Ved Nagar: 47

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Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 47

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr

Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah

The Ǻrab Sheikħ shifted his right hand to a position near the first lapel of his green coat.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand caught a glimpse of a revolver in a shoulder holster.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
Still having faith in violent means and strategies.
Ħuzūr S.A.W were compelled to use violent means in his divine holy lifetime to establish peace everywhere.
He S.A.W couldn’t do it another way.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was sure if Ħuzūr S.A.W were today he S.A.W would never have resorted to any violent means whatsoever.
The modern Ǻrab Sheikħs were never capable to understand Muħsin-e-insāniyat S.A.W.
They had erroneously surrendered to Ǻrab Imperialism in the name of Islam.
Consequently they had themselves killed the mission of Ħuzūr S.A.W unknowingly, imprudently.
Ved Nagar was a City of Shaktimāns.
What could the dog or his revolver do if Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand used his mind/spiritual power?
Present day Musalmīn, Pseudo Musalmīn actually, had faith in the means Yazīd Malåūn had more than in the faith Ħuzūr S.A.W had.
The dog, facing the door, elevated his tail, the tip of it waving to and fro.
A bolt shot on the inside of the door.
The Ǻrab Sheikħ opened the door for an inch or two.
A safety chain was holding it in that position.
A porch light clicked on, outlining Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand in brilliance.
“Who are you?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, “What do you want?”
“I’m looking for the master of this mansion.”
“What for?”
“I’d prefer to tell that to himself only.”
“Give me some hint to tell him why you want to meet him.”
“About some properties he has here at Ved Nagar.”
“As far as I know, the Boss is interested only in purchasing the properties here, not in selling.”
“This mansion is also owned by the Mayor himself?”
“Not by the Mayor of Ved Nagar. It’s on his personal name along with Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.”
“I’d like to meet anyone of them.”
“Well, not as late as tonight now. Go back to wherever you have come from, or to a hotel. Call on him after ten o’clock in the morning.” The Ǻrab Sheikħ started to close the door.
Then, something about the dog’s attitude caught the attention of the Ǻrab Sheikħ.
He asked suspiciously.
“Hey, how the hell did you get past that dog?”
“I happen to know something about their psychology.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled graciously.
“Well, the dog is not supposed to let anyone out of a car after dark.”
“It seems the dog made an exception in my case,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand kept smiling politely yet gracefully, “I just got out of the car and…”
“Why the hell the dog made an exception for you?”
“Ask your dog.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ frowned,
“Just who are you anyway?”
“I’m trying to find out something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ’s face became rigidly immobile.
“Know anything about her?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand asked politely in his sweetest voice.
“No,” The Ǻrab Sheikħ said, and slammed the door.
“Her bodyguard has been found murdered early this morning.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand called through the closed door.
He was taking safe risks using the general psychology of the Ǻrab Sheikħs.
There was no response.
Yet, on the other hand, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand heard no sound of steps in the corridor.
It indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ hadn’t turned away from the door.
It further indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ was hesitating whether to turn away or he should open the door.
It was the correct psychological moment to attack psychologically further more.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely, “Her bodyguard was driving the car. Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had her gasoline tank filled here.”
There was a pause, then the door jerked open.
“What was that you said?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ demanded.
“I said Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here sometime around twelve thirty o’clock in the morning and had her gas tank filled.”
“You must be drunk or crazy. I neither know which nor do I give a damn. Now, get back in your car or I’ll tell the dog to tear your leg off.”
“Do that and I’ll sue you persons for damages. It would be a fun to wind up owning a Ved Nagar ranch of you persons.”
“It isn’t that easy, my boy.”
“Go on,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand told the Ǻrab Sheikħ, “Tell your dog to tear of my leg and see what happens.”
“What the hell you want?”
“I want to ask something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“She isn’t here.”
“She was.”
“What if she was?”
“Ask the Mayor or Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled cunningly, “Being an arrogant dumb Ǻrab Sheikħ you may not understand what if Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was here while her bodyguard is found murdered, but neither Durgesh nor his Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb maybe as dumb as you are. Your indiscreet arrogance never allows you to use your wisdoms. Or, don’t you have any wisdom at all, man?”*

There followed a long moment.
During the moment, the heavy, sinewy, powerful Ǻrab Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, behind the door, met Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s smart and brilliant eyes in thoughtful appraisal.
He turned and looked at Amīnah Zahīr and me for instructions.
Just Eighteen Just Adult Amīnah Zahīr was still nude on her back.
I was still between her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.
My sixty four years old, utmost experienced, Musalmān Cunts Champion Uncut Hindu Lund was still enjoying its victory over the Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt, visiting it triumphantly, proudly, vigorously.
Amīnah Zahīr impishly nodded to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
She didn’t hesitate even for a second to face Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, while I was fucking her.
Ved Nagar Constitution allowed her.
That’s only what Amīnah Zahīr cared about.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was her ideal.
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was a proud nudist feminist, even now when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
It was the visitor’s responsibility to choose whether s/he wanted to see a pair in lovemaking or not.
The Citizens of Ved Nagar were constitutionally allowed to make love anywhere they damn pleased publicly.
The persons having objection, could leave the place, if they didn’t want to see them in making love.
Being himself a citizen of Ved Nagar Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand knew it very well.

Getting permission from Amīnah Zahīr, the Just Eighteen Just Adult young lady, involved in lovemaking with me, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr removed the safety chain from the door.
He invited them in.
“Come in. They are in lovemaking. But if you haven’t any taboo in watching them making love, you may come in.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“Thank you. None of us has any taboo whatsoever against watching our hosts making love. It’s their mansion. It’s their privilege.”
“Okay, you may come in, Mr.─?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“All right, Mr. Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, come in.”

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand turned back toward the car,
“Come on, Bājī, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Muħammad bin Qāsim,” he called.
“What about that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim called irritably, “Can’t you put him in his damned closet?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said curtly,
“The dog remains where he is. However, he won’t do anything unless I tell him to.”
“You, caretaker here?” Muħammad bin Qāsim asked trying to humiliate Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled curtly,
“Never mind. Don’t bother your child brain to understand my status here. Nevertheless, I’m representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan here, if it’s any of your damned business.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand interfered.
“We are also representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan. There isn’t anything to be arrogant to each other.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t inform me of you peoples’ arrival on his behalf, neither Muħammad Åbdullah bothered to do so.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened the door.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim followed her Nanad Bājī, her sister in law.
Both of them slid out to the ground, walked confidently toward the porch, watching Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand standing there.
The dog turned to regard them, gave a low throated, ominous growl, but made no move.
Muħammad bin Qāsim had put one foot on the ground.
However, as soon as he heard the growl, Muħammad bin Qāsim promptly returned to the automobile and slammed the door.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim scornfully,
“Shame on you. Even the ladies are more daring. Damn you. It’s all right.” then he turned to the dog, “Shut up, Shérū!”
The dog ceased growling, regarded Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s confident approach with hard-eyed appraisal, ignoring Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim altogether, then slowly waved the tip of his tail.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, observed that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim made it all right.
He opened the door once more, placed his right foot on the ground tentatively, cautiously, followed it with his left foot, and took two or three guardedly diffident, timid, steps toward the porch.
The dog bristled, stiffened, growled, then suddenly made a lunge for Muħammad bin Qāsim.
Muħammad bin Qāsim whirled, raced back into the car just as the snarling dog flung himself against the door, his teeth snapping at the metal.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr opened the door, ran out on the porch, yelled,
“Shérū! Down! Damn it, Shérū, get down!”
The dog looked back over his shoulder.
Slowly and reluctantly, the dog sank to a crouching position on the ground.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled to himself.
That’s what he himself was to his wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
When Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā scolded him, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr did also sink to crouching position, near her beautiful sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān feet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted all of them that way.
Moreover, they hadn’t another option.
He was proud of himself that he was a cuckold to his extremely beautiful wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā and her Hindu lover, Durgesh, the greatest.
Ved Nagar was an actual Democratic City State.
Otherwise, the cuckold Musalmīn could never celebrate their Independence day openly.
Durgesh was against it.
Most of the HVSI persons were against it.
Nevertheless, most of them allowed the proposal to put to vote.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely glad when the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI ultimately announced the victory of the cuckold Musalmīn.
They were allowed to celebrate their Independence day.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service supported the cuckold Musalmīn.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely indebted and grateful to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

He shouted to the dog.
“Here, Shérū, come here. Come here to me!”
The dog turned and came toward Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as though expecting a beating.
“Damn you,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “I told you not to do that. Now you get down and stay down.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr walked to the car confidently with immense self-pride.
He wasn’t ashamed of himself that he was a cuckold husband.
Neither any of his cuckold friends was.
They had successfully formed a Cuckold Society maintaining their own kind of freedom with their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners.
It was a punishable crime now in Ved Nagar to disgrace them or their society.
It was a Society of Triples, instead of couples, supported by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.
The Musalmān wife, Hindu lover/live in relationship partner and Musalmān husband were the three members of a legal unit of it.
So many Musalmīn were against it, yet there were some Musalmīn too that supported the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband.
Their demand was ‘Cuckold the entire terrorists to disgrace and punish them publicly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself for them, reincarnated.

