Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh

Chapter 27

Durgesh Arundhatī Joshī

Why Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act

Arundhatī Joshī saw her husband, Vinod Sharmā, across the way, and she was disappointed.

He seemed to be sticking with just a couple of the other men.

Arundhatī Joshī didn’t understand why it was that he didn’t move about or use this party as the occasion to mingle.

These were people they’d mostly known a good while, and she thought it best he be friendly and more open.

This holiday party was one of the social events Arundhatī Joshī always looked forward to.

She had picked out her form-fitting black dress weeks before, and her black heels were her favorites.

She liked especially when her friends noticed her choices, and she in turn appreciated theirs.

A couple of her friends were even very complimentary to her this year.

One had been so flattering as to compare her to the actress Anne Archer, and the way the actress had looked in a popular movie from years ago.

Arundhatī Joshī was guardedly aware of the comparison but didn’t say much about. She did take good care of herself, and she thought her bright eyes and full lips did accentuate whatever appeal she carried.

At 5’5″ and 120 pounds, she worked out regularly and ate carefully.

Arundhatī Joshī was proud she had maintained herself as she had.

This was regardless of whatever popular comparison was made of her to an actress.

A few minutes after nine o’clock, Arundhatī Joshī was near the front entrance of the clubhouse when she heard a newcomer being welcomed inside.

Her attention was piqued when she heard that deep, distinctive voice.

She’d recognize that voice anywhere, she knew.

She stepped quickly around a hall to the front entrance and then she let out a shriek.

“Heeyyyyyy!” She exclaimed upon seeing me.

My face brightened into a beaming smile, and I instantly embraced her.

“Hey, Arundhatī Joshī!” I answered as excitedly back to her as she had done with me. We hugged each other tightly, and those around us all smiled at our joy in seeing each other.

Arundhatī Joshī pulled back to look at me, and she talked of how I had already seemed to change.

We continued to hold onto each other as we quickly talked and started catching up.

After a few minutes, she took me by the arm.

Arundhatī Joshī ushered me on into the party and started showing me around.

Her first stop was with my friend, and while we may not have shown quite the excitement that Arundhatī Joshī and I had, it was still clear to her that Vinod Sharmā was glad to see me, their only friend in need.

Arundhatī Joshī slowly drifted back.

Shhe let me see others and mingle on my own.

She kept a watchful eye, as I easily roamed around seeing others just as effortlessly as she always managed.

She of course attributed that to herself and not to my more socially stunted and reserved friend, Vinod Sharmā.

Arundhatī Joshī also, for probably the first time, took notice of just what a man I was.

I clearly seemed more mature and more grown than she could ever remember seeing before.

I stood up straight and tall, always an imposing figure to her.

I had kept lean and athletic, and I was certainly handsome, making Arundhatī Joshī reassured that I was popular with the girls back at everywhere.

A friend of Arundhatī Joshī‘s ambled beside her and also looked over to me.

“Wow, Arundhatī Joshī. He’s really utmost handsome still at his Sixty Six even, you know?”

Arundhatī Joshī couldn’t get out a spoken response, and the truth was that she was probably a little oft put by having a friend of hers make such an adult comment about her husband’s friend.

Arundhatī Joshī just shrugged, but the friend offered more.

“I mean, he’s really the stud they claim.”

Arundhatī Joshī paused as the friend added something Arundhatī Joshī would have never expected to hear. “Just look at the arms and hands on him.”

Arundhatī Joshī half-turned to her friend and playfully slapped at her.

“Ahh!”

Arundhatī Joshī gasped at the remark and they both snickered.

But as Arundhatī Joshī turned her attention back to me, she did exactly as the friend had suggested and she took in my arms and hands.

They appeared strong even at my Sixty Six and noticeably so.

Arundhatī Joshī mentally examined my hands and she felt a queasiness inside, as it registered with her that her friend had perceived correctly.

My hands did look more handsome than normal.

She turned back to her friend and she wondered if her friend had watched her eye me.

They just chuckled to one another, and they went for another drink.

Arundhatī Joshī didn’t know if the wandering observation meant she needed more to drink or whether it signaled she should stop.

It took but an instant for her to conclude that it meant for her to have another one.

As the evening wore on, she enjoyed her friends and neighbors, and she kept her glass refilled.

She felt such an excitement and happiness that she also replenished her husband’s glass as well.

She knew she was getting buzzed, but she also knew this was one of the few parties she really let herself relax at.

Besides, we were just a short walk from home.

During the party, she kept an eye on her husband, and she tried to see for herself just how much I actually did socialize.

She found herself regretting that he didn’t seem to try harder socially.

She believed that he would get more out of things like this party if he just put more effort into it.

Much to her tipsied surprise, she also found herself keeping an eye on me.

She liked how I did make the effort, and she was sure that I and she were so very alike at how we were both so social.

More than once, she found herself just watching me.

A couple of times, I caught her watching me, too.

I would just smile over at her and give some gesture.

Whether a small wave or a knowing nod, I never failed to acknowledge her.

Arundhatī Joshī felt an unusual mix of pride in me, together with a new-found appreciation for what an impressive ever young man I had become.

She wondered if I must have overnight reached this age where I was such a man.

She partially understood her take of me was influenced by the alcohol, and she warned herself to slow it down.

Arundhatī Joshī made her way carefully to the kitchen, and she poured the remaining drink she had into the sink.

She went to rest against the counter when she was pleasantly surprised by me moving right up next to her.

“Hey lady,” I smiled to her as if we shared a secret and she found herself feeling charmed by me. “Have you been a good girl this year?”

I openly laughed, and she did, too.

Arundhatī Joshī felt herself practically blushing and she let herself imagine I was almost flirting with her.

“Well, unfortunately, yes. I have.”

We laughed more at her playing along, and she shook her head at me.

She was definitely feeling the lightness from the wine when one of the guests in the kitchen chuckled and pointed towards her.

The few guests in the kitchen looked above Arundhatī Joshī‘s head and looked back down at her again, all of them smiling at what they’d seen.

Arundhatī Joshī was perplexed at first, and she looked overhead to see what they were looking at.

She found herself looking right up at a twig of mistletoe.

She looked back down and then over next to her.

She looked up at me, and when I grinned back at her, she just kept looking up to me.

Without really thinking why, she knew she was looking at me too long.

She was sure she was confounding me by putting me on the spot with herself under the mistletoe, but I surprised her right back.

It was like I didn’t miss a beat in answering her gesture of looking to me when I moved to her and took Arundhatī Joshī into my own arms.

To her shock, I brought my face to hers and I kissed Arundhatī Joshī directly on her beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ lips.

I let it linger briefly, and she heard a couple of people reacting with ‘ahhhs’.

As soon as I pulled back, Arundhatī Joshī decided she wouldn’t be outdone.

Arundhatī Joshī reached up herself now and brought my face down, and as she did, she planted a full Joshī Brāhmañ female kiss directly on my own Bachhalyā male lips.

This time Arundhatī Joshī lingered and she was surprised when I didn’t pull right away.

Was it romance?

Was Arundhatī Joshī in love with me, her husband’s friend?

When I did break our connection, Arundhatī Joshī felt an exuberant rush she didn’t expect.

She pulled my face back, and gave another quick kiss.

This seemed to challenge me, and amid some audible reactions from the guests who were watching, I kissed her right back and a bit more urgently.

This time Arundhatī Joshī thought of my Bachhalyā male lips on hers, she thought of my seemingly upping the ante, and Arundhatī Joshī decided to do the same.

Arundhatī Joshī slightly opened her beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ mouth and she let her tongue dart forward.

My tongue was there and urgent itself, and it was the sounds of louder reactions from the other guests that finally prompted Arundhatī Joshī to release me.

We both laughed.

She knew her face was flush with the craziness of what had happened.

The other guests were buzzing in the background, but all she could do was look at me and quietly shake her head in amazement.

I smiled broadly.

Arundhatī Joshī took a long, confident pull on her drink.

She could only stare at me openly and feel a giddiness.

Without saying anything more, Arundhatī Joshī headed over to the hallway.

She was still dazed as she made her way to the stairs and headed to a bathroom.

I had certainly surprised her.

She figured she had surprised me, too.

Arundhatī Joshī was still feeling a lightness from her kisses with me, as she freshened herself in the upstairs bathroom before coming out.

She checked her hair and make-up in the mirror, and she was pleasantly amused when she realized she had to re-apply her lipstick.

She was incredulous that she was using more lipstick because of kissing me.

She chuckled to herself as she carefully dabbed at her full lips with the red gloss.

When she was contented with her composed look once more, she opened the door and started back out to the party.

As she got into the hall she flinched as she came directly in front of me.

I was standing right in front of her and grinning down at her.

She started grinning right back, and she drew a sharp intake of breath when I took her by the arm and pulled her into an adjoining room.

I closed the door behind us where we were then alone.

She felt shock as I was once again bringing my face to hers, and she shocked herself when she decided to just go with what I did.

I was kissing her again, and this time it was I who was opening my mouth to hers.

My tongue entered her mouth and wrestled with hers, and she started pulling back from me, only to feel me stay on her mouth. She felt herself relent to my kiss.

She felt the same giddiness she had started to feel in the kitchen only this time it was intensified.

The feel of me and the complete surprise of it caused her to stand there and just receive my forceful, full kiss.

She brought a hand to my chest and she was about to press it to my chest when I took her hand.

She felt my mouth move fervently on her own, and she thought I was about to break the kiss since she’d brought her hand up. Instead, she felt me move her hand.

I brought it down, and in a one smooth motion it went right on top of my Bachhalyā crotch.

Arundhatī Joshī immediately tensed and she shrieked into my mouth.

She pulled at her hand to bring it away, but I kept it pressed to me.

My tongue worked about in her mouth, and she felt herself instinctively react.

Arundhatī Joshī had felt my Bachhalyā hardness in her Joshī Brāhmañ hand, and when she couldn’t remove her hand, she’d done something else instead.

Arundhatī Joshī squeezed at me there and held it, deliberately now, entirely unashamed of herself.

Hey Bhagvān! God, Arundhatī Joshī never knew she loved me as her man so much.

She never knew.

Yet the proof was there.

The realization of my Bachhalyā length and thickness overwhelmed her and Arundhatī Joshī let herself move her hand up and down me as if to be sure she was feeling what she was feeling.

She then felt my hand go quickly up under her dress and between her legs.

Complete shock hit her as she felt my Bachhalyā male palm cup her Joshī Brāhmañ mound.

She absolutely could not believe I had my hand on her panties and was feeling her there.

As if the reality came in a jolt, she knew to stop.

“No,” she snapped, “no.” She yanked my hand from between her legs.

She looked to me and my face looked intense where I was clearly aroused and focused on her.

She smiled and shook her head.

I managed a smirk back.

She pushed to my side and escaped out the door, looking back over her shoulder to me as she moved away.

She wished she hadn’t been grinning as she was, but she couldn’t help it.

I grinned back as I watched her drift off to other females at the party.*

It wasn’t much longer before the three of us left the clubhouse and walked the couple of blocks home.

We arrived home.

It was as if Vinod Sharmā couldn’t wait to make it upstairs and collapse onto the bed.

Arundhatī Joshī noticed me stealing glances her way repeatedly, no doubt emboldened by what had happened between us.

Arundhatī Joshī felt a strange fascination with the feelings between us and with my Bachhalyā male forwardness, but she made herself be the responsible one and not permit it to go further.

As Vinod Sharmā started climbing the stairs, I looked at her once again as she went to follow Vinod Sharmā to bed.

She looked back at me, and there was a conspiratorial smile between Arundhatī Joshī and me.

When she kept going up the stairs to follow Vinod Sharmā to bed, I fell along behind them to climb up the stairs.

The three of us marched up the stairs.

Arundhatī Joshī felt an uneasy vulnerability knowing I was behind her and no doubt looking up at her excellent exquisite young Joshī Brāhmañ rear as she stepped.

She looked over her shoulder down at me, and sure enough my eyes had been glued to her Joshī Brāhmañ bottom.

We got upstairs.

Vinod Sharmā and Arundhatī Joshī started in one direction with me going the other.

We said our good nights.

Arundhatī Joshī again looked to a grinning me and shook her head as if in disbelief.

I kept her look as she went into the bedroom with Vinod Sharmā.

Arundhatī Joshī hadn’t yet started to undress and she felt compelled to say something to me.

She wasn’t sure what exactly, but as she gave Vinod Sharmā time to undress and ready himself for bed, she decided to go and speak to me.

Vinod Sharmā was falling into bed and into a certain stupor when she told him she’d be right back.

She mentally gathered herself to comfort me and tried to compose her thoughts as she went down the hallway.

A mix of feelings swirled within her, as she knew she had to be the authoritative voice of reason, but yet she was also still enjoying the playful side of whatever was going on.

She got to my bedroom door and she took a deep breath.

Usually, she might knock first, but she decided just to let herself in.

She quietly pushed the door open and slipped just inside.

She closed it back, but she didn’t move further, staying where she was leaning back against the door.

When she entered, I turned to her from where I was across the room.

We both froze and stared at each other.

I was in a t-shirt and boxers, and she managed to stay focused on my face.

“Hey.” She said meekly, when she had intended to come across as authoritative.

“Hey,” I responded and my voice sounded deep and rich to her.

Her mouth parted to say something, but at first no words came.

She instantly knew she’d made a mistake.

She surprised even herself at feeling so disinclined to act firmly with me.

“Um, I’m not sure what happened back there,” she started but I interrupted her, sounding clearly more certain than her.

“You’re not?” I sounded disbelieving her.

I crossed my arms and leaned back Imyself this time, using a desk in my room to prop against.

“No, um,” she hated sounding so unsteady as she heard her words come slowly.

Then, against better judgment, she let her eyes look downward and we surveyed my barely clad body.

Her eyes noted the thin boxers I had on, and there was a large, considerable lump in the middle of them.

She looked quickly back up to my face, but I was grinning appreciatively at her apparent interest.

She shook her head and tried to change her tone.

“I was out of line tonight. …”

“It was both of us who felt what we did.”

“Well, we shouldn’t have done that.” She sounded a bit more firm and resolved, she figured.

I seemed to relax my stance just a bit, as my arms unfolded and I simply put them at my sides.

I softened the look on my face and spoke as if to reassure her.

“It’s okay. Really it is. We were both into it, you know?”

Arundhatī Joshī stood more forward and the concern now came through in her voice.

“Durgesh, no. No, it’s not okay. For goodness sake, I’m your friend’s wife. And… I’m married after all.”

She immediately regretted she’d added such an obvious fact, but she was feeling shaken by my attitude about this.

I leaned just forward, too.

I looked at her caringly and spoke softly as if trying to calm her. “Hey, we are both adults. And… .”

I paused and we both were aware she hung on my words for my thought.

I continued in a slightly more hushed tone.

“And we both liked it.” I grinned.

She closed her eyes at my saying that aloud, and then looked back at me and replied.

“Well, we got carried away with all the alcohol and all. But nothing like that can happen again.” She said it in a gentle way and with a slight smile, and she started opening the door to leave.

She had the door ajar, but had yet to leave, when my movement gave her pause.

She looked to me, and I was stripping my t-shirt away.

I let it slip to the floor and then I stood straight, facing directly at her.

Chapter 28

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 23

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Chapter 23

Durgesh Lubnā Al Ħamīd

I looked at her gravely,

“I think a woman offers herself to a man only when she needs him very much.”

“So?”

“It’s not a good manner if someone needs you very much and you refuse to help him even it isn’t injurious to you even the slightest.”

“Isn’t your wife also a partner to think of in this matter?” Lubnā Al Ħamīd looked at me.

“Sure. It’s a necessity if you believe in monogamy.”

“You don’t believe in monogamy?”

“Never.” I said, “I am not built that way actually.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ab initio I am abnormal in this matter. Most of the men are satisfied sexually in this matter after only around seven minutes of sex.”

“Sure,”

“Unfortunately, or fortunately, whatsoever you want to call it, I never.’

“Allah, I’ve heard about it from my friends but I never believed it. They say the more you have sex with them the more lust you find in yourself to have sex with them.”

“That’s the truth.” I said gravely.”*

Leaving the composing room of HVSI Times’ newsroom, Bābarah Åālamgīr gave Al Jihad Al Vaqār a long look.

“It’s almost six.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said, “I’m sorry I have to leave you. I’ve a business date — got to be at the Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue in fifteen minutes.”

“You drink?”

“Not very much now, no. Yet I am not as untouched of Alcohol as Durgesh is. My profession needs me to accompany the persons I visit if they have it.”

“Durgesh never opposed it?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār looked at me meaningfully.

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.

“He never exerts his morals on his friends and live in relationship partners. That’s why he has so many friends and live in relationship partners. He has a tremendous respect for other peoples’ absolute freedom. He is a great man.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr had actually lied to Al Jihad Al Vaqār.

Not about having a business date.

She had a business date really, but not at Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue.

She had a business date actually with Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī.

They were sitting in silence for fifteen minutes.

The only sound in the room was the uneasy rattling, speed, of the overworked AC unit.

At one point, Bābarah Åālamgīr had walked to the wall and waved her hand to the dusty vent, dusty outlet.

There was a trace of cool air.

Bābarah Åālamgīr was leaning and staring when the door opened and the head of Sergeant Ajay Natarajan appeared.

“Just checking to see if the things were okay.” Sergeant Ajay Natarajan said.

“It’s alright,” Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī smiled at him, “Nobody is watching, Sergeant.”

“How can you guarantee it, sir? Your enemies are too alert. If they can only find you are here under false disguise of a terrorist sentenced to death they can even arrange to kill you here.”

“Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī is dead for them.” Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī tried to make Sergeant Ajay Natarajan sure of his safety.

Yet he knew Sergeant Ajay Natarajan was right.

Allah, how Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī insisted that his flagship paper must be given to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

How could he manage to make it conditional!

Chapter 24

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 22

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Chapter 22

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Lubnā Al Ħamīd

I noticed that a shadow fell across my back.

Having turned 66 I was the man of the house now.

I turned towards the sun to see the bronzed legs of Ħamīdah, dressed in her skimpy tennis outfit.

The skirt of this particular outfit did not cover her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot when she was just standing normally.

When she reached up to serve, she was probably completely exposed.

As she towered over me, I blinked back the sweat that rolled down my brow, trying to get a better look at her beautiful body.

Her narrow ankles flared at her toned calves, from all that tennis at home and at the club.

Her thighs were on the large size, due undoubtedly again, to all that tennis.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot mound was quite prominent, since my nose was just inches from it.

Could I smell the rich aroma of a woman’s, leaking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?

The smell of earth and plant matter from my morning work masked that rich Musalmān aroma.

The small outward curve of her tummy accentuated her wasp thin waistline.

From down here, near her exciting smelling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her breasts hung over me like a veranda on a beautiful house.

From my crouching position it was easy to see why she was the main object of my many shower sessions.

Her husband, Al Ħamīd, the president of the largest bank in town got the other city father’s to give Lubnā and me this house after Al Ħamīd was killed thwarting an armed robbery at his bank.

They gave us this 3 bedroom house on the Al Ħamīd estate in gratitude for his selfless deed.

Personally, Lubnā would rather have Al Ħamīd than this house, but life does not always work that way.

Lubnā’s luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body shaded me from the meanest part of the noon day sun, as a heady aroma from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wafted across my nose.

Guess she worked up a sweat playing tennis on her court behind the trees, because there was a prominent wet spot in her crotch.

I reached up to wipe the sweat from my brow, when she said,

“No. Let me do that.”

Her left hand steadied my jaw turning my face towards her as she bent over, at the waist, and reached out with her right wrist and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the cotton wrist band she used when playing tennis.

Of course, this forced my face within inches of her melon sized breasts which had just been an exciting veranda.

There was a wonderful sprinkling of freckles on the upper slopes, and I could see a bit of the puckered flesh nipple before it disappeared into her lacy bra.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was hard as a rock and pushing the front of my shorts to the limit, when I heard her say in a very husky voice,

“See something you like?”

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was now running the show completely as I leaned towards her to capture one of those melons in my palm.

“Durgesh. Lunch is on! Get a quick shower and let’s eat!” Lubnā yelled from the kitchen breaking the spell that Lubnā had cast over me and my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

I ripped my eyes from Al Ħamīdah’s cleavage and looked into her eyes.

An expression of loss swept across her pretty Musalmān face.

She whispered,

“Another time. Durgesh.”*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār could never forget I myself showed her the tremendous newsroom of HVSI Times, when she visited.

It was a great honor for Al Jihad Al Vaqār that I was so much interested myself to show her how the utmost popular newspaper of HVSI functioned.

“I have never seen so many desks,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said with mounting excitement.

“One thousand eight of them,” I pulled her to me using my left hand around her slim waist already, “and the newsroom is over five acres.” I scanned the room and pointed, “Look down this row to the right. About the tenth one down. You can’t miss it – it’s the only clean desk on the floor. That’s the metropolitan section.”

“For Ved Nagar exclusively?”

“For Ved Nagar exclusively.” I smiled proudly, “You know Ved Nagar is actually an infinite City that has its own City Government with several special privileges.”

“I know.”**

I got up slowly brushing against Al Ħamīdah’s thigh, hip and breast as she was firmly within my personal space and did not budge as my sweaty body rubbed against her.

Actually, I could see, hear, and feel her gasp as my shoulder and chest met her lovely, round melon Musalmān breast.

“Durgesh” from the house set Lubnā in motion as she sashayed towards the opening in the fence between her mansion and our house.

My eyes locked on those firm Musalmān globes of her, obviously toned, ass cheeks.

At the opening in the fence, she glanced over her shoulder to see me ogling her beautiful Musalmān ass.

A smirk of a smile swept across her face before she swished her ponytail and was gone.

I stacked the cinder blocks that I had knelt on beside the back step as I entered the house.

Lubnā said,

“Who were you talking to?”

I told her that Ħamīdah was shagging some tennis balls and we spoke just before she called me.

A shadow swept across Lubnā’s face before she said,

“Hurry with your shower. Don’t want lunch to get cold.”

Did she glance at my shorts and see my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund standing at attention?

I went up the stairs two at a time and hit the shower.

I wanted to take my time and relieve my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, but that would have to wait till I had the proper amount of time I needed to re-live this last encounter with Ħamīdah.

After drying, I slipped on a tee shirt and nylon running shorts.

Didn’t immediately see my flip-flops, so I went back down stairs bare foot.

When I came into the kitchen, Lubnā was standing at the kitchen sink with her hands on spread on each side of her and her head canted slightly to the right.

Lubnā was at least 6 inches shorter than Ħamīdah, who was probably about 5 foot 2 inches tall.

I slipped up behind her, quietly, placed my lips near her neck, and said, “Hi! Gorgeous. What are you thinking about?”

She shuddered and leaned back against me wiggling her tight Musalmān ass against the front of my shorts.

She always tried to seduce me either this way or that.

My lips came in contact with her neck, and I could feel the goose flesh pop up, so I kissed her and slid my lips to her ear.

She took my hands, which I had placed on each side of her, and brought them up to her breasts.

I started to pull away, but she held them firmly in place and forced me to squeeze them gently with her hands.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was back at attention and pressing between Lubnā’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks as she ground her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass against me in a circular motion.

Soon my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was sawing up and down her gorgeous Musalmān ass crack and my hands were squeezing her large, firm breasts with abandon.

She reached down, pulled her skirt above my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, and then tugged my shorts down enough so his head would rub against her panties.

In a low, guttural voice, she said,

“Yes! Fuck me Durgesh. Fuck me hard.”

On one of my pullbacks, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund slid between Lubnā’s legs and she spread them to welcome him.

It did take either of us more than countless strokes before we both came like crazy.

I squirted inside her as I felt her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān cum wash over my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund .

Lubnā sagged against me and meowed a very contented purr as I kissed her neck with my open mouth.

Like a flash of lightning, Lubnā stood up straight and pushed me back with her butt before pulling her skirt down.

She turned in my arms, and said,

“Get over there and eat your lunch, ever young Hindu man!”

A look was on her face that I had not seen since before her husband was killed.

She reserved a stern, flint hard expression for me when I committed the most grievous crime around the house.

I looked deep into her flinty eyes and she said,

“Pull up your shorts and get over there and eat! NOW!”

I walked, on wooden legs, to the breakfast nook, slid in, and looked down at my plate.

What the hell just happened?

What did we just do?

Why did it happen?

I only did what she wanted, why was she yelling at me?

I could have been eating barbed wire for all I knew.

My mind was replaying every step of the last.

How long?

She is my Lubnā. I love her without condition.

I know she loves me, but Lubnās and Durgeshs don’t do that.

No!

They do!

Every Lubnā and Durgesh do it now everywhere.

Even if some Lubnā’s husband, some Al Ħamīd comes in the way, he is removed by the System now, this way or that way.

It’s Infinite BrāhmKalp now.

No Musalmān could have sex now even with a Musalmān woman.

No Brāhmañ could have sex with a Brahmāñī or Brahmkanyā.

A Musalmān Choot could have only an Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.

A Brāhmañ Choot could enjoy only a Bachhalyā Lund into her.

Or, so they claimed.

Lubnā was only twenty-eight years old now, yet she was a widow and I had to fuck her now.

What triggered it?

I know I was horny from my encounter with Ħamīdah, but Lubnā?

She had not been out of the house since Lubnā gave her that red evening dress the year after her husband died, and they all went to the club.

Next morning, she made me take the dress back to Lubnā.

I guess Lubnā was horny too.

Too much pent up desires.

After all, she had devoted her life to me after her husband was killed. Scouts, PTA, Soccer, Football, Debate class.*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār began to read this morning’s edition of HVSI Times.

She had taken it from a pile at the foyer entrance to the newsroom.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār wondered appreciating it immensely how I manage to serve mostly only positive news to my readers, viewers and audiences and could still manage to be number One.

Most of the news channels and newspapers never believed they could even survive if they didn’t serve negative news tremendously.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār skipped the SARC news and other foreign dispatches, skimmed, scanned the national news from New Delhi and concerned on the metropolitan news.

The attraction playing in Ved Nagar, it appeared, was development everywhere, mainly smart cities, seaplanes and Bullet trains.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār had become engrossed in this seemingly endless parade of the pleasure.

She felt a hand on her shoulder.

She heard her before she saw her.

“Ms. Nellie Bly, I presume?” Her voice carried a lilt of immense appreciation.*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s head came back.

She looked up as Bābarah Åālamgīr added.

“I’m Bābarah Åālamgīr, at your service, ma’am.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār scrambled to her feet.

She was somewhat surprised and disconcerted, unsettled, by Bābarah Åālamgīr’s immensely good looks.

She had expected HVSI Times’ best investigative reporter to resemble an aggressive ferret or a mole.

Instead, Bābarah Åālamgīr resembled an aging collegian that could easily win any damn beauty contest with excellence.

Bābarah Åālamgīr had gray eyes, absolutely marvelous gray eyes meant to take any woman immensely jealous of her and any worthy young man crazy to get her.

Moreover, as so many investigative reporters did, Bābarah Åālamgīr didn’t smell any breath spray.

“I’m Al Jihad Al Vaqār – an intimate friend of your employer, Durgesh.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār introduced herself.

“I work for HVSI Times,” Bābarah Åālamgīr corrected Al Jihad Al Vaqār, “Durgesh doesn’t own HVSI. He is its lifelong Chairman only.”

“Yeah. HVSI is a democratic organization spread almost everywhere.”

“That’s right.”

We walked Al Jihad Al Vaqār about the endless newsroom, introducing her to a blur of receptive editors and reporters, mostly young Musalmān ladies, as Bābarah Åālamgīr tried to explain the organization of the newsroom.

Very little of what Bābarah Åālamgīr said was new to Al Jihad Al Vaqār.

It was similar to the organization of her own newspaper, only there was more of it, very very much more.

I pointed out the location of the desks of the metropolitan editors, national editors, foreign editors, and the partitioned offices holding the sports desks, financial desks, culture desks.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār lingered with Bābarah Åālamgīr and me beside the copydesks, formed in the shape of a horseshoe.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched editors, most of them being extraordinarily beautiful Musalmān young ladies, sorting publicity releases and going through folders containing leads to future news events.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār followed Bābarah Åālamgīr and me into the wire room where several teleprinters pounded out news from around the Multiverse.

Most of this was from the HVSI Times’ own special correspondents, the rest of them were HVSI Press, news agency, PTI and other similar news agencies’ sources.

The flood of words pouring in dazed Al Jihad Al Vaqār.

“How many words come in here every day?” she wondered.

I looked at her,

“You mean just on the wires? Or from our local reporters, police headquarters, City hall, and in general?”

“From everywhere.”

“About a million and three quarters words every twenty four hours. We print about 150, 000 of those words.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār groaned.

“How’ll a reporter ever get a word in edgewise?”

“It’s not how much a reporter gets in,” I told Al Jihad Al Vaqār, “If s/he makes it as an investigative reporter, her/his words will get in, plenty of them.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār trailed us through one department and office after another – advertising with its staff of 500, the morgue with its rows of clipping files, the reference library with its thousands of books, the picture editor’s offices and finally the composing room.

Each story came out there in computerized strips that were cut up, pasted onto boards, converted into plates that were photographed electronically.*

Lubnā came back from upstairs dressed in a cotton, print house dress that clung to her every curve without meaning to do that.

She did not speak or look at me, just slid into her place and began eating.

My mind spun like a wooden top.

When the last scrap on my plate was gone, I could not remember what I had just eaten.

I turned to Lubnā, whose face was down and said,

“When you are finished cleaning up, I want to talk to you in the living room.”

She did not look up or acknowledge that I had spoken.

I went to the living room and sat on the couch thinking about what I would say to Lubnā.

I went round and round and most everything sounded more like my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund talking than me.

I was going over everything for the 20th time when Lubnā came in.

She started to sit in the chair across the room, when I got up and guided her to the couch.

I sat her next to me and she burst into tears.

I pulled her to me, and could feel her sobbing and my tee shirt got wet from her tears.

I stroked her back in the best soothing motions I could manage while my mind boiled over with all the thoughts and emotions that I could manage. As her sobs subsided, I whispered into her hair,

“I love you with all my heart, Lubnā.”

This brought on another avalanche of sobs.

I patted her for a few minutes and then pulled her chin up and kissed her firmly on the lips.

Her eyes popped wide open, she pushed me back and said,

“Durgesh! This is wrong. I am your Bahū Bégum.”

I held her gaze steadily and said,

“No Lubnā. What is wrong is that both of us are living under this roof and we are both completely in need of sex. You need it even more than me. That’s why you never listened to me when I opposed it myself.”

“I’m sorry to suck you when you were asleep.”

“You didn’t only suck me you fucked me too wildly after sucking me.”

“You could have stopped me. You were never asleep. You were only pretending to be.”

“I didn’t want to insult you. I never insult a woman if she offers herself to me.”

“Why not?”

Chapter 23

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Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’

1/18: Ādi Parv

Chapter 25

Durgesh Urmi Upādhyāý

Durgesh Supriyā Bhārgav

Coasting to a stop in front of the house, Nishikānt Joshī was surprised to see his wife’s Green Mercedes parked in the driveway.

Urmi Upādhyāý had found work as a teller in a branch office of a big downtown bank a couple of years ago.

She was a hard worker and had already received a number of pay raises.

The hours were okay. Urmi Upādhyāý only had to work half-days on Saturday, and even that only one in four weekends.

This Saturday wasn’t on her schedule, though, and today wasn’t her day off even if it had been.

Nishikānt Joshī didn’t know why Urmi Upādhyāý was home.

It concerned him because it was so out of character for her.

He walked quickly around the side of the house and in through the kitchen door.

The door hinges were well lubricated.

After all, Nishikānt Joshī was a building contractor.

It was a matter of professional pride to make sure small repairs around the house were taken care of immediately.

Everything was well maintained.

He liked things that way.

He hated squeaks, drawers that didn’t open, windows that didn’t close right…things like that drove Nishikānt Joshī crazy.

Neither the screen door nor the kitchen door itself made any perceptible noise when Nishikānt Joshī opened them.

The couple he could see through the doorway into the living room ostensibly wouldn’t have heard Nishikānt Joshī anyway.

Urmi Upādhyāý and I were too involved with each other.

Nishikānt Joshī froze in his tracks when he saw Urmi Upādhyāý and me.

He’d never contemplated seeing his wife in my arms, even kissing me.

And he’d surely never thought to see me cupping Urmi Upādhyāý’s bare right breast and working the nipple to a dark red erection with a rapidly moving thumb.

Urmi Upādhyāý was naked to the waist.

Nishikānt Joshī saw her blouse and bra draped across the couch just beyond her.

Her skirt was hiked up past the crotch of her pantyhose and Nishikānt Joshī could see my other hand on her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ sex.

My body hid Urmi Upādhyāý‘s hands, but her upper right arm and elbow were quite visible.

Urmi Upādhyāý and I were moving rhythmically back and forth.

There was no doubt her hand was on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and giving me a slow hand job.

Her partial nakedness said the hand job was only a preliminary.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! God, Urmi Upādhyāý,” I said hoarsely, “I’ve waited so long for today. Don’t tease me, okay?” My voice turned more than a little plaintive right at the last.

Urmi Upādhyāý giggled delightedly.

“Have you, Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā?” she replied in a light, coquettish tone.

She was playing with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

She brought her hand up to my chest and ground her lower body against mine.

“Was it worth the wait?” she asked seductively.

A red-hot fury engulfed Nishikānt Joshī.

He didn’t think; he couldn’t.

He could only react.

One moment he was frozen in shock.

With his next heartbeat, he was moving swiftly forward, striding purposefully through the kitchen and partway into the living room.

Planting his left foot solidly on the carpet, he brought his right one up in a tight arc that ended in my crotch.

At the last moment, I sensed something behind me…a whisper of Nishikānt Joshī’s shoes on the carpet perhaps, or his looming presence.

Without thinking, I moved away from a threat I had not yet properly identified and into closer contact with Urmi Upādhyāý. That was unfortunate for the woman.

She probably wouldn’t have been hurt if I’d kept still.

The instep of Urmi Upādhyāý’s heavy ladies shoe smashed into the Nishikānt Joshī’s testicles and drove his whole body forward and up.

Urmi Upādhyāý was a strong woman and she’d had a few steps to build up momentum.

It was only the steel-reinforced tip of the boot that slammed into Nishikānt Joshī’s butt but it was more than enough.

Sensitive nerve endings fired instantly, sending simultaneous pain signals to Nishikānt Joshī’s badly confused brain.

For a long moment Nishikānt Joshī didn’t have any breath to scream.

It had been driven from his body by the sudden intense pain in Nishikānt Joshī’s abdomen.

Nishikānt Joshī stumbled against the sofa and clung to it for an instant.

Urmi Upādhyāý had time to set her right foot back down on the floor and ready herself to deliver more punishment.

Her normally pleasant features were twisted into a rictus of tormented rage.

Urmi Upādhyāý took a step deeper into the living room and closer to the shocked husband.

She’d been planning to do further damage to Nishikānt Joshī in front of me but it was abruptly clear nothing more was required.

Nishikānt Joshī began to scream in a high-pitched voice that filled the room.

He collapsed to the floor and began to writhe in agony.

The excruciating pain was overwhelming, worthy of the Marquis de Sade’s most inventive tortures.

Nishikānt Joshī was unable to do anything but scream so piercingly he was close to rupturing his vocal cord.

