked if Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān were ill, as her cheeks were flushed.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān demurred, unable to tell Nādirah Arzumand Bābar the real source of her blush.

If she only knew.

When she reached home, I was hobbling around the house, and it was clear I wouldn’t be taking any pain medication that night.

When she asked how I slept, I gave her a sardonic grin.

I had slept well, but my dreams were weird.

How weird?

I wouldn’t say, but I blamed the drugs.

Another reason not to take anything before bed.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān considered drugging me again, but that seemed too extreme.

Pain medication for my ankle was one thing.

Pain medication to reduce me to her plaything was quite another.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had to draw a line somewhere.

After dinner, she busied herself with housework, something to keep her mind from dwelling on the king Cobra in a tutu, anything to keep her mind from dwelling.

When I kissed her good night, her body shivered.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān could have reached out and touched that with which Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was now familiar.

But Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān didn’t.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān held together.

And later, when Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān went to bed, she replaced the batteries in the vibrator.

While it didn’t bring the satisfaction of the night before, it allowed her to close her eyes and relive her charming of the cobra.

That’s how Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān saw it, charming the cobra.

The vision stuck with her over the next week.

While not on her mind constantly, it popped to the front at odd Moment s.

During work, at lunch with Nādirah Arzumand Bābar, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān would be perfectly attuned to what was going on, until the vision burst into her consciousness.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān would feel a rush, a wave of heat, a desire Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān thought she had left behind years before.

She always managed to tamp down the memory, but Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān couldn’t erase it.

The king Cobra lived in her mind now.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān couldn’t eradicate it.

And she found herself sneaking peeks at me.

When I emerged from a shower, at night lying on the couch, in the morning when Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān woke me, she always managed to check the ‘King Cobra ‘, to see if it was alive and well.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān told herself she didn’t do in on purpose, that she just happened along, but she knew that was a lie.

Part of her planned the encounters all along.

Part of her wanted to find a way to put me asleep and duplicate what Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had done before.

Yet, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān couldn’t find a way.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān couldn’t very well get me drunk every night.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had almost given up on ever playing with the king Cobra again when Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān came upon the computer file.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wanted to send an email to a friend, and when she tapped a key, the virus checker said Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had an infected file.

Did Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān want to delete it?

Well, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān did, but not before she read the file and determined what Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān was deleting.

So, she opened the file and found a chat log, a file of online messaging.

Pretty dull stuff, Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān thought, until Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān saw the screen names—DURGESH FUCKING SĀBIRAH JAHĀNGĪR and SĀBIRAH JAHĀNGĪR FUCKING DURGESH.

What was that all about?

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān started reading, and her eyes widened.

The log was a record of the online chat between DURGESH FUCKING SĀBIRAH JAHĀNGĪR and SĀBIRAH JAHĀNGĪR FUCKING DURGESH, and the topic wasn’t a medical condition or submarines.

What these two talked about was incest, Ammī-son incest, and it wasn’t just idle chat.

This was obviously role play where DURGESH FUCKING SĀBIRAH JAHĀNGĪR played the dominant son while SĀBIRAH JAHĀNGĪR FUCKING DURGESH played a passive Ammī.

And what they described was sex in a way Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had never dreamed of.

What SĀBIRAH JAHĀNGĪR FUCKING DURGESH said Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān wanted done to her, and what DURGESH FUCKING SĀBIRAH JAHĀNGĪR was willing to do constituted visions Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān had only heard about.

The graphic descriptions sizzled on the screen as both DURGESH FUCKING SĀBIRAH JAHĀNGĪR and SĀBIRAH JAHĀNGĪR FUCKING DURGESH responded to the play.

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān could almost hear the grunts, moans, and screams as they took their sexual encounter higher and higher.

It was as if Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān were peeping through a window at these two, until they both claimed an orgasm.

What did that mean?

Could they really masturbate while they chatted online?

Was that possible?

Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammījān licked her lips and read to the end, the really interesting part.