Muħammad bin Qāsim was watching Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr curiously.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said to Muħammad bin Qāsim, “Shérū won’t hurt you now.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked past Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr at the dog, and said huskily,
“If that damned dog makes a pass at me, I’m going to shoot at him.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim with cold hard eyes.
“You would do nothing of the sort if you don’t want to get hurt yourself. If you hurt the dog even infinitesimal, I’d break your damned neck. Understand?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted.
“You damned cuckold, I know everything about you. Never try to threaten me again, you shameless creature.”
“Well, it’s better to be shameless as I am than being shameful as you are. Now, come on.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim gritted through his teeth helplessly, quite annoyed.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smiling at Muħammad bin Qāsim with quite a smirk on his face,
“My boy, you won’t have any trouble with Shérū as long as you get out and come in moving confidently.”
“You bloody cuckold, are you teaching me how to behave with that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted quite irritated now.
“Sure, you impotent,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Damn you. I’m not impotent.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted again.
“Your girlfriends claim that you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled deliberately humiliating Muħammad bin Qāsim now.
“They are horny bitches. They claim my impotence only because they want to get sympathy of Durgesh and his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Hahahaha.”
“Shut up.”
“If you were a man why the hell your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends would need Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund instead of your cut Musalmān nūnī?”
“Cut Musalmān Lund.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted irritably.
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Cut Musalmān Lund.”
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr repeated, “That’s what your girlfriends call your entirely incompetent bloody sexual organ. Don’t they, my boy?”
“Shut up, you bloody cuckold.”
“Impotent.”
“It’s better to be even a cuckold than being impotent.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr kept laughing at Muħammad bin Qāsim.*

Muħammad bin Qāsim was surprised at the cuckold’s entirely unashamed aggressive behavior.
“Oh, come on.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “Move confidently but don’t ever start running from a dog, and don’t ever act as though you were afraid.”
“Stand still and let the damned dog tear a leg off, I suppose. Isn’t it?” Muħammad bin Qāsim said sarcastically.
“Impotent, your Jījū and your sisters didn’t have any trouble,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr pointed out, “did they?”
“The trouble I had,” Muħammad bin Qāsim told Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, “was enough to make up for all the four of us.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim eased himself out of the automobile and followed Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to the porch.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr invited them, “Shérū, get the hell back out of the way.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr aimed a halfhearted kick imitating his ever-dominant wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā used to aim at him with her foot.
He used to enjoy both the actions.
Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā kicking him with her foot as if he was her dog, instead of her husband and imitating her himself with Shérū and other dogs.
His critics laughed at him.
“You love blasphemy, don’t you?” his worst critic, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had watched Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr scornfully once.
“How do you mean?” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled at him as if it wasn’t anything abnormal.
“Your wife is also Zaynab bint Åāmir but she isn’t certainly Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Is she?”
“I respect her this way. Can’t I even respect my wife? Damn you.”
“Isn’t it a fact that when your wife gets fucked by Durgesh sitting on his lap, she uses you as her footrest, as her pedestal?”
“So what? I love it. I enjoy it.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled proudly, entirely unashamed of himself.
“You clean Durgesh’s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund after Durgesh sodomizes your wife, by sucking him taking it in your mouth. Don’t you?”
“It’s a new society, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Try to understand it Imām Sāħab.”*

Chapter 48
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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


Ved Nagar: 45

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 45

Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Durgesh
Sāliħah Ayyūb

Amīnah Zahīr knew it was weird, but Amīnah Zahīr didn’t think of me ever as her Dad.
Moreover, I wasn’t her Dad actually too.
Only her Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, dreamt of me.
Everyone suspected Sāliħah Ayyūb was my secret Musalmān wife.
Muħammad Zahīr could never satisfy Sāliħah Ayyūb.

Amīnah Zahīr thought of me as one very sexy man and wondered what I thought of her.
She hadn’t seen me but five or six times over the last ten years.
Now at the age of Just Eighteen Just Adult, Amīnah Zahīr was very impressionable and I was making a very ‘big’ impression on her.
Amīnah Zahīr watched me lifting the heavy barbells and I must have had a hundred pounds on each one of them, but I lifted them with little effort at all.
“I was thinking about going out to dinner tonight, are you up for it?” Amīnah Zahīr asked as she looked up and down my tall, muscular Hindu male body, thinking of how easily I could hold her down and fuck her brains out.
Amīnah Zahīr knew I had a massive Uncut Hindu Cock and guessed it to be right around ten-inches long.
Back when Amīnah Zahīr was around ten, Amīnah Zahīr walked in on her Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb and me screwing each other like wild animals.
The visions of my long, hard Uncut Hindu Cock had remained in her mind all of those years.
Now with us living together, Amīnah Zahīr caught nice glimpse of me naked and it was getting to her.
I looked to Sāliħah Ayyūb’s sexy Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān daughter and fought to keep My Uncut Hindu Cock under control, but it was becoming an impossible thing to do.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked trying not to look at her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body, but that was a difficult task and getting ‘harder’ with each passing day.
Amīnah Zahīr was five-foot-ten, black hair and a body that could make a dead man hard.
Amīnah Zahīr’s eyes were dark, almond shaped and they had a Mysterious gypsy look.
Her hair was cut short and it looked kind of shaggy around the sides, giving her a wild and sexy look.
Her breasts were a large, C cup and they were the kind that looked like two, big water balloons, nailed to a wall and sloshing around.
Her waist was thin and it was toned from hours in the gym.
Amīnah Zahīr’s hips were big, I guessed them to be a size ten and I looked at them every time she exhibited them to me seductively entirely unashamed of her, moreover quite proudly instead.
Her legs were long and also very, very toned.
With all of Amīnah Zahīr’s time in the sun, they were tan.
“I was thinking of dinner and I think it’s time we got to know each again.” Amīnah Zahīr said as she looked at my thick, hairy chest and all of my muscles.
“What do mean by that?” I asked and walked over to next to her, enjoying her tiny white, string bikini.
“We don’t know anything about each other, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! After Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, married and you went back to the Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, I went to live with my grandmother and we drifted apart.” Amīnah Zahīr said with a low voice, thinking of me being forced to have sex with the Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and all of the things I must have done, but she didn’t know anything about it or me.
“I’d like to get to know My very sexy Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!again,” Amīnah Zahīr whispered and ran her hand up My Hindu back.
I knew Amīnah Zahīr was right and we did need to bond again.
Before Amīnah Zahīr was eighteen, Amīnah Zahīr and I were always together and doing something fun.
“Sure, I’d like that very much,” I smiled to her, enjoying her soft touch and tried not to look at Amīnah Zahīr’s sloshing Musalmān breasts under her small bikini top.
Nevertheless, my eyes could not stay off them and I hoped Amīnah Zahīr wouldn’t notice.
Even if she noticed, it would please her more, I knew very well.
I wasn’t idiot enough not to understand her nonstop constant efforts to seduce me, and her body language too, proving boldly my every doubt.
Amīnah Zahīr could see my dark, bedroom eyes on her and Amīnah Zahīr loved it.
She didn’t care if I looked at her, but it was taking its toll on her and Amīnah Zahīr was horny day and night.
“Where would you like to go?” Amīnah Zahīr asked as Amīnah Zahīr slid her arm around me and hugged, enjoying my Hindu muscles and my manly vigor being radiated on her nonstop.
“How about if we stay home and they cook a nice dinner for us?” I asked and hoped Amīnah Zahīr would like that.
I liked keeping Amīnah Zahīr to myself and I hated seeing other men looking at her or anything.
Amīnah Zahīr thought for a few seconds and figured it would be a great idea.
Amīnah Zahīr had a new and very short skirt Amīnah Zahīr was dying to wear, but not in public.
This would be the perfect opportunity to wear it and see if Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties! had any reaction to it.
“On one condition.” Amīnah Zahīr said as Amīnah Zahīr turned to face me and like always, I was looking at her big tits she was displaying deliberately to me.
It turned her on.
“Just name it, sweet-heart.” I said as I put my arm around her and hugged.
“We are going to play a game of question and answer. Anything goes and…We have to answer, no matter what.” Amīnah Zahīr said with a firm voice.
Amīnah Zahīr saw a shocked look filled my extremely handsome Hindu male face.
I thought.
I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea or not.
“I don’t know…that could bad honey.”
“Oh come on, let’s do it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I think it’ll be fun and if we play by my rules, by night’s end, we know each other in and out!” Amīnah Zahīr laughed and wondered what her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties would think of her questions for me.
“Yeah I know and that’s the problem.” I said and reached for a towel lying next to Amīnah Zahīr.
However, Amīnah Zahīr took it and started patting it all over my face and thick chest.
“I could use to living with you, but you’re going to spoil me,” I smiled and I felt My Uncut Hindu Cock slowly filling with blood.
It wasn’t right.
Amīnah Zahīr was Sāliħah Ayyūb’s daughter.
I shouldn’t get hard for her, but her beautiful constantly inviting, seductive, aggressive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was driving me crazy.
I was constantly hard.
“Good, cuz…I like spoiling you and maybe after tonight, we’ll be even uh…closer.” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as Amīnah Zahīr slowly toweled my lower stomach and Amīnah Zahīr could see my Hindu erection under my shorts.
I was a little stunned by what Amīnah Zahīr said, but My Uncut Hindu Cock loved the idea and it jumped with joy.
“I hope so, because we lost a lot of wonderful time together and now, you’re a beautiful, young Musalmān lady. I don’t want to let you out of my sight!” I said.
I couldn’t deny I had an urge to kiss Amīnah Zahīr, but I thought better of it and was content with looking at her breasts swaying back and forth.
Amīnah Zahīr sat up on her feet and moved against my side, loving my eyes on her breasts.
Amīnah Zahīr had a nice surprise for me tonight.
“We may have lost my childhood, but Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I’m a grown woman now and uh…” Amīnah Zahīr paused to wipe my forehead, pressed her breasts against me and Amīnah Zahīr went on. “And…uh if you…um wanted,” Amīnah Zahīr stuttered with her soft voice.
Amīnah Zahīr was dying to kiss me.
I bit my lip and leaned away from Amīnah Zahīr.
“If I wanted…what?” I said as I ran my big hand over Amīnah Zahīr’s hair, petting her as if Amīnah Zahīr was a cat in heat.
Amīnah Zahīr leaned against my hand and Amīnah Zahīr hoped I was getting her vibes.
Amīnah Zahīr wanted me and didn’t care if I was her Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb’s lover or not.
“You can…uh…pretend I’m you’re um…date, if you wanted to.” Amīnah Zahīr whispered, as Amīnah Zahīr chewed her lower lip and hoped that her face wasn’t that red.
I laughed and now I was sure.
Amīnah Zahīr was coming on to me and Amīnah Zahīr was turning me on.
“Well, I haven’t been out with so extremely beautiful a woman here in a long; long time…you may not be safe!” I laughed and gave her a good hug.
“Mmmm, that would be as nasty as fuck, wouldn’t it!” Amīnah Zahīr laughed, showed all of her teeth and Amīnah Zahīr’s face turned bright red.
“Girl, I should bend you over my knee and spank your ass!” I laughed with Amīnah Zahīr and I gave her a playful nudge with my elbow. “But, if you’re that nasty…I’m sure you’d love your big Musalmān ass spanked too!” I laughed.
Amīnah Zahīr pushed me back.
Amīnah Zahīr loved me pushing her and if I went along with her plan, Amīnah Zahīr hoped and prayed that later, she’d be under her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties!
“Shoot Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! any ‘prudent’ Musalmān girl in her right mind…would bend right over for you!” Amīnah Zahīr smiled and caressed over my lower stomach again, but this time, the towel was gone and my bare flesh, felt like Amīnah Zahīr was touching red-hot steel.
“What in the hell did they teach you in college, girl?” I asked with a laugh.
I loved her fingers caressing my body, but my Uncut Hindu Cock was starting to get very hard and I knew that I needed to get away from Amīnah Zahīr.
Amīnah Zahīr smiled and moved closer, until her front was pressed completely against my side and Amīnah Zahīr felt my left hand cover her right Musalmān ass-cheek.
“It’s not what I learned in class, but at night…is when I really learned things, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr panted in my ear and leaned to kiss my neck, enjoying my manly taste on her pouty Musalmān lips.
“And Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I paid very ‘close’ attention,” Amīnah Zahīr whispered in my ear as both of her loving hands caressed my body.
Her right hand covered my chest and her left one, caressed my strong back.
Amīnah Zahīr could envision me on her, loving her long in the night.
“Yeah, I can see that!” I laughed.
I had to get up.
“I’m going to go along with your ‘date’ game, but…um…no…You know.”
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I know. So relax and let’s have some fun, ok?” Amīnah Zahīr laughed, as Amīnah Zahīr stood up, moved into my arms.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was smashed into her lower stomach, just an inch or so from her wet, excited Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Amīnah Zahīr wanted to scream.
“I’m going to dress up for you and go all out. Is there anything special you’d like me to do or wear for you?” Amīnah Zahīr asked and Amīnah Zahīr could feel the hot, boiling blood racing through my hard, manly Uncut Hindu Cock.
Amīnah Zahīr wanted to drop to her knees.