Urmi Upādhyāý and I stood back, watching Nishikānt Joshī thrash around on the floor while the screams assaulted our ears.

Nevertheless, Nishikānt Joshī saw his wife’s breasts bounce wildly on her chest as her body jerked uncontrollably.

Her lower body was exposed, though covered by her pantyhose. He could see her palms pressed tightly against her vulva.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund was still jutting obscenely, yet still immensely attractive from my zipper.

There hadn’t been enough time for the blood to leave it.

It was still hard…still ready to be driven into Nishikānt Joshī’s extremely beautiful twenty eight years old wife, Urmi Upādhyāý’s willing Upādhyāý Brāhmañ Choot.

The vulgar display sickened Nishikānt Joshī but something else was wrong too.

He looked down.

To his horror, he saw the bulge in his work pants.

He realized his cock was hard, perhaps harder, longer, and thicker than it had ever been before.

A deep shame overcame the anger in his mind, blanking the fury in the space between two heartbeats.

He was mortified.

His own body was betraying him.

He could not be aroused by the sight of his wife about to have sex with Durgesh, his ever successful Bachhalyā Jījū.

It wasn’t possible; he was not that kind of man.

His roars, born of renewed fury and deep humiliation, blended with the agonized shrieks of himself.

It was one thing that Urmi Upādhyāý, Nishikānt Joshī’s twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Upādhyāý Brāhmañ wife and I were prepared for Nishikānt Joshī’s every potential attack already, yet it was quite another thing that his Joshī Brāhmañ penis was appreciating what Urmi Upādhyāý was doing with me.

How the hell it happened?

Does it mean in this Infinite BrāhmKalp Nishikānt Joshī’s such intense humiliation was absolutely a normal event?

Only because Nishikānt Joshī and Urmi Upādhyāý were traditional Brāhmañs and Durgesh was a Bachhalyā?
Durgesh was already fucking now the entire beautiful Brāhmañ houseladies of Nishikānt Joshī’s household.

Even his otherwise immensely sophisticated Bhābhī, Supriyā Bhārgav, argued that the Musalmīn allowed their entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies to fuck Durgesh everywhere.

If the Brāhmañs wouldn’t do the same thing, the Brāhmañs would again lose to the Musalmīn once more.

“The stupid Brāhmañs as you are, Nishikānt Joshī, would again ruin what Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu has recovered and Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī had fought fiercely to retain.”

Nishikānt Joshī had as if fallen from sky.

“Supriyā Bhābhī, you mean… you mean…”

“Yes!” Instead of Supriyā Bhārgav, Nishikānt Joshī’s elder brother, Karuñākānt Joshī, said, “Your Supriyā Bhābhī is correct, Nishikānt. You keep forgetting, it’s Infinite BrāhmKalp now. We Brāhmañs are entrusted now to greater duties.”

“Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat?” Nishikānt Joshī asked sarcastically.

“Of course!”

“Bhaiyā,” Nishikānt Joshī said bitterly, “I can understand now why Brāhmañs are so devoted to advertise that it’s Infinite BrāhmKalp now.”

“Oh,” Karuñākānt Joshī said looking at his younger brother sympathetically, “Why?”

“You Brāhmañs are not interested in your so called Infinite BrāhmKalp now. You are interested actually in beautiful Musalmān houseladies who can’t get Durgesh himself for them.”

“Anything wrong in it?” Karuñākānt Joshī asked curtly.

“You were never satisfied with Supriyā Bhābhī.” Nishikānt Joshī said bitterly, “Her sophisticated behavior was never suitable to you. You were always interested, instead, in her ultramodern beautiful Musalmān lady friends.”*

Karuñākānt Joshī watched his younger brother, Nishikānt Joshī, scornfully.

“Who are you to discuss my married life activities and my sex activities? You are my younger brother, not my wife. Hinduism/Ved never allow any houseperson to interfere in the married life of another houseperson. It’s the only practical way to keep a joint family survive with ‘Modmānau Svastakau’, ‘Modmānau Své gr’hé’.”

Nishikānt Joshī gritted through his teeth.

“Bhaiyā, never accept every argument Durgesh offers, without thinking its consequences. Imām Muħammad Ħasan blundered in this way. Now he is a cuckold.”

“I don’t think so, Nishikānt.” Karuñākānt Joshī said gravely.

“What?” Nishikānt Joshī was stunned.

“I think Imām Muħammad Ħasan is one of the greatest persons of nowadays.”

“Because he has surrendered the entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies of his household to Durgesh?” Nishikānt Joshī laughed ironically, “I never thought you have fallen to this level. I’m sorry to find you too salute the rising sun to this extent.”

“Chief Justice Vishwambhar Sharmā Supreme Court Multiverse is perhaps too a cuckold in your bright opinion, Mr. Nishikānt Joshī.” Karuñākānt Joshī also laughed equally ironically, rather more ironically.*

Nishikānt Joshī looked at his older brother scornfully.

“You deliberately compelled Supriyā Bhārgav Bhābhī to have no option except to join Durgesh’s bed.”

“Supriyā Bhārgav is my wife. You don’t have any moral or legal right to comment how we should behave in our married life.”

“You wanted more sex than Supriyā Bhārgav Bhābhī could offer you, being a Brahm Padminī.”

“And it’s a sin to need more sex than one’s wife can offer him?” Karuñākānt Joshī himself was scornful at Nishikānt Joshī now.

Nishikānt Joshī was stunned momentarily.

He could not disagree with his elder brother, Karuñākānt Joshī, now.

Nishikānt Joshī himself was educated enough to understand that the sexual need of a male or a female was actually the need of the environment surrounding them, not that of their own bodies actually.

The environment surrounding a life form whether the life form is a male or a female always needs fresh base pairs for the survival of that life form.

To fulfill this need of the environment the life form starts to have sexual need.

The more intense the need of fresh base pairs of the environment the more intense the sexual need of the life form.

Nishikānt Joshī was a Post Graduate from HVSI Multiversity.

He had seen his Supriyā Bhārgav Bhābhī teasing me every now and then.

He never liked it.

However Nishikānt Joshī couldn’t even stop his Bhābhī from teasing me.

They were traditional Brāhmañs.

Every traditional society has some traditions out of date it’s careless to change and update itself.

The Pseudo Musalmīn were the worst example of it.

They were too adamant to keep their outdated traditions that they refused to use their common sense even if it were against their enormously outdated traditions.

To kill the other societies for one’s own survival was a tradition among then uncivilized societies once.

The Pseudo Musalmīn were foolishly still adamant to practice it, because they never tried to understand it isn’t needed anymore.

The Democracy has not only its solution but the fair competition too to the survival of the fittest system of life.*

I had noticed Supriyā Bhārgav was always ahead of my other Brāhmañ Salhajs, the other beautiful Brāhmañ wives of my Brāhmañ Sālās, here.

The Infinite BrāhmKalp had started to project its time cycle.

Despite the fact that the ever last Kaliyug itself had its time cycle unfinished for as long as 4, 27, 000 years.

Supriyā Bhārgav always smiled at me more seductively whenever she was around me anywhere.

I understood very well it was only a generous courtesy, not any invitation, or seduction, at all.

I was the son in law of the house.

The youngest daughter of the Pragyākānt Joshī family, Shuchi Joshī, had announced,

“I’ve decided to live in relationship with Durgesh.

Everyone was stunned.

Supriyā Bhārgav tried to break the hostile silence.

“Well, I think we should talk first, Shuchi.”

“That’s a very good idea, Bahūrānī.” Pragyākānt Joshī greeted the suggestion very warm heartedly.

“Well,” Sheikħzādī Ůzrah Sheikħ smiled gravely, “Pragyākānt Joshī, Durgesh was my own boyfriend before we married. I hope you still remember it.”

“I can’t help, Ammī,” Shuchi Joshī smiled naughtily, “if you were a cougar once.”

“Shuchi,” Pragyākānt Joshī said curtly, “you must be ashamed of yourself for the comment on your own Ammī.”

“It’s all right, PK.” Sheikħzādī Ůzrah Sheikħ smiled bravely, “Our children have different morals from me. You knew about my ultramodern morals and you married me with them. They didn’t.”

“Nevertheless, Ůzrah,” Pragyākānt Joshī said curtly, “Even if she doesn’t appreciate your morals, being a Brahmkanyā she must respect at least Imām Nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt and Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat. She isn’t a child anymore. She is twenty eight years old and a PhD now.”

“Sure,” Shuchi Joshī said, “I never criticized Ammī for her past. Nevertheless, I would never allow her past to affect my own life adversely.”*

Supriyā Bhārgav regretted her decision to marry a traditional Brāhmañ almost as soon as she married Karuñākānt Joshī.

No, he wasn’t a bad man.

Instead, Karuñākānt Joshī was a very good man.

The entire Pragyākānt Joshī family was actually too good to be beneficial to themselves.

That was the problem.

Being a traditional Brāhmañ herself, Supriyā Bhārgav knew very well traditional Brāhmañs didn’t need their enemies outside.

Their overhumanity itself was a greatest enemy of all of them.

They were good to the extent to be harmful to themselves.

“We must be practical, KK.” Supriyā Bhārgav had suggested.

“You never told me you were a Brahm Padminī,” Karuñākānt Joshī looked at her incredibly beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife gravely.

Supriyā Bhārgav watched him gravely herself.

“Nowadays it isn’t any asset to us Brahmkanyās, Karuñākānt.”

“Supriyā,” Karuñākānt Joshī looked at her.

He never anticipated such a depression in his so well educated PhD Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife.

“No traditional Brāhmañ now really wants to marry us Brahm Padminīs, KK, despite our incredible Brahm Padminī beauty.”

“I know, Supriyā,”

“It was our greatest asset when we first came into existence. The entire ever first Brahm Jagdambās were Brahm Padminīs.”

Karuñākānt Joshī couldn’t say anything.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t blame the traditional Brāhmañs even.

They were also normal men.

They too wanted to enjoy their married life.

He tried to blame the Western Culture.
Chapter 26

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GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 24

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Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’

1/18: Ādi Parv

Chapter 24

Durgesh Dr. Ramā Bhārgav

Durgesh Nanditā Joshī

Looking down and seeing Ramā Bhārgav’s musky Bhārgav Brāhmañ hole stuffed with my veined Bachhalyā rod sliding in and out was a wonderful vision.
“Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā! Now I want you to fuck me harder and slower,” She instructed, “and when you’re all the way up in there, keep it in for a while.”

I fucked as I was requested.

Who was I to question?

Every slow, hard stroke was complete joy.

I knew that the rectum is full of nerve endings and several muscles and a major artery.

Done right, even the ass fucking can be great for all involved.

The muscles would account for the heavenly tightness, and I could also feel the artery pulsating.

Ramā Bhārgav was starting to talk sexy and moan.

“Fuck me harder! Ahhhhhh, yeah, ohhhhh! OOOOOOooh, fuck my Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass harder, Durgesh, please !”

“Like this?” I asked, as I impaled her elastic Bhārgav Brāhmañ sphincter with more fervor!

“Your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund feels so good in my Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass! Ahhhhh it’s soooooo big! It’s sooooo deep!”

I kept fucking Ramā Bhārgav nonstop.

She was deliberately imitating her Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl.

But there was a difference too.

Ramā Bhārgav’s equally beautiful Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, loved anal sex herself.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl loved my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund more in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass than she loved it in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot even.

She asked me usually to grab her ever erect Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān boobs strongly and penetrate her from her ever glorious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān behind into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and into her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass both alternatively.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl enjoyed me in both her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān holes mounting her as if she was my burrāq herself.

She enjoyed to visit her garden in this way, on her knees, I mounting Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl from her behind fucking her nonstop.

I fucked Ramā Bhārgav similarly.

None of us both was aware how much.

Time was immaterial.

It seemed to be infinity.

Then I heard the sounds.

These were the sounds of a woman near orgasm.

By this time, I was taxing her Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole as hard as I was her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot before.
“AHHHHHH, I’m cumming!” Ramā Bhārgav whispered.

Her tight Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole was gripping my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund even tighter pulsating and spasming with her orgasm.

This was what pushed me over:

The thought that Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, would have anal sex, coupled with the thought that she enjoyed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund in her twenty nine years old young Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass so much that she could cum as a result.

My own toes started to curl and my feet and calves seized up.

My heart felt like it was going to explode.

The wonderful electricity ran from my heart down my body to my hips simultaneously with the same electricity running from the balls of my feet, up my calves through my thighs to my hips where it exploded through my own rectum, which seemed to clench up, through my testicles then finally out of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

My hips began to buck and hump involuntarily as if I was some sexual marionette controlled by an unseen puppet master pulling my strings.

I filled her Bhārgav Brāhmañ young rectal cavity with my hot Bachhalyā semen.

Ramā Bhārgav must have felt this happening.

“Yea! Yes! That’s it! Fill my Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass with your hot Bachhalyā cum!” she demanded.

I obliged Ramā Bhārgav, squirting load after hot creamy load and empting the entire contents of my Bachhalyā balls in to her naughty place and then collapsed on her back.

Still trying to catch my breath, I looked over at Ramā Bhārgav.

She was still face down, ass up, her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass covered in sweat.

Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole was agape like a glazed doughnut frosted with my milky white Bachhalyā cum.

I lay on Ramā Bhārgav, my entire body tingling with sensation, still recovering from the most explosive orgasm I had.

Ramā Bhārgav, too, was frozen in her position as well.

She had stopped touching her clit and now the only movements were the deep breaths she was taking.

With her Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass cheeks still aimed skyward I watched her asshole’s aperture slowly shrink, like a closing magical portal to the dimension of ecstasy, as my creamy Bachhalyā jizz dripped and bubbled out of it.

I was fighting off a wave of post-orgasmic sleepiness, slowly regaining my breath.

Ramā Bhārgav smiled.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, as if boasting about her vaginal and anal acumen.

“Oh, wow, still tingling.”

“You’re super stimulated.”

“Yeah… I guess… Whatever it is, it’s awesome.”

Ramā Bhārgav emitted a sly, sexy giggle.

“And you?” I inquired, feeling the pressure of satisfying her.

“Like I said, I haven’t been fucked that hard in years, you know yourself.” Ramā Bhārgav replied, adding. “I came… Could you tell?”

“Uh, yeah sure, “I responded proudly, triumphantly.

“But fucking as hard as you can, as fast as you can isn’t always the goal, either.” Ramā Bhārgav said, and then returned to her almost professional persona. “Now, if you will excuse me,”

and she slowly and carefully retreated from the bed and me, always keeping her hind end pointed at me.

I must have had a look of some question on my face, because she answered without being questioned:

“I feel like I have a gallon of your Bachhalyā cum up my Bhārgav Brāhmañ rectum! I’d like to rid myself of it. I’m just going to wash up a bit and then I’ll be right back,” gesturing with those sexy eyes and a head motion towards a door to the bath that was off of the master bedroom.

I watched her lovely form walk to the door and then disappear behind it.

Still in shock and awe over realizing Ramā Bhārgav’s fantasy come true, I lay there feeling like a conquering hero.

Ramā Bhārgav returned after a few moments, pulled a chair up next to the bed beside me and then turned abruptly back towards the bathroom.

I snatched her hand in mine before she could get far. Somewhat surprised, she turned halfway to face me I was still looking for some kind of connection or acceptance from this woman who’d stepped out of my dreams, and I was worried about what I took as a mixed review of my sexual prowess.

“If you just give me two minutes, I can fuck you again,” I offered. “Slower, if that’s how you want it.”

She moved my hand to her mouth and kissed it.

She looked at me with kind eyes and replied,

“‘Two?’ I’ll give you twenty!”

The way she did this made me see that she understood my ever youth and my sexual experience.

She saw my need for her approval, my desire to please her.

She knew that what she’d said would make me feel like I had satisfied her and that I was off the hook.

So, I’m good enough to earn twenty more minutes of her time, I thought to myself.

I’m good enough to wait twenty minutes to get fucked again.

Only later did I comprehend this subtle little gift Ramā Bhārgav gave me.

When Ramā Bhārgav returned, she placed a wash basin filled with warm, soapy water on to the chair that she had pulled up earlier.

She had two small wash cloths folded over her arm.

She knelt on the floor beside the bed and dipped one of them in the basin.

Ramā Bhārgav slowly and ritualistically wrung out the cloth.

She began to gently clean my cock with soft, gentle swabs of the cloth.

Her movements were slow and methodical, and she used her other hand to lift my Bachhalyā Lund and reposition it so she could properly clean it.

The slow, sensual way she cleaned my dick and balls didn’t keep me from asking naughtily.

“What are you doing?”

Patently she answered in a soft sexy voice without ever taking her hands or eyes off my genitals:

“Well, you had it up my ass, and if you were to put it back in to my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot it wouldn’t be sanitary or hygienically healthy.”

She stared at my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund as if entranced by it, softly biting her own lower lip as was her habit.

The slow, thorough way she washed my shlong and ball bag with care was evidence that this was all part of the “process of pleasure” she’d spoken of.

That thought alone made me both understand and enjoy this sensual sponge bath.

Ramā Bhārgav then lifted my scrotum and wiped the underside of my balls.

The summer breeze wafted into the room like a silent visitor and caressed my now clean, wet sex organs it felt cool and refreshing.

Then she took the other cloth and softly patted me dry.

All of this was too much, and my blood started to flow south towards my Bachhalyā crotch.

Ramā Bhārgav moved to a standing but bent-at-the-waist position, leaning over me and still coddling and patting me dry.

She gazed at my exposed Bachhalyā manhood like a hungry person would behold a favorite meal, watching intently as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund visibly grew before her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes.

I reached up and placed my hand on the back of her leg where her upper thigh met her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttock.

I spread the lower portion of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass crack and upper thigh with the back of my hand and touched the lips of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

This caused her to stand straight up.

With eyes closed for a long second, she stood there and was speechless, clearly surprised and pleasured by my abrupt, simultaneous fondling of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ fuck holes.

Ramā Bhārgav placed her hand on mine and gingerly pulled my Bachhalyā Lund out of her orifices.

“Slow down a second. I want to out dump this basin. Then I want to lie with you and let things happen naturally.” She walked away, taking the wash basin with her.

Within a minute or two Ramā Bhārgav had returned and was lying next to me on her bed.

Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ body felt so smooth and soft next to mine.

“So tell me, you just fuck your clients? Or am I special?” she said with a Cheshire cat grin.

“What’s with all the questions?”

“Sorry. It’s a game I like to play. I try to read you and then see how well I did.”

I didn’t say anything, only smiled.
“Durgesh, you’re a horny guy.”

“I guess so, myself too.”

She raised her sculpted eyebrows and smirked a cute little smirk.

“I watched you mentally undress every beautiful woman who walked in or out of here tonight, including Nādirah and me.”

“Well, isn’t that normal?”

Ramā Bhārgav burst into laughter.

“Yes, but you’re very obvious about it.”

“It shows the beautiful ladies that I’m interested in them. If they too are interested in me, we can enjoy sex mutually.”*

I couldn’t believe her.

“What?”

“Durgesh,” Ramā Bhārgav politely said, “The problem is she can request it from someone that doesn’t deserve her.”

“You asked me for a favor, Ramā Bhārgav,”

“Isn’t it a favor?”

“Ramā Bhārgav,”

“Durgesh, she is my best friend,”

“She must see a psychiatrist,”

“She has seen,”

“Already?”

“What did the psychiatrist suggest to your best friend?”

“To see you, the utmost successful Sex Therapist.”

“It’s not a problem that needs a sex therapy.”

“The psychiatrist says it is.” Ramā Bhārgav said gravely, “Wājidah was raped by her boyfriend, Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý.”

“So what?”

“The psychiatrist says it’s not only a psychological problem. It involves sex too. So, Nanditā must see you, the optimum Sex Therapist, instead of a female psychiatrist.”

“You want me to rape your friend, Nanditā Joshī?”

“That’s the only cure her female psychiatrist has suggested.” Ramā Bhārgav said gravely.

I looked at Nanditā Joshī, Ramā Bhārgav’s one of the best friends.”

Nanditā Joshī looked at me boldly at first.

Yet, she bent her head down realizing her guilty request.

Yes, Nanditā Joshī was very beautiful.

She wasn’t a Just Eighteen Just Adult too.

Nanditā Joshī herself was twenty eight.

“Nanditā Joshī,” I watched her gravely, “Perhaps you don’t know your Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Nåmat Al Islam, is one of my utmost intimate friends.”

“I’ve watched you having sex with my Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Nåmat Al Islam.” Nanditā Joshī said gravely.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I exclaimed.

“My father, Tribhuvan Nārāyañ Joshī too has seen you having sex with my Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Nåmat Al Islam. He has asked her to stop having sex with you if she really wants to marry my father.”

“I see.”

“Nanditā Joshī doesn’t have any boyfriend, Durgesh.” Ramā Bhārgav informed me.

“I think you should marry, Nanditā Joshī.” I said gravely.

“I’ve tried that too.” Nanditā Joshī herself answered me now, “As soon as I was Just Eighteen Just Adult, I started to get my Mr. Perfect. Yet after ten years even I haven’t found him.”

“The reason is quite obvious,” I smiled at Nanditā Joshī.

“Oh,”

“There isn’t any Mr. Perfect anywhere. You’ve searched for him for ten long years. Still you couldn’t understand it?”

“What do you mean?” Nanditā Joshī said furiously, “They all claim you are the Mr. Perfect.”

“I’m Sixty Six now.”

“Well, age is no bar.”

“Your father, Tribhuvan Nārāyañ Joshī, is ready for it?”

“I don’t need his consent.”

“Nanditā Joshī,”

“Try to understand me, Durgesh. I love you as Ramā Bhārgav does.”

“Nonsense,”

“I’m no Mr. Perfect.”

“The entire womankind doesn’t agree with you.” Nanditā Joshī smiled, “Tell me only one thing. Why every beautiful woman is crazy to have sex with you?”

“Because Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her Seven Movements, her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade etcetera have advertised my sexual prowess too much among womankind. They aren’t crazy for me actually, they are crazy for that imaginary Durgesh that doesn’t exist anywhere actually.”

Nanditā Joshī laughed,

“Despite you are fucking now almost every beautiful houselady, your mythic is still not broken?”

“Well, I try to be competent sexually for them.”

“I watch my Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Nåmat Al Islam, when you fuck her. That isn’t any myth. That isn’t what I have heard only. I do watch it clandestinely since ten years. You just keep fucking her enormously. Her beautiful Musalmān lady friends have also joined you both in this period.”

“And you watched them too, having sex with me?”

“Why not?”

“And you think they are crazy for me for my matchless sexual prowess?”

“You are unique in sex, yes!”

“While a large number of them are after my endless money.” I said curtly, “They deliberately lie about my sexual prowess because they get money for it from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Modern Democratic Årabia, the Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade , etcetera.”

“Even if it is so, how can it help you to do what I myself am watching for ten long years? That can’t be untrue.”

“Nanditā Joshī,”

“Rape me,”

“Try to understand, Durgesh,” Ramā Bhārgav tried to explain, “Nanditā Joshī can’t request anyone else to rape her. He would blackmail her to continue. Everyone is not as kind, understanding and sympathetic to us womankind as you are.”

“Wājidah has convinced Nanditā Joshī that she enjoyed a sexual adventure very much that she never enjoyed even with the same Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý. Nanditā Joshī wants to enjoy the thrill in it herself too. You are the only safe choice.”

I kept watching them.
“She wanted some degree of security but wasn’t sure how to go about it.” Ramā Bhārgav said, “Nanditā Joshī had been discussing possibilities with me and I had the brainwave that you would make the perfect rapist.”

“Thank you very much for that vote of confidence, Ramā Bhārgav.” I said sarcastically.

The girls now had a theoretical rapist and a voluntary victim, but weren’t sure how to get the show on the road.

I pushed a bit harder on why they had chosen me for a rapist.

It turned out they trusted me.

They knew I wouldn’t actually do anything to hurt Nanditā Joshī, excluding the little matter of rape, and that I wouldn’t expect to discontinue on a sexual relationship with her afterwards. It would just be a once off rape so that Nanditā Joshī could experience it.
“So what you really want is for Nanditā Joshī to have some consensual non-consensual sex,” I told them. “The way it works is that Nanditā Joshī gives her consent at the start and can’t withdraw that consent. It doesn’t matter if she changes her mind, as I would just ignore any refusal. You would, in the initial consent, agree to certain limits. For example, you would make the consent time-frame limited. You may say it applies to tomorrow and runs for forty eight hours, starting at midnight tonight. You may also like to limit the number of times you’re agreeing to have sex in that period. You don’t want to find yourself being pounced on every couple of hours and forced to have sex. And you may want to limit what I can do. Do you understand how it works?”

“I think so,” said Nanditā Joshī. “I’d say that you can have sex with me once tomorrow and then I forget about it, but at some stage tomorrow you ravish me.”

“Close, but not quite accurate. What it means is that sometime tomorrow I would take you, even if you changed your mind and decided you didn’t want sex with me after all. I would already have irrevocable permission, and if you do change your mind you’re going to be raped anyway. And I might want you to do things you don’t want to do. What would you do if I demanded that you give me a blowjob to start with?”

Both the girls blushed at that and looked at each other.

“Um, I’m not sure,” said Nanditā Joshī. “I might refuse to do that.”

“And I’m the rapist, remember. I might not let you refuse. How would you react if I spanked you until you agreed to do the blowjob?”

There was more blushing and exchanging of glances, but Nanditā Joshī actually looked a little intrigued.

“I’m not sure that I’d like a spanking,” she said.

What the hell. I was sitting down and she was standing right there in front of me wearing a short skirt.

“Let’s find out,” I said and took hold of her arm and pulled.

Nanditā Joshī suddenly found herself across my knee.

Chapter 25

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GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 23

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Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’

1/18: Ādi Parv

Chapter 23

Durgesh Dr. Ramā Bhārgav

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav

Durgesh Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl

Durgesh Dr. Sītā Bhārgav

Lurching forward, I buried my face in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ bosom.

I was wildly kissing and thrashing my face in her tits and groping her gorgeous, twenty eight years old, exquisite, bottom with both my hands kneading her gorgeous, twenty eight years old, exquisite, perfectly round, firm, young, Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks.

Again taking charge, Ramā Bhārgav climbed on my chest, pushing me backward onto the bed while sliding and grinding her wet Bhārgav Brāhmañ snatch down my torso.

She was lying on top of me when we finally came to be face to face, and she planted another deep kiss on me, clutching both my wrists over my head while pinning me to the bed.

She whispered in my ear,

“It’s a process, Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā.”

Then, with a pregnant pause, she whispered in my other ear,

“And it’s a process of pleasure.”

Her soft voice and breath in my ears sent shivers down my spine and gave me goose flesh.

“You must learn to relax, savor and enjoy it,” Dr. Ramā Bhārgav PhD, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Sālī, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Sālī Wife, continued.

Calmed by this, I lay motionless, glad to let her lead the way.

My ego wasn’t even slightly affected.

I let those thoughts slip away as Ramā Bhārgav took over.

As she kissed my neck, she caressed my arms and chest softly, barely even touching.

First it was the tongue, then a kiss, and then another little bit of tongue.

That was her technique as she worked her way down.

Her Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, had trained her herself.

“Never surrender to your damnfool Bhārgav Brāhmañ father’s ever utopian morals, Fātimah Jalāl,”

“Ramā Bhārgav,” Ramā Bhārgav corrected.

“Fātimaaaaaaaaaaah Jalāaaaaaaaaaaal,” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl refused violently to accept her correction, “You aren’t Ramā Bhārgav actually. Your damnfool Bhārgav Brāhmañ father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, calls you with that ridiculous name. You are Fātimah Jalāl. Understand? That’s how I named you.”

Lying on my back with my legs off the edge of the bed with knees bent, feet touching the ground, Fātimah Jalāl, Ramā Bhārgav?, knelt between my legs.

I felt her mouth and tongue on my ball bag.

With one long lick she went up the length of my hard Bachhalyā Lund, teasing me with her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth, and then she took every inch of it down her throat.

A new achievement for a Bhārgav Brāhmañ young lady?

The Muslimāt must be defeated in snatching away the Bachhalyās from Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

The Muslimāt should never have any supremacy on Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even in sex for Bachhalyās.

That’s how they win ever immensely capable Bachhalyās.

Her elder sisters Rudrāñī Bhārgav, Pārvatī Bhārgav, Umā Bhārgav, Durgā Sinhvāhinī Mahishāsur Mardnī Bhārgav, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, had instructed Ramā Bhārgav.

I was blasted away by this!

It wasn’t that I’d never been sucked off before, but I was still under the impression that you had to work on a girl for a long time to get her to suck you.

A blow job on a first time was a foreign idea to me.

I’d always had to wait in relationships for a long time before a girl would bestow oral pleasure upon me.

My youth and my still ignorance were apparent to me even as it was happening.

With a flat, open hand Ramā Bhārgav gingerly lifted my swollen balls from the back and gently pushed them toward the base of my throbbing Bachhalyā meatpole.

Then, taking a long, slow, deep, fluid swallow, she made my manhood disappear once again.

Down, down all the way, down deep, and then holding me there for a long second.

Coming up in ultra-slow motion.

The way Ramā Bhārgav lifted my scrotum while she made long, slow passes up and down my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund did something to intensify the sensation.

There was no doubt this Bhārgav Brāhmañ young woman was good now with my Bachhalyā Lund and had seen plenty of it now.

Then, all at once, she started to ratchet up both the suction and speed, bobbing her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ head more vigorously and sucking down my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund with more Bhārgav Brāhmañ energy.

Or, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female energy?

Fātimah Jalāl?

Not Ramā Bhārgav at all?

After all, she learned all of it not from her father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, but from her ever profound feminist Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl.

“If you want to remain confined exclusively to Durgesh only, it’s all right, Fātimah Jalāl,”

“Ramā Bhārgav,” Ramā Bhārgav corrected again.

“Fātimah Jalāl, shut up! Nevertheless, never let him dominate you, not even in sex.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, Ramā Bhārgav’s ever profound feminist Ammī, had instructed her.

Ramā Bhārgav‘s hands were also more active.

As she sucked me, she began to caress and tickle the underside of my seed bag, slowly roaming to the little place where the scrotum ends.

This was a new sensation, and even my utmost experienced mind was getting in the way again.

Her hand held my balls, her Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth owned my Bachhalyā hog, and her fingertips were inching toward my hips.

Part of me was saying to myself internally,

“You can’t let her touch your hips! You’re a man!”

Both sides of my brain came to an agreement:

They agreed to stop her hand and the blowjob as well for fear that I might cum before I got to fuck her.

Covered in sweat, I lightly directed her head up until she took my tool out of her mouth.

She looked up with her beautiful eyes and quickly got the hint.

She arose and then lay beside me.

I turned to her and asked,

“Do you want this?” as I placed her hand on my stiff Bachhalyā member.

“Yes,” she said, never looking away from me.

“Then what shall we call it?” I teased in an attempt at sexy pillow talk.

“Your cock,” she answered in her soft alluring way.

“And what about this?” I asked as I stroked the lips of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ vulva with my fingers.

“My pussy,” she replied.

Almost involuntarily I blurted out my first sexy talk.

“I want to fuck your Bhārgav Brāhmañ pussy, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Ramā Bhārgav, Fātimah Jalāl, whosoever the hell you are.”

Ramā Bhārgav just smiled and cooed.

“Ramā Bhārgav. I love to remain Ramā Bhārgav. But I can’t break my Ammī’s heart even. Dad, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, says, ‘Mātrā bhavatu sammanāh’ iti Eīshānādésham.”

Feeling relaxed and unashamed to talk sexy felt liberating and free.

In fact, I liked it and loved the fact the she was getting off hearing me say those words.

She talked right back at me.

“You, the man I fuck, are older than me when all I want is your hard, experienced Bachhalyā cock. Sure, you have money, and you can keep it! I have my own money too not to be dependent on you financially. My ever profound feminist Ammī, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl, hates immensely that any of her countless daughters be ever dependent on any male whether financially or otherwise.”

I digested the immensely valuable information about Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl and her entire countless daughters whether Brāhmañ daughters or Musalmān daughters, whosoever they were.

Ramā Bhārgav hummed to me like a seductive cat.
“I wanna get fucked again and again all night,”
I looked at her.

“So you don’t mind that I’m sixty six now,” It was a grave question, asked equally gravely.
“No, I want to have you because you’re sixty six,” she too looked at me gravely.

Her dominant personality was taking control of me again.

Yet, Ramā Bhārgav herself knew she never succeeded in controlling me.

No woman however beautiful she were had succeeded ever in controlling me.

Was it because I was more Shaktimān, full of Cosmic energy, than anyone of them?

Ramā Bhārgav didn’t know for certain.

Ramā Bhārgav only knew I was never putty in her hands. She was never the boss, yet she no longer cared.

“I’m twenty nine,” Ramā Bhārgav said, shifting her beautiful young Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes toward my ever handsome ever young utmost experienced Bachhalyā hard-on and gesturing at it with her chin, “and you don’t seem to mind. Why should your age bother me? It is Infinite BrāhmKalp now. Is it not?”

The room was steamed up by our sweating Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā bodies.

The glorious smell of her excellent Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot juice mixed with her perfume and our sweat hung in the air.

I spread her thick, shapely legs.

I mounted Ramā Bhārgav in the missionary position, looking down at her steaming Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, glistening with her wetness.

I slid my sixty six years old, utmost experienced legendary Bachhalyā Lund into her hot, wet Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, wrapping my arms around her for leverage, then launching myself into her as hard as I could, finishing the move with a hump and snap of my pelvis.

I would repeat this over and over till the end – A power fuck as hard and fast as I could.

Ramā Bhārgav needed it.

The Infinite BrāhmKalp needed it.

Ramā Bhārgav‘s moans and whimpers were spurring me on.

She hadn’t had her Bhārgav Brāhmañ honey pot slammed by me this hard in a long time, if ever.

This was hard, hot and wild sex.

It was all I knew.

As the utmost expert in the art of fucking I thought this was the best and only method in which to satisfy Ramā Bhārgav.

It seemed to be working.

Again, in my expertise in the art of fucking, I managed to find just what she wanted.

Ramā Bhārgav was a Brahm Padminī.

Nevertheless to keep optimum for the Infinite BrāhmKalp needs, not only Ramā Bhārgav, the entire Brahm Padminīs

Too instead, were trying to improve themselves constantly.

The moans and screams were nice to hear.

Ramā Bhārgav had taken over, and I felt she needed to know that I was the man and I would do the fucking.

“You like getting fucked, don’t you!” I grunted.

“Yes, by you only however, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā …. keep fucking me!” was her almost breathless answer.

Our bodies, now dripping in sweat, made a slapping sound when my hips collided with hers.

The aroma of her steaming young Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot reached my nose.

“OHHHH, that’s it! Fuck my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot hard!” She could barely get the words out.

Then another series of moans and screams of passion accompanied that wonderful slapping and slurping sound our bodies made.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and balls were soaked in her ever fragrant Bhārgav Brāhmañ juices.

I continued to ram her velvet lined Bhārgav Brāhmañ twat for some time.

Now, I was in control, and she had lost her composure. She was overwhelmed with pleasure, and could not form the words to speak, only breathless moans and coos.

Wanting a change of pace, I withdrew from her and nudged her to flip over.

“I want you on your knees, Ramā Bhārgav darling! Be my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Brahm Mare.” I commanded.

Ramā Bhārgav obeyed, flipping over without a word.