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

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

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

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

23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19

24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20

25. A deserving unfaithfulness

26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

27. Yåqūb Family-1

28. They conspired against me

29. A secret Smile

30. A new young wife at sixty

31. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

32. The Beaming Knowledge

33. The three pregnants-1

34. The three pregnants-2

35. In the Moonlight

36. Sālī, Ammījān!

37. Now entirely secured and safe

38. She needed me extremely

39. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

40. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

41. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

42. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

43. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

44. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

45. No Hindu, Please!

46. Only Hindus, Please!

47. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

48. I do hate hypocrisy

49. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

50. Hell, I revolt

51. She loved me all along

52. She told the untold-1

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

54. Making love and understanding everything

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

56. After the death of my husband

57. The everbest wives-1

58. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

59. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

61. You are the best. You don’t know

62. I’m not defeated even yet-1

63. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

64. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

66. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

67. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

68. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

69. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

70. I live with him

71. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

76. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

77. It all happened just naturally-1

78. It all happened just naturally-2

79. Under Open Sky

80. 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.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

92. Three sons three Ammīs

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

101. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

111.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

123. The everincreasing infinite lust

124. The women in my life

125. 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

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

164. Age no bar: 1

165. Age no bar: 2

166. The Absolute Surrender

167. Her Ultimate Decision: 1

168. Her Ultimate Decision: 2

175. Her Ultimate Decision : 3

175. The Extent: 1
176. The Extent: 2

177. The Extent: 3

178. The Extent: 4

179. The Extent: 5

180. The Extent: 6

181. The Extent: 7

182. The Extent: 8

183. The Extent: 9

184. The Extent: 10

185. The Extent : 11

186. The Extent : 12

187. The Extent : 13

188. The Extent : 14

189. The Extent : 15

190. The Audacity

191. The Audacity 2

192. The Audacity3

193.The Audacity4

194. Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire 1

195. Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire 2

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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

29. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:3

30. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:4

31. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:5

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More 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 4| Sookt 26| Mantr 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

36. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 31| Mantr 18

37. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr2

38. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

39. Saamved: Mantr 1

40. Sāmved: Mantr 115

41. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

42. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

43. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

51. Atharv Ved: Kaand 4| Sookt 13| Mantr 1

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

53. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 4| Mantr 22

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

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



Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire 1

Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire

V’ lā tankiħū almusharikāti ħattā yu’minn

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Durgesh Tahajjud Muħammad

 

Ab initio, from my very childhood, I was extremely interested in sex with tremendously stunning Musalmān Beauties.

Moreover, it was natural even.

How can one expect another result, from the environment deliberately provided to me, from right when I was born?

I was deliberately placed among nude Musalmān Beauties, extremely stunning, ab initio, when I was born.

Tahajjud Muħammad was seventeen years then and Muħammad was 20 years.

None ever knew, neither suspected ever that Muħammad was on the payroll of Muttahidah Mumalikat-e-Islamiyah.

Muttahidah Mumalikat-e-Islamiyah was an organization then, quite filthy rich, and dedicated to spread Pseudo Islam everywhere by hook or crook.

It was sponsored by then USA leadership too.

Surprised?

Well, the truth is always stranger than fiction.

Isn’t it?

Ostensibly, it was a religious organization, but it was actually a political imperialist NGO, supported by Pseudo Islamic Governments actually from behind.

Tahajjud Muħammad’s maiden name was actually Tahajjud Abū Qāsim.

Abū Qāsim was her Abbū’s name actually.

He was one of my 100 maternal uncles.

My Pitr’shrī used to tease my Ammī Ħuzūr, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb.

“Al Kħadījah, Your brothers are modern Kauravs actually. The Kauravs were also hundred in numbers.”

Ammī Ħuzūr used to smile.

“What do you want to say, Vishvās? Am I Gāndhārī?”

Pitr’shrī used to tease her more.

“You should know more about yourself, darling. I know about you only what you tell me.”