I thought and I knew this was no good, but My Uncut Hindu Cock took control of My brain and it only thought of Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, even if Amīnah Zahīr was Sāliħah Ayyūb’s daughter.
“I liked that little outfit you wore last month, when you went to that party.” I said as I slipped my arms around her and my hands found Amīnah Zahīr’s gorgeous, tight Musalmān ass.
“Ahhh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! you liked My ‘school girl’ look huh? I would have never guessed it!” Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
Amīnah Zahīr had some nice things to wear for her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties.
“I liked that and you looked sexy as hell, but kind of nasty too.” I said as my hands held each of her firm Musalmān ass-cheeks and I gently pushed my hips into hers. “Any normal guy in his right mind would love that!” I laughed, as My Uncut Hindu Cock grew more and I knew Amīnah Zahīr felt every inch of it on her stomach.
She felt My Uncut Hindu Cock and it was a ‘true’ monster.
“I love dressing up and playing around. It’s called roll playing, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! And I’m very, very good at it too.” Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
I was growing harder, for her and Amīnah Zahīr loved it.
“I’m going to go all out for you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! And you’ll love how real I can make things seem,” Amīnah Zahīr purred in my ear and her hand started around the side of my hip. “So, if you go along with it, be ready for a wonderful night!” Amīnah Zahīr purred again and Amīnah Zahīr slowly moved her hand around my body.
I jumped away from her.
I felt her hand slithering around my body and I pulled from her.
“I’m going to start things and I’ll meet you back here around…seven!” I said with a big grin and I took off to start dinner for us.
“Allah! Oh God, this is so fucking cool and I can’t believe that my Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Wants me to dress like a schoolgirl!” Amīnah Zahīr said.
She couldn’t help but jumping up and down with total joy.
“I’m sorry if you get mad at me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! but tonight,” Amīnah Zahīr paused to twist both of her hard and very excited nipples. “I’m going fuck you until your ears bleed!” Amīnah Zahīr growled with lust.
Amīnah Zahīr went to prepare herself for me.*

I had dinner going and rushed to clean up for Amīnah Zahīr.
I knew that it was wrong, but Amīnah Zahīr was turning me on and there was nothing I could do about it.
Amīnah Zahīr was a very beautiful young Musalmān woman and it seemed that Amīnah Zahīr had taken after her Ammī.
Amīnah Zahīr was a nympho and I loved it.
Amīnah Zahīr yelled, slamming the front door and Amīnah Zahīr strolled into the kitchen. “Hi Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr said as I turned to see her and my big eyes grew wide.
I saw Amīnah Zahīr.
And I quickly knew that this was bad.
She fluffed her hair and Amīnah Zahīr’s makeup was perfect.
My eyes looked at her pretty face and they roamed down to her thin, white blouse.
Amīnah Zahīr had no bra and I could see that her nipples were hard.
They looked bigger than normal.
Her toned stomach was bare and Amīnah Zahīr had one of those belly-button rings in it.
Her small, plaid skirt was short, giving me a great view of Amīnah Zahīr’s long legs and it went up to her stocking covered thighs.
“Wow, my little girl is sure growing up and you’re so pretty!” I smiled and hugged her tight, not caring if Amīnah Zahīr could feel my swollen Uncut Hindu Cock or not.
I even flexed it against her.
“Thank you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as Amīnah Zahīr stayed against me, enjoying my erect Uncut Hindu Cock resting on her stomach again.
It made her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy tingle.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I got a bad grade on My report card. Please don’t be mad at me,” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as her fingers caressed through my thick, black hair and Amīnah Zahīr felt me flex again.
I had to smile.
Amīnah Zahīr was very good at this.
“What class?” I asked as I looked to her pretty face and I pretended to be mad at her.
“Don’t be mad at me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! It is my sex education class. I don’t understand some of the things my teacher said and I was too embarrassed to ask for help. Everyone would have laughed at me,” Amīnah Zahīr said with a soft, very innocent voice, as her lower lip came out and Amīnah Zahīr hugged me tight.
“You have a bad grade, in such an easy class? Amīnah Zahīr, I should spank your ass, girl!” I said, trying to act mean. “Sit at the table and get your books out, now!” I yelled and gave her left ass-cheek, a firm slap.
“No Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! please don’t spank me. I’m sorry and I promise to do better. Maybe if you help me with my class, I’ll get a better grade next time,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled and sat at the table, rubbing her stinging Musalmān ass and hoping I would keep this up.
“I don’t mind helping you sweet-heart,” I said and walked to her side, pressing my stiff Uncut Hindu Cock against the side of Amīnah Zahīr’s left breast.
I felt her suck in a deep, breathe of air.
“So, what didn’t my baby Musalmān girl, understand?” I asked as I ran my fingers through her soft hair.
I was petting Amīnah Zahīr as if, Amīnah Zahīr was a cat.
Her Ammī loved that and as much as Amīnah Zahīr and Sāliħah Ayyūb were alike; I hoped that Sāliħah Ayyūb’s daughter would love it too.
Amīnah Zahīr came close to having an orgasm, but Amīnah Zahīr wanted to wait and do that around my big, fat Uncut Hindu Cock-shaft.
“Some of the words confused me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! and if I would have asked My teacher what they meant, I would have been laughed at by My class.” Amīnah Zahīr said with that same voice.
Amīnah Zahīr put her sexy, lower lip, out farther than before.
“What words, baby?” I asked and caressed her pretty Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān face.
“Like, orgasm, what does that mean, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? All of the kids in school talk about having an orgasm with their girlfriend or boyfriend and I don’t have a clue of what it means.”

I got down on my knees beside her and I hugged Amīnah Zahīr.
“When two people like each other they kiss. You’ve seen movies and people kissing, right?” I asked as my right hand moved to her leg and I caressed her sheer, white stocking.
“Yeah a little. Is kissing fun, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as her arm slid around my strong, manly neck. “I’ve never kissed anyone, but you,”
Amīnah Zahīr moaned as my big hand slowly moved up and down her leg, driving Amīnah Zahīr crazy.
“Kissing is very fun and it is really good when you do it with someone you love.”
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I’ve never kissed like that before. Is it fun?” Amīnah Zahīr asked and she felt my hand sliding up her leg, until I found her bare thigh and Amīnah Zahīr couldn’t help but moan.
“Mmmm, that feels so good, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr purred and just sat; letting me do anything, I wanted to her.
“Tonight, when we watch TV, will you kiss me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? I love you and you said that made it even better, right?” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as Amīnah Zahīr leaned to kiss the side of my mouth.
I smiled and looked up to her.
I knew that she was getting crazy, but Amīnah Zahīr was old enough to know what Amīnah Zahīr wanted and that was good enough for me.
“I don’t know, but I’ll think it over. A Dad is not supposed to kiss his women’s daughter like that, but you are growing into a beautiful, young lady and we’ll see what happens.” I said as we looked into each other’s eyes and I knew that this night was going to change our lives forever.
“I can’t wait, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I think that I’ll love kissing you,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled and could not believe how wet her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was.
“What other words are you having trouble with?”
“All the kids say funny things like, Uncut Hindu Cock and Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I don’t know what any of the words mean.” Amīnah Zahīr said with the teasing voice and put her lip out.
I laughed.
“Well, let’s not say Uncut Hindu Cock. Let’s say penis and it is what all men and I have. We pee through it and a few other nice things too.”
“What does a penis look like? Can I see yours, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? Please.” Amīnah Zahīr said with the youngest sounding voice Amīnah Zahīr could.
“Well, I’m not supposed to show you, but…if you’re a very good girl and if you promise to do anything I say…I might even let you hold it too.”
“Mmmm, that sounds fun, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You should let me see your Uncut Hindu Penis, now.”
I stood up.
I was too tempted now.
Nevertheless, it would have been much better if we would take the things slow and not rush them.
“Nope, you have to wait until later and you have to be a good girl!” I said with a firm voice.
I turned back to watch the stove.
“I’m always good for my Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties,” Amīnah Zahīr stood and moved behind me. “I can’t wait to see your Uncut Hindu Penis, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Is it a big, long one?” Amīnah Zahīr asked and tried to slip her arms around me.
I pushed her back playfully as if teasing her, instead of admonishing.
There was no use in admonishing Amīnah Zahīr now.
I knew she was deliberately doing it under the ever-brilliant advice of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted to provide my Uncut Hindu Lund to every Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt even.
She was preparing a Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad and expanding it to the extent as much as she could.
It was only sex and/or fun for Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties now with me.
It was their Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh.
It was their religious duty now as well to fuck me aggressively.
My nonstop previous experiences had taught me the utter futility of my resistance.
I smiled and flipped over a steak.
“Your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, loved it. She was always holding and kissing it. Your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, loves my big Uncut Hindu Penis very much.”
“Not my Ammī? My Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, instead?” Amīnah Zahīr asked innocently ostensibly.
“Not until now.” I smiled.
“Did your Uncut Hindu Penis make my Kħālāzād Bhāījāns, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr asked with a soft whisper and Amīnah Zahīr kissed the back of my neck, enjoying my male Hindu skin taste on her crimson young ardent Musalmān lips.