“I’m going to take you from behind,” I told her in my sexiest Bachhalyā tone.

The view, from behind her, was amazing.

I entered her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot and started to plow Ramā Bhārgav again as hard as I could.

After a short time we worked out a nice rhythm, where she would push her Bhārgav Brāhmañ twat back to absorb the full impact of my Bachhalyā thrust.

“My Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot hasn’t been fucked this hard by you, since college!” Ramā Bhārgav appeared to be thinking out loud.

The pronunciation of Bījāxar by Ramā Bhārgav told me she was still doing affirmations and transmissions.

No Brahm Padminī wasted her time usually.

Ramā Bhārgav too wasn’t any exception.

For someone who implied that her sex life with me was very active, Ramā Bhārgav‘s Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot was still tight.

She was facing the headboard during our doggie style romp.

After a while, without explanation, she slid forward and my tool fell out of her honey pot.

“What’s wrong?” I inquired.

“Nothing … just a second,” the words barely escaped her mouth.

She was leaning forward and reaching for something.

By the headboard, there was a nightstand with a lamp.

I thought for a second her aim was to shut or dim the lights.

Instead, she was reaching for the little knob on the drawer of the nightstand.

What she retrieved out of the drawer almost made my heart stop.

A full size tube of K-Y jelly was now in her hand, and she was handing it back to me as the moment of surprise and joy struck me like a ton of bricks.

Was this what I thought it was?

I thought I had better check first but didn’t want to scare away the moment.

Thinking quickly, I managed to play dumb:

“Your Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot is so wet. We don’t need this.”

“No!” she said, again with authority in her sultry voice. Then she uttered the words I thought I’d never hear Ramā Bhārgav say to me: “I want you to fuck me up the ass!”
I gazed upon her welcoming, sweat-soaked Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks shining like two hot buttered globes. Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, peered back at me over her shoulder, still on hands and knees while I was visually taking in the beauty of her round firm Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass and its lovely crevice, following the crevice down to the wrinkled pucker of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ asshole and her battered Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot lips, glistening and dripping with her sweet Bhārgav Brāhmañ honey.

I squeezed some K-Y on to the head of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and slowly spread it down its length.

Ramā Bhārgav said,

“That’s fine. You need to lube up your Bachhalyā Lund, first.”

Ramā Bhārgav told me that a light massage on her lower back and bottom would help her to limber up and get loose.

I obliged.

Rubbing her waist and lower back was a sensual experience for me, too.

Especially when I worked my way to her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, kneading her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks, spreading her cheeks and massaging them open and closed.

It was like playing a pornographic game of peekaboo with both of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ fuckholes.

This allowed me a chance keeping the mood sexy and erotic.

I then got the K-Y jelly ready.

Spreading her ever beautiful young twenty nine years old Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass I rubbed her sphincter, teasing it with my finger tip looking at beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ her asshole.

The mystery and darkness of it , the naughty taboo of it, made me hot and want to get down to business.

I squeezed out a liberal glob of it and placed it on her Bhārgav Brāhmañ bung hole, plastering her rectal pucker, caressing and spreading it in circular strokes, slowly putting more and more pressure on her asshole until the tip of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund was in it just past the first knuckle.

“MMMMMMMMM… now we’re getting somewhere,” Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, acknowledged in a breathy voice.

With slow, steady pressure, I worked my lubed ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund in her utmost beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass as far as it would go.

“OHH, Ohh that’s it right there.” Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, instructed. “Keep your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund there …… feel my Bhārgav Brāhmañ anal muscles relax and open slowly,” Ramā Bhārgav added, now fully enjoying the insertion. “Now your push your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund more, let the half of it go inside,” she moaned.

I watched Ramā Bhārgav gravely.

“What’s that you want to destroy in this Infinite BrāhmKalp, Ramā Bhārgav, my Brahm Padminī young Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife?”

“Don’t worry,” Ramā Bhārgav laughed, “I can’t destroy your ever utmost beloved beautiful Musalmān houseladies, you know. They are still infinite times of us Brāhmañ women of yours. Aren’t they?”

I noticed that she never enjoyed anally the withdrawing of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund more than the forward thrusts.

This continued until we were up to the three fourth of my Bachhalyā Lund.

Satisfied that Ramā Bhārgav‘s nether region was lubed and loosened adequately, I readied myself with more lube and was ready to mount Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, stealing another peek at her Bhārgav Brāhmañ sphincter, now visibly more open than before.

Ramā Bhārgav herself ready on her hands and knees and wiggled her Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks as if daring me to take her from behind.

I had a little trouble getting in her backdoor properly, despite my utmost experience.

Ramā Bhārgav reached back, got hold of my erect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund and guided me up in to her ever beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, a procedure that always made me horny when I saw it happen.

Then, with the swollen head of my Bachhalyā Lund breaching her utmost beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass, Ramā Bhārgav pushed back slowly as I pushed forward.

I penetrated Ramā Bhārgav deeper and deeper until I was balls deep, and the pink Bhārgav Brāhmañ ring of her sphincter expanded fully accommodating my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

Her forbidden Bhārgav Brāhmañ passage was open and receiving my Bachhalyā tool sophisticated.

It was so tight and hot.

It felt nice.

Ramā Bhārgav looked over her shoulder and said,

“You’ll have to take it a little easier than when you were in my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot, okay?” adding, “at first.” and, “when I tell you I’m ready you can go ahead and fuck as hard as you can.”

“Is that good?” I asked. “Does my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund feel good up your young twenty nine years old Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass?” I smiled proudly.

“Oooooo Yeahhhhhhh,” Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, answered in more of a moan of ecstasy than the actual word.

“Now tell me what you actually want to destroy here in this Infinite BrāhmKalp?” I asked mounting Ramā Bhārgav, the Brahm Padminī, gravely.

Chapter 24

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Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’

1/18: Ādi Parv

Chapter 22

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav

Durgesh Dr. Sītā Bhārgav

Durgesh Dr. Ramā Bhārgav

He was adamant.

His father and grandfather both were Brahmarshis in HVSI.

Why the hell Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav himself couldn’t be a Brahmarshi?

Kaikasī Chaturvedī was smart enough to understand her eldest son’s mood perfectly.

She masterminded her entire planning keeping his every potential step carefully in consideration.*

When Muħammad got engaged, it was a bit of a relief for me. Muħammad had been miserable for years after Muħammad’s wife had deserted him for me, three weeks before his Sixty Sixth birthday.

Now he seemed to be back to a vague semblance of his former self.

I was glad.

My friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah, had been through a lot.

It was more troublesome for me, because his wife had deserted Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah for me.

“I’m very sorry, Muħammad,” I said sincerely, “I never thought she was interested in me sexually.”

Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah laughed.

“Infinite BrāhmKalp has come. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan says there were only two couples in BrāhmKalp, Brāhmañ Muslimāt and Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs. I think my wife was afraid of herself that Niranjan could not win her from me. She preferred you on Niranjan.”

“Niranjan Sharmā?”

“Niranjan Sharmā.” Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah said, “You know. He is Waħīdah’s Kħālāzād cousin.”

“Oh, yes. They loved each other perhaps since their childhood.” I remembered, “Waħīdah married you only because you were Musalmān and Niranjan Sharmā was a Brāhmañ.”

Al Muħammad Al Åbdullah sighed.

“Niranjan Sharmā is close enough to Bhārgav

Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav now. I can’t compete even with Niranjan Sharmā.”

I had, of course, met Muħammad’s fiancée a few times when she’d stayed at our house, but after a while, Muħammad asked me if I’d be all right if Zakiyah moved in with us.

There was concern on Muħammad’s face, but it was unnecessary.

I was a quietly confident ever young man, who was simply happy for Muħammad to have found someone.

But when Muħammad came to pick him up from HVSI, I did not expect to find what I did.

When I climbed up into the back of the four-by-four, there was a dazzlingly attractive slim Musalmān redhead sitting inside, smiling at me. She was about twenty eight years old, dressed in a disturbingly low-cut turquoise top and green miniskirt.

Her legs were covered in nylons.

“Hi Durgesh,” said Muħammad.

“Durgesh,” Zakiyah smiled at me, “this is my daughter, Al Jalal Al Fātimah.”

“Hi,” Al Jalal Al Fātimah had an amazing smile.

She gently shook my hand and I couldn’t help but smile seductively.

I was completely amused to female company – especially such beautiful Musalmān female company.

Musalmān females were my specialty.

Even the BrāhmKalp could not take beautiful Musalmān houseladies away from me.

Brāhmañ Muslimāt couples were normal in BrāhmKalp.

Yet, I was an exception.

Waħīdah preferred me on Niranjan Sharmā.

Didn’t she?

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav advised Niranjan Sharmā to choose another Musalmān young lady.

Waħīdah loved Durgesh.

Niranjan Sharmā was surprised.

“Bhārgav Chakrvartī, she doesn’t love Durgesh. Waħīdah is opting for Durgesh either for his endless sex prowess or for his endless money.”

Dashānan Bhārgav smiled patronizingly.

“Learn a lesson from Muħammad, Niranjan Sharmā. Waħīdah deserted Muħammad for Durgesh. Yet Muħammad doesn’t have any complaint against Durgesh. Does he?”

“Pseudo Musalmīn lick the feet of their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ capable Hindu lover. The ever cuckold slaves of capable Hindus.”

Dashānan Bhārgav smiled.

“I don’t think so, Niranjan Sharmā.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your Sisters, Sujātā Sharmā, Sandhyā Sharmā, Namratā Sharmā, Kīrti Sharmā, Prabhutā Sharmā, Abhilāshā Sharmā, Nandinī Sharmā, everyone married Durgesh.”

“It’s normal.” Niranjan Sharmā interrupted Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, “In BrāhmKalp every Brāhmañ girl is a Brāhmañ’s sister according to Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā. She is not marriageable with a Brāhmañ. The Brāhmañs are required to marry Muslimāt and Muslimāt only to devote themselves to religious severities for their entire life.”

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav smiled at Niranjan Sharmā.

“I wanted to remind you it.”

His tone was somewhat curt to Niranjan Sharmā.

Niranjan Sharmā looked at him helplessly.

“Durgesh still doesn’t approve of this ever unjustified Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā. He says the Brahmkanyās must have their Swayamvar Adhikār completely.”

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav looked at him bitterly.

“Nevertheless, the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI is supporting Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā, not Durgesh.”

The phone rang and she reached over to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Sītā Bhārgav. It’s me.”

“Hi Durgesh, Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ, Bachhalyā Piyā. How are you? Nothing wrong I hope?”

“No, no, Sītā darling. But I need you to do something for me. Are you busy, my Bhārgav Brāhmañ love?”

“I was just…” she paused and looked at the TV, “…working on something.”

“It’ll only take a few minutes, I forgot a file I kinda need for work. Can you go on my computer and email it to me. It’s -”

“Now, now, I’m not going to remember. Just gimmie a second and I’ll go to your room and pick up the phone there, ok?”

Sītā Bhārgav made her way to the second floor of the big house she shared with me and her father Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav.
Sītā Bhārgav turned on my computer and picked up the phone in my room.

I was giving her instructions but we were having trouble communicating.

“I’ve told you,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said, a little exasperated, “I don’t see a folder called ‘Work Stuff’ anywhere.”

“And you searched for the filename? You’re sure you spelt it correctly…”

“Yes!”

“Hmmm…” I muttered. “I guess I don’t absolutely have to have it…um…oh, Damn it! Of course!”

“Hmmm?”

“Oh…oh geez, sorry Sītā dear.”

“Mmm?”

“Sorry about it. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav gave a little titter of a laugh into the phone.

“Well, alright, as long as you don’t do it again. After all you are Lord Bhagvān Rām of this Bhārgav Sītā PhD.”

“Yaar, Ramā Bhārgav, your younger sister, says I’m her Lord Bhagvān Vishñu.”

Sītā Bhārgav laughed.

“Doesn’t my elder sister, Dr. Pārvatī Bhārgav, call you her Lord Bhagvān Rudr?”

I laughed too.

“Three in one?”

“All in one, you Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ.”
“Yeah, it’s just that I totally forgot something. Here’s what you need to do…” I explained to my Bhārgav Brāhmañ beloved of thirty years how to unlock the hidden and encrypted files on my computer using a password.

She sent off the email.

I confirmed I received it.

She hung up the phone and let me get back to work.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, the second eldest daughter of Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav, was about to turn off the computer.

She hesitated for a moment.

What was there to go to except boring TV or a stack of books she didn’t really want to read, or a bed where sleep lately was elusive?

Didn’t she see something interesting a moment ago?

She opened up the list of files again.

Sure enough, there was the previously-hidden ‘Work Stuff’ folder they struggled so long to find.

And beside it some other uninteresting hidden folders were now revealed, like ‘HVSI Reports’ and ‘Bank Files’.

But Sītā Bhārgav‘s curiosity was stoked by some others:

‘Pr0n Flicks’ and ‘Pics of Slutz’ and ‘XXX Stories’.

‘No,’ she thought, ‘they can’t be. Well…well, maybe he’s just got one or two things on here…I’m sure there’s a lot of peer pressure to know a bit about that sort of thing…’

She opened up ‘Pr0n Flicks’.

The list of files was so long it scrolled down past the bottom of the screen; titles like ‘Anal Trainer’ and ‘Ass Worship’ and ‘Buttman’s Big Butt Backdoor Babes’.

She double-clicked on a file and the starting credits began to play, a rapid-fire sequence of tits and ass and cocksucking and fucking and pussy eating and assfucking and double-penetration and cum splashing everywhere and and and…

She clicked it closed.

“Oh my God,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav muttered aloud when the image had disappeared from the screen.

She went to the ‘Pics of Slutz’ folder.

As with the other folder, along with the main list of files there were subdirectories.

The one right at the top was named ‘AAAAA HOT DAMN IT – THE BEST – WHACKOFF SLIDESHOW’.

Here she found explicit, hardcore digital images.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav had last peeked at a Bachhalyā Playboy many years ago, but she could tell from what was on the screen now that what was available to men had changed.

Her Bachhalyā lover, Durgesh, had pictures of beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Christian houseladies, Jew houseladies and Brāhmañ houseladies even, in leather, in rubber, in lace, in chains, and of course in nothing at all.

Here were solo women, women with women, Durgesh with women, groups of women on Durgesh, and on and on and on, with every anal penetration or facial cumshot caught in explicit digital detail.

“I would have never of suspected,” she said to herself, “I would have never have known.” Then she gave a little smirk. “No wonder he likes computers so much.”

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav opened the ‘XXX Stories’ folder.

Among the folders I made were ‘Anal Fuckfests’, ‘Mind Control’ and ‘Ashvinātam is Best’.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav took a look at the program I was using to protect these files.

She knew about computers herself.

Who doesn’t in this immensely advanced Infinite BrāhmKalp?

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav saw fairly quickly that it was a pretty simple program, and one where Durgesh seemed to have just enabled the basic features.

She guessed that I would change the password after tonight, so she created a login for herself, using the username ‘Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī System‘.

Of course it was a long username.

But Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was thinking that it would have a good chance of escaping scrutiny in me the unlikely event I took a second look.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wasn’t a communal Brāhmañ young lady at all.

Neither the Brāhmañ communalism ever even tolerated in entire Golden Bhārgav Creations.

It wasn’t possible even.

Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā was the paramount constitution here.

No Brahmkanyā could be married with a Brāhmañ.

It was legally a tremendously punishable crime and morally an immensely despised great sin.

Most of the Bhārgavīs were married to Durgesh only.

“Param Brahmarshi Lord Bhagvān Bhr’gu didn’t go through immense religious severities to marry Bhārgavīs with Bachhalyās.” Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav said furiously, “Bhārgavīs deserve Durgesh himself, no other Bachhalyā even.”

Dashānan Bhārgav was elected with even more than two third majority.

Vibhīshañ Bhārgav had argued,

“There were no Bachhalyās then anywhere when Param Brahmarshi Lord Bhagvān Bhr’gu had gone through immense religious severities to get infinite extremely beautiful daughters. Durgesh was the only husband available to them. Hence it’s a wrong argument that Param Brahmarshi Lord Bhagvān Bhr’gu didn’t go through immense religious severities to marry Bhārgavīs with Bachhalyās. He himself prepared Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā, ‘Bhr’gu Shāstr Samvidhān’, constituting Brahmkanyās to marry with the Bachhalyās. There isn’t any exception for Bhārgavīs in Bhr’gu Āchār Samhitā, Bhr’gu Shāstr Samvidhān, that Bhārgavīs have exclusive rights on the rest of the Brahmkanyās to be Brahm Jagdambās everyone.”

Rudrāñī Bhārgav opposed Vibhīshañ Bhārgav.

She supported her utmost popular father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav.

Vibhīshañ Bhārgav was defeated tremendously.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was never communal.

Nevertheless, she was jealous of beautiful Musalmān houseladies now immensely.

They enjoyed oral and anal sex with Durgesh more frequently and more proudly than the Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

Bhārgavīs were no exception.

That’s why Durgesh loved beautiful Musalmān houseladies more.

That’s why beautiful Musalmān houseladies outnumber infinite times more in Durgesh’s sex life than Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.*

By the time I got home from work, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was back in her bedroom.

She’d gone through much of the rest of my room, and found more things to pique her interest.

In the corners of my closet and in the backs of drawers she’d found recordable CD’s with suggestive labels, porn tapes and DVD’s, and stacks of magazines.

As she listened to me move around in another part of the house, Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was in her bedroom behind a closed door, kneeling over on her bed and flipping through a magazine, ‘Ass-Fuckers Vol.5 No.2’, which she was sure I wouldn’t miss from my large stack.

One of her hands was between her legs rubbing her pussy, and occasionally her fingers would reach farther, to rub the sensitive crinkle of her asshole, which would make her whole body shudder.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav needed my services now tremendously.

I was sitting in the living room, reading, when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav came home from work the next day.

She was always very conservative, wearing perfect business attire; usually pantsuits that always left as little visible as possible of her neck, arms, and legs.

Her hair was always tied up in a bun or back in a tight ponytail, and her shoes were always sensible.

Not that this was foremost in my mind when I saw her, but it was the way she had always dressed since I had remembered, even back before her and her husband had split up.

Janārdan Upādhyāý married Dr. Sītā Bhārgav but never was alone with her even for a second.

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav never allowed him.

“I never approved of my daughter’s illegal and immoral Brāhmañ adventure. You stay away from Sītā Bhārgav, Janārdan Upādhyāý.” He had warned Janārdan Upādhyāý ruthlessly.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav regretted her mistake of marrying a Brāhmañ.

“Your Lord Bhagvān Rām is Durgesh, Sītā Bhārgav.” Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav said his daughter coldly.

When Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was around the house it would usually be thick baggy jogging suits, or large shapeless sweaters and straight-leg pants.

It was as though Dr. Sītā Bhārgav were another species from the females I saw at HVSI, on TV, or in the pornography I consumed, the ones so willing to flaunt themselves and their sexuality just to get attention.

“I’m just gonna take care of some things and then get dinner started, ok dear?” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav asked.

I grunted, and out of the corner of my eye saw her hauling some bags up to her room.

Sometime later, I heard Sītā Bhārgav shuffle about in her room.

I didn’t glance over for a while, but when I did I was shocked and couldn’t break my stare.

I always thought Sītā Bhārgav had a classical face; fine lines and delicate features, a little reminiscent of the Mona Lisa, or of Greek and Roman sculptures I’d seen. She’d always worn big, practical glasses, her new pairs just like her old ones, but now for the first time I saw her wearing a sleek pair with tortoise-shell rims, that reminded me of cat’s eyes.

Her hair was sandy-brown, and at the top of her head it fell straight, but then began to curl at the level of her eyes.

She wore it untied now, and it fell around her shoulders.

Her excellent exquisite thirty years old Bhārgav Brāhmañ body, with exceptions, was slim; especially her crane-like neck, her delicate wrists, and her ankles where the contours of bone showed clearly.

But nature had also designed her body so that her breasts were large and full, and were supported by strong shoulders, and her hips and ass were big and full as well, supported by thick muscular smooth bhbr thighs.

Every daughter of Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav was a specimen of exquisite excellent Bhārgav Brāhmañ beauty.
Now, she wore a flimsy wool cardigan, rose pink, with a knit loose enough to clearly show the bra underneath, and a plunging open neck that showed off much of her shoulders and the cleavage of her upper chest.

A cream-colored skirt stopped just above her knees, but had a slit up the side where I could see the top of a smoky brown stocking.

Her feet rested in shoes with a medium heel.

“Wow,” I said as I walked into her room, and then paused, searching for any other words. “Um…are we having company over or something?”

“No Anant Brahmkanyā Ramañ, Anant Brahmāñī Ramañ,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said, and turned to look at me with wide eyes. “I just thought it would be fun to dress up a bit for dinner.”

“Oh geez, I feel kinda out of it then.” I looked down to my white socks, jeans, and rock-band T-shirt. “Do you want me to change?”

“No, you’re…niiicce,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav quickly brushed her lip with the tip of her tongue, and a sparkle in her eyes made something inside me jump.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav turned away to continue her work, and I felt my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund involuntarily pulse and twitch against the fly of my jeans.

Dinner proceeded somewhat normally, though my eyes would often wander to Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s chest, trying to make out the details of her bra, and picture how her chest would look without the cardigan draped over it.

I’d snap my head away when I became conscious of my thoughts, but then my eyes would also sometimes drift to look down through the glass table in the kitchen, looking down at Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s legs and the way she held one sleek leg against the other, and something inside of me flamed up when Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s stockinged legs would rub together as she subtly shifted position.

Sītā Bhārgav didn’t give any sign of noticing, but I did notice she seemed much more chipper than usual, and always smiled when she looked at me.

I was looking out the window at the backyard when hands reached under my arms and wrapped themselves around my chest.

“Yow! Hey Sītā, you scared me!”

Sītā Bhārgav pressed her entire thirty years old, immensely beautiful, Bhārgav Brāhmañ body against me.

I felt Sītā Bhārgav’s Bhārgav Brāhmañ crotch against my hips, her big warm breasts pressed against my back. A rich, flowery scent reached, drifted my nose.

“I just wanted to say thanks for being kind to me.” She gave me a long hard squeeze. “I’m so lucky to have such a good husband.”

She placed a kiss on the back of my neck.

I froze.

We were both quiet.

A moment later Dr. Sītā Bhārgav kissed my neck again, a little off to the side of the first kiss.

Each one burned on my neck like a gunshot.

Palm flat on my chest, one of her hands began to work its way down over my stomach.

My heart hammered as I realized her hand, if it continued, would discover my pulsing ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund.

I slammed my hips against the counter, crouching down a little so the bulge of my crotch was hidden from view.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s hand ran over my stomach, touched my waist, and then hit the counter.

She gave a disappointed sigh.

“So,” she said softly, into my ear, “what’re you doing afterwards?”

“Um…I gotta.. go to work, Sītā,” I smilrd, and glanced at the clock.

Sītā Bhārgav sighed and took her hands off my body. “Alright, I understand.” She placed a final, longer kiss on my neck, and I imagined I might have felt a little tongue.

Long after she had gone, my body missed her warmth pressing against my back.

When I got home late in the evening and turned on my computer monitor, there was a full-screen picture I was sure I had not left there.

A naked young woman, nasty lustful passion on her face, had my large ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Bachhalyā Lund buried deep in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass.
The woman whose picture was there was Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s younger, twenty eight years old sister, Ramā Bhārgav.

Chapter 23

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Chapter 10

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Furqān

Durgesh Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm

Durgesh Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl

As any twenty eight years old dangerously young Musalmān lady can tell you, there are times when one just wants sex all the time.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān was a horny, yet a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lady who loved sex and needed it almost every day.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān was very orgasmic.

She loved to masturbate.

Not because no competent man was available to her.

I was always available to any Musalmān young lady who was as immensely beautiful as Al Saåīdah Al Furqān was, as brilliant, as smart and having as a sharp brain as Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had.

The problem was I was a Hindu and Al Saåīdah Al Furqān was a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān young lady.

She didn’t want to have sex with any Hindu at all.

She hated not only entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies that have sex with me, but also the entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies that had sex with the other Hindus as well.

The problem was it was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.

Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn were impotent, bisexual or gay now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s and her entire Young Musalmān Lady Brigade’s Seven Movements and their Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah was utmost successfully being established everywhere in the Multiverse.

Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Creations were fastly defeating other normal Musalmān Creations.

There were only countable on fingers Musalmān women now who married Musalmīn and were still their faithful Musalmān wives.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had been doing this for most of her adult life.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had had several affairs when she was married, but since her husband could not keep pace with her sexual needs and desires, Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had since divorced him.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had medium length brown hair and deep blue eyes.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān was just over 5ft 6 tall and Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had a slim figure.

The major contribution to her extra ordinary looks was her excellent Mount Everest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had a nice large rack, that was still firm and with plenty of bounce.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān often wore tight or low cut tops to accentuate her tits.

Her extremely attractive gorgeous well rounded firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was also still firm, quite big, filling her jeans or shorts out perfectly.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had gone on some dates after her divorce, but none of them had been very successful.

Most of these ended in a quick, unsatisfying fuck and then that was it.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān lived out of town in the suburbs and had her sixty six years old Hindu father in law, Durgesh, me, with her.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān especially requested me not to leave her unprotected because her ex husband had warned her to retaliate her sooner or later.

Muħammad Salāħuddīn would never forgive her.

“He can’t do anything to you, don’t worry.” I assured Al Saåīdah Al Furqān, grvely, “He is himself suffering from Aids now.”

“He says it’s somehow because of me.”

“I know. He is frustrated only.”

“Do you have any objection in living with me as my legal guardian?”

“I’ve given my consent legally in the court. It’s mentioned even in your divorce decree even.”

“I’m immensely indebted to you.”

“Nonsense, he was my stepson. It’s my duty to protect you from Muħammad Salāħuddīn.”

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had not really thought about me in a sexual way before but Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had noticed that I was still quite a young hunk, desite my sixty six.

I offered Stavan on a regular basis it had always worked out.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had seen me in the garden with my shirt off and Al Saåīdah Al Furqān must admit Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had admired my still strong male Hindu frame.

Hindus were always more handsome, she thought.

Why?

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān was unable to buy my explanation for it that it was due to more humanitarian ideology of Vedic Monotheist Hinduism.

My chest and stomach muscles were well defined.

I was getting a nice hard six-pack and quite a noticeable bulge in my shorts.

I had an enormous number of my extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends, of almost every age group, as far as Al Saåīdah Al Furqān was aware.

We had lived alone ever since her divorce and we were quite close.

As time went by, Al Saåīdah Al Furqān began to look at me as more than just her ex father in law.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān began to see a man.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had always been attracted to older Hindu men and Al Saåīdah Al Furqān guessed seeing her ex father in law, in front of her, made her start to wonder what I would be like in bed.

After all so enormous number of my extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends, of almost every age group, could not be crazy for me without anything actual behind it.

Now, Al Saåīdah Al Furqān realised that Bahū Bégums are not supposed to think about their ex father in law like that, but Al Saåīdah Al Furqān could not help it.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān started to think about sex with her Hindu ex father in law.

To help satisfy her growing urges Al Saåīdah Al Furqān used to surf the internet and look for pictures of old Hindu men with big hard Uncut Hindu Cocks.

She rejected the complaints of some communal Musalmīn that she must not have sex with any Hindu, whosoever.

“No backward, uneducated/undereducated Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmān deserves any educated sophisticated Musalmān Beauty. Go away, or you’d be punished optimum. Understand, you idiot.”

Seeing those Hindus jacking off their thick juicy matured Uncut Hindu Cocks, really made her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt dripping wet.

Watching them Al Saåīdah Al Furqān started to wonder just how big her own ex father in law’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund might be.

One night, after Al Saåīdah Al Furqān thought her ex father in law had gone to bed, Al Saåīdah Al Furqān was online when Al Saåīdah Al Furqān found an old Hindu man of about 60+ on a webcam.

He had such a lovely big Uncut Hindu Cock that Al Saåīdah Al Furqān sat watching him fucking ayoung Musalmān girl of only twenty three years.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān could not help slipping her hands down between her legs and playing with her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān sat on a chair and spread her legs wide open, with her feet up on the table.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had already stripped naked and looked a real Musalmān slut.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān watched as I pumped my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into the beautiful twenty three years old horny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I was about 9 inches long then and had a well-built Hindu male body with a muscled Hindu chest.

For about five minutes, Al Saåīdah Al Furqān stuck fingers up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and squeezed her big tits watching me fucking that Musalmān young lady.

Just as Al Saåīdah Al Furqān started to cum, Al Saåīdah Al Furqān heard something that made her turn around.

There, in her doorway was her ex father in law.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was immensely hard, erect and extended to her.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Wahābī Musalmān gaze was immediately focused on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān could see I had a really big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Time seemed to stand still as her Musalmān eyes, opened wide, trying to take in the enormous Hindu sight before her.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān could not believe her ex father in law had such a massive big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Then Al Saåīdah Al Furqān came to her senses and realised what was happening.

I had caught Al Saåīdah Al Furqān masturbating and watching me on her computer!

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had been caught, red handed!

There was no hiding what Al Saåīdah Al Furqān was doing.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had her fingers in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and was completely naked; her legs spread wide, moaning and groaning in pleasure.

From where I was standing, all I could really see was Al Saåīdah Al Furqān masturbating to something on her computer screen.

But the sight of my hard Uncut Hindu Cock let her know I was approving of the things Al Saåīdah Al Furqān was doing.

Suddenly our eyes met and she almost jumped out of her skin.

Realising that Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had seen me watching her, I gravely backed out of the doorway.

As I sauntered back, Al Saåīdah Al Furqān saw my immensely handsome Uncut Hindu Lund, swinging around violently, whacking from side to side against my muscular Hindu thighs.

Now she knew, the enormous number of my extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends, of almost every age group, was not crazy at all.

Instead, Al Saåīdah Al Furqān herself was crazy not to know what heaven she had in her own household.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān heard me walk into my room and the door bang shut.

At first Al Saåīdah Al Furqān sat mesmerised, her eyes still glued to the doorway.

Al Saåīdah Al Furqān could not believe the sight that Al Saåīdah Al Furqān had just witnessed.

Her own ex father in law was stood there watching her finger fucking herself.

Eventually Al Saåīdah Al Furqān decided that Al Saåīdah Al Furqān would had to go and talk to me.*

Chapter 11

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Chapter 9

Durgesh Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm

Durgesh Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd

Durgesh Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl

Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd enjoyed me more than I enjoyed her.

It was natural however.

She requested me for a date, not I.

Her Musalmān husband had left her charging she had sexual relationship with me.

Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd made me responsible for her future.

“Right or wrong, I don’t know.” Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd said, “They believe we fuck each other. The entire Musalmīn hate me. No Musalmān wants to marry me now. Would you?”

“Sure,” I said gravely, “but I’m sixty five years old already. You are only twenty eight years old. I’m entire thirty seven years older than you. Would you yourself love to be a wife of a Hindu they call Anant Muslimātchod Hindu and who is thirty seven years older than you?”

Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd smiled cunningly.

“Do I have any choice?”

“Yes,” I said gravely, “We can be friends only. We can keep platonic relationship between us. You would still be my responsibility, nevertheless, not as my one more wife, as my one more respected Musalmān lady friend only.”

Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd smiled.

“With how many beautiful Musalmān houseladies are you maintaining platonic relationship now?”

I looked at her silently.

“You are right. Not with many of them. Sooner or later they need sex eventually and compel me to provide it to them.”

Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd looked at me ironically.

“You want to say you aren’t responsible for turning the friendship into a sexual relationship, they themselves are?”

“I want to say nothing.” I said gravely, “Use your own judgment.”

We had our usual make out session and as was usually the case, I came home with a painfully aching hard-on, even after fucking Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd as much as I needed. Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd ultimately requested she couldn’t take me anymore. I didn’t need a woman only, to quench my sexual appetite. I need a whole army of beautiful Musalmān houseladies. No single young Musalmān lady can satisfy me sexually ever. I need a military of them.

It was a Friday night.

I had my weekend ahead.

Saturday and Sunday.

Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd could not take me even the whole Friday night.

She took me six or seven hours only.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!” Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd said completely exhausted, “I can’t take your ever ravenous ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund anymore into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. I thought perhaps my oral and anal services to you could help me. But even they aren’t enough to satisfy you sexually. I surrender.”

I smiled.

“It’s our first night, Al Tāhirah Al Waħīd.”

“Allah, you ever ungrateful Hindu, you want to say I’m not competent even to live in relationship with you?”

“Certainly not.” I kept smiling, “I’m hyper sexual while you are a normal woman. You are right. No single woman can satisfy me sexually ever. I really need a whole army of beautiful Musalmān houseladies to quench my ever abnormal sexual appetite.”*

I knew Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm was working late.

Therefore, when I got home I went straight to the bathroom.

I didn’t know the bathroom was already occupied.

How the hell had I known?

In her haste to relieve herself, Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm had forgotten to close and lock the bathroom door.

She was entirely nude.

Perhaps Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm needed some relief quick.

She had just started fingering her twenty eight years old immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot when she noticed my soiled underwear lying on the bathroom floor.

She picked it up and placed it around her finger.

Its smell was intoxicating for her.

“Allah,” Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm whispered, “let my finger be Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

She started fingering herself again.

Her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes were closed in her Durgesh fantasy, Durgesh obsession.

“Fuck me Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm whispered, “Fuck your friend, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s beautiful PhD Bahū Bégum, Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm, please!”

My mind was a blur as I watched silently Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm finger fucking herself imagining her finger was my Uncut Hindu Cock, furiously.

Naked visions of Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm were flowing through my mind, when suddenly, I heard a loud gasp.

Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm had seen me standing in the bathroom doorway, with her hand over her beautiful mouth.

There’s nothing more awkward than having a Hindu, sexiest, sixty five years old male, catch his friend’s twenty eight years old Bahū Bégum enjoying her finger imagining it his Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm ran from the bathroom immediately.

Entirely nude.

She didn’t even have the courage enough to dress herself.

Nevertheless, Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm didn’t run away from there without doing any mischief to me.

While running away through the bathroom door, she squeezed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund boldly grabbing it entirely unashamed of herself and her entire nudity.

“Allah, how erect? For me? Thank you very much!” Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm enjoyed my Hindu masculine weakness immensely.

However, in my own eyes it wasn’t my Hindu masculine weakness at all.

Instead, it was my Hindu masculine strength.

I’m keeping infinite beautiful Musalmān houseladies sexually satisfied with this Hindu masculine strength of mine.

Yes, I was proud of it.

Never ashamed of.

I’ve kept countless beautiful Musalmān houseladies alive, from committing suicide even.

They needed sex while they were being preached instead.

I confidently followed her trying to explain.

It was necessary.

She had quarreled with her husband,

“If you don’t want Durgesh fuck me too, please keep him away from our home, Åārif,”

Muħammad Åārif was stunned,

“Durgesh is not only my friend, Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm. He is Live in relationship partner of my sisters too. My sisters still live with me. We, entire seven sisters and one brother, me, inherit Abbū’s business. They are seven in numbers. How the hell can I keep their Live in relationship partner away from their own house? Their ownership on the multi-story mansion is seven times more than mine even.”

I told Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm I understood what Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm was doing, but she should have at least had the decency to lock the door.

“Who the hell is here except you and me?”

I wasn’t stunned.

“What do you mean?” I tried to discipline her.

In her bedroom, Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm was still nude.