Ammī Ħuzūr used to laugh.

“If you were so plain and simple, you couldn’t have won the heart of an ultra modern highly educated Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī, educated in USA. Neither would you have succeeded in bringing me here from Saůūdī Arabia.”

Pitr’shrī used to wink at her.

“You were in quest of, desperately, to get away from the intense Pseudo Islamic Environment of Saůūdī Arabia. I was only an excuse for you.”

Ammī Ħuzūr used to plunge on Pitr’shrī.

Pitr’shrī used to hug her lovingly.

“Sālī, attacking your Hindu husband?  Musalmān husband would have—”

Musalmān husband on my foot.”Ammī Ħuzūr used to interrupt Pitr’shrī, “Only an insane Musalmān girl can marry a Pseudo Musalmān.”

“Hey, I was only kidding yaar. Why are you so irritated?”

Yazīd malåūn has initiated a movement against Musalmān women that seems to be endless, Vishvās.”

“We both would fight against it, Al Kħadījah. Have faith in your own love at least, even if you can’t have faith in me.”

“Sorry, Vishvās. You know I don’t mean it really. After Allah Rabbil Åālmīn, I’ve immense faith in you. Please never tease me about a Musalmān husband. You can’t even imagine what a Pseudo Musalmān husband is. He is a curse to a woman. He is a devil, a Satan, personified actually.”

Pitr’shrī used to hug, kiss and soothe Ammī Ħuzūr.

One day, I accidentally overheard Muħammad saying to Tahajjud Abū Qāsim/ Tahajjud Muħammad,

“Buā Ħuzūr, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb, has married Phūphājī Dr. Vishvās Shakr Mānav with a lot of dreams, plans and expectations. Let her enjoy her company with Phūphājī Dr. Vishvās Shakr Mānav, more and more. You take care of Durgesh. Will you please?”

“Of course, Muħammad.” Tahajjud Muħammad hugged her husband, “I know how much you love Buā Ħuzūr.”

“She is more than even my own Ammījān to me. My own Ammījān, in her ignorance, had made me a Pseudo Musalmān. Buā Ħuzūr Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb and Phūphājī Dr. Vishvās Shakr Mānav has converted me into a true Musalmān. I owe my Īmān to both of them.”

Tahajjud Muħammad used to take care of me very much already.

After the instructions from Muħammad, she started to take care of me even more than her own life.

She never even suspected Muħammad was doing it on purpose.

He was instructed to do so by Muttahidah Mumalikat-e-Islamiyah.

Tahajjud Muħammad started to bathe me even.

She herself massaged my entire body with body lotion.

It went to the extent that Tahajjud Muħammad used to massage even my Uncut Hindu Penis with body lotion.

She used even to kiss my Uncut Hindu Penis.

Was she unsatisfied with Muħammad sexually?

I didn’t know.

But I’m confident even now, she was never on any payroll of Muttahidah Mumalikat-e-Islamiyah.

Neither, she even knew her husband was so, and involved in a Pseudo Islamic conspiracy against India and Hindus.

I remember even when I reached my ten years of age, Tahajjud Muħammad used to massage my Uncut Hindu Penis with body lotion.

And She used even to kiss my Uncut Hindu Penis as well.

Sometimes while kissing my Uncut Hindu Penis, Tahajjud Muħammad even used to lick and suck it, taking it whole into her lovely Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

I enjoyed it very much.

When I smiled significantly, Tahajjud Muħammad used to explain to me.

“Your Uncut Hindu Penis is very tasty, Durgesh. None of us Musalmān Beauties can even resist the temptation to kiss, lick and suck it.”

“But aren’t you even ten years elder to me?”

“Of course, I am. Of course, I am.” Tahajjud Muħammad smiled to me, “But you are already fucking Musalmān Beauties elders to you. Don’t you?”

She winked at me.

I contradicted Tahajjud Muħammad angrily.

“I’m not fucking them. Your elder Musalmān Beauties themselves are fucking me under this or that pretext.”