Shivers ran through me.
In addition, I knew Amīnah Zahīr would get her wish.
“Oh yes! Your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, and I had a wonderful time when we made your Kħālāzād Bhāījāns!”
“How did you get them in her belly, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”
“Well, if you’re a good, little girl and pay very close attention tonight, your Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties may show you how your Kħālāzād Bhāījāns got inside your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb.”
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I can’t wait to see your Uncut Hindu Penis! I bet that you have the prettiest one there is and I promise to be a very good, little girl for you. I’d do ‘anything’ you tell me to.” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as she reached around me and very gently squeezed My Uncut Hindu Cock.*

Later, I was sitting in my recliner and relaxing after dinner, when Amīnah Zahīr caught my eye.
“I see that you changed into my favorite nightclothes,” I smiled and looked over her tall, slender Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān body and the small, blue shirt that did little to cover her comparatively bigger Musalmān breasts.
I looked down to the panties on her hips and I felt My Uncut Hindu Cock growing hard.
“Do you ‘really’ think I’m pretty, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr said with that same, innocent voice and Amīnah Zahīr slowly turned, knowing that I loved seeing her gorgeous Musalmān ass.
Amīnah Zahīr wanted to show me everything, tonight.
Amīnah Zahīr wanted me hard and ready to go in her exquisite Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
I pulled her on my burning Hindu male lap and I hugged her, now hoping I could really slip my Uncut Hindu Dick into her.
“Yes, I think that you are very pretty and I want you to be my one more Musalmān girlfriend,” I said as I caressed her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
I peeked down to her big, swollen nipples and I noticed something more.
Amīnah Zahīr’s nipples were fucking pierced.
Amīnah Zahīr smiled and saw my eyes on her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān boobs.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, if I’m your girlfriend um…can we kiss each other and um…do I still get to see your Uncut Hindu Penis?” Amīnah Zahīr asked making sure her lip was out and Amīnah Zahīr snuggled closer to me.
“We’ll see, but now, I want you to kiss me and after you do,” I had to stop.
Amīnah Zahīr kissed me.
Yet she quickly moved back, acting as if Amīnah Zahīr was embarrassed.
“Ok, let’s try that again, but this time, don’t move away. Keep your lips on mine and try to do everything that I do, ok?” I said as I caressed Amīnah Zahīr’s face.
I hoped Amīnah Zahīr was sure about this.
Superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady, Amīnah Zahīr, got up and sat back down on my burning utmost experienced Hindu male lap again.
However, this time, Amīnah Zahīr was facing me and we were nose to nose.
“I’ll do better this time,” Amīnah Zahīr panted.
Amīnah Zahīr was on fire now.
“I promise, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as Amīnah Zahīr moved her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth to my sixty-four years old Hindu male mouth, and we kissed.
I held the sides of Amīnah Zahīr’s superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face and we lightly kissed.
“Now, I want you to do everything that I do, baby,” I said as our mouths were still together.
Now I myself wanted her in the worst way, but it would be much better if we went slow and took our time.
“Ohhh, yes!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as we lightly kissed and Amīnah Zahīr loved me holding her so tight.
It made her feel so helpless and at my mercy.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was dripping and it was running down Amīnah Zahīr’s thighs.*

I held her as we kissed.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was hard.
“Sit all the way down on me and guess what’s under your superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt.”
Amīnah Zahīr smiled and sat completely down on me.
“Oh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!..it feels so good!”
Amīnah Zahīr moaned as the superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady, Amīnah Zahīr, rabbed My massive neck and hugged with all of her might.
As Amīnah Zahīr pushed her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks down, she rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy on My swollen Hindu shaft.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wetness covered me instantly and Amīnah Zahīr was on fire.
I held her as we hugged and she felt good in my strong Hindu arms.
“I know baby!” I grunted and I had to make sure this is what Amīnah Zahīr really and truly wanted, before we went on.
“Baby, are you very certain that this is what you want? Once we start…I won’t be able to stop.” I said as I held her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face and Amīnah Zahīr nodded her head.
“Yesssssssssssssssssss! I know Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! and I’m very sure about this.” Amīnah Zahīr said in her normal voice and Amīnah Zahīr kissed me. “I’ve never wanted anything as badly…as I want you inside me, now,” Amīnah Zahīr added and kissed me again. “And, if I want to be your ‘Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend’, I gotta do whatever you say.” Amīnah Zahīr said with her ‘other’ voice.
In addition, Amīnah Zahīr smiled at me.
I knew that we were sure to live in heaven now.
This was awesome and I couldn’t stop now.
Amīnah Zahīr was a Just Eighteen Just Adult constantly aggressive young Musalmān Beauty and Amīnah Zahīr had me under her sexual control now.
“Okay. That’s right. I want you to kiss me again, but this time, open your mouth and flick your tongue on mine.” I whispered as Amīnah Zahīr lay on my chest, kissing deeper, flicking our tongues together.
I reached under Amīnah Zahīr, caressing her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as I held her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt and softly kissed her. “This makes me feel all tingly and My special place…is so wet, why Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”*

I held her and I hoped Amīnah Zahīr wouldn’t kill me.
“That just means that you love your Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties! and um…you like it when we hug and kiss,” I said with a smile.
Now I had to get My Uncut Hindu Cock out of My jeans.
“Your Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties has a surprise for you, baby and I think that you’re going to love it too!” I said with a wink.

“Mmmm, what is it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr asked as we continued to kiss and nibble each other’s lips.
“Do you still want to see my Uncut Hindu Penis and find out how your Kħālāzād Bhāījāns got in your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb’s belly?”
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, yes, may I please see you! I’ll do anything you want…I promise! Please!” Amīnah Zahīr said, making sure that her lower lip was out and Amīnah Zahīr was ready to see my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I reached under her, unzipped my pants and leaned back in the chair.
“Be easy with me and you can ‘only’ hold me and nothing more! Do you understand your Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties?”
“Ohhh yes, I understand, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr replied as Amīnah Zahīr slid from My recliner and sat on the floor in front of me, on her knees.
Now Amīnah Zahīr was perfectly ready to please her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties!
She reached in my pants, gently pulled it out.
And Amīnah Zahīr thought that Amīnah Zahīr was going to faint.