I couldn’t deny her extraordinary Musalmān glory, glamour and dazzling Musalmān beauty.

“Don’t you understand even now what I need immensely?” Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm was a total rebel now.

“Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm, you are my friend’s Bahū Bégum.”

“So what?”

“Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm!”

“I need you and your still erect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund is declaring it too needs my female services.”

“Dress yourself first.”

“I love my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān nudity more.”

“I never knew you are a nudist feminist.”

“I tried to adjust with your unnatural Hindu lifestyle.”

“I want to talk with you.”

“Go ahead.”

“Put some clothes on first.”

“I’m more comfortable in this way.” Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm smiled cunningly.

“Well, I’m not!”

Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm laughed.

“Why not? You aren’t an anti nudism yourself. 24x7x365 you fuck us beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Certainly you are habitual of seeing our beautiful nude female Musalmān bodies almost always and even enjoy us sexually. What is new to you? I wonder.”*

I had a note on the fridge from Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl saying she would be out.

I figured I would lay out by the pool and get high.

I had snuck weed out of my Bahū Bégum, Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl’s, room before – she sometimes had a bag lying in plain sight but when I went into her bedroom it was as clean as a hound’s tooth.

Nothin.

Damn it!

I looked around her room a bit.

Nothing on the night stand, nothing in her closet, nothing in her bathroom.

I figured,

“Ok, what about her TV stand?”

I opened the double doors to her bedroom TV cabinet and found nothing but the TV.

I did find a key to the movie cabinet down below and figured I would give it a try.

I took the key and opened the cabinet and saw my prize!

It was a nice big bag of magically delicious weed!

There were some pre-rolled joints in the bag too so I helped myself and went to open the bag when I noticed something else in the cabinet.

Along with Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl’s collection of sappy love-story flicks, corny comedies, and Disney Flicks, there were some adult DVDs!!

There was also a stack of erotic magazines and a black velvet bag that contained an assortment of dildos, vibrators, and lube.

I looked at the magazines …mostly Hindu Muslimāt couples shots but all pretty graphic with photos of penetration and cumshots.

I never knew my over religious friend, Muħammad Qāsim’s, twenty eight years old immensely sophisticated Bahū Bégum, Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl, was so interested in Hindu Muslimāt Ashvinātam Sex.

Most of them were my own Sex videos with her own Ammī, Al Suraiyā Al Tāhir, and with her mother in law, Al Jāsiyah Al Saåūd.

There were three magazines which particularly surprised me because they were girl on girl flicks.

“Well well! … So Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl too likes beautiful Musalmān chicks as much as I do!” I thought.

I went through her DVDs and found more of the same.

Lots of straight guy, I, /Musalmān chick stuff with fucking and sucking and that sort but then I also saw she had a few lesbo/Sapphic oriented flicks as well as some movies with names like “Home-styled Swingers” with everything from young Musalmān ladies masturbating to me banging two Musalmān chicks at a time.

I was shocked but I was also now ferociously horny.
Was she interested in me sexually?

I never knew.
I grabbed a DVD from the cabinet and a joint.

I then went to Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl’s computer by the bed and popped the DVD in the drive.

I almost lit my joint then and there, but figured “Stupid! – She will smell it! – you almost got yourself busted!”

I just entered in her password.

She made the mistake of writing it down in her address book and I found it a while back the last time I looked for weed in her room.

I popped my Bahū Bégum, Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl’s, screen and I was going to hit play on her desktop movie viewer icon when I saw that her browser history was open on the side of her web-explorer.

Curious, I looked at her history and saw that she had been taking in a steady diet of porn viewing online. Some it was straight, some girl/girl but some of it was…well a shock for me- INCEST MOVIES!

“Really?” I thought, “Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl was viewing that? Damn it!!” I spent about a half hour looking through Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl’s smut and then played the DVD in drive and saw that it was full of my plowing beautiful Musalmān chicks doggy-style, beautiful Musalmān chicks doing three-ways, and some nut-busting anal scenes, complete with one chick and her twin sister doing ass to mouth as I plowed both of their glorious Musalmān assholes!!

Muħammad Qāsim had charged his twenty eight years old, immensely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Bahū Bégum, Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl, right.

Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl was interested in me sexually.

But he should have told me the evidences of it too.

“Al Saåīdah Al Jalāl is crazy for you sexually, Durgesh.” Muħammad Qāsim said furiously, “She is responsible to make my son leave my house.”

“Muħammad Qāsim,” I said curtly, “Muħammad Sultān isn’t actually your son, you know. You…”

“You want to claim his fatherhood now?” Muħammad Qāsim was suddenly horrified.

“Nonsense, Muħammad Qāsim, I’ve impregnated countless of my Musalmān friends’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives and fathered their sons. If I claimed…”

“Your Bhābhījāns wanted anal sex, Durgesh, I told you. It’s prohibited in Islam. Åmal-e-qaum-e-Loot…”

“And therefore you, my almost entire countless Musalmān friends request me to provide anal sex to their beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives?”

Muħammad Qāsim smiled cunningly.

“Well, what the hell else for our Anant Muslimātchod Hindu friend is after all?”

I watched him harshly.

“I had to fuck them in their beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass, though I called them ‘Bhābhījāns’.”

“Well, are you regretting it now?”

“We Hindus believe that a Bhābhī is as pious as mother herself.”

“Yet, right from your very childhood, you are fucking the beautiful Musalmān houseladies you called Ammīs, Bājīs, sisters, Bhābhījāns, you fuck my Ammi, don’t you?’

“Your Abbū requested me to fuck your Ammī.”

“Nonsense,”

I smiled bitterly.

“Muħammad Qāsim, you have thirteen elder sisters to you. Don’t you?”

“So what? My Abbū, Muħammad Åbdullah, never believed in family planning. We Musalmīn hate it. It’s against Islam.”

“That’s not what I’m telling you, damnfool.” I said bitterly, “Your Grandmother, Bégum Al Tihārat Al Saåīd, was compelling your Abbū,

Muħammad Åbdullah, to divorce your Ammī, Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an, because she couldn’t provide her a grandson.”

“Therefore you fucked my Ammī and fathered me?” Muħammad Qāsim asked me sarcastically.

“You don’t believe it?”

“I can’t believe that an only seven years old boy could fuck my Ammī who was already the mother of my three sisters. Even if I believe that my Ammī gave birth to my eldest sister when she was sixteen years old only.”
“Why not?”

“Why not? Because my Ammī should have been nineteen when she mothered my second sister, should have been twenty two when she mothered my third elder sister. You mean when you were only seven years old you fucked my twenty five years old Ammī and fathered me? Nonsense!”

“Your entire calculation is quite wrong, my child.” Muħammad Qāsim’s still immensely beautiful Ammī, Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an, contradicted her son suddenly.

We didn’t know when she had entered there.

“Ammījān,” Muħammad Qāsim stood up in her honor.

“Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an,” I smiled, “darling, your damnfool son, Muħammad Qāsim, thinks I didn’t father him actually.”

“Muħammad Qāsim,” Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an said, “You think I’m a cougar that loved to have sex with your young friend Durgesh to satisfy my sexual appetite.”

“Ammījān,”

“In those days, our parents married their daughters when they were not even born. I was married to Muħammad Åbdullah when I was only nine years old. Your eldest sister was born when I was thirteen only.”

“I can’t believe it,” Muħammad Qāsim smiled unbelieving it.

Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an smiled sarcastically, “your second elder sister was born when I was sixteen. Your third elder sister was born when I was eighteen. Durgesh didn’t fuck me when I was twenty five. He fucked me when I was twenty years old only. At my twenty two you were born.”

Muħammad Qāsim laughed.

“How old are you now, Ammījān?”

Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an smiled.

“What do you think?”

“Sixty?”

Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an laughed.

“You are yourself fifty, Muħammad Qāsim. I couldn’t be your Ammī when I was ten years old only.”

“You mean you are Seventy Two, Ammī?” Muħammad Qāsim was wide eyed, “I can’t believe it. You look hardly Sixty only.”

“Thanks for flattering me, my boy.”

“I’m not flattering you, Ammī. Wallah, you don’t look more than Sixty anyhow.”

“Muħammad Qāsim, Durgesh is having sex with me since fifty two years. He was thirteen then and I was twenty when we consummated our first sex.”

Muħammad Qāsim was crestfallen.

“You mean Durgesh is really my father?”

“Durgesh is really your father, my child.” Al Taqaddus Al Qur’an smiled, “Most of your friends have the same father, yet the different mothers. Durgesh was already fucking most of my Musalmān ladyfriends.”*

I said curtly,

“Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm, you are teasing me.”

“Certainly not. If you feel so, you can fuck me here and now, as much as you damn please!”

“That’s what you really want.”

“So what? I’m a fully grown up Musalmān young lady of twenty eight years old already. I can have sex with anyone I damn please! Can’t I?”

“You want me to fuck you here and now.”

“Sure, if you agree with me, undress yourself and come to me. We both are adults. We can have sex legally whenever we need it.”

“You are a PhD, Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm,”

“Oh, sure,”

“You must behave more sophisticated.”

Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm winked at me.

“Your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund is betraying your entire sophistication. Come on. I myself invite you.”

She suddenly jumped up, came to me and undressed me quickly so fast I couldn’t even protest her,

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was immediately in her dazzlingly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm was sucking me desperately caring damn whether I liked it, or not.

I was dumbfounded.

I never thought Al Nāsirah Al Qayyūm was so crazy to have sex with me.

Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade and her Seven Movements.*
Chapter 10

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Chapter 8

Durgesh Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid desperately wanted me to kiss her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

And, if not, to be alone so that she could touch it herself.

Yet, the reality was she was helpless to deal with her lust at the Moment, completely at the mercy of the hands of her sexy, but tentative Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Durgesh, the sixty five years old ever young Hindu miracle.

Eventually I decided I was about to burst if I kept touching her.

I ended the sexual tension as I picked her up and tossed her into the pool before diving in myself.

Both of us knew something was changing, yet both of us were unsure how to deal with the changing Ashvinātam relationship.

That afternoon Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid went shopping and bought a couple new toys for the bedroom, her sexual appetite not being quenched by her tiny vibrator.

A ten inch dildo, an eight inch vibrator with a dozen speeds and a massage wand were all things she looked forward to experimenting with to keep her sexually satiated and also to keep her from walking into my room and raping me.

Although she was pretty confident I would love it.

Each day Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid posed in a new outfit, each day my touches grew more and more intimate, and each day both of us pleasured ourselves with fantasies of crossing the line that was blurring more and more every day.

As much as I was getting more aggressive with my touching, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid was getting more seductive in her attire choices and scenarios:

-She lounged in the hot tub wearing a sexy one-piece.

-She sat on a running washing machine barely able to not come while I moved her around, oblivious to the impact of the vibrations of the machine on her ardent Musalmān pussy.

-She posed in all white lingerie: bra, garter, stockings and thong that had me near eruption at first sight, her legs looking sexy as hell in the silk stockings.

I, of course, spent even longer touching her Musalmān buttocks, the feeling of the silk a major turn-on.

-Then she pushed the envelope even further sauntering in late one evening wearing a Cat woman outfit, knowing full well that I loved Batman and particularly the original Cat woman: Julie Newmar, whom I met once on a shoot she was at when I was younger.

This was the day that I, without a doubt, knew Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid was enjoying this…enjoying the intimate Moments with me.

Nevertheless, she was teasing me and enjoying it.

It meant she was willing to cross the line?

I was both horny and indecisive and wanting to know if I should push it further.

During these teasing days, I indeed did get more aggressive.

I began to tell her to freeze randomly throughout the day while she was cooking or doing housework.

I started getting bolder as well, building confidence by inferring her outfit choices were a hint of her desire.

I began to slyly move my hands over her chest, never stopping but definitely crossing a line, and even began kissing her arms, neck and ear.

For Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid her neck was her trigger button and her knees gave out every time her neck was touched by my lips.

I, of course, noticed that Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid not only moved every time I kissed her neck, but her whole neck would go red.

This was an advantage I planned to keep working on in my attempt to eventually sleep with Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid, her hunger to somehow make this relationship sexual growing with every day, every touch, considered a more blunt approach.

As I was definitely getting more aggressive, but still not going for the sexual jugular, she created a conversation to push the situation further.

Dressed in a ridiculously sexy cheerleader outfit, wearing pigtails, and standing up with her arms in the air with Pom Poms in her hands, she posed in my bedroom, another not so subtle hint of her intentions.

I gasped when I walked into my bedroom and saw Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid in the outfit.

Like all teenage boys, cheerleaders are like kryptonite.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund immediately got hard and I tried to slyly adjust myself, but Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid noticed.*

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid couldn’t help but smile at seeing her impact on me, sensing the intimate end was close.

“Durgesh, I almost got fired today,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid lied, her boss now actually very happy with her performance, while remaining stoic.

“Really, why?” I asked, acting surprised, knowing she was very good at the job now, my Uncut Hindu Lund demanding to be released from its fabric prison.

“Well, a few perverts are slyly touching my vagina and making me moan,” She admitted quite boldly, entirely bravely unashamed of herself, “plus, my nipples get hard so easily when touched sexually.”

It was clearly a naughty opportunity.

I could never fail to sense it.

Wasn’t I an Anant Muslimātchod Hindu after all?

I walked in front of her,

“So you need to be able to be molested and not react?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Do you want me to help you with this?” I asked.

“Please,” she agreed, watching as my ever expert masculine Hindu hands went to her inviting Musalmān breasts.

Unlike before when I slowly moved my hands over them, this time I cupped them.

I couldn’t believe I was being allowed to feel her extremely beautiful Musalmān breasts, breasts she had fantasized me about cupping forever. I gave a firm squeeze before moving behind her, slowly putting my hand on her back and guiding her forward to finally bend her over like she had wanted to since day one of this crazy mannequin play time.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid, having given so many hints, was hoping I would take those hints and just flip up the skimpy skirt, tug down her thong and bury my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ; but instead I slowly moved my hand over her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī firm round Musalmān ass, squeezing it firmly.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid barely held in a moan, the anticipation of more fogging her head.

I pondered just asking her, ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’, but my smart cunning unorthodox demeanor rejected the lustful arrogant male persona that just was me.

Instead, I moved my hand smartly between her legs and to her burning female Musalmān crotch for the first time.

To my pleasant surprise, as my fingers touched her pussy, I felt her female Musalmān wetness.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid couldn’t help it,

she moaned loudly, her growing female Musalmān lust to be with me only enhancing the Ashvinātam pleasure.

Shame briefly cascaded through her at allowing the ever infamous among Musalmīn, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, to touch her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, yet her ever aggressive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī female Musalmān lust overpowered the shame.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid, instead, wiggled slightly against my finger.

I acknowledged,

“You definitely do need to work on this.”

“I knooooow,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid whispered, wishing I would slide my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund beneath the thin fabric and fuck her.

My finger lingered a few seconds before I suggested,

“I think all this weekend I will test you.”

“Okay,” she agreed, feeling a sudden emptiness as my finger moved away.

“Unfortunately, I am meeting up with Al Fātimah tonight,” I reluctantly said, looking at the clock and realizing I was going to be late, annoyed I had already made plans. “Actually, I’m going to be late.”

“Oh, okay,” she said, more disappointment hitting her.

I promised,

“Trust me, I’ll fuck you this weekend.”

“Promises, promises,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid flirted, standing up and turning around to coyly smile at me.

“Freeze,” I ordered.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid obeyed.

I put my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund on her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and rubbed it slowly, wanting to get her sexually excited.

Immensely happy, immensely pleasantly surprised, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid struggled not to moan, my confident expression turning her on even more, yet my unwillingness to just take complete control also frustrating her.

I moved away and smiled, “Have a great night, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.”

I kissed her on her quivering Musalmān lips and left her stewing in lust.

As soon as Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid heard the front door close, she fell onto my bed and began frantically rubbing herself, coming in seconds.

Allah, why the hell Durgesh only rubbed his ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund between her labial lips?

Why the hell didn’t he penetrate Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid?

As she lay there completely spent, she wondered what more she had to do to make me know, without a doubt, how much she wanted me.*

Saturday morning, Valentine’s Day, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid dressed in only her underwear and a long man’s button-up shirt as she made breakfast.

I came in and my morning wood stayed awake as I ordered,

“Freeze!”

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid smiled as she froze with a spatula in one hand and a pan in the other.

I moved to her, took the items out of her hands, and hugged her.

I then fondled her breasts and moved in so my lips were just brushing hers.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid wanted to kiss me, to give in to the lust she had been feeling grow more and more each day until it was at the undeniable fever pitch it now was.

I continued getting more brazen, squeezing her breasts, almost kissing her, moving my hand to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Being confident, I moved my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund inside Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid’s panties.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid moaned, the Moment of intimacy finally at hand, waiting for my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to slide inside her.

I teased Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid’s, now immensely greedy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, while staring simultaneously into her beautiful Musalmān eyes looking for an invitation to do more.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid was about to burst, the intense intimacy of the touches, the look of Hindu masculine lust in my eyes, being so close to crossing the taboo, but still to go all in.

I decided to go for, and after a couple minutes of teasing her, put my other hand on her Musalmān asscheeks, moved in and gave Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid a deep, you’re-not-just-my-Bahū Bégum, kiss, while continuing to tease her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with the constant rubbing of ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lundhead.

She somehow remained still, although when her tongue parted my lips, I responded with my tongue also.

The Ashvinātam kiss lasted minutes, both of us doing no more, no less, than kissing, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund never going any further, only teasing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot rubbing between her constantly quivering welcoming Musalmān labial lips.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid couldn’t believe how natural it felt, the weeks of waiting somehow further enhancing the Moment.

I meanwhile couldn’t believe this was happening.

The whole time I was kissing her, exploring her mouth, I was wondering what I should do next.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid suddenly felt a wave of guilt after a few minutes of kissing me, the ever infamous among Musalmīn, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.

She was committing Ashvinātam Sex.

Feeling overwhelmed, she broke the kiss and stammered,

“T-t-thanks for the practice.”

I nodded,

“Sure thing, Bahū Bégum,”

Nevertheless, I felt as if I had been punched in the gut.

That was the possibility however dealing with the over devotional beautiful Musalmān houseladies first time.

I was sure I had read the signs properly, and even being rejected thus, didn’t make me disillusioned with the whole thing.

We ate in relative silence, and then I boldly prepared to leave for work, my sex therapy job, with my other beautiful Musalmān houseladies patients.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid felt guilt during all her breakfast both at her lustful desire for me, the ever infamous among Musalmīn, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, and for pushing me away seeing in my eyes the hurt her rejection had on me.

Wanting to make it up to me, wanting to give me the ultimate Valentine’s Day present, she suggested, “Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, let’s celebrate Valentine’s Day together tonight.”

I could still read my Bahū Bégum anymore.

Before being pushed away today, I would have hoped that this meant crossing the line; what better day than Valentine’s Day to show complete love for someone.

Yet, now I wasn’t so sure; but hoping it was still a possibility, I agreed tentatively,

“Sure.”

All day, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid replayed the past month; she replayed how increasingly intimate it had gotten.

She replayed my hands on her breasts and my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund touching her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Lastly, she replayed the morning’s kiss.

In the end, the evidence was there and undeniable, without a doubt she wanted me, the ever infamous among Musalmīn, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid saw me as a man, a lover.

She decided she was going to go for the sexual kill, putting herself out there completely.

She was going to make herself completely vulnerable by giving herself to me.

She went shopping and purchased red sexy lingerie: bra, thong and thigh high stockings.

She got into the outfit and lay on my bed waiting for me to get home.

I came home feeling a mixture of excitement and caution. The look in her eyes as I left, gave me hope, yet being pushed away when I kissed her, gave me caution.

Albeit after a few minutes a lot of passion, cautioned me again.

Walking in the house, I closed the door and heard my Bahū Bégum call out,

“I’m in your room, honey.”

Immediately, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund hardened as I walked towards my room.

Excited, praying I hadn’t read all the signs wrong, I walked into my room to see Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid on all fours, on my bed, in all red lingerie.

She was staring at me and said, in her frozen state, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

I moved to my bed, all my cautions washing through me at once. I said,

“I think today we will really test your ability to stay frozen.”

She replied,

“Do whatever you want to me,” stressing the word ‘whatever’, giving me complete permission to use her magnificent female Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

I moved to her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, barely covered by the thong that left nothing to the imagination, and squeezed her ass cheeks.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid held in a moan, but couldn’t hold back a yelp when after a few seconds I playfully slapped her ass.

I continued rubbing her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, especially where I had created a slight red mark.

I then moved my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund down the crack of her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and all the way to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I said, as I pulled her thin fabric aside, deciding it was time to cross the line, slid my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her already very wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot,

“Let’s see if you have finally mastered staying frozen.”

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, the anticipated Ashvinātam pleasure was too much to hold in.

“You’re not being a very good statue today, Bahū Bégum,” I scolded, as I quickly pumped my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“I’m a bad Bahū Bégummmmmmmm,” she moaned, deciding to continue to give every hint of her willingness to commit the ultimate sin.

“I don’t want you to get fired,” I continued, furiously fucking her, hard enough she couldn’t help but move. “You need to be able to stay frozen while getting stimulated.”

“I know,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid moaned again, “but your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund is so hard.” After a Moment, she added, wanting my Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, “Maybe I need your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth first, to keep me quiet.”*

I froze myself, the offer of oral sex now was certainly new to this crazy, kinky game.

I asked,

“Is that what my Bahū Bégum wants, her mouth filled?”

“Yes, my darling Hindu father in law husband,” she agreed, “Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Bahū Bégum wife now, desperately wants to have her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth filled with your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund first completely. You can fill my other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān holes with it afterwards.” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid winked at me naughtily.

I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out and moved in front of Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.

I picked her up and put her on the floor repositioning her on her knees, her face now directly in front of my Hindu crotch.

Deciding to really enjoy the act, I dressed myself again, put her hand on my zipper and then moved her hand.

That was followed by moving her arms to tug my pants down and then my underwear.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid‘s eyes got big.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was long, hard and thick.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth watered and automatically opened up ready to receive my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

I looked down at her, her extremely beautiful open Musalmān mouth was so inviting, but again I was cautious, nevertheless.

I was 99 percent sure we were both thinking the same thing, but deciding I wanted to be 100 percent correct I asked,

“Does Bahū Bégum mannequin still want her mouth filled?”

“Allah, yes,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid replied.

My hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was an inch from her waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

I moved forward and slid my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid‘s panties instantly dampened the Moment her mouth was full.

She wanted to bob on the big hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, but remained frozen as instead I began to fuck her mouth.

I was in Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān heaven.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid’s greatest fantasy was taking shape, as I slowly moved my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her mouth.

I knew I was going to last long, the anticipation building for weeks, and after more than a couple of hours of slow moving back and forth I was close to coming.

I pulled out and asked,

“Does Bahū Bégum mannequin swallow?”

“Bahū Bégum mannequin does whatever you ask her to,” she responded, wanting me to understand she was giving herself mind, body and soul to me.

I slid my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund back into her mouth, moving it faster.

After some more strokes, I groaned and declared,

“Here it comes, Bahū Bégummmmmmmm.”

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid hadn’t swallowed cum in years, but like riding a bike one never forgets the skill, and as the cum shot into her mouth she eagerly swallowed my Hindu seed.

I continued slowly moving in and out until every last drop of my Hindu cum had been deposited.

Pulling out, I lifted her back onto the bed, laid her onto her back and decided it was time to worship perfection.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid lay there both vulnerable and excited; with the line now crossed, the guilt and caution dissipated completely.

She lifted my right leg up and moved my foot to her lips.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid sucked on my each Hindu masculine toe individually passionately.

I had rarely my feet pleasured, other than a massage, and as I watched the extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady treat her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā with such tenderness, I fell even more in love with Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.

She never was my Bahū Bégum, actually.

Her ever erring Musalmān husband was only one of my so many anti human Pseudo Musalmīn stepsons.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid replicated the attention on the other foot and then lowered my legs back onto my bed.

I then moved to her breasts and asked, like a gentleman considering I had just come in her mouth a few minutes ago, “Can I take your bra off, Bahū Bégum?”

“Please do,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid asked, smiling at my tentativeness still, now that all the lack of clarity was gone.

I pulled her up, expertly unclasped her bra and leaned her back down.

I said,

“I have wanted to see these like this forever.”

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid, breaking character, responded,

“Well, forever starts today, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

I smiled,

“I love you, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid,” as I leaned down and took her right nipple in between my thumb and forefinger.

“I love you, too, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Durgesh,” she moaned.

The pleasure of having her nipple squeezed was sending chills through her very Musalmān being.

I spent an eternity going back and forth between her tits, before finally going to her neck and splattering her with my hot Hindu masculine kisses.

“Allah! Oh God, my dear new Hindu husband forever,” she moaned, “you have found my weak spot.”

“You are my weak spot,” I responded.

“You know just what to saaaaay,” she whispered, her body and mind going to mush.

I then slowly slithered my way, my lips never breaking contact, between her breasts, slipping around her belly button and eventually reaching her sweet spot.

“Go ahead, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid purred, “Kiss my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”

I didn’t need any further encouragement as I leaned forward and began kissing her glistening Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Allah! God, yes, Durgesh,” she encouraged, “I’ve been waiting for this for so looong.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised to hear such a blunt declaration.

“Yes, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I always wanted you to be my lover. My duly married Musalmān husband wasn’t wrong completely after all. He knew what I actually wanted to do forever. I never lied to him. I never hid it from him.” she continued, throwing her heart on her sleeve, that is, if she had been wearing any.

“Oh, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid,” I groaned, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was hard again as I continued kissing her.

Her taste as perfect as I imagined it would be.

“Do you too want to be my lover, Durgesh?” she asked.

I said, between kisses,

“Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid, I want to be your everything.”

“Oh yes, Durgesh, I want your big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in me now,” she moaned, desperate to feel my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.

Those were the words she had been dreaming of speaking to me forever.

I moved up, positioned my stiff ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and watched as it disappeared inside her.

“Oh yessssssss, Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, fuck me,” she moaned, as the final line was crossed.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid,” I groaned, in awe of the reality that my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was now entirely buried in Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.

“Now it’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked,” she said, wrapping her legs around me, the ever infamous among Musalmīn, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, “and I need it bad, Durgesh. So please, fuck me hard.”

“As you wish,” I agreed, the words were music to her ears.

I began pumping my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Oh yesssss, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyāaaaaaaaaaaaa,” she moaned, “I love your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot deepest.” And she did…and now that she had crossed the line, she reveled in declaring it, in making it even more taboo by talking it shamelessly.

“And I love fucking you, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid,” I grunted, watching in awe as her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body moved with my each deep Hindu thrust; watching in awe at her beautiful faces of pleasure; listening in awe to the naughty words coming out of my extremely beautiful new Musalmān wife.

Every fantasy she ever had about me had culminated in this Moment, this reality and Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid didn’t want it to ever end.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid rubbed her clit, her long denied orgasm rising rapidly after just a couple of minutes of being fucked.

She continued talking, wanting to hear me talk sexy too, “Oh yes, Durgesh, tell me I’m your Bahū Bégum, your sexy, fuck toy Bahū Bégum.”

She still enjoyed incestuous sex with me!

Nevertheless, she wasn’t alone.

Most of my feminist Musalmān live in relationship partners did enjoy it with me ridiculing thus the male supremacy on womankind under their Everbest Wives Movement.

Saying such words were out of my comfort zone, yet they flowed out of her mouth naturally as I continued fucking her, each hard forward Hindu thrust was now making slapping sounds.

“You like my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid? You like being pounded by me, the ever infamous among Musalmīn, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu?”

“Oh yes, honeyyyyy, more, more,” she begged, frantically rubbing her clit, euphoria imminent.

“Come for me Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid, come all over your Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā’s hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund,” I continued, wanting to make her come, to get her off.

“Oh yes, yes, I want to be your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slut, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, yes, yes, your Bahū Bégum slut,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid babbled, so close.

“Come now, Bahū Bégum, come like the Bahū Bégum slut you are, my Bahū Bégum slut,” I demanded, sensing she needed to be talked dirty incestuous to so she could reach orgasm.

“Yessssss, you Bahū Bégumchod Hinduuuuuuuuuuuuu,” she screamed as the eruption finally hit her, creating tremors and pulsations that hit every inch of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

I continued fucking her, watching her scream and orgasm which somehow made her even more beautiful and made my Hindu balls begin to boil for a second time.

“Oh yes, Durgesh,” she moaned, staring into my eyes and sensing I was close too. “Fill your Bahū Bégum wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with your Hindu cum my Hindu father in law husband forever, I want to feel you spray your Hindu seed deepest in me.”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, my Bahū Bégum wife,” I whispered, loving every filthy word out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“You want to come in your Bahū Bégum wife,” she asked coyly before giving a second option, “Or would you rather come all over your Bahū Bégum’s face?”

I had always hated to do such an inhuman useless naughty act, another fantasy of her and I grunted, taking control again, as I pulled out, got off the bed and ordered,

“Get on your knees, my Musalmān slut.”

She quickly obeyed, loving a man who knew what she wanted, and opened her mouth just in time to have me shove it in.

I roughly fucked her face, dying to cum, and loving the loud slobbering sounds coming from Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.

Desperately close, I pulled out, pushed it into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot again deepest, and began furiously pumping my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in out and in.

“Oh yes, you sexy beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucking Hindu stud, come all over into your Bahū Bégum wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot deepest,” she begged, her incestuous dirty talk was the last straw to my orgasm.

My Hindu cum rocketed out and filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot deepest hitting her vaginal inside everywhere.

“That’s it my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, fill your Bahū Bégum wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot completely,” she purred, as one last stream hit her, forgetting just how warm my Hindu cum was when it splattered into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot deepest everywhere.

“So good,” I groaned, looking down at Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face was immensely proud of me.*

It was then I realized why she was so incestuous after all.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid wasn’t actually enjoying incest with me.

She was actually punishing her ever erring Musalmān husband that left her charging she was my live in relationship partner already.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid wasn’t incestuous actually as she claimed.

She was avenging her Musalmān husband.

They all were.

They were not my Bahū Bégum wives actually as they claimed to be.

They were avenging thus their Musalmān husbands they reviled infinitely.

That’s why they were my Bahū Bégum wives actually.

Not actually because they loved incest.

She purred,

“Agreed,”

She scooped up some of my Hindu cum off her Musalmān Choot and put it in her mouth, while never breaking eye contact with her new sixty five years old handsome Hindu husband .

“I can’t believe we did it,” I said, the reality of our act finally hitting me now that I was thinking with the head on top of my neck.

“I can’t believe we waited this long,” she countered, taking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund back in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She had no regrets even after the act was done.

She loved me and this was the most intimate way to show it.

“You’re insatiable,” I moaned, as she deep throated my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“You’re ever young and have lots of your Hindu masculine stamina,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid pointed out, taking my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her mouth and standing up.

Looking into my eyes, she asked,

“You don’t regret it, do you?”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! God, noooooooooo, Never! Certainly not! We are Hindu husband and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife now, forever!” I said, “I am just still in awe of it all.”

“Good, because your new Bahū Bégum wife expects this to be a regular thing,” she declared, “in fact, I hope you plan to sleep in my bed from tonight.”

“Sure, my new Bahū Bégum wife, I plan to sleep in our bed every night,” I corrected, stressing the word ‘our’.

“Well, you are the man of the house,” she smiled.

“I love you, Bahū Bégum,” I said gently.

“I love you too, my Hindu father in law husband,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid replied.

We both looked into each other’s eyes and saw infinity.

Tonight was the beginning of our infinity.

We both leaned forward and kissed each other knowing that we were no longer just Hindu father in law and Musalmān Bahū Bégum.

we were actually Hindu father in law husband and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Bahū Bégum wife.

Chapter 9

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Bahoo Bégum

Chapter 7

Durgesh Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid looked in the mirror and sighed.

Although only forty-one and still in amazing shape, she couldn’t see even the first wrinkles of aging.

Nevertheless, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid was so finicky for her female Musalmān beauty that watching an infomercial on television about an anti-aging crème, she ordered it, desperate to keep the vibrant youthful look that had always kept her employable.

A professional model since her teen years, she had been told her whole life how beautiful she was, but age was not her friend and she hadn’t liked to feel not beautiful of late.

Since hitting forty, the kryptonite age for models, the gigs had slowed down considerably and although she had always been financially secure for herself, she was determined to get a good trust fund for future and thus needed to keep working.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid and I were travelling throughout Europe.

We were very close.

Nonsense!

Nothing sexual even then.

It was entirely a platonic relationship.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid was my stepdaughter in law, and stepdaughter in law only, nothing else.

We had always had each other only.

Her deadbeat husband, and my absentee stepson, walked out before their daughter was born.

He charged her she was living in relationship with me already.

Utter nonsense!

He was more devoted to Pseudo Islam than he was even attached to his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.

Although Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid was beautiful, she had not been in a relationship in years, having been betrayed over and over by men who wanted to bed with ‘a model’ and wake up with her.

Instead, the only man she cared about was I.

Just when things were beginning to look grim, she got a job at an upscale store that used living mannequins.

They were very insistent on preserving the illusion and mannequins moving or flinching or reacting to customers is a big no-no.

Having modelled and posed for years, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid assumed that the job wouldn’t be overly difficult, having worked with some very demanding and intense photographers.

Yet, over the first week, she really struggled to not react slightly when customers moved close to her, made faces and especially when men made lewd comments toward her.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid was still a very beautiful woman, with firm long legs, blonde hair, blue eyes, a tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and big breasts that were still firm and amazing looking even without the right push-up bra, and thus was admired by boys and men.

The manager threatened her to either do it completely right or he would have to replace her.

Having been replaced by younger models for many jobs in the past couple of years, she was determined to keep the job and prove him wrong.

That night, during dinner, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid explained her problem to me.

I suggested,

“You should practice at home.”

“That’s a great idea,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid nodded.

I had spent my whole life around beautiful models.

I still saw Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid as the most beautiful woman in the world.

I explained,

“I never liked your modeling, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid. You know it. Nevertheless, you keep doing it. Well, understand something cold and hard if you are still adamant to keep modeling. The key is to get used to being touched or ogled.”

“I know,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid agreed, “I usually don’t care what anyone says to me, or if some creepy guy is checking me out, but I feel so helpless when I’m not allowed to move. I feel completely vulnerable.”

“Let’s finish eating and then I’ll help you practice,” I offered.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid liked the idea of me touching Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.

“Sure, what have I got to lose?” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid agreed.

“Your job,” I quipped, loving to tease Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.

“Durgesh,” she laughed.

I was always able to cheer her up.

Once dinner was done, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid posed in a similar position as she did at work, dressed in a 1950’s poodle skirt, as part of that week’s ‘decades’ theme.

I moved her arms and legs a bit, poked her on the side and made funny faces at her. She struggled a bit, especially when she was poked in the side, but overall did better.

That night, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid masturbated while thinking of fucking me like she usually did, but this time the scenario changed as she imagined me moving her into positions in which Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid wanted me to fuck her.

The next day Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid did better at work and thus began a daily routine of mannequin practice.*

Every night we spent about fifteen minutes practicing, each day I spending a little longer touching Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid, even tickling her, during which Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid really struggled with maintaining her composure.

Each evening, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid masturbated herself with taboo fantasies of incest imagining making love to me.

The following week Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid came home Sunday with her outfit for Monday.

She walked in front of the television and froze wearing a tennis outfit with a very short skirt while holding a tennis racket.

My everlastingly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate gifted, matchless, extreme noticeable Uncut Hindu Lund instantly hardened at the sight of Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid in such a sexy outfit.