Tahajjud Muħammad laughed.

“Well, none can blame the Musalmān Beauties, Durgesh. Your Uncut Hindu Penis is larger than that of your age. It’s unique. Even I am tempted to fuck you so many times. It’s not easy to control myself.”

I looked at her incredulously.

I loved Ashok Kumar, Mahjabīn, and Balraj Sahni in actors, those days.

Dev Ānand, Rajendr Kumar, Raj Kapoor, Shammi Kapoor, etc. were my favorites too.

“I don’t like Dilip Kumar at all.” Tahajjud Muħammad smiled sucking my Uncut Hindu Penis.

“They say he is more popular than even Dev Ānand, Rajendr Kumar, Raj Kapoor, Shammi Kapoor, etc.” I teased her.

“I hate tragedies.” Tahajjud Muħammad said scornfully, “In most of his films, Dilip Kumar is a loser. In ‘Dīdār’, Dilip Kumar lost Nargis to Ashok Kumar. I hate to lose. Don’t you?”

“Of course, Tahajjud Muħammad.” I immediately confirmed her, “I never want to be a loser. Have you seen ‘Chiragh Kahan Roshni Kahan’?”

“Hey, don’t forget I myself took you to watch ‘Chiragh Kahan Roshni Kahan’. Mahjabīn and  Rajendr Kumar, both are my favorites. ‘Chiragh Kahan Roshni Kahan’ stars Mahjabīn Bano and  Rajendr Kumar, both.” Tahajjud Muħammad was very pleased in talking of her favorites.

I remembered now.

It was the day; we watched two films in a day.

The first film we went to was ‘Goonj Uthi Shahnai’.

Tahajjud Muħammad wanted to see ‘Chiragh Kahan Roshni Kahan’ first, but Nafīsah Muħammad loved to hear the Shahnai of Ustad Bismillah Khan so much that she insisted to go to ‘Goonj Uthi Shahnai’ first.

Tahajjud Muħammad wanted to please me to the extent that she compromised with Nafīsah Muħammad.

I fucked Nafīsah Muħammad right there in the theater watching ‘Goonj Uthi Shahnai’.

We were in the Box.

Nafīsah Muħammad was two years elder to me.

Yet she loved my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot so much that we were cheating on her parents almost every night.

Nafīsah Muħammad was so beautiful that I befriended with her brother, Åārif Muħammad only to fuck Nafīsah Muħammad.

Åārif Muħammad’s Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Wahāb had warned Åārif Muħammad,

Åārif, your friend Durgesh does not have a good reputation. They say Durgesh sleeps with every Musalmān Beauty irrespective of her age.”

Instead being warned, it made me Åārif Muħammad’s hero.

He started to hero-worship me secretly.

Åārif Muħammad’s Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Wahāb, never knew she had made the greatest mistake of her life, warning her son, Åārif Muħammad, against me.

He watched me, hero-worshiping me always, whenever I fucked any Musalmān Beauty.

He loved to take care of even when we fucked, that nobody else should watch and disturb us.

“Why do they love your Uncut Hindu Lund in their Musalmān Choots so much?” Åārif Muħammad asked, “They are Musalmān Beauties and you are a Hindu.”

I smiled.

“Ask your Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī.”

“What?” Åārif Muħammad jumped in excitement, “you fuck Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī too?”

I laughed.

“Sālé, I befriended you initially to fuck your Bājī Nafīsah Muħammad.”

The Western Culture, prominent in their household, had so much destroyed the family morals of Åārif Muħammad that instead feeling any humiliation or shame for it, he loved my sexual relationship with his elder sister.

“I want to watch you when you fuck my Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī.” Åārif Muħammad asked me.

“Let me have consent from Nafīsah Muħammad first.”

Åārif Muħammad held my hand in protest.

“No Durgesh, please. I request you to keep it a secret between us.”

“But Åārif,”

“Please. Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī is my elder sister. She may not like the idea. But I still want to watch you both, when you fuck.”

I watched Åārif Muħammad gravely.