“Allah Allah! Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, why is it sooo fat and sooo long?” Amīnah Zahīr asked with a smile, holding me with both hands.
Amīnah Zahīr slowly licked her lips.
Amīnah Zahīr knew why it was so big and long.
“Well, most Musalmān ladies like it that big, so they can kiss it and play with it. They also know I can give them a baby, if it’s so big.”
Amīnah Zahīr looked up at me and tried to look as innocent as Amīnah Zahīr could.
“Do I get to kiss your Uncut Hindu Penis, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr asked with a soft voice and Amīnah Zahīr saw me smile at her.
“Huh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as her lips grazed over the head and Amīnah Zahīr felt me flex.
“Can I kiss you there?” Amīnah Zahīr whispered as her soft lips puckered and Amīnah Zahīr smiled. “It’s so big and it’s sooo hard too!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned.
She slowly leaned forward, until my Uncut Hindu Cock-head was against her crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and Amīnah Zahīr opened her panting mouth.
I just sat there, enjoying Amīnah Zahīr’s game.
“Kiss it real slow, baby and move your hand up and down, ok?” I said as I caressed the side of her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
Amīnah Zahīr licked the head.
“That’s My good, little Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān girl. Kiss all over me and keep rubbing me too.” I said as I watched Amīnah Zahīr, kissing the tip of my swollen, Uncut Hindu Cock-head.
It was great.
Her crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips were kissing all over me and Amīnah Zahīr was smiling, while lightly stroking me.
Amīnah Zahīr’s breath was warm and her crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips were so wet.
“Am I doing it the right way, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr purred with a smile and quickly returned to pleasing my big, hard Uncut Hindu Cock. “Hum, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? Do you like the way I’m…um…kissing it?” Amīnah Zahīr whispered with a bigger smile, knowing that she was driving me crazy now.
A sixty-four years old utmost experienced Hindu man.
Amīnah Zahīr was only Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Yet, she was successfully driving me crazy without any past experience in sex.
“Yeah, you’re the best ever and I love you.” I said as I watched her go back down, kissing my Uncut Hindu Cock-head.
I could feel Amīnah Zahīr licking the tiny slit on the head.
“That’s where babies come from and if you keep kissing me like this, you’re going to see my Uncut Hindu Penis squirt,” I moaned and watched Amīnah Zahīr smile at me.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, what will it squirt out?”
“It will squirt ‘baby juice’ and if you are ‘really’ my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend, you will drink it for me.” I paused to kiss Amīnah Zahīr and I smiled at her. “Now, I want you to suck me and pretend it’s one of those big, fat pickles you love to suck on,” I winked at Amīnah Zahīr.
Amīnah Zahīr just smiled at me, cunningly.
She was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
But she wasn’t a damn fool.
Amīnah Zahīr smiled again and licked the tip again.
“Silly Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I’m now your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend forever, and I’ll do ‘anything’, you want me to.” Amīnah Zahīr moaned and leaned down to my Uncut Hindu Cock, sucking me hard and with need.
“Mmmm Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, is the ‘baby juice’ good to drink?”
Amīnah Zahīr teased and stroked me faster.
“Huh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, is it good?” Amīnah Zahīr moaned, leaning over me, letting a big drop of saliva drip on me.
Amīnah Zahīr stroked faster now.
“Oh yes, your Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, loved to drink my Hindu juice very much!”
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I’m tingling all over and I’m burning up!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as Amīnah Zahīr watched the pleasure on my face as Amīnah Zahīr sucked me and had a feeling that I was very close to cumming for her.
I even didn’t hear what Amīnah Zahīr said.
I was in heaven.
A beautiful Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān young lady was sucking me off.
“I’ll fix it for you baby, just keep kissing my Uncut Hindu Penis now,” I moaned looking at her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face and I loved the beautiful smile around my Uncut Hindu Cock-shaft.
Amīnah Zahīr let me ‘pop’ from her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth and licked her crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.
“Ok Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!..I’ll do anything you tell me and I ‘mean’ anything, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties,” Amīnah Zahīr moaned on my Uncut Hindu Cock, licking up the entire length of my Hindu shaft.
Yet, Amīnah Zahīr stopped to tease the tiny slit again.
I lifted and shoved more of my hard Uncut Hindu Cock into her willing Musalmān mouth, but Amīnah Zahīr lifted too and Amīnah Zahīr pretended to gag.
“Aaarrrgggg! Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, do you want me to kiss and suck ‘more’ of me for you?” Amīnah Zahīr asked with a sweet smile and didn’t wait for my answer.
Amīnah Zahīr took a deep breath.
She sucked more than half of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth and partly down her silky throat.
I felt Amīnah Zahīr suck hard and before I could think, my Uncut Hindu Cock-head entered into her warm Musalmān throat.
I had to stand up.
“Oh Amīnah Zahīr, oh my sweet baby!” I moaned out and it was a loud moan. “My baby, oh!” I moaned again and gently pushed my hips to Amīnah Zahīr, wondering if Amīnah Zahīr has another talent, her Kħālājān, Nādirah Ayyūb, had.
My question was quickly answered.
“Ahhh, baby, yes, yes!” I yelled as Amīnah Zahīr sucked more of me.
I knew now this wasn’t going to last very much longer.
Amīnah Zahīr just smiled as Amīnah Zahīr pleased her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties!
From My loud moaning, Amīnah Zahīr knew I was enjoying her and her skills.
‘Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, yes! Fuck me, me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!..fuck My gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth!’ Amīnah Zahīr thought as I eased forward, pushing more of my glorious Hindu manhood into her willing Musalmān mouth and throat.
I felt My Uncut Hindu Cock jump and Amīnah Zahīr got a sweet surprise.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, oh God! Oh baby, my baby Musalmān girl!” I yelled as warm jets of my Hindu cum shot from the tip of my long Uncut Hindu Cock, into her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth and down Amīnah Zahīr’s throat.
My Uncut Hindu Cock jerked, my Hindu balls felt as if they were going to explode and my heart pumped fast.
“My baby, My baby Musalmān girl!” I yelled again as I held Amīnah Zahīr and filled her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth full of my warm Hindu seeds.*

Amīnah Zahīr sucked and held me in her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth, waiting until I finished.
Amīnah Zahīr smiled up to me,
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, can I do that every day? I loved making my Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, so happy,” Amīnah Zahīr said and moved up on my lap.

I had to smile and hug this beautiful, young Musalmān woman and I held her tight.
“Oh baby, you can do that anytime you want to! Your Durgesh darling, our Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties’ loved the way you sucked me.” I smiled.
I quickly felt Amīnah Zahīr’s need, dripping on me.
I stood with her in my arms.
“I think now it’s the time that I take a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān woman to my bed and make love to her. What do you think?” I asked.
Amīnah Zahīr triumphantly yet slowly nodded her head.
“Mmmm yeah, I’d like that, yes. Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Amīnah Zahīr purred as Amīnah Zahīr held my neck.
I walked towards the bedroom.
Just Eighteen Just Adult, extremely beautiful, Amīnah Zahīr was on my Hindu arms.

Sāliħah Ayyūb was watching it all, immensely surprised.
She never knew her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān daughter was so sexy, so ravenous.
She had defeated even Sāliħah Ayyūb in getting Durgesh for her.*

I put Amīnah Zahīr in the middle of my bed and lay next to her.
“I think you should take that top off, so I can see and play with…these!” I said as my finger traced over Amīnah Zahīr’s excited, right nipple.
Amīnah Zahīr had the shirt off in a split second.
“Oh how nice!” I moaned, looking at the tiny gold bars through her nipples and I smiled.
I leaned to tease her nipples with my lips.
Amīnah Zahīr went wild under me.

My long Uncut Hindu Lund lashed at Amīnah Zahīr’s swollen buds and her back arched high in the air.
“Oh fuck, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!! Yes! Yes!” Amīnah Zahīr screamed and quickly felt something else.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr whimpered when she felt my Uncut Hindu Cock on her wet, aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Amīnah Zahīr immediately spread her extremely beautiful nude Musalmān legs for me.
I smiled proudly and confidently.
It’s not normal for a sixty plus man to satisfy a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty sexually.
But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had constantly nonstop made it Normal for me.
As soon as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I returned from our Honeymoon, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had started her Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh.
Her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad had started to come in existence and expand infinitely.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan deliberately made friends with the extremely beautiful, highly educated, Jet Musalmān Beauties and managed deliberately them to join my bed.
First, they were at least more than twenty five.
Then twenty to twenty five also started to join us.
Then it went to Just Eighteen Just Adult too, ultimately.
All my protests in fucking Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties were deliberately made futile by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh and Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.
It was a long story of my constant nonstop resistance.
Yet, none of them surrendered.
Neither Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, nor Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, and not Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Gradually, it became as normal to me to fuck Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties too, as I found myself erect in the presence of Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties too, normally, without any hesitation at all.
I was even more popular now among Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties as their utmost efficient, utmost available, sex partner than the boys of their own age group were even.
It went on to the extent that while previously I fucked the Ammīs, Kħālās, Buās, Chachīs, Mumānīs of the jet Musalmān Beauties first and then the Jet Musalmān Beauties themselves afterwards, now the sequence was reversed entirely.
Now, usually, I fucked Jet Musalmān Beauties, rather Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties first, and then their elder sisters, elder cousins, Ammīs, Kħālās, Buās, Chachīs, Mumānīs of them.
Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties were my ever first admirers now.
They loved my sixty plus years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into their Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunts more then even their elder Musalmān Beauties did.
Moreover, it was not abnormal for me now.
I was their most wanted most perfect sex partner now.
Gradually I found a new trend, rather new tradition, arising.
I was being used to be the ever first sex partner of Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties.
I was now their eighteenth birthday gift generally.
I have to fuck them now on their eighteenth birthday.
Even Imām Muħammad Ħasan surrendered to it ultimately.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had done one more miracle in successfully changing the social attitude of Pseudo Musalmīn.
She was even getting donations for Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands if Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan arranged for me to inaugurate the virgin Musalmān Cunts of Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties on their eighteenth birthday.*
I was immensely surprised, furious, and fierce even when I was first requested for it.
“What? Are you crazy, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan? The parents themselves want me to take the cherry of their virgin Musalmān daughter on her eighteenth birthday? I can’t believe it.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
It’s the birthday gift she asked from her parents. What’s wrong there?

Chapter 46
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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


Ved Nagar: 44

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 44

Durgesh Sāliħah Ayyūb
Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr

Sāliħah Ayyūb could never forget the first time she saw me fucking.
It happened a few months ago.
I had just turned 64, and she wanted to surprise me on the midnight of my birthday with a gift while I was still watching TV in the living room.
Sāliħah Ayyūb gently and quietly opened her bedroom door with her present in hand, and softly walked towards the living room without making a sound- and what she saw left her stunned:
I was watching softcore porn on cable.
In addition, as she quietly stepped even closer near the couch, she could see that I was fucking her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter, Amīnah Zahīr.
Sāliħah Ayyūb’s heart pounded.
She couldn’t believe that her wholesome ever-young old man, Durgesh, could do something so brazen in their living room.
Sure, she knew that all Hindus were especially horny at every age, but this?
In the same house while I thought Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, was sleeping?
Nevertheless, above another else, she couldn’t believe how she felt about seeing me pleasure her daughter, Amīnah Zahīr, so explicitly.
Sāliħah Ayyūb had only been with one man her entire life, and that was her ex-husband.
That’s how conservative and proper, Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, was raised.
Her favorite fantasy was to watch me fuck Musalmān Beauties while looking at her, but her ex-husband always laughed it off and was reluctant to allow it because of how ridiculous he thought it was.
Now here Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, was, with the middle of her legs becoming wet, watching me pleasure her daughter, Amīnah Zahīr.
Sāliħah Ayyūb, was aroused and she knew it.
She quietly tiptoed back to her room before she could get caught and she later did something that she NEVER thought Sāliħah Ayyūb, would EVER do- she fantasized about me for the very first time in her life.*

I said as I went to the kitchen for breakfast.
“This looks good,”
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled,
“Thanks. I was supposed to meet some clients this morning, but I got a message late last night that they had to cancel. My boss said I could finish my report at home, so I figured I might as well do some cooking and catch up on chores while I had the extra time.”
“Lucky,” I replied while eating. “I’ve got some work today. But seriously Sāliħah Ayyūb, you work too hard and you should try relaxing a little.”
“If I relaxed during my free time, then who would inspect cook and clean for my Hindu Jýéshŧh, my Hindu elder brother of my Musalmān husband? It certainly wouldn’t be you,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied jokingly.
She respected me, but watching me fucking her own daughter, Amīnah Zahīr now, had given her a new feeling that Sāliħah Ayyūb was practically my Ammī in law now too, not only my Musalmān sister in law.
It had brought Sāliħah Ayyūb closer to me mentally.
“Good point.” I smiled, “In that case, just work the amount that you need and don’t tire yourself out too much.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb playfully slapped me on the arm.
“Very funny. You know, if I didn’t love you so much, I would have forced you to take care of your own laundry and to clean your room by now.”
I grabbed the remainder of my food and got up to give her a kiss.
“Then I guess I’m really lucky to have such an awesome extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law. I wish I could stay and eat, but I have to meet some friends for some last minute instructions to them. It’s the only way I can be as smart as you, right?”
“I’m glad we agree on that,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied as I smiled and left.