I stood up and pulled the racket out of her hands.

The television show was no longer interesting.

Although a struggle, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid stayed in position.

I treated her like a live Barbie doll moving her head, arms, and legs, being more aggressive than I had been in the past.

Then, getting slightly more adventurous, I ran my hands down her perfectly toned legs.

Although I loved everything about her: her blonde hair, exotic green eyes, dazzling smile, great Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, perky breasts and overall great personality, it was her legs with her prominent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, whether bare and tanned or in any style of hosiery, thigh highs, pantyhose, fishnets, garter and stocking, that really turned me on.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid felt a chill go up her spine and a tingle down below at the intimate touch of mine, but credited it to the incredible lack of intimate contact in recent years.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid didn’t want this to end, but also didn’t want to seem like a pervert, and thus ended the sly touching of Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.

We continued practicing every night and Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid began to both look forward to her playtime with me and to get sexually excited by my Hindu masculine touch.

At first she found the practice time a fun activity to do with me, something out of the ordinary and different.

Yet as time progressed, it began to be strangely erotic in a taboo but innocent way.

She enjoyed my strong, firm Hindu masculine hands on her beautiful mature young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, a sudden reminder of the intimacy she had long forgotten existed.

She began to make it a game by every night posing when I came home from Presidential Office of HVSI, always in a different outfit, the one she was to wear the next day at work.

One day she dressed in camping gear, another day in tight running shorts, another time in a beautiful cocktail dress, another day as a maid.

Each day I tested Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid, each day I got rock hard and each day my touches became just slightly more intimate, always trying to push the boundary just slightly, wondering how far Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid would really let me go.

Never touching her ever erect proud Musalmān breasts or her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, but each day moving closer and closer to the forbidden area.

As much as I was tempted, I was the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu after all.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid was getting more and more confused.

Why did she like my Hindu masculine touch so much?

Why did she look forward to these imitate Moments?

Why was she craving for my touch?

Why was she having dreams that ended up with her having sex with me? She continued to blame it on her lengthy dry spell, but every day the temptation seemed to grow inside her more and more.

‘Is incest really such a bad thing?’ she pondered to herself after the most recent touching where my fingers were teasingly close to her damp Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Every night without fail, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid masturbated imagining me making love to her, the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu among Musalmīn.

Even though Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid still didn’t think there was a chance of anything more than the playful touching sessions… Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid was beginning to wonder if the possibility did exist.

Meanwhile, as the days went on, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid could no longer deny it.

The past few days my masculine Hindu touch had been undeniably turning her on, making her wet and desperate for more.

My strong Hindu hands gently caressing her shoulders, slithering ever so slowly down her legs and gliding teasingly close to her long neglected private parts was driving her mad with insatiable desire, creating a fire that she couldn’t extinguish no matter how hard she tried with moral logic and Islamic responsibility.

The last two days she had pleasured herself in her room with her small vibrator wishing it was bigger and more powerful, and each time as she reached climax my ever excellent utmost handsome masculine Hindu face inexplicably popped into her head.

She had considered stopping the unique Muslimāt Hindu bonding experience knowing it was causing these taboo dreams, fantasies and feelings, but it really had helped with her job and she didn’t merely enjoy the time with me, it was her daily highlight.

So instead of quitting, like an ardent Musalmān houselady should do, she began to pose in sexier outfits, in hotter positions and scenarios, deciding to create fantasies for both of us…not sure she was willing to cross the line, but enjoying the attention she was getting from a man, albeit the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.

On Saturday, she suggested we go for a swim in the backyard pool.

I never thought it was anything out of the ordinary as we often spent the weekend lounging in and around the pool.

Even though it was late January, in San Diego every day was a great day for a swim.

When I came out of the house, I saw Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid standing there, lotion in her hand, in a beautiful two piece bikini that didn’t remotely hide her excellent Musalmān breasts and really showcased her legs.

I instantly had a tent in my trunks, one I couldn’t hide.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid saw the impact of her pose and outfit on me and broke into a wicked cunning immensely proud smile, before quickly returning to her stoic position in anticipation of my Hindu masculine hands on her.

I walked over to her and for the first time since doing this, talked during the playtime.

“I think you need to be protected from the sun.” I laughed at the accidental pun, witticism, joke.

I took the lotion out of Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid’s hands, just as Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid had hoped I would.

I poured the lotion liberally into my hands and slowly coated Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid’s body from head to toe.

I started with the back of her neck, shoulders and arms.

My touch was purposefully sly and gentle, wanting to enjoy every second of it, yet also hoping somehow, someway through my touch Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid would see me not as the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, but as a man.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid loved how soft and tender my touch was.

Part of her wanted to just give in to her growing desires and kiss me on my lips, yet knowing that Ashvinātam sex was wrong in Musalmīn, and she was an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman, she resisted even as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot burned for my Hindu masculine attention.

I moved my hands in the beautiful crevice between Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid’s breasts, my fingers dangerously close to the breasts.

The temptation to go further was almost unbearable, but my respect for her Swayamvar right, overrode my own temptation, instead testing the boundaries by moving teasingly close to her taboo parts.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid couldn’t think straight.

She wanted me to cup her breasts, kiss on her erect Musalmān tits, give her the long resisted pleasure she barely remembered.

I could see Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid’s erect nipples through the thin bikini fabric and felt confident my touch was turning her on as much as it was me.

Yet, not wanting to linger too long in one spot, I continued moving lower, spreading on her toned belly, hips and back.

Disappointment rushed through Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid as I moved away from her breasts, even though she did love the feel of my hands all over her, especially her burning Musalmān buttocks.

I knelt in front of her.

Now, my face was directly in front of Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I wondered if she was shaved…was she wet…was I really having the impact on her that I thought I was?

Again as Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid looked at me below her, she was tempted to grab my head and pull me into her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

She knew I stared at her often, assumed it was likely a fantasy of hers, having read online about many theories that all Hindus want to fuck the beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

But would I actually be willing to be more than a stepfather in law?

Would a gentleman like me fuck her hard like she wanted it?

In reality, it was even more than obvious to her, I was the only person she loved; the only one she could truly trust…why not do the only thing left that would show me she loved me unconditionally.

I was her everything and the idea that I could be more than just a stepfather in law…I could also be a lover was both appealing and, yet, terrifying.

I felt my mouth water, the idea of tugging the skimpy bikini down and tasting her spinning in my head.

I had to keep reminding myself she was my Bahū Bégum, even though, of course, I knew she was ravenous for me.

However, that was what made the temptation even greater.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid always having been my greatest stroke responsibility for my stepson left her charging she was living in relationship with me already.

Every girl I dated nowadays, I compared to Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.

And none, no matter how pretty, how sexy, could remotely live up to the Musalmān woman that already loved me… Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.

After applying lotion to her thighs, my fingers so close to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, I slowly, like a snail, moved down her legs, generously adding lotion to every inch of her toned Musalmān legs all the way to her perfectly manicured feet.

Done, I stood up and began moving her in a few different positions.

I wanted to just bend her over, wanted to see her firm Musalmān ass in that position, but I resisted the temptation, reluctantly keeping it appropriate even as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund begged for major inappropriateness.

Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was on fire.

Chapter 8

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Parkāyā Pravésh: 1

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Parkāyā Pravésh

Chapter 1

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan must have heard me.

“It’s Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb on line there,” she said.

I perked up immediately.

“Okay. Thanks.” I stabbed the button for line three. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Is it a good time?” Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb said. “I tried calling your cell phone, but you didn’t answer.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I was on another call. An important one.” I frowned at the memory, but then took a deep breath and forced a smile. “What can I do for you?”

“I need help, Durgesh,” she said frankly, and I sat forward.

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” I bellowed, ignoring the intercom.

“You don’t have to shout,” she smiled when she appeared in the door. “I’m right here.”

“Book me on the next flight to Blacksburg, Virginia,” I said. “And have a rental car waiting at the airport. Also, call U-Haul, or Ryder, or whoever, and rent a truck for a one-way trip.”

“Are you on a white knight errand?” she asked, smiling wryly.

“My little girl needs help.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan leaned against the doorframe. “What happened?”

“Her car died and she doesn’t have a way to get home from Office. The dealership told her it would be two weeks before they’d have the parts. Damned Eurotrash imports!”

She rolled her eyes.

It was one of his frequent rants.

“Anyway,” I continued, “it’s a good time for me to go—”

“To escape, you mean,” she smiled teasing me.

“—and I’m…” I turned impish myself. “Am I that obvious?”

She smiled fondly and shook her head.

“Yeah, I guess I’m taking an impromptu vacation. But I won’t really be out of contact. I’ll have my laptop and my cell phone. Pramod can handle Raytheon, and you can handle everything here.”

She nodded.

“So I’m going to rescue my little girl.”

“She isn’t your little girl.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “She is already twenty eight and her Ammī, Al Rashīdah Al Faisal, is forty eight already. Give Rashīdah auntie some time for herself now, please. She left her husband for you when Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb was actually a little girl. You’re enjoying Rashīdah auntie’s dazzling Musalmān beauty for more than twenty years now. Still you bulldoze her so much that she was complaining.”

“Nonsense,” I smiled winking at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, “Al Rashīdah Al Faisal is still ravenous when I bulldoze her on the bed. Sālī, you want me to bulldoze only Jet Musalmān Beauties. Below forty only.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.

“What’s wrong in that? We need your permanently stanch, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund more into our more ravenous, more needy Musalmān Cunts than those above forty. They have enjoyed their share already too much.”

I smiled cunningly.

“That’s what my Brāhmañ and Savarñ women themselves claim that my Musalmān women have enjoyed their share already too much. Now, it’s their time.”

“Brāhm Kalp?”

“Isn’t it?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly herself.

She didn’t respond to it, deliberately.

“I’ll make all the arrangements,” she added. “Do you want me to drive you to the airport?”

I considered for a moment, but then shook my head.

I didn’t want to inconvenience her.

Besides, I needed her running things in the office.

“I’ll take a limo,” I said.

She nodded.

“I’ll have the driver meet you at the house.”

With a nod and a smile, I turned back to my computer.

I had a dozen e-mails to send before I left.

I’d also have to tell Al Rashīdah Al Faisal, but she wouldn’t care.

She and Al Kulsoom Al Faisal had a pageant in San Diego.

I vaguely recalled that it was part of the Miss California USA competition, but I didn’t give it a second thought.

Virginia was hot.

Hot and sticky.

I had already worked up a sweat just walking to my rental car.

Five minutes later, with the air conditioner on full blast, I was headed toward Blacksburg and the Virginia Tech campus.

I called Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb once I was sure of my bearings.

She gave me directions to her dorm, but I remembered the place from when I’d brought her to her Office.

She met me in the lobby and my eyes lit up when I saw her.

Unlike Al Rashīdah Al Faisal and Al Kulsoom Al Faisal—who were salon blondes—Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb was dark-haired.

And while Al Rashīdah Al Faisal and Al Kulsoom Al Faisal were busty—courtesy of very expensive boob jobs—Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb was petite and natural.

She was nothing like her mother or sister, and I liked that just fine.

She hugged me tight.

“Thanks for coming. I could’ve driven home by myself, but…”

“Nonsense,” I said. “That’s what I’m for. They say I can’t see any Musalmān damsel in distress ever.”

She laughed, looped her arm through mine and leaned her head on my shoulder.

“Thanks, Hindu Albuåūlatul Muslimāt. They are right. You’re really the best.”

We picked up the rental truck and returned to the dorm, where they loaded Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb’s things.

I couldn’t imagine how she’d fit so much stuff in her tiny dorm room.

It filled nearly half of the small truck.

After she checked out of the dorm, we had dinner and spent the night in a hotel.

Her car was still with the dealer, but I arranged for us to send it cross-country when the repairs were complete.

The service manager had balked at my “request,” but the dealership’s general manager understood the unspoken threat in my voice.

The next morning, Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb and I were on the road by seven o’clock, with sausage biscuits and hot coffee.

I cringed at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s imagined reproach, but I savored the buttery biscuit and willed her to silence.

“What’re you smirking at?” Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb asked.

I controlled heating my cheeks.

“Smirking?”

“Yeah. Just now. You were smirking.”

“I shouldn’t be eating this,” I admitted.

“Because of your cholesterol?”

I nodded.

In the blink of an eye, she snatched the biscuit and began rolling down her window.

“Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb, no!”

She tossed it out, wrapper and all.

“Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb, that was my breakfast!”

“We’ll stop for an early lunch,” she said, unperturbed.

I glared at her.

“You know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s going to ask me how you ate,” she said. “And I won’t lie to her.”

“You could’ve lied this once,” I muttered, half serious, half joking.

“No, I couldn’t’ve. If you won’t take care of yourself, the women in your life will just have to do it for you.”

I wondered whether Al Ůzrah Al Ħabīb had really gone through Parkāyā Pravésh.

Or was it her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ħabīb himself who had gone through Parkāyā Pravésh?*

Kħadījah Muħammad, my outqueen, my confidential secretary, my everything, smiled at me.

“Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā, an executive type is anxiously and impatiently waiting in the outer office.”

“BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā ?” I asked.

“BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā.” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled, “He seems accustomed to getting what he wants.”

Kħadījah Muħammad was only two years younger than me.

Yet she never looked more than thirty four.

“He wants to consult me?”

“Yes.”

“The Bachhalyās are already Vishishŧ Brahm, Kħadījah Muħammad,” I said thoughtfully, “They are almost as capable as myself.”

“Nonsense,” Kħadījah Muħammad retorted, “Nobody is as capable as you are. You have almost infinite Shaktimān, almost infinite experiences, almost omnipotent you are. The Bachhalyās are your sons from Brahm Jagdambās and their descendants only. There’s almost infinite difference in your Shaktimān and capabilities, etcetera.”

I smiled.

“Did he tell you something about what he wants me to consult about?”

“No,” Kħadījah Muħammad kept smiling, “Sorry. That’s a mystery.”

“What’s the mystery?”

“All he has told me is that he is willing to pay any fee reasonable to have you a buffet dinner tonight.”

I smiled.

“Kħadījah , you should have told Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā that I’m never a paid entertainer. We are busy people. It’s Infinite BrāhmKalp now. We have a busy schedule today already. I see clients only by appointment.”

“I told him all that. He has come here from Brahm Ayodhyā Creations and he says you have infinite bodies.”

“Kħadījah Muħammad, I…”

“As if he himself doesn’t have,”

“Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā has only countless bodies.”

“Oh,”

“You’ve already snatched away his wife, Arundhatī Joshī from him when he was Vinod Sharmā.”

“What?” I was startled.

“He hopes you owe him to help in keeping his present wife, Anjali Chaturvedī to him now.”

I was dumbfounded.*

Kħadījah Muħammad looked at me dubiously.

“I don’t think that BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā wants you as a social lion. He said he would like to have you get a feminine partner of your own choosing, and that he would like to have you observe a certain person and give him your impression of that person.”

“He said I’ve snatched away from him his wife Arundhatī Joshī when he was Vinod Sharmā?” I watched Kħadījah Muħammad thoughtfully.

“That’s right.”

“He is from Brahm Ayodhyā Creations?”

“That’s what he said.”

“There are countless Brahm Ayodhyā Creations.”

“Sure, Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations is leading all of them today.”

I smiled.

“Kħadījah Muħammad, you’ve met Arundhatī Joshī and Vinod Sharmā both.”

“Yes,”

“Is BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā Vinod Sharmā?”

“Vinod Sharmā is dead. His Ammī didn’t allow his body to be disposed of electrically. He wasn’t cremated.”

“BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā has the same body?”

“Certainly not. He has an entirely different ever young body. The Bachhalyās are Vishishŧ Brahm, Durgesh. They are themselves eternals as we ourselves are. It’s Infinite BrāhmKalp now everywhere.”

“Yet Kaliyug has its projection still now for 4, 27, 000 years. Don’t forget it. It’s essential.”

“How the hell can I? It’s disturbing us most frequently everywhere.”

“Not most frequently, frequently only. Show Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā in, Kħadījah .”

Kħadījah Muħammad flashed me a seductive grateful smile, returned to the outer office and a moment later was back with a man somewhere in his late twenties.

He had steady black eyes that flashed out from under his smart eyebrows.

It was an integral characteristic of the Bachhalyās that they were always young, handsome and powerful.

I was their father and the Brahm Jagdambās were their mothers.

I always dreamed of to see the Dvij Hindus as young, as handsome and as powerful as the Bachhalyās were, if not better.

But the Dvij Hindus lacked the ever excellent upbringing the Bachhalyās had from their Brahm Jagdambās mothers, Brahmarshi maternal grandfathers and Brahmarshi maternal uncles.

Dvij Hindus also lacked the optimum paternal care from their Param Purush father, Vishishŧ Brahm paternal Grandfather and Vishishŧ Brahm paternal uncles.

Bachhalyās were always number one administrators consequently undisputedly.

In this Infinite BrāhmKalp, the Bachhalyās were actually ever unconquerable.

Dvij Hindus were the second one.

The traditional Brāhmañs were the third.

The Muslims were the fourth.

Infinite BrāhmKalp lacked the other societies basically.

“Your Excellency, I’m BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā from Brahm Ayodhyā Creations. I’m a businessman.”*

I smiled slightly.

“I thought so.”

“What?”

“A student of character would so classify you.”

“I see. You mean you are a student of character?”

“Any trial lawyer, any politician, likes to think that he is. If he’s at all successful he has to be. Won’t you be seated?”

“Thank you, Your Excellency,”

BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā sat down across the table from me, regarded me thoughtfully, then leaned forward and put his elbows on the table.

BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā’s heavy shoulders and neck gave him an air of belligerence.

“Sir,” he said politely, “that is one of the reasons I came to you despite my past experiences of you, are that you would again throw me to the wolves if there comes any beautiful lady that deserves protection more than I do.”

“I see. What’s the reason?”

“That you are a judge of character.” BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā said politely, “I need you to do some judging for me, Your Excellency.”

“You said you were Vinod Sharmā once.”

“That’s right. I suffered from a severe heart attack and couldn’t keep my life then.”

I eyed him sympathetically.

“A man should be strong enough to take anything adverse so that it doesn’t cause any heart attack to him. He is the Sun of his family, Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā.”

“My family rejected me to keep me as her Sun. She needed a better Sun, you.”

“Are you complaining to me for it, Mr. BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā?”

“I would certainly have if I were Vinod Sharmā still now.”

“I see.”

“I was a damnfool then, Your Excellency,”

“Call me ‘Durgesh’. I prefer to be called thus more. If you don’t have any adverse prejudice against it, I mean.” I smiled.

“Thank you.” BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā too smiled, “‘Durgesh’, then. I learned my lesson in the hard way. I thought a wife must be loyal to her husband,”

“Even if the husband doesn’t care to fulfill his duties towards her?”

“Well, a family needs sacrifice if we want to keep it.”

“Sacrifice from a wife always?”

“Not always.”

“Oh,”

“Arundhatī Joshī, my wife then, should have divorced me if she wasn’t happy with me.”

“And since Arundhatī Joshī didn’t divorce you, she ‘cheated’ you instead, you let a heart attack dominate you. What a manly step! Arundhatī Joshī was the only woman for you in the entire Multiverse? Why couldn’t you yourself divorce Arundhatī Joshī , if you felt she cheated you? Vinod Sharmā, a woman appreciates a strong man, not a man as weak as you were when you were Vinod Sharmā.”

BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā looked at me appreciatively.

“I accepted that I learned my lesson in the hard way, Sir. I thought you were my friend and…”

“Didn’t I advise you, Vinod Sharmā, to be more careful to your wife, Arundhatī Joshī, than you were then?”

“Well, you said I should let her suck my penis, to have anal sex with her.”

“And you couldn’t do it?”

“My traditional Brāhmañ sacraments then, never let me understand your Bachhalyā ethics.”

“These aren’t Bachhalyā ethics, BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā, these are Vedic Ethics instead. And these are never impractical.”

“I understand, now.”

“It’s your reincarnation, Punarjanm?”

“Parkāyā Pravésh.”

“How? You are a Bachhalyā now. The Bachhalyās are Vishishŧ Brahm, eternals. They never die. Then how could you get a Bachhalyā male body for your Parkāyā Pravésh?”*

BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā smiled.

“Sure. Who else can know more about the Bachhalyās than the original Bachhalyā that caused Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī to establish an endless Bachhalyā Empire destroying the traditional Brāhmañ Empire then forever?”

I eyed BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā scornfully.

“I hate every tradition if it isn’t scientific anymore, progressive and ‘Janébhyah’.”

“I understand.” BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā said, “I need some good detective work and don’t want it to be known to my family members.”

“Oh,”

“There are some problems when you belong to a Bachhalyā family.”

“Every family has its own individual personal problems whether Bachhalyā or otherwise. There isn’t any family, Bachhalyā, Brāhmañ, Musalmān or whatsoever that doesn’t have its own problems.”

“That’s right. But I’m telling something else.”

“I see.”

“A Bachhalyā family is somewhat far more different from the Brāhmañ families, Musalmān families, Dvij Hindu families and the rest of the other families.”

I watched BrahmRaxak Bachhalyā thoughtfully.

“I am listening to your observation.”

“A Bachhalyā family consists of Vishishŧ Brahms. It isn’t easy to plan something, even in their own benefit, concealing it from the utmost knowing Bachhalyās.”

“I understand what you want to say.” I smiled, “You have come here from a traditional Brāhmañ family. It isn’t easy for you to plan something clandestine for the utmost brilliant Vishishŧ Brahms of your family. You want my help? Okay. Tell me what your actual problem is now.”
Chapter 2

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Parkāyā Pravésh: Index

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Parkāyā Pravésh

Index

1. Chapter 1

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Just Eighteen Just Adult: 40

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Chapter 40

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Faisal

Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām

I smiled.

“You are right again. I see you do understand more than the other Musalmān girls of your own age.”

“It’s because you fuck me.” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said entirely indebted to me, immensely gratefully.

“Nonsense, Al Nādirah Al Faisal, you always say that. Nevertheless, it’s wrong. Absolutely wrong. I told you that every time.”

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Young Musalmān Lady Brigade claim you want to keep hiding yourself.”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! I told you too many times that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade are strategic when they claim so. It’s only their political strategy, nothing true at all.”

“I have argued it with them.”

“Oh,”

“They say you are Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhisslām.”

“And I don’t know it, myself?” I laughed.

“You know but you don’t want to announce it.”

“Nonsense, why?”

“Because it’s your diplomatic strategy to establish Islam once again forever.”

“There are some Musalmīn who claim I’m the ever worst enemy of Islam.” I said bitterly.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal laughed patronizing me,

“Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām, that’s again your brilliant strategy to fool non-Muslims. You want to keep them in dark until they aren’t Musalmīn themselves before they are aware of it.”*

Chapter 41

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Just Eighteen Just Adult: 39

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Chapter 39

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Faisal

Al Nādirah Al Faisal was really getting turned by the idea of it, too.

She’d never been that close to a naked girl either.

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was really lush.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal wanted to touch her.

All over.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal took a step closer to her and put her arms around her waist.

“If you’re going to give yourself an orgasm, the more aroused you are to start, the more intense it will be. I’ll start by teaching you how to kiss. Put your arms around my neck and pull me close to you.”

Hesitatingly, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal did what Al Nādirah Al Faisal asked, and with her arms around her waist, Al Nādirah Al Faisal pulled her close to her.

Their pert Musalmān breasts pressed together.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal could feel an electricity run through her body; her nipples immediately hardened.

She tilted her head and pressed her lips against hers.

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal’s mouth was rigid, lips closed tightly together.

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal kissed her lightly and pulled away.

“Okay, open your mouth a little bit.” Al Nādirah Al Faisal put a finger, longwise, between her lips and ran it up and down. “Okay, loosen up, and keep your mouth open. Then follow my lead and do what I do back to me.”

Al Nādirah Al Faisal kissed her again, and tentatively, she returned it.

They kissed some more, and she was beginning to get the hang of it.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal was getting turned on and, judging from her breathing, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was too.

Her eyes opened in wide surprise when Al Nādirah Al Faisal slipped her tongue in her mouth.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal explored the inside of her mouth, and when Al Nādirah Al Faisal started rubbing her tongue against hers, she picked it up and reciprocated.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal drew her tongue into her mouth and sucked hard on it.

Her breath was coming in gasps.

Their young Musalmān bodies slithering and sliding against each other.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal could feel the wetness in her pussy.

She pulled Al Waħīdah Al Faisal over to the bed and they lay together, still locked in a tight embrace.

By this time, Al Nādirah Al Faisal had forgotten that she was just going to teach her how to masturbate.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal had never been with, or touched another girl before.

She was experienced with normal sex with me only.

No lesbianism at all.

Her body, her skin, felt wonderful under her hands.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal moved a hand up to her breast, gently feeling all the contours, then squeezing and kneading.

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal looked at Al Nādirah Al Faisal.

Her eyes had lost any sense of apprehension or wariness.

She looked lost in lust.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal skimmed her hands over her nipples, feeling them harden and pooch out from her puffy areolas.

She started to moan when Al Nādirah Al Faisal rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers.

She cried out when Al Nādirah Al Faisal pulled on them, but it was a pleasure cry, not one from pain.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal really wanted to suck her beautiful young Musalmān tits, but Al Nādirah Al Faisal didn’t want to freak her out completely, so Al Nādirah Al Faisal let her hand travel down between her legs.

It had been a long time since she’d felt any pubic hair, since Al Nādirah Al Faisal shaved hers.

Hers was soft and silky.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal combed her fingers through it.

She caressed her mound, and as her hand went lower and lower, she started to writhe.

Cupping her pussy, Al Nādirah Al Faisal squeezed and released, squeezed and released, massaging her fat outer lips, that were now swollen with her arousal.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal dipped her middle finger into her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit and ran that up and down a few times.

She was soaking wet, and the odor coming from her was turning Al Nādirah Al Faisal on harder and harder.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal wanted to put her head down there to lick and taste her.

Instead, Al Nādirah Al Faisal put her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them to see if she tasted any different than she herself did.

It was similar, but hers was a little tangier.

Her fingers went back into her slit, and when Al Nādirah Al Faisal reached her vagina, she dipped one in there.

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal gasped at the invasion, then settled back and whispered as Al Nādirah Al Faisal ran her finger around and around inside her, touching all her hot slippery walls.

Reaching higher, Al Nādirah Al Faisal circled her clit, slowly, lightly at first, then gaining speed and adding pressure.

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal tipped her pelvis, thrusting herself into her hand.

Her fingers flew faster and faster over her swollen nub.

“Allah! Oh my, what is happening? What is haaappenning to meee….eeee…OH OH AHHHH!”

She was screaming as her first ever orgasm ripped through her body.

Her stomach was quivering, her legs were shaking, and she was completely lost in the sensation.

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal lay back, panting.

“Allah! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh. my God. I didn’t know anything could feel that good,” Al Waħīdah Al Faisal gasped.

“So now you know how to do it yourself?”

“Yeah….. Al Nādirah Al Faisal?”

“Hmm?”

“Um, would you like me to do that to you?”

“Yes.”

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal rolled toward Al Nādirah Al Faisal and brought her lips to hers.

She sure figured out kissing in a hurry.

Her hand reached for her breast, and she worked over her nipples, just Al Nādirah Al Faisal had done hers.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal couldn’t believe how hot Al Nādirah Al Faisal was.

Expertly, she twisted and pulled her nipples, finding that point where pain met pleasure.

Her breath was coming in ragged gasps.

Her pussy was soaked.

Her hand reached between her legs, finding her center.

She fingered and rubbed Al Nādirah Al Faisal as if she had been doing it all her life.

She grasped her clit, rolling it between her fingers, immediately pushing over the edge.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal screamed as loud as she did, and lay back, waiting for the quivering to stop.

“Thank you, Al Nādirah Al Faisal; that was wonderful. So, do you have a boyfriend?”

“I, uh, um, no, not at the moment.” Except for Durgesh.

Moreover, Al Nādirah Al Faisal was sure she couldn’t tell Al Waħīdah Al Faisal that.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal lay in her bed quietly.

Even though Al Waħīdah Al Faisal had made Al Nādirah Al Faisal cum with her fingers, Al Nādirah Al Faisal was still aroused, and no way was Al Nādirah Al Faisal satisfied.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal waited until Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was asleep.

Then Al Nādirah Al Faisal put on her robe and padded down the hallway to my room.*

I was sitting up in bed, reading a book.

I looked up and smiled at Al Nādirah Al Faisal when she came in, and pulled the covers back so she could slide in beside me.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal dropped her robe and, naked, hopped into OUR bed.

I always slept in the nude.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal threw her arms around me and we shared a long, delicious kiss.

“Allah! Oh God, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I thought she’d never go to sleep. I miss you so much.”

“What were those sounds I heard coming from your room? It sounded like somebody cumming.”

“I was teaching Al Waħīdah Al Faisal how to masturbate.”

“She didn’t know how?”

“She doesn’t know anything about sex, dear.”

“Hmm,” I mused and rolled over on top of Al Nādirah Al Faisal. “Seems like I owe you a little fuck in payback for this afternoon.”

I nuzzled her neck, and Al Nādirah Al Faisal squealed in delight.

My kisses started behind her ear, down her throat, across her chest, until I reached her breasts.

I kissed all over them, licking her as I went.

I drove Al Nādirah Al Faisal crazy with my mouth.

When I was finished with her beautiful young Musalmān tits, I kissed her way down her stomach, until I got to that hot, dripping place between her legs.

I pulled her knees up and spread them way apart. I kissed all around her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mound, kissed all around her puffy outer lips.

I knew where Al Nādirah Al Faisal wanted me to go.

The more I skirted her cunt, the higher her arousal went.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal was whispering, thrashing around the bed.

“PLEEAASE, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, please, please, please do fuck me.”

“All in due time, Al Nādirah Al Faisal,” I chuckled.

I knew the longer I teased and kept Al Nādirah Al Faisal from cumming, the harder it would be when she did.

“Now, Durgesh, my please now. Allah! Oh God, please now.”

“I love to hear you beg for it, Al Nādirah Al Faisal,” I said with a grin, “Okay, now. Okay, roll over, baby, I’m going to fuck you. Hard and deep.”

Al Nādirah Al Faisal rolled over on her stomach, and then got on her hands and knees, sticking her beautiful Musalmān ass up in the air.

I was somewhat dominant over Al Nādirah Al Faisal, but that’s with her acquiescence.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal liked it that way.

She loved having a big strong Hindu man telling Al Nādirah Al Faisal what to do.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal also liked a bit of rough sex.

Nothing hard-core.

If ever I did something Al Nādirah Al Faisal didn’t want, all Al Nādirah Al Faisal had to say was, “No.”

Al Nādirah Al Faisal loved getting fucked in this position.

It gets so deep inside Al Nādirah Al Faisal, the head of my perpetually unyielding, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund hits her Musalmān cervix.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal did her Panjvaqtah Namāzī exercise daily, so her pussy was always really tight.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal could use her inner ardent Musalmān vaginal muscles to squeeze and milk my perpetually firm, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund.

I knelt behind Al Nādirah Al Faisal, positioned the head between her lips, and thrust deeply, then just stayed there without moving, bottomed out.

Slowly, I started to rotate my hips so my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund swirled around and around, deep inside Al Nādirah Al Faisal, pushing and stretching.

The feeling was wonderfully intense.

I pulled back slowly and thrust in again.

And again.

The next time I plunged into Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I did it more fiercely.

It turned her on totally and increased her orgasm tenfold.

I never does anything without her total consent.

I dug my fingers into her hips, pulling and pushing Al Nādirah Al Faisal hard into me and she thrust into me.

My balls swung up, slapping Al Nādirah Al Faisal in the clit, as my hips slammed into her perfectly round firm young Musalmān ass, making a sound that reverberated off the walls in the room.

As Al Nādirah Al Faisal got nearer and nearer to her peak, her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot began to pulsate on my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund.

I had total control over my ejaculation, and I can cum when I wanted to.

I timed it to coincide with her orgasm.

“Okay, Al Nādirah Al Faisal, cum for me.”

Al Nādirah Al Faisal exploded right on cue, and felt my hot Hindu seed splashing into her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young womb.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal shoved her face down into the mattress to suppress the noise she was making.

It was always our habit to cuddle and stroke each other, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

Then Al Nādirah Al Faisal would put her arms around me and, my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund entirely buried into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, we’d go to sleep together, Al Nādirah Al Faisal on top of me.

Because Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was there, I wanted Al Nādirah Al Faisal to go back to her own room.

“But, Durgesh, my dear Hindu husband, I want to sleep here with you.”

“I know, baby, and I want you here too, but for now go back to your room in case she wakes up in the middle of the night and you’re not there. After she would be here awhile, maybe we can go back to sleeping together.”

As much as, down deep, Al Nādirah Al Faisal loved her little sister, she was always going to resent this part of our relationship.*

In the morning, Al Nādirah Al Faisal was bustling around the kitchen, brewing coffee and starting breakfast.

She always made my breakfast in the morning.

I came into the kitchen just as the coffee was ready, dressed in my work clothes, a faded pair of jeans and a blue chambray shirt.

I was such a hunk, Al Nādirah Al Faisal loved to just stand and look at me.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a good morning kiss.

A long, lingering kiss.

I broke away quickly, as Al Waħīdah Al Faisal came into the kitchen.

I went over to give her a hug, and this time she responded and hugged me back.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” I said.

Then I stood back and looked her up and down.

“Well look at you, you look great.”

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was dressed in a pair of Al Nādirah Al Faisal’s shorts and her tee shirt.

Her shorts were short and her tees were tight.

She had undone her braid and combed her long blond hair out.

It hangs down almost to her beautiful ass.

Her beautiful young Musalmān tits were the same size as Al Nādirah Al Faisal’s, but she was a couple inches taller, has a rounder ass, and really long shapely legs.

I was really checking her out, and from the look in her eyes, I wasn’t looking at her as a stepdaughter, but as a woman.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal didn’t like it, and was instantly jealous.

I gave Al Nādirah Al Faisal her credit card and asked her to take Al Waħīdah Al Faisal shopping for clothes.

Damn it, as long as Al Nādirah Al Faisal had the card in her hand, she’d get some clothes for her too.

They went out to get in her car, a bright red Mazda Miata roadster.

I bought it for Al Nādirah Al Faisal as a present when she graduated from high school.

“Gee, this is really a nice car,” Al Waħīdah Al Faisal said.

“Do you drive?”

“Oh yeah; I’ve been driving since I was fourteen.”

Al Nādirah Al Faisal paused, and thought about it deeply.

Then Al Nādirah Al Faisal tossed her the keys.

Nobody drove her car but Al Nādirah Al Faisal, but Al Nādirah Al Faisal had to confess, Al Nādirah Al Faisal had an ulterior motive.

If she let Al Waħīdah Al Faisal drive her car, and we sent her on a bunch of errands, Al Nādirah Al Faisal and I could have some alone time together.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal was really nervous when she let the clutch out and took off down the road, but Allah! Can she drive?

We live on a winding road that wends its way down to the main highway, and she flew around those curves like Danica Patrick.

They hit the mall like a tornado, outfitting Al Waħīdah Al Faisal from top to bottom– skirts, jeans, shorts, tops, shoes, nightgowns, and lots of sexy underwear.

She was beaming when we got home with our mountain of shopping bags.

She put on one of her new outfits, a short denim skirt and a low cut crop-top that showed off her toned midriff.