“You may not like to watch it, Åārif.”

“The hell I won’t like it.” Åārif Muħammad said angrily, “I’m dying to watch you both fucking each other.”

“I never knew you were so pervert.”I smiled.

“Call me whatever you want to, but even you don’t know that I always enjoy imagining you fucking my Nafīsah Muħammad Bājī and even my extremely beautiful Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Sheikħ too.”

Now, it was my turn to be surprised.

“Your Ammī too, Åārif?”

“Why not? Isn’t she tremendously striking even now? I’ve watched your Uncut Hindu Lund saluting her even several times whenever you watch her. You are not so innocent my dear friend, as you want others to believe.”

“Sālé,” I laughed, “You really do keep an eye on me almost always.”

“I hero worship you. Actually, my cut Musalmān nūnī is too small to enjoy any girl. So, I can enjoy sex only in watching it.”

“But you can elongate even your cut Musalmān nūnī too, if you like to.”

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?” Åārif Muħammad jumped immediately in utter incredulity.***

Tahajjud Muħammad was constantly restless when she was watching ‘Goonj uthi Shahnai’.

Nafīsah Muħammad could not bear it.

“Bājī, please. Let me enjoy the film even if you are not enjoying it.”

Tahajjud Muħammad laughed.

“You’ve really come to watch the movie?”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought actually you wanted to enjoy Durgesh inside you. The movie was only an excuse.”

Nafīsah Muħammad laughed.

She winked at Tahajjud Muħammad.

“What’s wrong in enjoying both of them, simultaneously?”

Tahajjud Muħammad smiled cunningly.

“I can’t imagine a Musalmān Beauty enjoying Durgesh’s ever stiff Uncut Hindu Lund in her young Musalmān Choot and still enjoying a movie.”

“Well, Rajendr Kumar was certainly wonderful in ‘Mother India’. His romantic pair with Zebunnisa was wonderful in ‘Ghar Sansar’ and ‘Mother India’ both. Khurshīd is also one of my favorites. She was wonderful in ‘Tumsa nahīn dékhā’.

Tahajjud Muħammad smiled.

She enjoyed the film very much till it was running in a happy track.

But as soon as it started to be a story of losers, Tahajjud Muħammad started to squirm and licking my Uncut Hindu Penis when it came out of Nafīsah Muħammad’s Musalmān Cunt, its head still remaining inside.

Nafīsah Muħammad was on her knees and arms in front of me, in the box.

Her face was towards the screen as well as mine too.

I was sitting on the seat and fucking Nafīsah Muħammad leisurely.

My hands were on her nude waist.

I had pulled up her garārā and put her on her back.

Her Musalmān Choot was very tight around my constantly throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund, inside her.

It was the time, when only twelve years had passed being India a free country.

The immense bitterness of the partition was still there, very much.

The most of the Hindus did not have any faith in Musalmīn anymore.

The Musalmān Beauties were desperately trying to keep their Hindu lovers to themselves.

The Hindu Marriage Act 1955 had fallen on them as if it was a lightning strike.

“I could never believe Jawaharlal Nehru would surrender to the anti Musalmān Beauties Musalmīn to the extent.” Even Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī had commented.

Ānand Mohan Sharmā looked at Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī gravely.

“Jawaharlal Nehru and his ever cheating Congress can do anything to please the Communal Musalmīn.” he said bitterly.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled at Ānand Mohan Sharmā.

“I know, Ānand, you hate Congress. But Musalmīn do not have another alternative.”

“Jawaharlal Nehru is a shamelessly selfish politician.” Ānand Mohan Sharmā said bitterly, “Of course, he is better than the so called Mahatma was, but—”

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī laughed.

“Oh, come on, Ānand. You have already killed Gandhi, on 30th January, 1948. It’s 1959 now. Complete eleven years have passed since. Why do you people keep Gandhi still alive, if you really hate him so much?”