After supervising the cleaning of dishes and vacuuming the carpet, Sāliħah Ayyūb went to my room to supervise my laundry.
Sāliħah Ayyūb pulled off the pillowcase on my bed.
When Sāliħah Ayyūb grabbed the blanket, Sāliħah Ayyūb saw something that left her as speechless as the day she caught me fucking her own daughter, Amīnah Zahīr, months ago:
There was a photo of herself underneath my blanket.
‘What’s this doing here?’ Sāliħah Ayyūb thought to herself.
Had her daughter,Amīnah Zahīr, put it there while I was fucking Amīnah Zahīr?
It was a photo of her in a one-piece bathing suit from a summer vacation they had two years ago.
The picture itself was from a photo album that she kept in the closet in the hallway.
However, what was it doing in my bed?
A susp had suddenly come over her.
When she vacuumed my room a moment earlier, she had picked a few pieces of used tissue paper off the floor and threw it in my trash.
‘Allah, Oh God,’ Sāliħah Ayyūb gasped. ‘Was Durgesh too is thinking about me?’
Sāliħah Ayyūb felt torn.
On the one hand, she felt disgusted and betrayed that I could do such a thing with her picture.
Nevertheless, on the other hand, she knew she couldn’t really be mad at me because just a few months ago, she had herself watched me fucking her young daughter and instead of being angry to us, Sāliħah Ayyūb then fantasized about me herself afterwards.
Moreover, frankly, the thought of me fucking to her picture made her feel inexplicably naughty, but in a good way.
She even felt a little flattered by it.
Almost without thinking, Sāliħah Ayyūb walked to her room to grab an even more private photo of herself that she had hid in a drawer.
It was a picture of one of the rare moments in her life that she had ever worn a small bikini, while at a private pool party with her close friends.
Sāliħah Ayyūb went back to my room and tucked it neatly under my blanket for me to ‘use’ later.
Allah, was Sāliħah Ayyūb crazy?
Sāliħah Ayyūb also wanted me to fuck her?
Allah Allah!
Yet, she left her small bikini picture there deliberately, naughtily and impishly.*

The rest of the day was as usual.
Sāliħah Ayyūb did her work, supervised cooking, had dinner with me, and watched a little TV before calling it a night.
Sāliħah Ayyūb deliberately managed for her daughter, Amīnah Zahīr, not to be with us then.
Also as usual, Sāliħah Ayyūb ended her day by supervising washing up and putting on her flannel pajamas before heading to bed.
However, when she exited her bathroom, Sāliħah Ayyūb saw me walking down the hallway and towards her bedroom.
In addition, by the look on my face, Sāliħah Ayyūb understood I had something important to say.
“Sāliħah Ayyūb…Were you…did you supervise the cleaning of my room today?” I asked gravely, standing in her room.
“Of course I did. Bhāījān, your room didn’t just supervise cleaning itself, you know,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied casually, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
“Well of course I know that. Nevertheless, my bed…did you…”
“If you’re referring to the picture left under your blanket, then don’t worry, it wasn’t a ghost that put it there- I did,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said with a deliberate soft impish smile.
“Am I missing something here?” I smiled. “I mean, shouldn’t you be mad at Amīnah Zahīr for putting your picture there? Aren’t you upset at all?”
“I’ll answer your question on one condition,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied.
“What’s that?”
“I want you to tell me why she was using my picture. And I want an honest answer.”
I paused for a Moment.
“Fine. Being completely honest here, your daughter thinks I’ve always thought of you as being my ideal Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman. You’re smart, classy, caring, and you’re really really sexy. I know she understands you’re my youner Musalmān brother’s wife and everything, but that’s just what she thinks how I feel.”
“That’s very sweet of you to say,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied, feeling genuinely touched by my words.
“Now it’s your turn. Why did you leave a bikini picture of you in my room?”
Sāliħah Ayyūb sighed,
“You know, a part of me wished that you would have given a vague answer because I wanted to give a vague response. Nevertheless, since you were so open and honest, here it goes; I’ve always been excited by the thought & sight of a Hindu pleasuring a Musalmān Beauty. Don’t ask me why, but it just gets me going. It’s the only kink I have really. Your younger Musalmān Brother, Muħammad Zahīr, rarely ever let me watch a Hindu fuck a Musalmān Beauty, and on the rare occasions he allowed, it would only be for a quick few seconds and I would laugh it off before stopping. Then a few months ago, I saw you…you know…”
“You saw me fucking your daughter, Amīnah Zahīr?
She nodded,
“In the living room late at night. I saw you fucking, and truthfully, a big part of me was very aroused. Moreover, when I saw my picture in your bed today, I was flattered by it. In fact, it turned me on in a strangely erotic way.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, All I can say is ─ wow! You always were a cool Sāliħah Ayyūb, but when it came to the magic s-word, I’ve always thought you were a real prude because of how conservative you always seem,” I said, referring to sex.
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled,
“It’s getting late and I have to wake up early Tomorrow for work. We better get to sleep.”
“I guess so. Nevertheless, Sāliħah Ayyūb, do you think we can finish this conversation another time? It’s a pretty important topic for the family if you ask me.”
“Sure. But do you mind if I ask you one last personal question tonight?”
“Anything,” I replied.
“Does my daughter and you plan on using my picture before you go to bed?” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. “You know, do both of you plan on fucking mutually, with it?”
“Jeez, Sāliħah Ayyūb, you’ve really put me on the spot here. Your daughter won’t like me answer it.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled. “So would you rather see the real thing, or do you prefer the picture?”
“What? Are you asking what I think you’re asking?” I asked quite in incredulity.
Sāliħah Ayyūb nodded to me.
“I am. Yet only if you promise not to tell anyone. The last thing I need is for anyone to know what my fetish is. In addition, I don’t even want to think about what people would say about me as your sister in law. I’d be the talk of the town, and not in a flattering way.”
“Sāliħah Ayyūb, you know that there’s no way that I’ll ever be stupid enough to ruin what I think you’re offering to me right now. And you know I would never hurt you like that.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb grinned,
“Good. Now you can start by pulling down your shorts and having a seat on my bed.”
“Me?” I asked with a confused look on my face. “But I thought…I thought you were the one who was going to show…”
“I am. I want to watch you fuck in front of me. And in exchange, I’ll show you my breasts. That’s our deal. We both get what we want out of this. Sound fair?”
My hands slowly made its way around the waistband of my shorts and I gave it a gentle tug downwards.
With one swift motion, I bent down to pull my shorts and underwear off, leaving me naked from the waist down.
“Oh my, you’re really great,” Sāliħah Ayyūb told me, with a sense of approval over my legendary Uncut Hindu manhood. “It’s so long and youthful looking still now at your sixty four even.”

I smiled at Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb,
“Thanks. Now whom do you want me to fuck now?”
To my immense surprise, Amīnah Zahīr, Sāliħah Ayyūb’s extremely beautiful young daughter, suddenly entered there walking sophisticatedly.
Eīshān!
Sāliħah Ayyūb had already talked with her daughter even?
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
“On my bed with your back against the wall. I’m sure that would be comfortable for both of you.” Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled graciously.
We did as we were asked, sitting on her bed pressing my back against the wall.
Sāliħah Ayyūb’s eyes lit up as Sāliħah Ayyūb saw me growing and becoming erect.
“Looks like you don’t need me to show you any skin. It seems like you’re aroused enough just being an exhibitionist to your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law.”
“Well, I’ll admit that it’s REALLY hot being naked in front of you like I’m your plaything. Moreover, it’s even hotter knowing that you enjoy it. Nevertheless, of course, I do need to see something. A deal is a deal, remember?”
Even Amīnah Zahīr smiled now.
Her Ammī’s hands casually started unbuttoning the top of her pajamas.
“You’re right. A deal is a deal.”
Just when enough buttons were undone, Sāliħah Ayyūb spread open the material covering her chest, and she exposed herself to me.