I beamed when I saw them together.

I put an arm around each of them and gave them a squeeze.

“Look at my two beautiful girls,” I said, giving them each a kiss on the cheek.

I was still very uncomfortable the way I looked at her.

That night, when we were in bed, Al Nādirah Al Faisal could see Al Waħīdah Al Faisal‘s hand moving between her legs, under the covers.

She was like a kid with a new toy.

All of a sudden, she paused and turned to look at Al Nādirah Al Faisal.

“Al Nādirah Al Faisal?”

“Yes?”

“I’m trying to imagine what having sex is like; what it looks like, what it feels like. I want to know what a Uncut Hindu Lund looks like; I’ve only seen drawings in the medical book. Can you tell me about it?”

“I can do better than that; I’ll show you. Come over and sit by my desk.”

Al Nādirah Al Faisal booted up her computer and brought up a porn site.

It was X-Art, that is really tastefully done, with beautiful girls and good-looking men, not some of the sleazy stuff that’s on the web.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal chose a video featuring Saba Qamar, a beautiful Pakistani young Musalmān girl with long hair and a totally erotic demeanor.

The video opened with both of us fully clothed and featured lots of kissing.

I slowly took her clothes off, caressing her breasts. She undid my pants, lowered them, and my hard perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund sprang out.

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal gasped when she first saw it, and was mesmerized, when the actress stroked it.

“Allah! Oh my God,” Al Waħīdah Al Faisal said, staring wide-eyed at the screen as the actress started licking it, then put in her mouth and gave me a blow job.

Her mouth hung open as she watched the fucking in every imaginable position.

Her hand was hard at work between her legs, her musky-sweet odor permeating the room.

When that video finished, Al Nādirah Al Faisal put on another one with Saba Qamar and me again.

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was totally entranced.

When it was finished, she looked plaintively at me.

“C-could you do that with me, Al Nādirah Al Faisal?”

Al Nādirah Al Faisal had never done it with another girl, except the little bit she did with Al Waħīdah Al Faisal when she was teaching her how to masturbate, but she found the idea really a turn-on.

Therefore, they did the whole girl-on-girl thing that we watched on the video.

Sucking on Al Waħīdah Al Faisal‘s nipples got Al Nādirah Al Faisal so fucking hot, that when she sucked Al Nādirah Al Faisal’s, Al Nādirah Al Faisal came right on the spot.

They kissed each other all over, licking, nibbling with their lips, until they finally fell into the classic sixty-nine position, and ate each other’s pussies as if they were starving to death.

They squirmed and writhed, filled each other’s mouths with their hot cum, until they were totally wasted.

Then they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

For the first time, Al Nādirah Al Faisal didn’t come into my room that night.

The next night, she came into my room.

I was lying there waiting for her beautiful Musalmān girlfriend that requested me to fuck her previous night and I had obliged her.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal dropped her robe and crawled naked into bed beside me.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal snuggled up next to me and nuzzled my neck.

“Hi, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I love you.”

“I love you too, Al Nādirah Al Faisal.” Then I paused for a minute. “What was all that noise, Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I heard coming from your room last night?”

“Um, what noise, Durgesh?”

“Don’t be coy with me– the moaning, the slurping noises, the sound of two girls in the throes of orgasm kinds of noise.”

“Well, I was, uh, kind of teaching Al Waħīdah Al Faisal some things about sex. I already told you I taught her how to masturbate.”

“So tell me about it too.”

“She didn’t know much about anything. She didn’t even know what a penis looked like, Durgesh, so I logged on to a porn site and we watched a couple of videos.”

“What kind of videos?”

“One was straight sex and the other was girl-on-girl.”

“And what did you do after you watched the videos?”

“Well, um, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was really turned on, Durgesh, and she wanted to try the girl stuff we watched.”

“Al Waħīdah Al Faisal wanted to. How about you? Did you want to?”

“Well, kind of. I never did it with a girl before, and I wanted to know what it was like. Are you mad at me?” Al Nādirah Al Faisal looked at me with her puppy eyes and sniffled a little bit.

“I wasn’t mad at you, Al Nādirah Al Faisal. You’re just exploring other avenues of your sexuality. I would be mad at you if you were having sex with another guy. I’d have to leave you then.”

“Oh no, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I would never do that. I’m yours, completely.”

“You are MINE. I own you.”

“Yes, my Hindu lover.” Al Nādirah Al Faisal smiled, “However, as far as I know you never left any woman, whether young or mature, even while she returned to her own community man.”

“You are right.” I said gravely, “We Hindus believe in absolute freedom in every phase of human life.”

“I don’t think so. I know too many Hindus who married my Musalmān girlfriends and relatives. They aren’t as liberal as you are.”

Chapter 40

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Chapter 38

Durgesh Al Sābirah Al Siddīq

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Faisal

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was her sister; at eighteen.

She was a year younger than Al Nādirah Al Faisal was.

When her Abbū divorced HER, Al Nādirah Al Faisal was eleven and Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was ten.

The judge decided we were old enough to choose which parent we wanted to live with.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal was always my girl, so she chose her Ammī to live with me, and Al Waħīdah Al Faisal chose to live with their Abbū.*

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal watched as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I packed quickly, not wanting to leave.

We exchanged e-mail addresses, needing to think that we would stay in touch.

We parted outside the hotel, sharing lingering kisses until Al Rābiyah Al Faisal left, walking away quickly and not looking back.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I just about made our train to the airport on time.

We sat close together, each of us thinking about the weekend we had just enjoyed, and what had happened.

On the plane, we smiled in whispers of our love and desire, of what we wanted.

As we landed back in England, I leant over and kissed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, my hand resting on her bare thigh.

“I need to go to London soon,” I told her, “Just for a few days.”

“Yes, please,” she gasped before I could say another word, leaning over to kiss me.

I glanced across at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady.

She sat next to me on the train as it pulled away from the station on its way to London.

She quickly smiled back at me as we settled down for the journey, conscious that we were not alone – although the rest of the seats around us were empty.*

We were on our way up to London to spend some time at a job fair.

Although Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was still at University, the fair was important in considering her future, and she valued my advice on these things.

It also gave us the opportunity to spend some time together, which we’d always enjoyed.

We were heading up to London for the whole weekend.

We planned to spend the rest of Friday sight seeing, before going to the fair on Saturday, with a bit more sight seeing on Sunday, before heading home.

Well, as far as anyone else knew that was our plan.

Nevertheless, we knew that we would spend much more time in the hotel than anyone would guess.

In addition, that we would spend that time together as we had enjoyed spending so much time together for the last year.

As lovers.

The trouble was Al Muħammad Al Åbbās, who – at nineteen – was a year younger than Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.

A few days ago, I had announced that I wanted to go with them, so that I could catch up with some friends.

I had desperately tried to put Al Muħammad Al Åbbās off, saying he’d never get in the hotel, but Al Muħammad Al Åbbās had already been on the Internet to book – it was all arranged.

On hearing the news, I had phoned the hotel immediately, booking another room for Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, our plans in shatters.

With a sigh, I turned away, but not before my eyes had once again drunk in just how beautiful Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was.

I felt my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund twitch as I thought about her, about my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady, my lover.

She was wearing a tight jumper, with a zip down the front that stopped just short of her full, firm exquisite young Musalmān breasts.

The jumper clung to her, and showed off her tanned belly, with the little gold moon hanging across her navel, each time she raised her arms or reached out.

Even though she was wearing a bra, I was sure I could make out a hint of her nipples.

She was wearing a denim skirt that ended half way up her smooth young smart Musalmān thighs, showing off her long beautiful Musalmān legs.

Nevertheless, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sat next to me, her skirt had ridden up an inch or two, showing off more of her soft Musalmān thighs to me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reaching up to tie back her mass of auburn hair with a band, her exquisite young Musalmān breasts pressing forward with every movement.

I stifled a moan, aware of the growing Hindu bulge in my jeans.

I turned slightly, looking past Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and out of the window.

But my eyes were drawn back to her, to her beautiful smart young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.

With her hair tied back, I looked across at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s graceful Musalmān neck, at her pert nose with its sprinkling of freckles, at her full, kissable smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She was wearing red lip gloss, and just for a fleeting moment I thought about her beautiful quivering red crimson ardent Musalmān lips sliding along my everlastingly stanch, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund, the two of us naked together.

Beside me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could sense my eyes on her, but she didn’t dare look my way.

Like me, she had been desperately looking forward to this weekend, to being along with me.

In the months since we had last been properly together, during that unforgettable weekend in Rome, we had hardly been alone, just managing to grab a few stolen, often desperate, minutes together.

Until the previous evening, the last time we had been together had been six weeks ago, when I had taken Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās back to University.

She was sharing a house with some friends, although each of them had their own room.

After unloading all her stuff from the car, we had started to say our goodbyes, conscious of the other people in the house, of the other students arriving, of their friends and parents unloading their things.

We had tried to say goodbye, to be sensible, but then we were in each other’s arms, the door was being kicked shut, and I was backing Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās up against a wall.

We fucked as if it might be the last time, clawing at each other’s clothes, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dragging My long, hard Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund from my jeans as I undid hers and pushed them down onto her smooth Musalmān thighs.

We fucked stood up, awkwardly, desperately, both of us crying out as we came.

We had only just tidied themselves up when the door had crashed open as one of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s friends burst into the room.*

Their Abbū was an Over ardent Musalmān.

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was sent to a fundamentalist Madarsah school, back in West Virginia, where they moved to after their divorce.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal and I hadn’t seen Al Waħīdah Al Faisal since she was fourteen, when she came to visit us here in Northern California for a week.

She was a skinny, tit-less adolescent with braces on her teeth, zits, and stringy hair.

Her Abbū made her wear totally shapeless long dresses that covered her up from the neck to the ankles.

It turned out that Al Waħīdah Al Faisal finally rebelled against the sect they belonged to, and once she was considered an adult, no one could force her to stay there any longer.

Once she made it known that she wanted to leave, Their Abbū dis-owned her and she was shunned by the Madarsah.

“Allah, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, what is this going to do to US?” Al Nādirah Al Faisal practically yelled at me.

“I guess you’ll have to move back to your own room, and we’ll have to be really discreet when we have sex with each other.”

It was futile to talk of any moral with Al Nādirah Al Faisal when she was in such a mood.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal wasn’t less sexy than their Ammī, Al Saåīdah Al Saåīd.

Both the Ammī and daughter needed immerse sex from me.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Al Nādirah Al Faisal screamed. “This ruins everything for us. Why did you let that little bitch come here?”

“Number one, she too is your Ammī’s, Al Saåīdah Al Saåīd’s, daughter, and I love her. Besides that, she has no place else to go. And, she is not a little bitch; she is your real younger sister.”

“And she too has a beautiful young Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot for your ever ravenous Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund!” Al Nādirah Al Faisal charged me, out of sheer jealousy, “You Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! You can’t leave any beautiful Musalmān Choot unfucked by you.”

“Nonsense!” I laughed, “You are imagining things, my nineteen years old, extremely beautiful, young Musalmān wife,”

Calling her ‘wife’ by me always made Al Nādirah Al Faisal proud and happy.

Nevertheless, she still said,

“She was always a bitch, even when she was a little girl. We never did get along with each other. And now, I HATE her.”

“You don’t even know her anymore.”

“I don’t want to know her. And now Al Nādirah Al Faisal has to share a room with her.”

“We’re just going to have to suck it up, and make the best of it.”

“But, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I love you, and I don’t want to sleep alone again. I want to sleep with you.”

“I know, Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I want to be with you, too. We’ll just have to wait and see what happens. We have a week together before she gets here.”

“I’m gonna use that week to fuck your brains out, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

Moreover, Al Nādirah Al Faisal did, what she announced.*

I had said my goodbyes then.

The six weeks since then had seemed a long time, but at least we had this weekend to look forward to.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had got home the previous afternoon, ready for the weekend away.

It was only then that I had told her of Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’s plan to join us in London.

The disappointment on Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s face was matchless.

In the evening, we sat in the lounge watching TV, sitting as close together as we dare.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had had a shower, and was sat in her towelling robe, gently rubbing her still damp hair from time to time with a towel, I watching her out of the corner of my eye, watching her naked young smart Musalmān body moving under the robe as she idly finger combed her hair.

Al Muħammad Al Åbbās was with us, while Al Sābirah Al Siddīq, My wife, was getting ready to go out for a couple of hours to a meeting.

Al Sābirah Al Siddīq had said, “See you later,” to us all, only to come back a few minutes later to say that her car wouldn’t start.

Al Muħammad Al Åbbās had recently got his first car.

He quickly offered to drive her, wait around, and bring her back.

As they left, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I had looked at each other, hardly able to believe our Bhogchakr.

As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās thought about all this, she could sense my eyes on her again.

She turned and smiled at me seductively, before we both settled back, our eyes closed, thinking about the night before.*

The door had hardly closed behind the others before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were in each other’s arms.

We kissed, our mouths crushed together, our tongues searching out each other, thrusting and exploring.

I leant over Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, pressing her into the corner of the settee as I tugged at the belt of her robe.

I pulled the two sides free, her exquisite young Musalmān breasts springing into view, full and firm.

With a groan, I kissed her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, nipping at her nipples as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās frantically undid my jeans.

My perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund sprung free, and this time Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās groaned as she reached between us, pulling my Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund towards her as she slid down to meet me. And then I was inside her, deep inside her, both of us crying out our need, our lust, as I drove my Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund into her, as she pushed her hips up to meet my driving Hindu thrusts.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached around her Anant Muslimātchod Sixty fie years old ultimate experienced Hindu lover.

her hands reaching for my hips as I leant over her, driving my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund into her.

I reached for the arm of the settee behind her, leaning my body against hers, my chest stilling her swaying exquisite young Musalmān breasts as my mouth sought out hers, as her tongue drove between my lips.

We fucked hard, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot stretching around my long, hard perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund as I pounded into her.

She cried out as she came, her nails digging into my hips as we clung together, as I kept my Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund buried inside her.

And then I was driving into her again, roaring out my never ending Hindu lust to fuck beautiful Musalmān houseladies as my Hindu cum erupted inside her aching her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as she came again, as we slumped together, our ragged breathing echoing around she room.*

The next week we picked Al Waħīdah Al Faisal up at the airport.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal barely recognized her after four years.

She had definitely filled out.

Anyone could tell that even though she wore that awful shapeless dress.

Her braces were gone and her complexion had cleared up.

Her blond hair was fixed into a single braid that hung almost down to her beautiful Musalmān ass.

I went up to her with my arms wide open, pulling her into my body for a hug.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal couldn’t stand the idea of my body pressed against her.

She didn’t return the hug, but just stood there stiffly.

That wasn’t something that was done by members of her Madarsah, especially between men and women.

“Hello, Durgesh. Hello, Al Nādirah Al Faisal,” she said, by way of greeting us, “Thank you for letting me come here to stay with you.”

“You’re always welcome here, sweetheart. I’ve really missed you.”

Al Nādirah Al Faisal hated that I called her that.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal hated that I made her welcome here.

She looked like a freak in those clothes.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal would be ashamed to have any of her friends meet her.

At least she called me “Durgesh.”

I was not HER ‘Daddy’ at least; Al Nādirah Al Faisal smiled noticing it.

When we got home, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal wandered around the house, taking it all in.

It was a palace compared to where she had been living.

It is a palace, and Al Nādirah Al Faisal was the princess.

My princess.

My Queen?

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal didn’t know it.

“Al Nādirah Al Faisal, darling, will you please take Al Waħīdah Al Faisal up and show her to your room?”

Al Nādirah Al Faisal was really pissed off, because not only she was being booted out of my room, but also that Al Nādirah Al Faisal had to share hers.

The house had three bedrooms, but I used one for my office.

She picked up one of her suitcases; Al Nādirah Al Faisal grabbed the other one, and went up to HER bedroom.

When I found out Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was coming, I took the queen sized bed out of her room and replaced it with two singles.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal gave her the one by the inside wall, and took the bed by the window for herself.

They dumped her luggage on her bed and Al Nādirah Al Faisal showed her where she could hang her clothes in the closet.

I had bought another dresser.

She opened her bags and started to put her clothes away.

“Is that all you have? All the dresses are the same.”

“Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I hate these clothes, but they’re all I was allowed to wear.”

“Don’t you have any jeans or anything?”

“Only men were allowed to wear pants; women always had to wear dresses. I’d love to wear jeans, but I don’t have any.”

Her eyes misted up, and a tear ran down her cheek.

Suddenly, Al Nādirah Al Faisal felt very sorry for her, and it started to touch her heart.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal hated that she would be keeping me from me, but it wasn’t really her fault.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal got a pair of her jeans and a tee shirt out of her dresser.

She looked to be about her size, although it was hard to tell with that baggy dress on.

“Here, try these on,” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said, handing her her clothes.

She started toward the bathroom to change.

“You don’t have to go into the bathroom; you can change right here.”

“I, um, I’m not used to taking my clothes off in front of anybody.”

“Lillāh, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal, we’re both girls. We used to run around naked together when we were little. Take your rotten dress off so I can see what else I have that might fit you.”

She totally cringed hearing her language, but that’s the way, Al Nādirah Al Faisal talked.

She’ll need to get used to it.

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal took a deep breath and, turning her back to Al Nādirah Al Faisal, started to unbutton her dress.

It had a lot of buttons on it.

They didn’t believe in zippers.

Shyly, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal slipped the dress off and stood there in her underwear.

She wore a thick white cotton bra that completely covered her beautiful young Musalmān tits; made of material so thick One would never know she had nipples.

Her underpants, certainly none could call them panties, were also white cotton and rode high enough to cover her belly button.

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal had definitely filled out.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was lush; curvy in all the right places, with a nice rack and round, heart-shaped wonderful Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān ass.

Actually, they could be twins.

Not to be boasting or anything, but Al Nādirah Al Faisal had a hot Musalmān body, and she knew it.

In addition, Al Nādirah Al Faisal exhibited it proudly.

It was her wonderful asset.

A woman had none other asset as wonderful as her beautiful body if she had it.

Even I get a hard-on just looking at a beautiful female body.*

I was going to take a shower, so Al Nādirah Al Faisal started taking her clothes off too.

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal did a double take when she looked at her underwear.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal was wearing a black lace bra that lifted her beautiful young Musalmān tits, barely covering her nipples, which one could see right through the sheer fabric.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal wore French cut bikini panties.

I bought all her sexy underthings and negligees.

I loved to see Al Nādirah Al Faisal in them.

Moreover, I really loved taking them off Al Nādirah Al Faisal.

Standing there in her ugly underwear, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal looked at Al Nādirah Al Faisal again.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal went into her dresser and pulled out a sexy white lace bra and matching panties.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal didn’t think Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was ready for a thong yet, so these were low-cut bikinis, similar to what Al Nādirah Al Faisal was wearing.

“Here,” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said, handing them to Al Waħīdah Al Faisal, “you can wear these.”*

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal looked shocked for a minute, and then smiled.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal stripped down naked, ready for her shower.

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was studying her body as Al Nādirah Al Faisal sauntered toward the bathroom.

When Al Nādirah Al Faisal finished her shower, she was standing in front of the full-length mirror on the wall, checking herself out from every angle.

She sat down on her bed while Al Nādirah Al Faisal was dressing, and when Al Nādirah Al Faisal turned around, tears were running down Al Waħīdah Al Faisal’s cheeks.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal stood stock still for a moment, then went over and wrapped her arms around her, holding her tight and rocking her as she sobbed.

As much as a hard-ass that Al Nādirah Al Faisal tended to be, underneath it all, Al Nādirah Al Faisal had a really soft heart.

As much as Al Nādirah Al Faisal wanted to hate her, she couldn’t do it.

Although they didn’t get along with each other when they were younger, Al Nādirah Al Faisal loved Al Waħīdah Al Faisal.

Moreover, Al Nādirah Al Faisal still did.

“What’s wrong, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal? Tell me about it.”

Her body-wracking sobs subsided, and she sat up straight, wringing her hands in her lap. She looked at Al Nādirah Al Faisal plaintively, her eyes red from crying.

“I don’t know where to begin. My life is just so messed up. I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing, or where I do belong.”

Al Nādirah Al Faisal wanted to hug Al Waħīdah Al Faisal and tell her that she belonged here, but it would thoroughly fuck up her relationship with me.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal didn’t know what we were going to do.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal encouraged her to talk it out, so maybe she’d feel better getting it out of her system.

“I didn’t feel like I belonged in Abbū’s Madarsah community. They’re all so radically fundamentalists. The only book we were allowed to read, besides our schoolbooks, was the Al Qur’an Al Karīm. I love to read and I’d sneak novels into my room at night, but if I got caught with one, I’d get whipped. We weren’t allowed to watch TV, except for religious shows on Jumā’, and we could only listen to Islamic music. Occasionally I’d go to somebody else’s house and watch TV or listen to popular music.”

“That must be awful,” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said.

“I could see on TV or in magazines how regular people lived, and I want to do that too. Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I see people kissing, and I want to know what that’s like. I don’t even know how to kiss. Whenever Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I see it or think about it, I get funny feelings in my body that I can’t explain.”

“What kind of feelings in your body?”

“Like kind of a tugging feeling low in my stomach and a tingling, um, down, ah, there.”

“Down where?”

“Um, down between my legs.”

“You mean in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ?”

“My what?”

“Right down here,” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said, grabbing her crotch.

“You call it a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?”

“Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Pussy, cunt, twat, cooze, and a couple dozen other words. What do you call it?”

“Well, I know all the proper–at least the medical– names for all the body parts. I looked at a copy of Grey’s Anatomy in my doctor’s office. So that would be my, er, vagina,” she said, blushing scarlet.

“Don’t you take care of it when you get turned on like that?”

“Turned on? I don’t know what you mean. Take care of what?”

“Turned on means you are sexually aroused. And you take care of it by masturbating.”

“Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I heard some of the Musalmān girls at my school talking about that, but Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I have no idea how to do it.”

“I can show you how to do it. Take your bra and panties off and lie down on your bed.”

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal stuttered and blushed again, but her curiosity overcame her modesty.

She unhooked her bra and slid her panties down her legs.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal stripped out of hers and turned to face Al Waħīdah Al Faisal.

Al Waħīdah Al Faisal’s eyes were wide as she looked over her body, and she started when she looked between her legs.

“You, um, you don’t, uh, you don’t have any hair down there?”

“I shave it. Durgesh— I mean, guys like it like that.”

“Y-you let boys see it?”

“Yeah, I do.” Actually, Durgesh is the only “boy” that’s ever seen it, and Al Waħīdah Al Faisal, I hope he’ll always be the only one. Does that bother you?”

“This is all a lot for me to process at once, but I guess it doesn’t bother me. Actually, thinking about it gives me that tingly feeling.”

“Well, I’ll show you the kind of BIG tingle that you’ll never forget.”

Chapter 39

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The Oath : 1

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The Oath

Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat.

Chapter 1

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm

, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās

Al Faisal Al Qāsim

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm didn’t put her palm on Al Qur’an Al Karīm.

She never took the oath she promised her husband she would take if his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, would do the same first.

There was no doubt that Al Faisal Al Qāsim loved Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm very much.

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm was never wrong in having faith in her husband.

I appreciated Al Faisal Al Qāsim that despite he believed his

Jannat was below the feet of his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, he never believed her blindly.

He was brave enough to ask his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, even to take the oath of Al Qur’an Al Karīm.

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm could not believe ever that Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās could go to the extent to take the false oath even when her palm was on Al Qur’an Al Karīm.

How wrong Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm was in understanding her own present society.

It wasn’t as Islamic as she thought it was.

As the other societies were, the present day Islamic Society was also a mixed society.

It too contained the persons as high in character as Imām Muħammad Ħasan who never stopped dreaming to be the Mustafā Kemal Ataturk of the entire Islamic world.

Yet it contained Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās too who lied entirely white that she never sent Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm in my bedroom when I was fucking there her friend, Annafīsah Assalmān.

“I won’t take the oath.” Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm told Al Faisal Al Qāsim.

Al Faisal Al Qāsim was dumbfounded.

It was natural.

Who the hell could believe his own wife could betray him in such a way in front of his family?

Didn’t he love her as much as he didn’t believe even his Tahajjudguzār Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās?

He never cared even a bit that even his Abbū, Al Qāsim Al Åbbās, had forgiven his wife, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, for what she had done to him, and was still doing.

He bravely challenged his Ammī to take the oath that Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm was lying.

Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās never sent Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm deliberately in the room where I was fucking Annafīsah Assalmān.

Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās had smiled in her heart on the stupidity of her foolish son.

Al Faisal Al Qāsim was as foolish as her damnfool father, Al Qāsim Al Åbbās, was.

Al Qāsim Al Åbbās couldn’t divorcé Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās even while he himself caught her red handed fucking me.

Was it because Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās was as beautiful as he was obsessed with her dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān beauty so much?

Al Faisal Al Qāsim had inherited the same stupidity from his father?

Well, let him.

Till the Musalmīn are as stupid as Al Faisal Al Qāsim and his father, Al Qāsim Al Åbbās, are, the evershrewd beautiful Musalmān houseladies, as Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, were, could easily keep on their false respect everywhere in the so called Islamic Society.

It never investigates the truth.

It always has faith in ostensibles.

Al Faisal Al Qāsim had told Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm that he had promised his Ammī to divorce Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm if his Ammī would meet her challenge and Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm wouldn’t.

Nevertheless, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm never believed it.

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm believed Al Faisal Al Qāsim loved her as much as he would never divorce her despite Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm would never meet the challenge of his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās.

Al Faisal Al Qāsim loved Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm very much, no doubt, but he loved and respected his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, as well.

And why the hell shouldn’t he?

Should he love his wife even more than he loved his Ammī?

What did Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm want?

Al Faisal Al Qāsim should never believe his Ammī, even if Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās took oath on Al Qur’an Al Karīm?

He should believe his wife, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm, despite it would be the utter degradation and immense humiliation of his Ammī despite she met his challenge bravely and his wife didn’t?

He divorced Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm.

He had to.

It was his promise to Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, his Ammī.

Yes, he loved his wife, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm, very much, but should he sacrifice even his Jannat for it?

Jannat doesn’t lie below the feet of one’s wife.

It is below the feet of one’s Ammī only.

Of course, Al Faisal Al Qāsim had his world in his love, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm.

Yet, a Muslim couldn’t, and never shouldn’t sacrifice his Īmān for anything whatsoever it might be.

Jannat is what both Al Faisal Al Qāsim and Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm never sacrifice.

Īmān is what both Al Faisal Al Qāsim and Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm never sacrifice.

Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās smiled triumphantly.

She wanted to get rid of Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm.

She did.

Al Qāsim Al Åbbās was very proud of his family.

He wanted to keep it joint.

One of his brothers was still living with them.

She let him.

He and his wife both respected Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās very much.

Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās never wanted to let Al Qāsim Al Åbbās keep his family joint.

Yet, she allowed the ever-stupid Al Farīd Al Åbbās and his wife to live with them.

Their twenty-eight years old young beautiful daughter, Al Åādilah Al Farīd Al Åbbās, was Durgesh’s live in relationship partner already.

She always respected Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās despite the fact that she knew Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās had successfully cuckolded her husband.

Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās saw how shrewd her husband’s younger brother’s daughter, Al Åādilah Al Farīd Al Åbbās, was.

She investigated it and found out it was due to Durgesh, not due to Al Farīd Al Åbbās or his wife, Al Jamāl Al Islam.

She blackmailed Al Åādilah Al Farīd Al Åbbās to make Durgesh to fuck Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās too.

I obliged Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās.

Despite the fact that she wasn’t a good woman, I fucked her.

Imām Nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt.

I had to improve her now.

It was a great tragedy of almost entire women that when their son reached adulthood, they were afraid of their potential daughter in law.

They could never understand they had another role in their son’s life.

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm should have counter attacked her mother in law, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās.

It was the only way to win her husband, Al Faisal Al Qāsim, back.

“Why didn’t you do it, you foolish girl?” I asked her fucking her girlfriends one by one.

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm looked at me gravely,

“Are you sympathizing with me, Hindu Albuåūlatul Muslimāt?”

“I sympathies with every beautiful Musalmān houselady that either doesn’t have brain, or has it but doesn’t use for getting benefits for herself.”

“I would never take any advice from you. You want to fuck me too now.”

I smiled.

“You stupid girl, you didn’t leave any option for your excellent husband.”

“If he were actually excellent, he would never have divorced me.”

“Had not he warned you to divorce if you wouldn’t take the oath on Al Qur’an Al Karīm?”

“Sure, but I thought Tāī Ammī would never go to the extent.”

“I don’t think you understand your present Islamic Society very well.” I said gravely, “Your Tāī Ammī is a very intelligent person that understands your present Islamic Society very well.”

“She is a liar.”

“Yes, but she succeeded in proving herself innocent because you retreated from your jihad against her.”

“I’m not interested in any jihad against anyone.”

“That’s the worst decision you ever took suicidal to you.” One of her closest friends, Al Busharah Arraħmān, smiled straddling me, “My mother in law did the same trick with me…”

“I know,” Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm interrupted Al Busharah Arraħmān, “You took the oath yourself too.”

“Why shouldn’t have I?” Al Busharah Arraħmān took my Penis between her forefinger and thumb, positioned it between her labial lips and thrust.

My Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund vanished into her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot entirely in her very first shot.

“You cuckolded your husband, Al Busharah Arraħmān,” Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm said scornfully, “I’d never.”

“That’s why you are divorced, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm,” Al Busharah Arraħmān laughed fucking me vigorously, “Isn’t it better to cuckold your ever stupid Musalmān husband, instead of being divorced by him?”

“I don’t think so.” Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm said curtly.

“Nothing can be done of you ever unrealistic foolishly moral Musalmān houseladies even if you are immensely beautiful.” Al Busharah Arraħmān looked gravely at her closest friend, “Your mother in law took false oath, and she has lost nothing. You foolishly didn’t take even the true oath and lost your husband forever. My mother in law took false oath that she never sent me in Durgesh’s bedroom where Durgesh was already fucking her friend, Annavīdah Al Vaqār…”

“Allah,” Al Busharah Arraħmān was dumbfounded, “Tāī Ammī sent me here to take her mobile,”

Annavīdah Al Vaqār smiled at Al Busharah Arraħmān.

She neither freezed nor was ashamed of herself even a bit.

“Take it, your Tāī Ammī deliberately left her mobile on that table.”*

Al Qāsim Al Åbbās was startled.

“What? You still don’t believe that your wife is not faithful to you? Despite the fact that your Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, my innocent wife, took the oath on Al Qur’an Al Karīm itself?”

“Is your wife, my Ammī, is faithful to you?” Al Faisal Al Qāsim asked Al Qāsim Al Åbbās patiently, “Despite it, have you divorced her? No! My wife, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm, is innocent. Yet, I’ve divorced her. Only because I’d promised to divorce her to my Ammī, your ever dominant wife on you.”

Al Qāsim Al Åbbās could never imagine his son would talk with him ever in this way.

Why the hell Al Faisal Al Qāsim doesn’t believe his own Ammī, despite the fact that she had taken the oath on Al Qur’an Al Karīm even before their entire family, and Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm didn’t?

Was it because he had himself seen his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, herself, fucking Durgesh astride on him?

Does Al Faisal Al Qāsim argue that Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās doesn’t have any moral right to discuss his wife’s character?

“You are forgetting that when Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās was fucking Durgesh, I myself was present there.” Al Qāsim Al Åbbās said gravely.

“Never. That’s the point, instead. Ammī was enjoying very much what she was doing with you. She was humiliating you, degrading you. Yet, you have forgiven her. My wife never degraded me, never humiliated me, yet the entire family asked me to divorce her. Why?”

“Because Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās fucks Durgesh for me, with my permission, in my very presence. Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm didn’t do it for you, with your permission, in your presence.”

“I still don’t believe Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm did it.” Al Faisal Al Qāsim said gravely, “She didn’t take oath because she understood why I was doing it and she cooperated with me.”

“I see. You are blindly obsessed with her enormous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.”

“Aren’t you too?”

“Yes, I am.” Al Qāsim Al Åbbās thundered at his son, “Nāmurād, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās is doing it for me. I am grateful to her and you must also be, if you are really my son.”

“You doubt it, don’t you?”

“Al Faisal Al Qāsim!!!” Al Qāsim Al Åbbās shouted at him.

“Who do you think my real father is? Durgesh himself?”

“Get out. Leave my house, at once!”

“Sure, that’s why I did what I did. I am leaving this house for ever. That’s why I paid my debt to my parents.”

“Debt?”

“Sure, what the hell else was I doing when I agreed with Ammī to divorce Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm if she took oath and Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm wouldn’t? I was paying the debt of her Milk.”*

Chapter 2

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The Oath: Index

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The Oath

Index

1. Chapter 1

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 21

Posted: January 1, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Aap. Indian National Congress, Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ, Al Jihad Al Vaqār, Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, Ambikā Tripāŧhī, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Creations, Behavioural Science, BJP, Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act, Durgesh, ever first Psychological Revolution, Feminism, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times, HVS Law Internationals, HVSI Times, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad, indian national congress, Infinite BrāhmKalp, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Kħātoon-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, life sciences, Midterm 2012, Modern Democratic Årabia, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad Shakīl, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Priyavrat Chaturvedī, reality, RSS, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, Seven Movements, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Young Musalmān lady Brigade | 1 Comment

Chapter 21

Durgesh Al Jihad Al Vaqār

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās

Al Jihad Al Vaqār glanced about the spacious office once more.

Was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī shrewd enough to play all these games?

Was it possible he deliberately gave her his media empire?

His father, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, had put a restrictive clause in his will about his flagship paper, The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.

His younger sister, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s aunt, Doctor Al Saåīdah Al Qamar, was herself interested in purchasing The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had requested his father to have The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah even if he gave his three fourth estate to his elder sister, Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī.

His father, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, allowed him to have it for a trial year.

In that trial year, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had to prove his competence on his aunt, Doctor Al Saåīdah Al Qamar.

He had to exceed the circulation of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times at least once only at some point during that trial year.

Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s flagship paper, The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s permanently if he could do the miracle; otherwise, it had to be sold to Doctor Al Saåīdah Al Qamar.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave the paper to Al Jihad Al Vaqār as a settlement.

Now, his former wife, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was claiming it was her property.

Allah, would Durgesh give Al Jihad Al Vaqār what Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb also wanted to have?

Al Jihad Al Vaqār sighed.

It depended on what particles, what base pairs, Durgesh needed more for the new Infinite BrāhmKalp.

In Delhi, Aap had gotten a landslide victory even on BJP.

INC was finished there altogether.

It couldn’t get even a single seat in 2015 Assembly Elections.

What did it mean?

The Anti- Hindu forces were winning again?

Certainly not.

Was it the beginning of a Counter Revolution?

Against the ever first Psychological Revolution in the entire history of humankind?

It might be.

The Original ever first Psychological Revolution started with the demand of Midterm 2012.

It took two years to build up the required reality and to bring it up to the reality then.

It was a painstaking nonstop continuous Kratu of entire Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and HVSI that made the impossible possible.

And now the Counter Revolution?

Well, it isn’t so easy.

If they think they can do it so easily, they were living in fools’ paradise.

Let them.

We need only Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān vaginal rheostats and a Stavak Bar Magnet to meet it.

The most we need are anal rheostats to destroy the anti human desires.

They are also there.

The Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always ready for every worst possibility even.

What the hell else for Modern Democratic Årabia is established by the Seven Movements, the Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, and by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself?