“Congress would never let die the bloody Gandhi.” Ānand Mohan Sharmā said bitterly, “It never followed him, because no intelligent person can ever follow Gandhi, in his/her sanity. Even Jawaharlal Nehru is not following him. He is only using his name to cash it politically.”

“So what do you want?”Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled at Ānand Mohan Sharmā enjoying his fury at Gandhi, “Jawaharlal Nehru must really follow Mahatma Gandhi?”

“Mahatma, my foot.” Ānand Mohan Sharmā blurted, “he always played his political games on the cost of political benefits of Hindus.”

Tahajjud Muħammad always used to say whenever she bathed me, playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis,

“Your wife would be a very lucky person, Durgesh. She would always love you very much due to your so long and so skillful Uncut Hindu Penis.

Her prophecy was, in due course, however proved somewhat wrong and right, both, when, after fifteen years, ultimately, I married Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.

She really does love me very much, but it’s not because I have a unique Uncut Hindu Penis.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD loves me for my intense humanity, instead.

But yes, my rest of the extremely attractive Musalmān Beauties, and other Beauties even, love me for my unique sexual prowess.

Ammī Ħuzūr very much appreciated my unique sexual success with Musalmān Beauties.

Pitr’shrī used to laugh,

“Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb, the extremely beautiful daughters of your hundred brothers die to fuck our handsome and sexually most powerful son. Stop them. They are so many in numbers.”

Ammī Ħuzūr also used to laugh, teasing Pitr’shrī.

“As I have, most successfully, stopped you from fucking my four hundred extremely beautiful Bhābhīs?”

“Sālī, as if you really wanted me to stop from fucking your Bhābhīs?”

“What do you mean?”

“Al Kħadījah, I was not born yesterday. You deliberately brought your hundred brothers, so that you can control my sex life too.”

Ammī Ħuzūr smiled cunningly.

“How?”

“By providing me enough sex with your extremely beautiful four hundred Bhābhīs, here in the very house. You killed two birds, thus, with a stone.”

“Allah!”

“You are a very shrewd, mastermind Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān lady.”Pitr’shrī praised Ammī Ħuzūr openly, “you knew your foolish brothers have married four extremely beautiful Musalmān young ladies each, but being ardent Musalmīn, they are more interested in Islamiyāt, than in sex with them. Your Bhābhīs, therefore, were bound to look elsewhere to fulfill their physical needs.”

“Allah, Vishvās, I’m not scheming to that extent.”

“Yes, you are, my dear and darling wife. You kept them here with us, in our own house. Why?”

“Why?”Ammī Ħuzūr kept smiling watching Pitr’shrī constantly, teasing him all the time.

“Why? You knew your brothers would not, and could not remain in the house always. They had to go out for jobs. While your Bhābhīs would always remain in the house. You deliberately provided them enough opportunities so that they may come in my contact as much as possible. You knew, once it’s done, neither your Bhābhīs nor I could resist with each other.”

Ammī Ħuzūr laughed.

“You mean I deliberately threw my extremely beautiful four hundred Bhābhīs on you for sex with them?”

“Of course. And don’t laugh. You know you can’t fool me ever.”***

How two years had passed, we were never even aware of it.

Nafīsah Muħammad shouted.

“I want to see ‘Junglee’, Zindagī aur Khwab’ and ‘Hum Donon’ all the three.”

Tahajjud Muħammad was nineteen now.

“Three movies in one day?”she looked at Nafīsah Muħammad incredulously, “Are you crazy?”

Durgesh,” Nafīsah Muħammad shouted, “Do you fuck Tahajjud Muħammad Bājī too?”

“Nonsense!”

“Nafīsah Muħammad,” Tahajjud Muħammad was furious, “you are just impossible.”

“Muħammad Bhāījān is a foolish man.” Nafīsah Muħammad announced, “He pays his attention more in the business of Durgesh’s Pitr’shrī, not in Tahajjud Muħammad Bājī. She must be ravenous. So what’s wrong in asking if Durgesh fucks you too?”

Tahajjud Muħammad smiled.