Her heart was pounding as Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, watched my eyes grow along with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her excellent Musalmān breasts were completely exposed for me now.
It was gracefully arousing for her to see me slowly start to fuck her daughter in front of her, while my eyes were locked onto her bare big sized Musalmān breasts, with her pink nipples becoming stiff.
“You seem like you’re enjoying yourself,” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked, to break the slight awkwardness in the room.
“I am,” I said while fucking her extremely beautiful young Musalmān daughter, Amīnah Zahīr. “This is so hot. You have such an amazing body, Sāliħah Ayyūb.”
“Thank you. I’m enjoying this as well. Do you need any extra stimulation?”
Sāliħah Ayyūb didn’t wait for me to answer.
Already before, Sāliħah Ayyūb started softly cupping the round bottoms her breasts, and playing with her hard pink nipples using her fingers.
She found herself inadvertently becoming even more aroused, as her breasts and nipples have always been very sensitive, and it was clear to her that I was enjoying the show as my breathing and stroking into her daughter, became harder.
“Keep playing with those Musalmān tits, Sāliħah Ayyūb. I can’t believe this is happening,” I groaned fucking Amīnah Zahīr.
Watching a Hindu fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān daughter so close was one thing, but seeing I do it while looking at her bare breasts drove Sāliħah Ayyūb absolutely wild.
Her secret fantasy had finally come true, along with the added taboo of incest to make things ever hotter for the demure Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman, Sāliħah Ayyūb.
She was held in her emotions and excitement as she continued to fondle herself for me.
It wasn’t long before I exhibited all of the tell tale signs of having an orgasm; a sight she hadn’t seen from a man since she became a single woman.
“Cum for me,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said innocently. “I want to see you cum.”
I stroked faster and Amīnah Zahīr’s moans became louder.
My back suddenly arched, my muscles stiffened, and a flurry of my Hindu sperm shot in the extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt of Amīnah Zahīr.
I didn’t stop stroking until I was completely drained, with my eyes never leaving Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb’s body.
Then when it was over, he straightened and went on fuckingv Amīnah Zahīr even more fiercely.
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled,
“Allah Allah! Oh my. That was an impressive amount of your Hindu fluid you just released.”
I didn’t reply.
I just fucked Amīnah Zahīr there vigorously, while Sāliħah Ayyūb closed her top and reached over to grab a few pieces of tissue paper from her bedside table to toss on My stomach.
“Thanks,” I replied.
Amīnah Zahīr was using the tissue to clean myself.
“I haven’t felt anything like that in a really long time, Sāliħah Ayyūb. I mean…actually doing that in front of you and seeing you touch yourself was almost better than hooking-up with any of my Musalmān lady friends. It…just…you know…”
“I know exactly what you mean Durgesh. The taboo of extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law/Jýéshŧh incest can be quite thrilling to some people, and it looks like you and I fall under that same category. Just don’t ask for it again. Not anytime soon. This just might be a one-time thing, okay? I just don’t want things to get out of hand between us- no pun intended.”
“I guess so,” I complained. “But at least I got to experience this.”
With that said, the two of us said our ‘good nights’ and each headed to bed.*

Sāliħah Ayyūb sat at the breakfast table looking like her prim & proper self.
Her hair and make-up were perfectly done, and she had on one of her more expensive pantsuits in anticipation for an important meeting in just over an hour.
“Good morning, Bhāījān,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said with a loving smile as I came down.
I smiled back and gave Sāliħah Ayyūb a kiss on the forehead before sitting down to eat.
“Morning Sāliħah Ayyūb! I must say, you look extra wonderful this morning. In addition, thank you for making me this breakfast. Did I ever tell you that you’re one of my favorite cookz?”
“Well, aren’t you cheerful this morning,” Sāliħah Ayyūb noted smiling cunningly. “I don’t think you’ve ever thanked me for cooking, let alone complimenting me for it, or my looks. Please don’t tell me that you’ve been possessed.”
“I can’t help that I’m in a great mood. Especially after last night,” I smiled before digging in to my food.
“Oh, of course. That. It was a pretty outrageous night, I’ll admit. And we both certainly got what we wanted out of it, no matter how taboo it was.”
“Does that mean you’ve pleasured yourself afterwards?” I asked with a smile.
“I guess there’s no point in denying it. The answer is yes, I did fuck after you left, and it was great. I know it isn’t something that an extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law should ever do with you, but it’s our little secret right?”
“You bet it is. In addition, speaking of which, can we do it again really quick? I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night, or all morning after I woke up. I could really use the relief before I go to work.”
“Didn’t I say to not ask me about it again?” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked in a peeved tone. “Besides, you looked like you released a healthy amount of sperm last night into me, your own sister in law, Musalmān or otherwise. So I refuse to believe that you need any type of ‘relief’ so soon.”
I gave Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, a serious look.
“Sāliħah Ayyūb, the amount that I shot last night is what I consider to be normal. I usually cum that much once or twice a day if I have to. Moreover, after what we did last night, my body is practically on overdrive. I won’t be able to concentrate at work today if I can’t get off the way I need to.”
“Well then just fuck the way you normally do. It’s not exactly rocket science.”
“I know that, but you’ve really raised the bar after showing me your breasts. I’ve wanted to see that for a really long time. Simply using my imagination or looking at pictures just won’t cut it for the time being.”

Sāliħah Ayyūb sighed and gave me a playful smile.
“Fine. You’ve made your case. I guess this is partly my fault for starting this whole thing. But make it quick since I have an important meeting to attend soon. I know you can last forever, if you don’t wish to explode.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb stood up and placed her hands around the lining of her jacket, preparing to take it off.
But just as Sāliħah Ayyūb did that, Sāliħah Ayyūb stopped.
“You know, it would take too much time for me to remove my entire top and put it back on afterwards. Plus I don’t want to get any wrinkles on them. Do you mind if show you my lower region instead? Would that work for you?” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked.
My eyes lit up at Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb’s counter-offer.
“Hmm…That’s not a bad idea. That’s even better instead. That would definitely work, sure.”
Her hands moved down to the top button of her pants.
She undid the button, pulled her zipper down, and let her pants fall to her ankles.
“Good,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said. “Then it should help you to finish faster. As I’ve said, I have an important business meeting this morning which I can’t be late for.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb brought her fingers to the top of her panties and yanked them down, letting them fall to her ankles as well, exposing her cleanly shaven Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān crotch along with her bare vagina.
“Like what you see?” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked proudly.
“Like? Hell, Sāliħah Ayyūb. I love it,” I replied gushingly. “Your labia and clit look so…so…sexy. They look sexier than some of the College Musalmān Beauties even I’ve been fucking lately.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled,
“Thank you for the nice complement. Now let me start stroking. I’m a busy Business Woman and I haven’t got all day here.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb herself swiftly pulled my shorts down to free my raging Hindu hard-on.
Allah, how she loved to do it.
How the hell Sāliħah Ayyūb herself was dying to have an opportunity to play with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Now, it was the time.
I leaned back on my chair and Sāliħah Ayyūb started stroking me for both my own pleasure and Sāliħah Ayyūb’s too.
Sāliħah Ayyūb then pressed her rear-end against the table and spread her vaginal Musalmān lips slightly apart for me to get a better look.
She loved teasing me and having that power over me.
After all, I myself was teasing her too, fucking her young Musalmān daughter, instead of her.
Didn’t I?
And it worked.
My eyes were glued to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womanhood and wetness as Sāliħah Ayyūb stroked me even harder.
“That looks like fun” Sāliħah Ayyūb said, licking her lips at me.
“You bet it is,” I replied, staring at Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb’s open extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. “Do you want to try it? Ya know, stroke it for me while stroking me too simultaneously?”
“I couldn’t. That would be crossing the line a little too much. Watching is one thing, but actually touching…”
I stopped Sāliħah Ayyūb in her mid-sentence.
“No one has to know remember? Isn’t that what you said to me? It’ll be our secret, Sāliħah Ayyūb. Trust me.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb gave me a skeptical, yet excited look.
It was a look that said,
‘Why the heck not?’
“Okay,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied softly. “You only live once right?”
Sāliħah Ayyūb reached down and took my throbbing penis once again in her hand.
Her heart raced as Sāliħah Ayyūb crossed ‘that line’ once more.
My heart raced as well.
It was the first time in her life that she had ever given a Hindu a handjob, and it was with her very own ‘son in law’(?) at that.
It was an INCESTUOUS handjob.
“Thank you, Sāliħah Ayyūb. That feels so good,” I moaned. “Stroke it harder, Sāliħah Ayyūb, faster.”

Sāliħah Ayyūb heeded my words and gave me what I wanted, what I needed to feel in order to cum.
Sāliħah Ayyūb gripped me tighter and stroked me.
She loved how my eyes went from being glued to her open Musalmān vagina, to being closed shut because of the ashvinātam pleasure I was receiving from her.
And most of all, Sāliħah Ayyūb loved having complete and utter sexual control over me.
“Eīshān! God…I’m going to cum…Faster Sāliħah Ayyūb…harder…”
Sāliħah Ayyūb did the cruel thing now.
Instead of increasing, she slowed down.
“What are you doing Sāliħah Ayyūb?!” I panted angrily. “Sālī, I need to cum sooo bad.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled and stroked me slower. “I kind of like torturing you. It’s fun watching you suffer like this.”
“Please…” I demanded. “I’ll do you for a week! I’ll do you anywhere you would damn demand! Just let me cum, Sālī!”
“Hmmm…That’s not a bad deal. I accept.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb’s hand went in full motion and she furiously jerked me off.
She quickly found that I wasn’t joking when I said that I really needed to cum, and that I often produce large amounts of sperm, as my orgasm shot wildly in the air and onto her hand and on my clothes.
“Eīshān! Oh God!!!” I yelled.
Sāliħah Ayyūb didn’t stop stroking until every last drop of my 64 year old utmost experienced Hindu cum was drained from my body.
Sāliħah Ayyūb loved every second of it.
“Feel better now?” Sāliħah Ayyūb asked me rhetorically.
“Eīshān! God, I feel like a new man,” I panted. “I feel like I’m swimming in the ocean.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb laughed and pulled her pants up.
“Well, you’re certainly swimming in something right now, but it’s definitely not water.”
“Oh…right…” I replied, looking down at my own mess.
“Did you at least like doing it for me?”
“It’s not a bad way to start my morning. It’s a fantasy of mine too, remember?”*

Before Sāliħah Ayyūb left, Sāliħah Ayyūb looked me straight in the eyes and licked her fingers clean, tasting my Hindu cum.
Sāliħah Ayyūb savored it and rolled it around in her mouth while I watched in delight as my sophisticated extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law ate my legendary Hindu cum.
“Yum…You taste extremely good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to wash up and head to the office. Have a great day,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said as Sāliħah Ayyūb left the kitchen with a huge grin on her face.*

Her fantasy had finally come true.
Not only did Sāliħah Ayyūb get to watch a Hindu fuck twice while admiring her body, but Sāliħah Ayyūb got to fuck me with her own hand.
On top of that, the fact that it was I who Sāliħah Ayyūb did it to only made things that much more taboo, but in a good way.
It was all Sāliħah Ayyūb could think about while Sāliħah Ayyūb was at work.