Al Jihad Al Vaqār directed her sight toward her desk calendar.

She was ready to get going.

Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s will had made Al Jihad Al Vaqār extremely sensitive to the passage of time.

She had only one trial year.

Nevertheless, both the Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, and Durgesh were with her.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār reached for her ivory colored computer telephone, pressed the ICM button and then the intercom code for Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān’s private telephone.*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār said to Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān.

“Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, I’m ready for the meeting. Bring Ghausiyah Imtiyāz with you.”

“Be right in, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. We have everything set.”

A few minutes later Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz appeared.

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān was carrying a handful of folders.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār motioned her friends and lieutenants to the rattan chairs across from her desk.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār felt comfortable with them.

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz were the only persons Al Jihad Al Vaqār was comfortable with beside her secretary she depended upon.

Certainly, Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s reliance on Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān was without equivocation.

Both of them were as creative as Al Jihad Al Vaqār herself was.

Moreover, both Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz were perfect when it came to reading Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s mind, even to finishing her sentences.

They were aggressive, daring, and filled with energy.

Both Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hated Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

These were Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s confidants and her loyalists, and from now on, they would be properly rewarded

“First things first,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said to Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, “Did you check the daily circulation of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times?”*

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān indicated to the projector.

There was a running information,

8, 75,273.

“HVSI Times manages its subscription always on the top.”

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān smiled at her, “I thought we should too adopt the procedure.”

“HVSI Times represents the revolutionaries that successfully ended the Scam era.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “We haven’t enough capital to compete with HVSI, No one has.”

“Sure, but it’s today. When HVSI started HVSI Times they didn’t have this capital.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.

HVSI Times was the dream newspaper.

It has survived the biggest threat of news TV channels.

It somehow always maintained to give something new to its readers the news TV channels couldn’t provide.

As soon as Al Jihad Al Vaqār got the media empire in settlement, she visited HVSI Times herself personally.

It was a multi-story building.

None knew how many stories it had.

They said it was an endless building.

No one believed it.

How a building could be endless.

It was certainly a publicity strategy.

It was the tallest building nevertheless.

The heart of the structure, the one that pumped activity into all the other stories was its Seventh floor.

Most of it was given over to the HVSI Times newsroom.

Its one portion was reserved for the publisher’s suite.

It consisted of the publisher’s main office, the office for my personal secretary and receptionist, a conference and electronic media room, two offices for the advertising director and her assistant, and glassed in cubicles for the managing editor and the assistant managing editor.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never changed anything.

He surrendered it to Al Jihad Al Vaqār as he did find it.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār, the temporary heir to the suite and to the building had made few personnel changes.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār retired Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s elderly female secretary on a generous pension and replaced her with her own secretary, Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ, a smart, brisk, thirtyish young woman with short-cropped dark hair and horn rimmed glasses.

Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ had served Al Jihad Al Vaqār with devotion for seven years already in Special Projects.

Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ was smart enough to understand the ambitious Al Jihad Al Vaqār.

Her ambitions were the driving force that would never let her stop anywhere.

Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ wasn’t as ambitious as Al Jihad Al Vaqār was.

Moreover, Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ never had been as resourceful as Al Jihad Al Vaqār had been.

Again, the difference in the intensity of their ambitions was the decisive factor.

Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ lacked it.

She stopped somewhat before getting resources she was after, while Al Jihad Al Vaqār didn’t deliberately.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār had more patience in the matter.

It paid.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz,

“Let’s start with the two of you. I’ve been giving it some thought. You will both be answerable only to me. Outside of general orders, everything I tell you will be kept in strictest confidence. Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, this is a bigger job, much bigger than Special Projects. Your work will be greatly expanded, naturally, accordingly.”*

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās straddled me with her beautiful face towards me.

She was enjoying my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her comparatively immensely young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once again.

I knew it would never be a once only phenomenon.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās could never get rid of the ever-incurable Durgesh Obsession.

Once with Durgesh

All the rest is trash

Wasn’t it?

The more aged I grew the crazier they were for me.

“I don’t want to burn my bridges, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said fucking my ever stout ever pleasure giving ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund wildly, “And why should I? Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has played with my beautiful body, even if in his own peculiar way. I couldn’t help that. My entire body was at his discretion. If instead of fucking me, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī enjoyed tongue fucking me more it wasn’t my fault. I am not responsible for it. He has to pay for my time I spent with him. It was precious.”

“Sure,” I agreed with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās squeezing her excellent exquisite boobs and buttocks both.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was harder and harder now into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with her each aggressive thrust.

She was kissing me wildly.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was squeezing my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund around its shaft.

“I’m really entitled to this alimony if you should warn Al Nādir Al Ghāzī that HVS Law Internationals were going to ask for an increase if he dragged me into court again. It would keep Al Nādir Al Ghāzī from making a move.”

I laughed cunningly.

“Done, however if all the alimony is going to cease in a few months, why not…”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said bitterly.

“I’m not going to let Al Nādir Al Ghāzī off. I’d go to him and offer to settle the whole business for one hundred thousand cash. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī would jump at that.”

I smiled coldly.

“And you want me to engineer that deal for you. Is that it?”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās started herself to balance on the tip of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Well?” I asked.

“You think I’m terribly scheming and designing.”

“You are cautious. You are protecting your interests.”

“Thank you.”*

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kept fucking me wildly.

“Priyavrat Chaturvedī wants to fix things so marrying him won’t entail a financial sacrifice on my part. Do you think I’m a gold digger?”

I smiled, grabbed her young nude waist and pulled her on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kissed me gratefully as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund penetrated her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot entirely.

“Thank you,” she thanked me once again for letting her fuck me.

“Are you deceiving Priyavrat Chaturvedī for marrying him?”

“Certainly not,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said earnestly, “Priyavrat Chaturvedī knows each and everything of my previous marriages and my recent relationship with you too. I never play dirty with the persons who never play dirty with me.”

“Yet Priyavrat Chaturvedī wants to marry you?”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled triumphantly.

“What do you think? Am I not that much beautiful?”

I sighed.

“You are too beautiful. Priyavrat Chaturvedī can do anything for you.”

“And you?”

“What do you mean?” I smiled cunningly.

“You won’t do anything for me, even if I keep fucking you?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked into my naughty eyes.

I winked at her.

“If you keep fucking me, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, I can do anything for you, myself, if it isn’t immoral and illegal.”

“Even if I’d be married to Priyavrat Chaturvedī?”

“That’s Priyavrat Chaturvedī’s problem, not mine.” I said gravely.*

Priyavrat Chaturvedī reached his chair.

There was a note on his table.

His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, had called him.

Everything has changed fast.

Narendr Modi was delivering fast what he had promised to the one hundred twenty five crore Indians.

His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, was worried as the other Congresspersons were.

INC couldn’t win even a single seat in 2015 Assembly Elections.

It would again be the same thing, Priyavrat Chaturvedī thought.

Neither his father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, is trying to understand, nor Priyavrat Chaturvedī’s mother, Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad, that it wasn’t a political change only.

It was the absolute change in Time Dimension too.

It was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.

Priyavrat Chaturvedī stepped out and walked the length of the common room.

“Boss wants you, Priyavrat.” Muħammad Shakīl looked up from a merc pool file as Priyavrat Chaturvedī passed him.

“I know. There was a note to the effect on my table.”

“Why don’t you marry Ambikā Tripāŧhī, Priyavrat?” Muħammad Shakīl asked, “She is my Kħālāzād cousin. I know she would be a very good wife for you.”

Priyavrat Chaturvedī sighed,

“You don’t understand Infinite BrāhmKalp, Muħammad Shakīl.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your Kħālāzād cousin, Ambikā Tripāŧhī, is no more interested in me.”

Muħammad Shakīl was startled.

Priyavrat Chaturvedī didn’t stop there enough to explain Muħammad Shakīl the present situation.

He entered His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī’s Private Chamber.*

Muħammad Shakīl liked Priyavrat Chaturvedī more than he liked his father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī.

He never knew why.

Rām Shankar Chaturvedī was a Congressperson.

Priyavrat Chaturvedī was an ardent fan of Narendr Modi and RSS.

“INC has fooled us Musalmīn,” Muħammad Shakīl’s Kħālā, Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad, used to say, “Rām Shankar Chaturvedī was never honest to me politically.”

“That isn’t anything new, Ammī.” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said, “Almost every politician lies. Pitājī isn’t any exception.”

Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad retorted.

“Your father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, isn’t only a politician to me, Priyavrat. He is my husband as well.”

“You are a highly educated woman, yourself, Ammī,” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said, “You knew right from the beginning that Nānājān wanted Pitājī, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, converted to Islam.”

“You fool; do you want to make me responsible for what my Abbū did?”

“Certainly not, Ammī, certainly not.” Priyavrat Chaturvedī agreed, “Nevertheless, you can’t blame Pitājī too. He loved you very much. Nānājān was trying his best to convert Pitājī to Islam. Pitājī couldn’t infuriate Hindus by converting himself. He would have lost Hindu votes for himself and INC. INC never permitted him.”*

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī looked up.

“You wanted to see me, Pitājī?” Priyavrat Chaturvedī smiled.

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī didn’t wear spectacles.

Despite his increasing age, his eyesight was still very good.

It wasn’t any rare thing now however.

They said it was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.

As other Congresspersons, Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī still doubted it was so.

“The Bachhalyās were always the best about publicity. They always use superstitions of the people to spread white lies favorable to them.”

Priyavrat Chaturvedī never saw anything wrong in it.

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī looked confident however as usual.

He straightened his cuffs, leaned back and said normally,

“Sit down, Priyavrat.”

Priyavrat Chaturvedī sat down stiffly and waited.

“Your Ammī said you rejected Ambikā Tripāŧhī too.”

“As always Ammī has reported you with heavy bias, Pitājī.”

“I doubted that myself. Yet, son, she is right in one thing. You should marry now.”

“With Ambikā Tripāŧhī?”

“What’s wrong in it if it happens?”

“Everything,” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said calmly, “I doubt Ambikā Tripāŧhī is a Brahm Padminī.”

“So what? We live in Ved Nagar. Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act isn’t applicable here. Durgesh is immensely against it.”

“Durgesh is immensely against Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act everywhere. Yet the entire Brāhmañ Brahmkanyā Brahmāñī Creations are passing it one by one. Durgesh can’t oppose Democracy. Therefore it doesn’t make any difference whether Durgesh is against it or not.”

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī stood up, turned away and walked to the wall behind his desk.

He touched an inconspicuous contact switch and a section of the wall grew transparent.

Priyavrat Chaturvedī blinked at the unexpected insurge of grayish light.

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī smiled.

“You are blundering in the same way, my son, the Brāhmañs of the ever first Satyug did.”

“I don’t agree with you, Pitājī.” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said gravely.

Chapter 22

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 20

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Chapter 20

Durgesh Al Samīnah Al Faraħ

The plan for New Year’s Day was to drink.

She had about a dozen dumb comedy movies to watch, ranging from the “Three Stooges” right up until the latest straight to DVD “National Lampoon”.

They had started drinking right away.

At first, it was cocktails and lighter beers.

However, by the time they had gotten to “Animal House” they were crashing back shots of the hard stuff in some random rhythm or game.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ thought the game was based on eighties catch phrases.

We each were allowed to choose one cliché and every time a character used it, the other person had to take a shot.

Needless to say, by the time midnight hit, they were both totally smashed.

In fact, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ didn’t really remember midnight at all.

She just remembered hitting the bed.

When Al Samīnah Al Faraħ woke four hours later, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had a splitting headache and extraordinarily parched throat.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was downstairs in the den bedroom and her role model I was sleeping out beside her, heavily.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ tried waking me, but I didn’t budge.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ went to the kitchen for several glasses of water.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was a little surprised by the intensity of the mess they had left and the amount of alcohol they had consumed.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was normally not a heavy drinker and never had really pushed the limits of her intake, but she figured out that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ wasn’t a lightweight that night.

Cans, bottles, glasses, and cartons all littered the rooms.

Smatterings of snacks and wrappers joined the mix.

After finding a somewhat clean glass, that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was pretty sure was hers, the lipstick on the edge kind of was a giveaway.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ poured a glass of water.

The filtered stuff was in the fridge, and Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was a bit fearful that light would inflict a rise in the already devastating headache.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ guzzled water for a good ten minutes, weakly supporting herself against the edge of the sink until Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was sure her bladder was going to blow.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ took what had to be a record pee and probably fell asleep sitting on the toilet for a bit too.

When Al Samīnah Al Faraħ finally made her grand and lady-like exit from the restroom, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ decided to change and head back to bed.

Her bag was right by the door where Al Samīnah Al Faraħ left it.

She changed into her nightie, a XXL ACDC T-shirt that had been a gift from a friend, and managed to wobbly make her way back to the bedroom.

I had managed to move a little farther into the center of the bed and was still sleeping quite deeply.

Still a little buzzed, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ giggled.

In my sixty-fifth even, I was still in what they called combat fitness, a silly term her Abbū had picked up from a brief kick in the Marines when he was a youth.

My black hair was now laced with gray, which resulted in me having that refined regality that only older men can get.

My sharp jaw line and broad shoulders finished the look perfectly. Pretty handsome.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ, and her sisters, all had gotten their Ammī’s looks.

The same long brunette hair, broad curls, coy dark eyes, and pouty Musalmān lips.

They also had gotten her figure- long legs, full chest and hips, and small waists.

All of them could have been models if they had been born ten years earlier, before the advent of the bulimic/ anorexic super model.

If they wanted, they probably could still model for plenty of publications.

None of them reputable.

Nevertheless, at the point in time, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ wasn’t thinking about herself, just how cute I looked.

It was kind of one of those standing trance things that happens when someone is tired and creatively inebriated.

After waking from another doze off, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ crawled back into bed and snuggled her way up close to me.

One of my legs was kicked out, taking up the lower half of the bed so Al Samīnah Al Faraħ pushed in, practically spooning.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ tried going to sleep, but found herself a little caught off guard by a wave of emotional remembrance.

It started with her ex, progressed its way to her Ammī, then back to her ex again.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was thinking about the time when Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had brought up her bisexuality.

They had just finished a regular good night round of lovemaking and were chatting afterwards.

She had brought up the possibility of them having a child together, either through adoption or in vitro.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had asked how she would feel if they had a mutual Hindu male friend of theirs do it.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had told her Al Samīnah Al Faraħ preferred knowing who the dad was and would enjoy doing it the natural way.

She had made some off the cuff remark about me being straight and Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had just come out and told her that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ wasn’t entirely convinced that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was completely a gay.

Then the fight had started and they had been split up by the time they woke up the next morning.

A lot of stuff happened at night for her.

And this would be no exception.

By the time Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had broken from her daydream she realized that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was a bit aroused.

That wasn’t unusual as Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was almost always horny, but usually regularly satiated during the course of a day.

Going one day, much less four days without sex, was a daunting task.

Now Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had the familiar glowing warmth beginning in the pit of her stomach and spreading downward.

Nevertheless, what made it unusual was the fact that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was in bed with me.

Only to complicate things, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ could feel my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund pushing against her backside, just between her upper thighs and behind the rear of her cleft. Like most guys, I had a perpetual hard on that was rising at the most inopportune of times.

With her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān labia just beginning to feel the swelling of desire, my mushroom shaped head was a curse.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had tried to ignore its contact at first, but found herself having a growing fascination with its point of contact and the movements it made when I breathed in and out in a deep sleep.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was sure that some persons are a little grossed out by this revelation.

Nevertheless, as Al Samīnah Al Faraħ have already said, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had been drinking and wasn’t in possession of her full faculties.

Considering this, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ hoped a normal person can cut her some slack for this and for what came next.

Rather than take the natural Musalmān reaction and recoil, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ lingered.

And thought about it some more.

And lingered some more.

All the while, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ got a little more curious, a little wetter, and a little more ready to do something else.

The next move was a small one, cautious to be sure. Al Samīnah Al Faraħ pushed back.

The movement sent the tip of my penis a little farther in between her thighs and a little closer to the center of all her life’s troubles.

Now my angled Hindu length was just applying a firm presence to the rear lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

And it felt good!

Really quite good.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ doesn’t know how she managed to disconnect her ardent Musalmān conscience or common sense or whatever, but Al Samīnah Al Faraħ did.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had fantasized once or twice in her life about Hindu man Musalmān women relationships, myself included, but usually it was just for a story Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was writing or for a little role-playing.

When Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was younger, her sisters and Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had experimented quite a bit, but had gone their separate ways without ever engaging in a truly intentional sexual encounter.

Perhaps that all contributed to her disconnect and progression.

Her shirt was pulled tightly against her cleft, over her beautiful Musalmān ass, and over her shoulders.

It was kind of applying a bit too much pull to her neck.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ pulled it free from between us.

The removal of the barrier, even one millimeter of it made it a significant difference.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ felt the first of a series of powerful spasms that preempted a jump in lust within her.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ moved her beautiful young Musalmān torso a little farther forward on the bed, so that her Musalmān ass could slight ever so farther back over the head of my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.

The movement enabled the desired shift and soon Al Samīnah Al Faraħ could feel the thick tip of my Hindu manhood pressing through my athletic shorts and into the camel toe that had formed in her panties.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ waited for what seemed like an eternity, wondering whether or not I would wake and pondering what to do next.

Of course, it was an obvious decision to make.

At least it was for Al Samīnah Al Faraħ.

She rocked her hips.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was slow, deliberate, and intentional.

Ever so quietly, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ pushed back and forth over my tenting shorts.

It was like some sort of taboo masturbation.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ could feel her nipples poking through the thin material of her tee as Al Samīnah Al Faraħ grew more and more aroused by the sensation of her lips being pulled apart by the combined presence of panties, shorts, and my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her strokes were slow enough that the warm liquid which quickly filled the gash had the chance to cool.

The shift in temperature and contact was an exquisite torture and Al Samīnah Al Faraħ found her own breathing growing heavier and heavier.

Her hands couldn’t resist further temptation and pulled her shirt up over her breasts, so they could have direct access.

One of them would support her head in the crook of her arm, while the other tugged and pulled on a turgid nipple or two.

As my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund pushed farther and farther into the space of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her pleasure grew and grew.

It seemed as if some itch lurked just out of reach of my Uncut Hindu Lund’s touch and the only way to satisfy it would be to ram it into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān depths.

Of course, that would probably wake me, and Al Samīnah Al Faraħ couldn’t allow that.

Therefore, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ contentedly rubbed herself off on my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.

Over and over again Al Samīnah Al Faraħ would buck her hips onto the first inch of my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ could tell there was more there, if only Al Samīnah Al Faraħ could access it.

But did Al Samīnah Al Faraħ dare?

With her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān juices easily lubricating outward, covering her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her panties, and my shorts in a thick coating of mess, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ found herself thinking there was no other choice.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ momentarily released her hold on her tit, reached between her legs, and tugged her boy shorts down, until they were at her ankles.

Then Al Samīnah Al Faraħ went to work on my shorts.

It was slow going.

The first time Al Samīnah Al Faraħ touched me, I lurched in my sleep.

It startled me.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ quickly pulled her own hand back and pretended to sleep for a few minutes, wondering whether I was awake or not.

When Al Samīnah Al Faraħ heard my snoring return to a regular rhythm, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ assumed it was safe to resume her attempt.

This time when Al Samīnah Al Faraħ touched my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, I twitched only a little.

Boldly, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ let her hand linger on the hot piece of Hindu flesh pressing angrily into is fabric Musalmān prison.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ didn’t stroke it, or anything like that.

Just petted it a bit.

Kind of brushed her fingers up and over it, rubbing the wet tip of my shorts with her thumb, until Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was certain more could be attempted.

Of course, stroking the Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund through clothing had its own element of eroticism and her Musalmān snatch managed to retain its generous moisture level.

After a little more mutual petting of my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund and her young, ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ shifted her attention to the hem of my shorts.

It was another torturously slow process, with several near misses and risky moves.

Nevertheless, when it was done, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had a well-hung Hindu man throbbing in her beautiful, delicate, young Musalmān hand.

Once Al Samīnah Al Faraħ managed to let go of the warm sizable Hindu length, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ pressed her beautiful naked Musalmān ass close once more.

The Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, now free of its prison twitched and jumped of its own volition, its purple ‘shroom shaped head brushing over her sensitive backside and scraping against her soft Musalmān skin.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was toying with her ravenous Musalmān clit, while Al Samīnah Al Faraħ contemplated the contacts and encounters of our two naked regions.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ got herself off for the first time like that.

I had moved forward, my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund pushing its way between her beautiful Musalmān ass cheeks.

The sudden heat separating her two globes had gotten me there.

With my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund throbbing against her, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had come.

Small gasps and shudders of pleasure were breaking now from her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot‘s depths and spreading upwards and outwards until Al Samīnah Al Faraħ squeaked to maintain control of her wild animal Musalmān movements.

Upon its settling, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ found her fingers covered in her own juices and her body dissatisfied.

A little disconcerted that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ still wanted more Al Samīnah Al Faraħ went to work again.

After licking her fingers clean, savoring her taste, a habit an old lover had established, and returning them once more to her quivering lips, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ decided to kick it up a gear.

With her hand once again coated in natural lubricant, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ reached between her thighs and pulled my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund forward once again.

Once it was pressed in that sweet spot at the back of her cunny, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ started to rock all over.

Her shifts and thrusts were gentle at first, but as my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund progressed farther and farther over the length of her labia and outer lips, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ became a little more urgent in her female Musalmān need.

The head of my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was pasted with her young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot‘s output, glided easily between her lips and about a half inch in before it slipped out the backside.

Course its exit was only temporary.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ couldn’t handle a second or two without feeling that firm piece of Hindu flesh filling her once more.

As her desire built, and another orgasm approached, she became less and less in control of what Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was doing.

The smooth swipes of my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund through the entrance of her Musalmān twat faded like a cloud in sunlight.

Soon Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was pushing my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund a little further inside of herself.

Each new half inch promised more and her familiar needy Musalmān itch asked for a little more depth.

And silly Al Samīnah Al Faraħ, out of control and in heat, granted its wish.

With gentle pressure from her hips, the direction of my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund changed a bit.

That bit was the difference between sliding along the outside and between thrusting into Al Samīnah Al Faraħ.

As soon as my large wedge shaped Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund head pushed its way firmly into her young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and Al Samīnah Al Faraħ felt the lower portions of her Musalmān twat walls falling in behind it, she knew Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was a goner. she just had to have more.

Of course, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was very well lubricated from the ongoing sex play that had now progressed a good three hours non-stop.

Naturally, with the swiftest and least disruptive thrusts, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ could manage, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ penetrated herself on my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.

Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!

How heavenly it was.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ felt like Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was riding some forbidden fruit, my broad Hindu spear shaped organ dividing her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot temporarily, only to recede before renewing its assault.

Like growing waves as the tide comes in, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ found herself rushing her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot farther and farther onto my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her hand still busily toyed with her explosive little Musalmān clitoris, sending those waves out over her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Her thrusting joined with squirming, with spasming, with grinding to create some sensational autoerotic experience.

Fireworks began to go off in her head as her second orgasm crashed through me.

That was probably when Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was at the greatest risk of being caught and revealing her use of my Hindu manhood.

However, I didn’t miss a beat, my only change a momentary cry of desire of pleasure for her Ammī, in some wonderful wet dream I was experiencing.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had just completed her climax and was working my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund deeper and deeper into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, when Al Samīnah Al Faraħ felt me go off.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ thought Al Samīnah Al Faraħ felt the gentle tapping of my Hindu sperm shooting against an inner wall, but wasn’t entirely sure, until Al Samīnah Al Faraħ heard me groan and thrust up to meet me.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ could feel the hot Hindu wetness spread deeper within her, filtering into every opening and un-spread Musalmān fold.

Aftershock orgasms went off in her as she struggled to comprehend the intense taboo and risk Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had just taken.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had to stifle a cry with her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot playing hand and Al Samīnah Al Faraħ felt my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund throb and twitch in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tunnel.

My balls were spasming against her thighs as they unloaded their burden into her ravenous ardent Musalmān womb.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ would fall asleep, with her sex smelling hand against her mouth and her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot still gripping my entire Hindu length.

It would be a fantasy filled rest that lasted a few short hours before Al Samīnah Al Faraħ once again woke.

I was rolled off of my back now.

My Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund limply folded over atop my shorts and a white coating of my sex and hers was covering it.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ studied me over her shoulder until Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was certain that I was still asleep.

In somewhat disbelief, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ slipped her panties up over her own caked young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and examined me some more.

I was resting more peacefully now, my snoring faded to a gentle mute rather than the foghorn sounded from others.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ didn’t want me to discover our activities before Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had the chance to disguise them.

Therefore, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ went to work again.

With an all too eager hand, she began to beat me off.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ lifted my soft length and gently stroked its underside with her thumb.

Almost immediately, the thing leapt to attention, pointing towards the far off underside.

Obviously, I wasn’t getting enough Musalmān ass for my own good.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ happily helped out.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ spit into her palm and rubbed her fingers into her saliva until they were well lubricated.

Then with a tight young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, she began to steadily pump my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, once again.

Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! What a Lund!

What a Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund!

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was enjoying it once more into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wildly, entirely unashamed of herself.

The familiar warmth of a hot Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund emanated from within her vaginal Musalmān grip as Al Samīnah Al Faraħ gave me a furious fucking.

A few times during the beat off, she even bent down and lightly tongued the underside of my Uncut Hindu Lund head.

It was on one such occasion that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ felt a sudden random pulse on my Hindu length and she knew I was coming.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ clamped down at the base of my cock, locking my Hindu semen inside temporarily and used her spare hand to pull my shorts down entirely.

Once her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was safely covering my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund’s tip, I released it.

Another full load of my Hindu semen sprayed deepest into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , catching her withdrawing hand and eliciting a groan from me.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ quickly closed her eyes and pushed down, her cum stained fingers going to her lips.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had just sampled the goods and was savoring the salty taste of my Hindu seed when Al Samīnah Al Faraħ heard me wake.

“What the fuc….,” I managed before realizing Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was “asleep” on me, nude, having my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund entirely into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had fucked me wildly entire night!

With a whispered exclamation, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ heard me waddle from the room.

With a hardy grin Al Samīnah Al Faraħ finished tasting my wares and rose from the bed.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ managed to trip and fall as Al Samīnah Al Faraħ tried to take her first step, having forgotten that her underwear were still wrapped tightly around her ankles.

Giggling loudly Al Samīnah Al Faraħ pulled them up, seeming to have gotten away with her night’s adventures and molestations.

I would behave strangely the rest of the following day and into the next.

Eventually my concerns would fade and things would return largely to normal between us.

Course, her life would change a lot eight weeks later.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had missed her period twice and was putting on some weight.

After a few early warning tests, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ became very aware that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was pregnant.

Pregnant from me!

The ever-infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu!

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ smiled triumphantly, even proudly somewhat.

Now, Durgesh was hers too, forever.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had a New Year’s Day conception!

A few months from then her son from the ever-infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu would be born.

Craziness.

Alcohol, horniness, and presence of the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu with beautiful Musalmān houseladies always bring the same result.

Chapter 21

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 19

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Durgesh Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm

Chapter 19

At that moment, Sāliħah Faisal pressed her mouth hard to my neck and blew out hard as both of our orgasms overtook us.

My breath was hard and labored as I tried to be quiet.

My heart pounded hard in my chest.

Sāliħah Faisal sat there on my still erect Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, entirely buried into her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot, until we both were satisfied.

“Good morning baby,” Sāliħah Faisal winked as she got up off me and walked to the shower.

I sat in the bed, with my back against the headboard amazed at Sāliħah Faisal‘s sexual appetite.

Right as I heard the sound of the shower come on in the bathroom, I heard a quiet knock on our door.

Making sure the blanket was pulled up over me; I grabbed my pajama bottoms and tucked them under the blankets as I said,

“Come in.”

It was Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.

She had obviously had time to dress or something because when she peeked her head in, she was wearing a loose fitting top on and boy short pajama bottoms.

“Good morning, Durgesh,” Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm smiled as she crawled on to our bed up to me.

She leaned close and kissed me on the cheek.

My eyes couldn’t help but notice how seductive she looked crawling on all fours towards me on the bed.

Her shirt was open just enough that I could see her breasts hanging freely under the shirt.

I smiled as if it was everything normal,

She was deliberately seducing me going to the extent to exhibit her entire nude feminine charms to me.

I never wanted to disclose on her that I was really upset on it.

What Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm had done, couldn’t be undone now, ever.

“Good morning sweetheart.” I said, “How did you sleep?”
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm sat next to me.

“Allah, Oh my God, Durgesh, I slept amazing. My bed is so comfortable and I can’t wait to see more of Kashmir valley. Thank you so much for bringing us here on vacation.”
I leaned over and kissed Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm on top of her head, “Anything for my little girl.”
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm‘s cheeks flushed pink as she said,

“You spoil me, Durgesh. You are the best in the world!” With that, she bounced off the bed and made for the door.

My eyes watched her, more specifically the way her wonderful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass swished in the boy shorts.

I had seen now it nude.

Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm turned around with a gleam in her eyes,

“Now you and Ammī don’t take too long getting ready. We have a lot to see and do.”

I smiled at her.

She blew an air kiss to me as she walked out the door.

“Best in the world,” I thought.

Yeah, would she wonder that she’d given me a hard on?*

The family had a wonderful time on the shore of the jheel later that afternoon.

Sāliħah Faisal elected to lie out and try to relax.

She’d slathered on a ton of sunblock before coming outside.

Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm and her brothers couldn’t stay out of the water.

The boys, as well as I were awe-struck when Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm did a backwards flip off of a nearby high rock into the water.

Devesh clapped, “Impressive!” as Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm popped up out of the water.

In a mocking bow, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm looked at her brother, “Thank you… thank you.”

Shubhesh didn’t seem that impressed.

I was out on the shore of the jheel with Sāliħah Faisal.

I observed all of it and was very impressed.

Was there anything not perfect about Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm? At about that Moment she was demonstrating her handstand skills in the water to Devesh.

Even Sāliħah Faisal opened her eyes to see Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm‘s leg’s sticking straight up towards the sky as well as her toes pointed that direction.

Shaking her head, Sāliħah Faisal winked at me,

“My daughter is such a show off. I wonder where she gets that from.”

I laughed loudly,

“Ha! You’re not accusing Muħammad Naåīm, are you? And what’s this Sāliħah Faisal’s daughter,’ stuff? If I recall you had something to do with it.”

The playful banter went on like this for the rest of the day.

Around six, the family went out for dinner and a movie.

By the time we returned to our dull jheel side condo, the boys were exhausted.

Sāliħah Faisal shooed them into the house and told them to get showered and ready for bed.

As she expected, she got no rebuttal from them as they were both tired.

Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm quickly disappeared into her room and Sāliħah Faisal and I were left alone in the front room.

It wasn’t too long after that Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm reappeared with bikini bottoms on and a loose fitting mesh top on. She had a bikini top on under it.

“A little late to go for a swim don’t you think?” Sāliħah Faisal inquired of Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.

“No, not really Ammī,” Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm countered back. “I love the water, you know that. It’s a perfect time of day. The shore of the jheel isn’t crowded and the water is always warm.”

Sāliħah Faisal looked at me for some back up, but I had found the kitchen interesting all of a sudden.

With that, the argument was settled and Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm walked out the sliding glass door towards the shore of the jheel.

Sāliħah Faisal looked at me.

I had miraculously reappeared in the living room.

I knew by the way she was looking at me that an argument or at least debate was about to come.

Before Sāliħah Faisal could open her mouth, I said,

“Sāliħah Faisal, she’s nineteen years old and you have to stop treating her like she’s six. As much as you or I may not like it, your daughter is an adult. She doesn’t have to have our permission to do anything really.”

Sāliħah Faisal cut me off,

“But she lives in our house and she’s not exercising good judgment.”

I looked at Sāliħah Faisal, “And I wonder what your Ammī would have thought about her nineteen year old daughter sneaking over to my dorm room in the middle of the night. She’s just swimming Sāliħah Faisal. Thank God, we’re not dealing with her sneaking around. ”

Sāliħah Faisal shook her head,

“Oh Durgesh, you’re hopeless.”

She knew she’d once again lost the argument.

She leaned over and kissed her ‘husband’.

“I’m going to our room to watch a movie. Care to join me?”

“I’m going to pass this time, babe. I’m going to sit out here and wait for Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm to come back in the house so I can lock up once she does.”

“Ohhhhh, but she’s nineteen,” Sāliħah Faisal said sarcastically as she walked upstairs to our room.

I went into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of juice and took it out onto the back deck.

I could see Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm out in the water.

I could also see her bikini and mesh top on the shore of the jheel.

‘What am I going to do with her?’ I thought to myself, ‘One more Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. Even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was twenty eight years old when she seduced me in the moonlight. Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm is nineteen only, yet she is crazy to have my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her nineteen years old, immensely young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!!

The girls today!

Should I oblige her as well and fuck her too?

Let her to be one more Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?

Well, I should better watch and see how the more else she is crazy to fuck me.

Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm saw me sitting on the deck and made her way towards the shore of the jheel.

I pretended to be looking elsewhere as she got out of the water.

She slipped her bikini bottoms on.

They stuck to her like glue because she was still wet.

Not even bothering to put her bikini top back on, she pulled the mesh top over her head.

Her hair was wet and hanging in long strands over her shoulders.

She made her way to the deck.

I found myself looking at her body again as I sipped my juice.

I could clearly see her breasts under the mesh top.

They were full and perfectly round with gorgeous rose-tinted nipples in their tanned centers.

“Hi Durgesh!” Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm smiled as she came and sat down at the foot of the chaise I was sitting in. “Whatcha’ sippin’ on,” she tried to ask coyly.

Taking another sip before answering, I just as coyly responded,

“Nothing you can have, my dear.”

Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm smacked me on the leg as she said,

“You’re no fun, Durgesh. You are really sixty five. You disappoint young ladies now. Watch yourself, Hindu Albuåūlatul Muslimāt!”

With an enormous tease in my voice, I smiled back, cunningly,

“Your Ammī would disagree with that.”

“Ewww Durgesh,, you’re gross!” Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm laughed as she got up and took the chaise beside me.

Leaning back and stretching her legs out, I had to make sure I kept my eyes teasingly focused on the water.

We both sat outside quietly just watching the ocean waves rock back and forth in the evening light.

Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was looking at me somewhat angrily from time to time.

I also noticed she watched me carefully whether I had an erection for her or not.

When she found there was erection, she smiled triumphantly and tried to touch my erection pretending something unusual was there.

She touched my erection several times pretending it was an accident.

Once even she grabbed my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund entirely unashamed of it, pretending she wasn’t aware of it that she was holding my Uncut Hindu Lund itself in her hand.

I watched her.

I myself never tried to tell her what actually she was doing.

She kept grabbed it for almost half an hour nonstop pretending unawareness.

Was it possible?

I kept smiling sarcastically at her.

Suddenly she brought my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund out, swallowed it into her mouth and started sucking it madly.

I kept smiling.

I never stopped her.

She had tried to humiliate me reminding me that I was sixty five.

I let her suck me as much as she wanted.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!!” she whispered, “You are right. Ammī would never agree with me. The lucky bitch!”

She kept sucking me until I exploded into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī nineteen years old Pakistani Sunni Musalmān young mouth.

She swallowed it entirely.

“Thank you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu!” she whispered, “If you want to go ahead, come to my room at night. The room would be unlocked for you.”

With that, she walked majestically to her room.