“Are you jealous of me?”

“Yesssssssssssssssss!” Nafīsah Muħammad shouted more, raising her voice to the top, she could.

Tahajjud Muħammad kept smiling.

“What if Durgesh fucks me too? Who are you to ask? You are not Durgesh’s wife.”

“As if, you are Durgesh’s wife yourself.”

“Well, I’m his guardian in charge.” Tahajjud Muħammad teased Nafīsah Muħammad.

“You spoil the enjoyment. You kept on criticizing ‘Goonj uthi Shahnai’ that day, while I kept on requesting you not to pay attention to the movie. Watch Durgesh fucking me and enjoy.”

“Well, I hate the losers’ movies. That’s why I hate Dilip Kumar.”

“I hate Dilip Kumar too. I also hate tragedies.” Nafīsah Muħammad retorted, “But it was not Dilip Kumar in ‘Goonj uthi Shahnai’. It was Rajendr Kumar that was the hero in ‘Goonj uthi Shahnai’.”

“To hell with your ‘Goonj uthi Shahnai’.” Tahajjud Muħammad said angrily, “Two complete years have passed. We saw ‘Chiragh Kahan Roshni Kahan’ at the same day. Why don’t you talk of it? What a movie it was. Both Rajendr Kumar and Mahjabeen Bano were at their best.”

“They both are starred in ‘Zindagī aur Kħwāb’ too.” Nafīsah Muħammad declared, “Moreover it isn’t a losers’ movie too, as ‘Goonj uthi Shahnai’ is termed by you.”

“How do you know?” Tahajjud Muħammad smiled at Nafīsah Muħammad’s childlike excitement.

“I’ve read the story in a movie magazine.” Nafīsah Muħammad told us vivacious.

One day, I fell sick somewhat.

I’d got feverish actually.

Tahajjud Muħammad took me to the Doctor, herself.

After returning from clinic, Tahajjud Muħammad started massaging me.

The feverish feeling had already gone.

I was feeling well enough now.

After massaging my rest of the body, Tahajjud Muħammad started to massage my legs and thighs.

As soon as, Tahajjud Muħammad put her hand on my thighs, accidentally it touched my ever-sensitive Uncut Hindu Penis.

My Uncut Hindu Penis immediately hardened and saluted Tahajjud Muħammad.

Tahajjud Muħammad slapped my Uncut Hindu Cock playfully,

“Naughty boy.” She smiled in appreciation.

I smiled too.

“Sorry.”

“What for? I love that.” Tahajjud Muħammad laughed, “We Musalmān Beauties do know it hardens only when it does really appreciate our Musalmān Beauty. Why must you be sorry for your so sincere appreciation of us Musalmān beauties?”

“Well, they say it’s an indecent exposure.”

“They are foolish persons. What is indecent there? You are just appreciating my tremendously incredible Musalmān beauty. It’s a measure of how much you do appreciate that. It’s lovely and simply wonderful. I thank you, instead, for so blunt and so bold appreciation of my Musalmān beauty. Let me thank it properly.”

Tahajjud Muħammad suddenly removed my lungi.

My 9” long and 3” thick Uncut Hindu Lund sprang up out.

It used to elongate to 12” and thicken to 5” whenever it entered a worthy Musalmān Cunt.

Tahajjud Muħammad watched my Uncut Hindu Lund spellbound.

I immediately remembered she was watching my Uncut Hindu Cock similarly spellbound when we watched ‘Zindagī aur Kħwāb’, ‘Junglee’and ‘Hum Donon’.

Watching all the three movies, I fucked Nafīsah Muħammad in the same way I fucked her when we watched ‘Goonj uthi Shahnai’ and ‘Chiragh Kahan Roshni Kahan’.

Nafīsah Muħammad had teased Tahajjud Muħammad.

“Don’t watch with such an obsession, Tahajjud Bājī. Join me in fucking this incredible Hindu boy. All my friends have already enjoyed it.”

“Only your friends, Nafīsah?”