After a busy day in the office, Sāliħah Ayyūb came home and immediately kicked off her shoes and breathed a sight of relief.
But just when Sāliħah Ayyūb thought she was ready for a break, I came to greet her at the door.
“Hey Sāliħah Ayyūb!” I smiled. “Have a good day at work?”
“Hmmm…Greeting me at the door and asking how my day went? I guess I should start giving you handjobs more often, maybe then you’ll start helping with the household problems regularly,” Sāliħah Ayyūb joked.
“I hope you’re being serious because I really like that arrangement,” I said, flashing another smile. “Maybe we can start now? I’m feeling a little pent up again.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb looked shocked.
“Again? After all you came last night and this morning?”
“As I said, that’s normal for me. And I could really use your hand for another round of relief.”
I didn’t wait for Sāliħah Ayyūb’s reply before pulling down my shorts and underwear to reveal my semi-erect Uncut Hindu Cock in the living room, while the late-afternoon sun was still shining through the windows.
“Jeez! Durgesh! Put that thing away before someone outside sees us.”
I shrugged off her worries.
“What’s the big deal? We could just close the curtains and no one would know.”
“What have I created?” Sāliħah Ayyūb jokingly asked. “I had no idea anyone could be so sexually active; your younger Musalmān Brother, Muħammad Zahīr, definitely wasn’t.”
“You haven’t created anything,” I playfully replied. “I’ve always been a horny little hyper sexual. Nevertheless, what you did yesterday was kind of like giving alcohol to someone genetically pre-dispositioned to be an alcoholic. It’s the same equivalence. You got me hooked. So this is technically your fault, Sāliħah Ayyūb.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb sighed,
“I guess I’m finding out the downside of paying for that expensive education of yours, isn’t it, Durgesh? You’re becoming too smart for your own good, everyoung Hindu old man.”
“The way I see it see, we both have the same mutual-masturbation fetish anyway. So what’s the harm?”
Sāliħah Ayyūb paused and gave me that stern extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in lawly look.
“Well, I guess there’s no point in arguing anymore. And I suppose it’s not a bad way to unwind after a stressful day at work either. Close the curtains and I’ll take care of that Hindu hard-on for you once again.”
Before those last words could escape her lips, I marched over to the windows with my Uncut Hindu Penis flopping around and quickly closed the curtains.
“Well, that was fast,” Sāliħah Ayyūb noted smiling cunningly.
I pulled off my t-shirt to get completely naked and I sat down on the couch.
“This is way better than getting presents on my birthday. So why wouldn’t I go fast?”
“Your still ever youthful Hindu enthusiasm never gets old,” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied with a loving smile. “You know, I didn’t expect things to happen the way that it has, or for this to happen as often as it is, but I suppose there’s no harm in enjoying it.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb then put one hand on her business jacket, pinching the button.
Her another hand was on top of the zipper to her pants.
“Breasts or vagina? It’s your choice, and you can only pick one,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said to me.
“Can’t I see both of them at the same time?”
“Nope, don’t forget that I’m still your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law, and not your girlfriend or your plaything. There’s got to be some boundaries even now, you know.”

“Your extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt then,” I replied. “And since you’re showing only one thing, do you think you could at least throw in a little bonus for me? You set a really high bar this morning.”
“Fine. I’ll use my hand.”
“I was thinking a little more than that. Maybe you could let me…go inside?”
“Excuse me?” Sāliħah Ayyūb replied in a stunned tone of voice. “I most certainly will not have sex with you ever young Hindu old man. In spite of everything we’ve done, I am still your…”
“I know, I know Sāliħah Ayyūb. It doesn’t exactly have to be sex. Just think of it as you giving me a handjob like earlier today, but instead of using your hand, it’ll be with your extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt instead. Think about it. A handjob with your extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb gave me a puzzled, yet playful look, as Sāliħah Ayyūb attempted to decode what I had just said.
“A handjob with my extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt huh? That’s new. And I thought I had heard it all…”
“Anything to have s─…uh…I mean…anything to make Sāliħah Ayyūb feel good. This is more for you than it is for me. I hope you know that,” I said with as much charm as I could muster.
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled and raised her eyebrow,
“Really? This is more for me, huh? If that’s the case, then I better have a mind-blowing orgasm when this is done. If I do, you might get a little reward after.”

Sāliħah Ayyūb undid the button and zipper of her expensive pants, and after Sāliħah Ayyūb took them off, Sāliħah Ayyūb neatly folded it and placed in on a nearby chair.
Sāliħah Ayyūb took a deep breath and did the same with her panties, leaving her completely bare from the waist down except for the pantyhose on her calves and feet.
Before Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, walked over to me, Sāliħah Ayyūb posed and modeled for me, teasing me, and making herself feel even more attractive and desired, thanks to the look in my eyes.
“Eīshān! God, you’re so fucking beautiful Sāliħah Ayyūb,” I stated emphatically.
“Thanks darling,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said as Sāliħah Ayyūb moved to hover over me. “And I didn’t want to tell you this earlier, but you’re a lot bigger than your younger Musalmān Brother, Muħammad Zahīr, is down there, and he’s the only man I had ever slept with. So please be gentle with me…My Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān lady friends say, you just all but kill them pounding into them nonstop constantly.”
With that, Sāliħah Ayyūb placed both feet on opposite ends of the cushions on the couch, and slowly lowered herself to my massive Hindu hard-on.
Her extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was spread wide open.
I used my hands to make sure that my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock was pointed straight towards Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb’s ardent Musalmān womanhood as it descended.
Once her labia and pink insides touched the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock, Sāliħah Ayyūb paused for a Moment, before continuing to lower herself, inch by inch, until the entire length of my Uncut Hindu Cock was inside her extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Allah Allah! Oh my…you’re so big, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! …It’s been so long…” Sāliħah Ayyūb moaned.
I reached around to grab her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass to pull her forward.
“I can tell. You’re so fucking tight and wet Sāliħah Ayyūb. I’m horny as hell right now.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb became even wetter as Sāliħah Ayyūb heard me string those words together;
‘tight, wet, and Sāliħah Ayyūb.’
No matter how either of us tried to rationalize this, it finally struck her that we were actually fucking.
I was inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body stretching her extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cuntl walls.
Nevertheless, Sāliħah Ayyūb didn’t care how bad it was, it felt good.
It felt amazing.
It felt right.
Sāliħah Ayyūb slowly started rocking her hips while we looked each other straight in the eyes.
With every gyration Sāliħah Ayyūb gave, she felt my raging Hindu hard-on go that much deeper inside her ravenous Musalmān body.
As her dripping wet extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt began to loosen and relax, Sāliħah Ayyūb began to thrust even harder.
Our arms were wrapped tightly around each other and we felt each other’s breath on one another’s lips.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, Sāliħah Ayyūb…this feels so fucking good…I love this Sāliħah Ayyūb…”
“Just relax,” Sāliħah Ayyūb moaned. “Enjoy the moment. I want you to remember this for the rest of your life.”
Our holy extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law/Hindu brother in law coupling became even hotter and more intense.
Sāliħah Ayyūb remembered how it all started when Sāliħah Ayyūb, watched me fuck her own young Musalmān daughter.
Now here Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, was, herself fucking me.
Seeing me under her sexual control made her feel aroused in a way that Sāliħah Ayyūb had never felt before, and it was taking its toll on both of us.
Soon, Sāliħah Ayyūb recognized the tell-tale signs she knew all to well from her ex-husband, as well as a burning sensation between her own legs.
“Sāliħah Ayyūb…I’m going to cum…”
“I know honey, my new Hindu Kħasam ….I know…Just let it out. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I want your Hindu cum inside me.”
Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, watched my eyes roll back and felt my Hindu body arch.
Soon, she felt a massive load of my Hindu cum fill deepest inside her extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Her own body gave a similar reaction to mine.
She felt her muscles spasm, and her extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt having a strong burning sensation.
It was the best orgasm she felt in years, if not the best orgasm Sāliħah Ayyūb ever had.
Fluids rushed down from deepest inside her.
Every inch of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body wanted her to scream out loud, but instead, Sāliħah Ayyūb planted a big sloppy wet kiss on my Hindu mouth for the very first time.
It was an ashvinātam kiss that made every extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in lawly kiss Sāliħah Ayyūb had ever given me on the cheek or forehead absolutely pale in comparison.
“That was so amazing,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said in between kisses as we both calmed down. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life.”
“Thank you, Sāliħah Ayyūb. I think I’ve already told you this before, but you’re the coolest, Sāliħah Ayyūb, ever.
Sāliħah Ayyūb gave me another kiss and got up, letting my surprisingly still erect Uncut Hindu Penis just plop out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body, leaving a trail of both of our orgasms dripping down.
“Thanks. You’re sweet. But I really need a hot shower right about now. Oh, and I almost forgot…”
Sāliħah Ayyūb bent down, took my wet erect Uncut Hindu Penis in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and quickly sucked the fluids off.
Her tongue quickly ran laps around the sensitive area of my head and around the length of the shaft.
“Oh fuck…” I panted as Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, finished using her mouth on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“There, méré Hindu Piyā, now you don’t have to go through the troubles of wiping anything off,” Sāliħah Ayyūb said with a naughty Musalmān wink.
“Sāliħah Ayyūb, Sālī, Next time we get to do something together, I want that! Your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth around my Uncut Hindu Lund feels as good as your extremely beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt does.”
Sāliħah Ayyūb smiled,
“Well, you’ll have your chance sooner rather than later. Let’s start packing your stuff and put them in my bedroom/our bedroom from now on, I mean. With an Uncut Hindu Cock like yours, you’ll be sleeping in my bed from now on.”
I watched as my classy extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sister in law turned away, still smiling, picked up her pants and left.
Amīnah Zahīr’s Ammī, Sāliħah Ayyūb, was still naked from the waist down.
My eyes were locked onto her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān rear-end, as her luscious ass checks swayed from side to side, as Sāliħah Ayyūb headed up the stairs.
She remembered how her Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān daughter, Amīnah Zahīr, had seduced me madly.*

Chapter 45
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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