“What do you mean?”

“Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan isn’t your friend, I think, is she?”

“No, but her younger sister, Raziyah Najmul Ħasan is our mutual friend.”

“But Durgesh fucks Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan too.” Tahajjud Muħammad said irritably.

“Bhābhījān,” I smiled fucking Nafīsah Muħammad, “What’s wrong with you? I enjoy fucking all of them.”

“You enjoy fucking all of them?” Tahajjud Muħammad rejoined.

“Yes.”

“You fuck all of them? You fuck not only the extremely beautiful friends of Nafīsah Muħammad, but their Bājīs and even their Ammīs as well?”

“Well?”

“Āsiyah Najmul Ħasan’s Ammī, Sābirah Jahāngīr, is too beautiful to resist, but she is more than thirty, Durgesh.”

“Thirty five I think.” Nafīsah Muħammad provided the information.

Her tight Musalmān Choot ravenously and greedily clutched around my entire Uncut Hindu Shaft, inside her.

“Thirty five?” Tahajjud Muħammad was dumbfounded, “Thirty five, Durgesh?”

“Isn’t it a great pride for me, Tahajjud Muħammad that, a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauty, as great a Musalmān Beauty as Sābirah Jahāngīr, even if she is thirty five, enjoys very much when I fuck her?”

“But you are only twelve years now.” Tahajjud Muħammad protested.

“So what?”

“So what? Sābirah Jahāngīr is draining all of your energy. Are you mad? Never do her from now on.”

“But Tahajjud Muħammad, Bhābhījān, I feel exactly reverse after fucking Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammī.”

“What?”

“Of course.”

“You feel more vivacious even after fucking Sābirah Jahāngīr?”

“Yes, of course.”

“It’s not possible.”

“But it’s true.”

“Allah, you shouldn’t fuck Ammīs and Bājīs more than the girls younger to you. The younger girls when you fuck them give energy to you. While the elder women drain you of energy when they fuck you.”

“But I never feel drained off. Even yesterday, I fucked a fuck party, organized by Sābirah Jahāngīr Ammī. She invited all her friends of her own age to show them how wonderful my Uncut Hindu Lund is when inside their Musalmān Cunts. I fucked all of them. They were one hundred fifty perhaps. Yet, I never felt drained off.”

Tahajjud Muħammad was watching me open-mouthed.

“I can’t believe it.”

“But it’s true, Bhābhījān.”

“You fucked all the one hundred fifty of them?”

“Why not?”

“And their age was thirty to thirty five?”

“Yes, somewhat around it.”

“And you felt more vivacious after fucking them than you feel usually?”

“That’s what I’m telling you.”

“Allah Allah! Well, I’ll be damned.” Tahajjud Muħammad was slumped on the sofa.***

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

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

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

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

23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19

24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20

25. A deserving unfaithfulness

26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

27. Yåqūb Family-1

28. They conspired against me

29. A secret Smile

30. A new young wife at sixty

31. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

32. The Beaming Knowledge

33. The three pregnants-1

34. The three pregnants-2

35. In the Moonlight

36. Sālī, Ammījān!

37. Now entirely secured and safe

38. She needed me extremely

39. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

40. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

41. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

42. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

43. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

44. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

45. No Hindu, Please!

46. Only Hindus, Please!

47. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

48. I do hate hypocrisy

49. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

50. Hell, I revolt

51. She loved me all along

52. She told the untold-1

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

54. Making love and understanding everything

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

56. After the death of my husband

57. The everbest wives-1

58. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

59. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

61. You are the best. You don’t know

62. I’m not defeated even yet-1

63. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

64. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

66. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

67. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

68. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

69. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

70. I live with him

71. The only man she loved

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

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

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

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

76. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

77. It all happened just naturally-1

78. It all happened just naturally-2

79. Under Open Sky

80. 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.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

92. Three sons three Ammīs

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

101. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

111.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

123. The everincreasing infinite lust

124. The women in my life

125. 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

144.