Our vacation seemed to rapidly go by as it was filled with long days at the shore of the jheel and nights of luaus and good music.

Sāliħah Faisal tried to relax as much as she could, but had to limit herself as her skin was prone to burning.

Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm, on the other hand, took every opportunity to get as much sun and be in the water as she could.

She was angry however that I never went to her room despite her open expressed invitation.

As unashamed of myself as I was, I never stopped myself from getting up early in the morning and watching Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm as she did her morning yoga and swim.

I marveled at her seemingly careless attitude about walking around naked.

However, she didn’t suck me again.

She was exhibiting if I don’t need her, it’s okay with her too.
Moreover, now, she never acknowledged my presence.

Was that Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm had seen me from the second day I’d been watching?

She knew I was watching her and something about it excited her.

So on those mornings she made sure she accentuated her moves in such a way that I was sure to get a good view of her.

She loved though that I never acknowledged or admitted that I’d been watching her.

Most girls would find it creepy to know the live in relationship partners of their Ammī had seen them naked, but Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm wasn’t like most girls.

If she were, she wouldn’t have sucked me so boldly.

Now, it was her self-respect that I didn’t accept her such an open express offer of herself.

She was comfortable in her sexuality and it didn’t bother her that her Ammī’s live in relationship partner saw her.

I was NOT her father exactly.

And it was enough for her to offer herself to me that if I wanted she was available too for sex along with her Ammī, Sāliħah Faisal.

She knew men looked at her and she’d had many offers of sexual favors that she declined curtly.

Was Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm really in love with me?

A nineteen years old, extremely beautiful, immensely young, Pakistani Sunni Musalmān girl, in love with the Sixty five years old ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu?

Nevertheless, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm created opportunities for me to see her with nothing on.

It showed she hadn’t accepted her defeat however.

She was cautious though to make sure Sāliħah Faisal never did find it.

Like the morning, I had to come “find” Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm, because she’d been out sunbathing, in the nude of course.

She had her sunglasses on and pretended to be sleeping when I came upon her.

She noticed I stood there for several minutes before attempting to ‘awaken’ her.

She knew I was teasing her as well as she was teasing me.

Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm too believed in waiting and watching.

On our second to last day in Kashmir valley, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm created another opportunity.

The family was already up and her brothers were itching to get to the shore of the jheel.

She heard her Ammī tell me to go check on her and tell her to hurry up if she was coming with us.

As Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm heard me coming down the hall, she turned over on to her stomach, pulled her leg up just enough so that her magnificent, perfectly round, plump, heavy, Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān butt was perched in the air, and the sheet was pulled down just below.

She closed her eyes, as if she was sleeping, when I knocked lightly on her door.

When she didn’t answer, I gently opened the door a bit and said,

“Hey Ħamd,” just as I caught site of her.

Against my wishes, my body reacted.

My eyes took in the sight before me, and for the first time in all my gazing at her over this vacation my mind wondered what it would be like to touch her, to feel her, to be inside her.

Even the thought alerted my mind.

Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm waited a Moment after I spoke before she pretended to respond.

Opening her eyes slightly, as if the sunlight was bothering her, she turned her body just slightly so that I now could see her left breast fully, as she said,

“Hey, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.”

Even then not stupefied, I smiled at her.

My Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was rock hard at the moment.

I never tried to hide it.

Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm smiled at me triumphantly.

“Even if you are not honest, your Anant Muslimātchod Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Uncut Hindu Lund is quite honest to give away you.”

“Control yourself, baby girl,” I smiled.

She saw in my eyes,

“I want to fuck you.”

“Nonsense!”

“You’ve already fucked my entire young Musalmān ladyfriends. They ridicule me that I couldn’t seduce you as much as to fuck me too. What a young Musalmān woman I am!”

“You and your young Musalmān ladyfriends!” I smiled.

Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm grabbed my rocketing Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund and squeezed it meaningfully.

“Give it what it needs. I am ready. No problem at all.”

“The problem is with your Ammī.”

“Nonsense, she left my Abbū to fuck you. She hasn’t any right to stop me from doing the same thing she is herself crazy for.”

Suddenly she pushed me on her bed on my back.

“Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm,” I warned her.

“Shut up!” Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm shouted, “I can’t wait any more. You are playing games with me. I was ready to play them with you. Nevertheless, there’s a limit of everything.” Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm pulled my clothes out, with my pant fist, then my underwear and then she took my ever rocketing Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Kashmīrī Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Kashmīr kī Kalī!

I found myself hardening more in her mouth suddenly.

She laughed triumphantly,

“That’s my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Why are you afraid of fucking me! I don’t have any suicidal Bomb into my Kashmīrī Sunni Musalmān Choot! My Ammī, Al Sāliħah Al Faisal is a Mujāhidah, not myself. You are fucking an Al Mujāhidah already when you fuck my Ammī.”

Chapter 20

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The Audacity: 24

Posted: December 26, 2014 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Firdaus Al Murād, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Kulsoom Humāyūn, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī | Leave a comment

The Audacity

How Many Ħazrat Zaynab Bint Jaħsh Razī Allahu tålā ånahā?

Durgesh Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī

Chapter 24

Durgesh Kulsoom Humāyūn

Durgesh Al Firdaus Al Murād

Next day, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī started her new job.

She found herself in my office handling my wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock by five past nine in the morning.

With Nādirshāh Durrānī not around, there was no restraint in the soundproof office as I pounded my Uncut Hindu Cock into her all the morning.

I had especially enjoyed driving my Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat under the desk whilst I called Nādirshāh Durrānī into a five-minute meeting in the same room.

By lunchtime, and with me seemingly on the verge of another wonderful explosion deep inside of her, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī picked up the phone to call her original boyfriend, Nādirshāh Durrānī.

As Nādirshāh Durrānī answered, I increased my intensity, grabbed Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s fantastic Musalmān ass and drove my 12 inch Superb Uncut Hindu Lund into her again and again.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s name had come up on Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s phone and he was keen to know how her first day had gone:

“Hi Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, how are things going? I met Durgesh this morning and he said he had put you on a big big job but I thought you were up to it.”

There was a few seconds silence followed by a very strange reply:

“Allah! Oh God, yes, fuck! Oh yes!!”

Nādirshāh Durrānī, despite his trusting nature, thought that it sounded like Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was having sex, although he had to admit she never sounded like that with him.

“What’s happening, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī?” he asked nervously.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī turned and smiled at her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu lover.

For a moment, I thought Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was going to tell Nādirshāh Durrānī about me.

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī said into the phone:

“You know we discussed your tiny cut Musalmān noonī last night and why it wasn’t really big enough for me. Well, I have a 12 inch Uncut Hindu Lund inside me and I can’t get enough of it. It is about to cum for me again. Listen, wimp.”

She passed the phone to me.

I proceeded to grunt into the phone for a minute and a half as I unloaded shot after shot of my thick Hindu cum into Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī’s exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and she could be heard groaning and swearing in pleasure by Nādirshāh Durrānī.

I passed the phone back to Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.

“I’m dumping you for a Hindu stud with an Uncut Hindu Cock 5 times longer than yours. Sorry to be blunt.” she said into the phone. “I’m sorry because you are nice person, but you are a pathetic man where it counts.”

“But Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, size doesn’t matter that much. We get on so well together and I cared about you,” said Nādirshāh Durrānī still trying to keep her, despite suspecting she was having sex with someone other than himself.

I could not believe it.

Why the hell Nādirshāh Durrānī lacked so much self-respect?

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī wasn’t the only girl available to him.

Why don’t they leave a girl immediately if she cheats them?

Why the hell they plead to her?

Shouldn’t instead of degrading themselves in this way, they should find someone else who also needs them?

Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī replied:

“Only guys with shrimpy dicks think that. My pretty eyes and tanned firm legs seem to matter to guys. So why should it surprise you that this wonderful thick incredible Uncut Hindu Cock in my pussy should matter to me?”

“Why have you done this to me?” Nādirshāh Durrānī asked fighting back the tears.

“Wait a moment,” said Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī , “Mmmm.” This was all Nādirshāh Durrānī could hear for a couple of minutes whilst I forced my wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock down Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I blew yet another load all over into her, before Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī spoke again.

“I’m filled with his Hindu cum, Nādirshāh Durrānī. It is plastered all over inside me. I have to go though, because Durgesh wants to take me on a business trip this afternoon so I better get cleaned up. See you around.”

With that, she hung up.

I was annoyed that I had been mentioned at the end of the call but was certain Nādirshāh Durrānī would not put two and two together.

Nādirshāh Durrānī didn’t know what to think.

The mention of mine had made Nādirshāh Durrānī think.

He remembered being astonished by the size of my Uncut Hindu Cock when they had showered after playing squash and wondered why his cut Musalmān noonī was so different.

What really concerned Nādirshāh Durrānī was that this had happened before.

Nādirshāh Durrānī had a few short but good relationships but they had all ended shortly after his immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends had been introduced to his parents – well Durgesh to be honest.

Was there a link?

He phoned his long-term best friend Kulsoom Humāyūn to tell her what had happened.

Kulsoom Humāyūn told Nādirshāh Durrānī that if it were I, it would be the ultimate shit to do that to Nādirshāh Durrānī.

She had never met me, but she suspected Nādirshāh Durrānī was right about who it was, who had fucked his immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend so well, whilst Nādirshāh Durrānī was on the phone.

She suspected Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was exaggerating about the exquisiteness of her Hindu lover’s Uncut Hindu Cock.

Nevertheless, she knew it would be bigger than Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s.

She had once stayed with Nādirshāh Durrānī and had overseen him wanking over her with his tiny cut Musalmān noonī, and dribbling a few drops of cum.

Kulsoom Humāyūn always knew how hot she was with her long dark wavy hair, full red lips, wonderful double d tits, on her tiny tanned waste, and her firm Musalmān butt and tanned legs were to die for.

She was only 5 foot 6 but she was the best looking 24-year-old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān babe in town with a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body built for ‘sin’ with the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.

Kulsoom Humāyūn knew it.

She thought it might be time to meet her friend’s ever-infamous Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, and see whether I was really bigger than the studs she had enjoyed.

Kulsoom Humāyūn comforted Nādirshāh Durrānī with kind words.

Nevertheless, secretly Kulsoom Humāyūn thought to herself that this girl Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī who she had met once couldn’t compete with these, as she squeezed her wonderful firm Musalmān tits together.

In addition, the best way to that wonderful Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund seems to be through her best friend Nādirshāh Durrānī.*

I continued to fuck Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī on a daily basis and to take her on trips.

Nevertheless, I was pleased to hear that Nādirshāh Durrānī had met her new guy and had assumed this was the guy who fucked her on the phone.

Nādirshāh Durrānī called Kulsoom Humāyūn to tell her how stupid he had been to doubt me and that the new man in Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s life was a sportsman.

Kulsoom Humāyūn sounded pleased for Nādirshāh Durrānī that he trusted me again and arranged to meet me that evening.

Kulsoom Humāyūn turned up wearing a tight jumper that strained its way over her firm tits, and jeans that clung to her amazing bubble shaped perfect Musalmān ass.

Nādirshāh Durrānī was spellbound by her exquisite Musalmān body and had to go to the bathroom to cum so that he did not have an accident in his trousers whilst talking to her.

Kulsoom Humāyūn was only too well aware of the effect she was having on her friend.

She turned the conversation to Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī and why Nādirshāh Durrānī had thought it may have been I cheating on him, a thought Nādirshāh Durrānī now had reassured himself was nonsense.

Nādirshāh Durrānī was annoyed that Kulsoom Humāyūn was so persistent about this topic as it was humiliating for him to discuss what Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had said about his cut Musalmān noonī size, strength and lust.

Nādirshāh Durrānī was adamant never to admit that it was a man’s sexual lust actually that played vital and pivotal role in sex.

He was one of those foolishly sacramented men who were insistently and persistently taught that sexual lust was a sin.

One should never have any sexual lust for anyone until and unless he isn’t married.

It made him ashamed of himself every time whenever he felt even an infinitesimal sexual lust for anyone until he wasn’t married.

He was ashamed of himself that his sexual organ was expanding.

It stopped its natural growth.

Nādirshāh Durrānī admitted to Kulsoom Humāyūn that he had been puzzled why I had a much larger penis than Nādirshāh Durrānī.

Then he told her a story about his first immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend Al Firdaus Al Murād.

Nādirshāh Durrānī had been going out with her when they were both 19.

Nādirshāh Durrānī was excited because she was so fit and he had waited so long to lose his virginity.

She wasn’t nearly as good looking as Kulsoom Humāyūn but she had firm tits that were nearly as big as Kulsoom Humāyūn’s and long legs.

Nādirshāh Durrānī hadn’t yet had sex with her when they went on a family holiday with his parents.

The first night Al Firdaus Al Murād had pulled down Nādirshāh Durrānī’s boxer shorts she had laughed in his face and that moment still hurt Nādirshāh Durrānī now.

Kulsoom Humāyūn heard this part of the story and could see that Nādirshāh Durrānī was upset.

She gave him a long cuddle pressing her tits into his chest and her long hair into his face.

She said innocently:

“How big is yours, show me and I bet I don’t laugh. Size really doesn’t matter if you love each other.”

She thought to herself she have never had a stud with an Uncut Hindu Cock smaller than 8 inches so this should be interesting.

He pulled out his throbbing 2 inch cut Musalmān noonī..

Kulsoom Humāyūn was shocked and horrified.

She hadn’t thought Nādirshāh Durrānī was so useless.

Nevertheless, she smiled at him and said:

“Is that for me, I’m flattered.”

She pushed her wonderful tits together with her elbows and bent forward to take a closer look.

Nādirshāh Durrānī couldn’t believe how amazing her tits looked locked inside the jumper.

With one pull on his tiny cut Musalmān noonī Nādirshāh Durrānī came, not like a torrent, but a mere dribble.

Kulsoom Humāyūn smiled at Nādirshāh Durrānī:

“I never knew you felt this way, maybe we should consider going out together but first I want to hear about Al Firdaus Al Murād. I hope you dumped her for laughing at you.”

Nādirshāh Durrānī was delighted.

His dream Musalmān woman was offering to go out with him.

Nādirshāh Durrānī told Kulsoom Humāyūn how he had not seen Al Firdaus Al Murād for much of the week’s holiday.

What Nādirshāh Durrānī did not know was that after that first night Al Firdaus Al Murād has given up on her boyfriend and had been in a terrible mood the next morning.

Nādirshāh Durrānī and his Ammī, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, had gone for a swim.

It was just Al Firdaus Al Murād and I were at the apartment.

“How are things with Nādirshāh Durrānī?” I asked.

“I always thought he was really great but lacked confidence, now I know why. His cut Musalmān noonī is tiny. It is a mere stub. Sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it, he probably inherited it from you.” Al Firdaus Al Murād said smiling arrogantly.*
Ch

I smiled:

“I think you will find that he inherited that characteristic from my ‘wife’, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī‘s family. All the men in her family have tiny dicks and it is a dominant gene I’m afraid. Look Al Firdaus Al Murād, I can prove it.”

Al Firdaus Al Murād laughed.

“How the hell do you know all the man in Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī’s family have tiny dicks? Are their wives having sex with you blaming their husbands for their unfaithfulness too?”

“Well, believe it or not, it’s true.”

“Allah, you mean you are fucking the entire womankind of your wife, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī’s family?” Al Firdaus Al Murād laughed at me teasingly.

“It’s true about most of my Musalmān wives’ families’ beautiful Musalmān houseladies. They are married with my sālās etc. but practically I fuck them.”

“Because you have more money than their husbands do have?” Al Firdaus Al Murād criticized me.

“You may draw your own conclusions.” I laughed myself too.

“Don’t believe us beautiful Musalmān houseladies everything we claim of our husbands. Most of us blame our entirely innocent husbands only to please you.”

“I know. They think I feel proud of my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund when they claim their husbands cut Musalmān noonī is worthless. Well, I smile at their ignorance of my nature.”

“There you are.”

“I see.”

“And you said you can prove you aren’t responsible for Nādirshāh Durrānī’s tiny cut Musalmān noonī?”

“Sure, you don’t believe it?”

Al Firdaus Al Murād suddenly pulled out my wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock without any ultimatum.

It saluted at her as it swung proudly, triumphantly and even invitingly almost.

It grew harder and longer.

“How big is it!” she said pleasantly shocked, quietly. “I have never seen anything like it. Nādirshāh Durrānī certainly didn’t inherit that.”

“Bigger than Nādirshāh Durrānī’s then? He doesn’t have 12 inches to offer you.”

Al Firdaus Al Murād had never seen one half this big.

“I thought this week was going to be a waste of time but now … can I touch it, it is throbbing. Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! it’s wonderful!!”

“Funny, I never thought this week was going to be anything other than fantastic. Nādirshāh Durrānī finally gets an immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend who has beautiful legs and wonderful tits. unfortunately he inherited a useless dick from my ‘wife’, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī’s family. You’re going to enjoy being fucked by this,” I said as I walked up to her, mauled her tits and pressed my Superb Uncut Hindu Lund through her lips.”

Nādirshāh Durrānī knew nothing of any of this.

Al Firdaus Al Murād had only managed to take 8 inches but after 20 minutes, she was still slobbering over it and trying to eat my wonderful balls.

“This is how much I cum and you better get used to it this week” I said.

I pushed my Superb Uncut Hindu Lund into her mouth and pointed it at her throat.

The look of desire and expectancy on her face transformed to one of shock within seconds.

Al Firdaus Al Murād had picked up the phone, dialed Nādirshāh Durrānī’s number and waited for him to answer.

Al Firdaus Al Murād was wanking me into her extremely attractive young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth when Nādirshāh Durrānī said: “Hi Durgesh, what are you and Al Firdaus Al Murād doing? Ammī and I will be back in 5 minutes. I need a chat with Al Firdaus Al Murād.”

“Don’t worry, Nādirshāh Durrānī, Al Firdaus Al Murād is about to have a drink and a shower, she is feeling much better about the holiday now. She is just having a drink now or I would get her to come to the phone.”

Whilst Nādirshāh Durrānī replied, Al Firdaus Al Murād put the phone down, pointed my Uncut Hindu Cock at Nādirshāh Durrānī’s immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend’s welcoming open mouth and erupted.

For ten seconds, whilst I could vaguely hear Nādirshāh Durrānī droning on about enjoying swimming I fired wonderful quantities into her mouth.

I reached for the phone and interrupted Nādirshāh Durrānī:

“Is your Ammī there, I need a quick word.”

I pressed my Uncut Hindu Cock back down Al Firdaus Al Murād’s throat and started cumming uncontrollably.

I told my ‘wife’, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, that I planned to go on a cycle ride today with Nādirshāh Durrānī and Al Firdaus Al Murād. Al Firdaus Al Murād was a keen cyclist. My ‘wife’, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, could relax in the department.

My ‘wife’, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, didn’t suspect a thing.

As I ended the call I pushed my Uncut Hindu Cock back inside her mouth and released what Al Firdaus Al Murād thought would be the final dregs of my amazing Hindu ejaculate.

Nevertheless, it was 30 seconds until she felt the constant stream of my Hindu cum slowing down her Musalmān throat.

“This afternoon I am going to fuck you so that you can’t walk for a week, Al Firdaus Al Murād.” I smiled at her,

“ You better have a shower now.”

Chapter 25

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 18

Posted: December 22, 2014 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Bajrang Dal, Bajrang Dal's Bahu lao-Movement, Behavioural Science, Dr, Durgesh, Feminism, Fātimah Al Wahāb, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Kashmir, life sciences, Lākhan Singh, Maulānā Maudūdī, Maulānā Saiyad Abul Åālā Maudūdī, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim Terrorism, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad Naåīm, Rājesh Rājpūt, Saiyad Abul Aålā Maudūdī, Shamīmah Iftikħār, Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Sidrah Aħmad, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Sāliħah Faisal, Tafhīmul Qur’an, Terrorism, Yazīd, Yazīd malåūn, Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi, Āmnah Azhar, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm | Leave a comment

Chapter 18

And how she had seduced me three years ago, in the Moonlight.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī

Durgesh Al Samīnah Al Faraħ

Durgesh Sāliħah Faisal

I smiled.

“According to Al Qur’an Al Karīm itself, Al Qur’an Al Karīm is actually, Tafsīl Al Kitābi. Tenth Soorat, Soora-e-Yūnus, Āyat 37. We Hindus think Ved is Alkitāb.”

Āmnah Azhar laughed impishly,

“We Musalmīn don’t. Maulānā Saiyad Abul Aålā Maudūdī raħamatullāh ålayhi, himself has written in his world famous tafhīm, Tafhīmul Qur’an:

“Umm al-Kitab”: the “Original Book”: the Book from which all the Books sent down to the Prophets have been derived.

In Surah (56)AI-Waqi`ah the same thing has been described as Kitab-um-Maknun (the hidden and preserved Book) and in Surah (85)AI-Buruj 22 as Lauh-i Mahfuz (the Preserved Tablet), that is, the Tablet whose writing cannot be effaced, which is secure from every kind of interference.

By saying that the Qur’an is inscribed in Umm al-Kitab, attention has been drawn to an important truth.

Different Books had been revealed by Allah in different ages to different Prophets for the guidance of different nations in different languages, but aII these Books invited mankind to one and the same Faith: they regarded one and the same thing as the Truth; they presented one and the same criterion of good and evil; they propounded the same principles of morality and civilization; in short, they brought one and the same Din (Religion).

The reason was that their source and origin was the same, only words were different; they had the same meaning and theme which is inscribed in a Source Book with Allah, and whenever there was a need, He raised a Prophet and sent down the same meaning and subject-matter clothed in a particular diction according to the environment and occasion.

Had Allah willed to raise the Prophet Muhammad (upon whom be His peace) in another nation instead of the Arabs, He would have sent down the same Qur’an in the language of that nation.”’

“What do you want to say actually, Āmnah Azhar?”

“Don’t tell me that you didn’t understand.” Āmnah Azhar smiled, “I would never believe. You are too wise that no one can believe you didn’t understand.”

“I see,”

“Maulānā Saiyad Abul Aålā Maudūdī has clearly written ‘inscribed in a Source Book with Allah’. Ved is not with Allah. It’s with you, Hindus.”

“And why does Allah need to keep this Source Book with him?”

“Simple, so that there could never be any alteration Allah doesn’t want in the Source Book.” Āmnah Azhar smiled triumphantly, “Stupid question. I never thought you can’t understand even such a simple necessity.”

“I see.” I smiled patiently, “So, you think Allah can save this Source Book, Alkitāb, from any unwanted alteration only if it’s with Him? As soon as it’s out of His exclusive possession, Allah is, Shanno Mitrah, never capable to keep it safe from it? You really think Allah is that much incapable, Shanno Mitrah sham Varuñah shanno bhavatvaryamā!”*

Her partner and Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had just broken up.

It wasn’t that big of a deal, but she had probably been the one Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was most ready to settle down with.

They’d been together for a year.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had thought that they were on a great track that had a promising future.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was optimistic that within the coming years there would be equal rights and at least general acceptance of their lifestyle.

However, when Al Samīnah Al Faraħ told her that she didn’t think that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was truly a “lesbian”, she took offense.

It didn’t matter that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was genuinely attracted to her, or that they had great chemistry.

In the end, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ wasn’t “real”.

Her bisexuality was a problem and it brought to an end what seemed so bright only days before.

As a result, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ ended up back home over New Year’s Day weekend.

That’s kind of how Al Samīnah Al Faraħ got into the situation that she currently found herself in.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was thinking that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ would just get some time away from the pressures of office and the break up and take a breather.

Her sisters, normally her support crew, were off enjoying their own lives in different parts of the world and were probably out working it with someone special for the big January 1.

Not Al Samīnah Al Faraħ.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ would just be home alone with me.

That’s the other part of her situation, I.

Despite being extremely loyal to the Pseudo Islam and Kashmir valley, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ loved me to death, but sometimes I was a bit over mature.

Growing up with a coop immensely full of hens, I learned almost everything about them.

Three daughters and their Ammī.

Naturally, I got quite clued in.

When Al Samīnah Al Faraħ asked to come over for the holiday, I had promised her a fun care-free time.

And I had delivered.

I managed to take her mind off her break up, her ex, and getting acclimated to a life of singleness all over again.

Course, I managed to do that by getting us both smashed.

Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had driven the hour from office to the house Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had grown up in and had arrived to find a sizable amount of alcoholic beverages and liquors spread out across the counter tops.

Typical Ammī.

Never surrendered to me for keeping Alcohol out of their life.

The Mujāhidāt were never as against the liquor as even the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh, was.

Sometimes, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ thought whether Durgesh is really right.

Countless Mujāhidāt were never against wine and sex with Hindus.

They wanted to establish Islamic supremacy on Hindus either this way or that way.

Fortunately, Hindus themselves had their Imām Nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt and Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat movements.

Pseudo Musalmīn always used these two movements for establishing Pseudo Islam.

Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi was never a Muslim at all.

No MUSLIM could do ever what Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi deliberately did to massacre true Musalmīn and to degrade true Mujāhidāt-e-Islam.*

Āmnah Azhar was lying entirely nude on her until Musalmān husband Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was neither nude nor he needed to.

I was nude and serving his extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Āmnah Azhar with my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund penetrating her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot profoundly.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was lying on his back on the bed.

His nude twenty eight years old wife was lying on him in such a way that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s mouth was immediately below her beautiful Musalmān ass.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was licking her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass penetrating it with his expert tongue.

Āmnah Azhar wasn’t alone enjoying his such services.

Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī was the everfirst that used her younger brother’s tongue for it.

Then it was Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, their Ammī.

Then their beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

Then their beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī enjoyed it so much himself that he professionally adopted it to other needy beautiful Musalmān houseladies and their beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends too.

His tongue was so expert in this service now that he was more popular among needy beautiful Musalmān houseladies and their beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends as a tongue service provider than as a normal man even.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī even enjoyed our Ashvinātam sexual orgasms when our secretions naturally fell into his open mouth.

I knew their activities were not normal.

They wanted to punish Musalmān terrorists, Musalmān criminals and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn in this way.

After Narendr Modi won the election 2014 and became the 15^th Prime Minister of India, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s such services were so much in demand that he approached other similar minded Pseudo Musalmīn friends of him and started a regular tongue service providing commercial network.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Sidrah Aħmad and Rājesh Rājpūt were approached, and they delightfully congratulated Al Nādir Al Ghāzī and his similar cuckold Musalmān friends for providing such superb services to Hindus and their Musalmān beloveds.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar laughed fucking Fātimah al Wahāb.

“It’s a totally new approach. Of course, Durgesh, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, and similar over humane Hindus would never appreciate it, but the Hindu society is not made of such ever impractical persons only.”

“Let’s get you ready,” Lākhan Singh said.

He stood in front of Shamīmah Iftikħār and expertly pulled her nightgown over her head.

Shamīmah Iftikħār couldn’t believe this was happening.

Now Shamīmah Iftikħār was breathing so hard it felt like panting.

Lākhan Singh put his hands on her ankles.

“Relax,” he said.

Then he propped her legs up on the couch so Shamīmah Iftikħār was spread wide open.

He smiled at Shamīmah Iftikħār and planted a firm but almost polite kiss on her young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot slit.

Her young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was on fire.

Shamīmah Iftikħār ached for release.

Shamīmah Iftikħār had already gotten herself going before, now this was something out of a fantasy.

Shamīmah Iftikħār tried to grab his head and keep it there.

Lākhan Singh laughed, pulling away. “Not yet, Shammo!.”

He took her hand and stepped aside.

Shamīmah Iftikħār realized someone was standing there- no, five people.

The crowd outside was now in the house.

And undressing!

Lākhan Singh squeezed her hand reassuringly as the first one approached Shamīmah Iftikħār.

He was maybe twenty-five with a smiling, eager face.

Brown hair, average build, and naked.

His Uncut Hindu Lund was in his hand.

Shamīmah Iftikħār stared at it.

4-5 inches long.

Already hard.

Her stomach felt tight, her hands shook a little.

He stroked himself for a few seconds, eyes locked on her naked skin.

Shamīmah Iftikħār saw a tiny drop of precum on the tip of its head.

Shamīmah Iftikħār closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing.

This is what Shamīmah Iftikħār wanted, right?

But Shamīmah Iftikħār can’t!

Not like this.

Not when-

Suddenly Shamīmah Iftikħār felt that strange Uncut Hindu Lund sliding up and down her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot slit.

Her breath stopped.

Indian Uncut Hindu Lund.

In her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Time stopped.

Shamīmah Iftikħār felt Lākhan Singh squeeze her hand again.

Then the strange Indian Uncut Hindu Lund entered Shamīmah Iftikħār’s Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Well, that’s what they said was at stake!

It was her sacrifice for the cause of Kashmir valley!
Shamīmah Iftikħār kept her eyes closed at first, as if it was some kind of dream.

Vīr Vikram Pratāp pushed all the way in, then slowly started fucking Shamīmah Iftikħār in a steady rhythm.

Her whole Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body quivered. Shamīmah Iftikħār will never get over the feeling of a new Indian Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.

If one isn’t an experienced Pakistani Sunni Musalmān woman, of Indian Uncut Hindu Lund, she has no idea.

Each one felt different.

Each experience was amazing.

Rājesh Rājpūt laughed.

“Shamīmah Iftikħār is getting gangbanged not by BJP men, by Bajrang Dal men instead, on the strategical request of PDP.”

Shamīmah Iftikħār watched Rājesh Rājpūt scornfully,

“We Pakistani Sunni Musalmān women love Durgesh, but we hate you, Rājesh Rājpūt! Shankar Mahāpralayankar! Sidrah Aħmad! You are crazy persons. Durgesh is of course radically different from you communal animal Hindus.”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar laughed.

“Rājesh Rājpūt, Shamīmah Iftikħār, the great Pakistani Sunni Musalmān politician loves Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, instead of us. Durgesh is really a miracle. Entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies want to get his Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into their Musalmān Choots without any single exception even.”

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī and her ever enthusiast Young Musalmān Lady Brigade is managing it all. they cunningly, shrewdly and intelligently plan to advertise the fantastic attributes of Durgesh’s Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund. I see even every beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is crazy to get it inside her.”*

It was still dark outside when I opened my eyes.

Sāliħah Faisal, my friend, Muħammad Naåīm’s wonderful, extremely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Pakistani Sunni Musalmān wife, was lying on her stomach asleep under me.

My Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was still buried entirely into her still miraculously tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Alas, Muħammad Naåīm couldn’t give her what I could, neither money, nor sex.

I could feel her wonderful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass filling my nude Hindu lap.

I smiled to myself as I looked at it.

It was the 3rd night of our ten-day vacation in Kashmir valley.

To both of our pleasure I had thoroughly ravaged her last night and it culminated with me cumming in that beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass of hers.

It was the reason Sāliħah Faisal separated herself from Muħammad Naåīm.

“It’s wrong. It’s a sin in Islam.” Muħammad Naåīm had refused Sāliħah Faisal outright.

“Well,” Sāliħah Faisal thundered, “I’m your wife, and I love it.”

Muħammad Naåīm was startled

“Sāliħah Faisal!”

“Isn’t my ass extraordinarily beautiful?”

“Of course, it is. Of course, it is. But it doesn’t mean…”

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘Why?’? It’s wrong. It’s a sin.” Muħammad Naåīm was quite surprised.

“I hinted you before our marriage.” Sāliħah Faisal said curtly.

“I know.”

“You said you’d see to it.”

“That’s right, Sāliħah Faisal, but…”

“No but, you promised me. I need it.”

Muħammad Naåīm didn’t oblige her and it brought Sāliħah Faisal ultimately to me.

Still smiling, I quietly slid out of bed and went into the bathroom to relieve myself.

Turning the light back off before I opened the bathroom door into the bedroom, as not to disturb Sāliħah Faisal, I quietly grabbed my robe from the chaise at the foot of the bed and slipped it on.

Opening the door of our room, I quietly crept out and walked down the hall of our dull jheel side condo.

HVSI owned several beautiful enormous structures in Kashmir valley.

I always enjoyed this time of the day.

I enjoyed watching the sunrise before the world awoke and got its day started.

Making sure as not to make any noise and wake the kids up, I put some coffee on.

Once the kids were up our day would be nonstop.

Well, at least when the boys woke up.

My boys from Sāliħah Faisal, Devesh and Shubhesh, were 11 and 9.

Her oldest was Sāliħah Faisal’s daughter, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.

She was 19.

Once my coffee was ready, I poured myself a cup and walked to the sliding glass door that lead out to the deck.

I walked out on to the deck, quietly slid the door and closed behind me.

I pulled a chair close to the edge of the deck and sat down in it.

Promptly propping my feet up on the railing in front of me.

I inhaled deeply the aromatic aroma of my coffee before enjoying the first sip.

I was a man at peace.

I owned my own consulting firms under HVSI and it made a good living for my entire families.

My friend, Muħammad Naåīm’s wonderful extremely beautiful wife, of 22 years, Sāliħah Faisal, was a wedding consultant.

Between the two of us, our incomes afforded us opportunities I would have loved to have as a child myself.

As I reflected, I thought about our children.

Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was 19 and was my girl to the core.

Her own Abbū, Muħammad Naåīm, was a loser in her eyes.

She was sympathetic for him, yet he wasn’t her hero, I was.

A loser can get sympathies, but none wants to be as him.

He was ‘poor Abbū’, as far as Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was concerned.

She had graduated high school the year prior and was just completing her first year of junior college.

I was so proud of her.

No one could deny that Sāliħah Faisal’s oldest was a beauty indeed.

With her stunning looks, she had landed her first modeling gig at sixteen.

At 5’7, she had chocolate brown eyes and they were framed by long spiky lashes.

Her hair that hung just at her shoulder blades was thick and a light honey brown color.

It complemented her flawless creamy coffee complexion.

What made it worse, from a fatherly perspective, was how curvaceously shaped her body was.

Although she modeled, she was no string bean.

I had no idea her exact chest size or clothing size, but I did know that she had very full breasts, a curvy waist and an ass, that when she wore a bikini made men do double takes.

This didn’t bring comfort to me, however.

That was the baby girl they were ogling.

Nevertheless, what surprised me even more was how comfortable Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was with her body.

Not that I wanted Sāliħah Faisal’s daughter, to have a distorted body image, but she was comfortable to the point that around the house she wore things that Sāliħah Faisal would have to remind her to cover up because she had brothers.

At the shore of the jheel, it was even worse.

The back of her bikini bottom, if one could call it that did little to hide her wonderful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān assets.

I always teased her and called her double trouble because she had brains and beauty both.

I would tell her she would be a formidable match for any man.

I didn’t worry as much about Devesh and Shubhesh as I did Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.

Devesh was more a rough and tumble boy, whereas Shubhesh was the more sensitive one.

I chalked that up to the fact that Shubhesh was definitely an Ammī’s boy through and through.

Sāliħah Faisal babied him almost to a fault.

That was the one area Sāliħah Faisal and I, as parents, disagreed with each other the most.

I felt that she babied Shubhesh too much and was making him too dependent on her.

Sāliħah Faisal felt that I never came to her defense where Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was concerned.

Sāliħah Faisal and Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm butted heads, the older Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm got.

That, however, doesn’t mean that they didn’t have a good mother daughter relationship, but Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm’s fiercely independent spirit definitely had its moments when it clashed with Sāliħah Faisal’s over protective mothering.

When Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm turned 18 and started being a bit less conservative, in her manner of dress, that was when they really started butting heads.

Less conservative meaning her clothes tended to accentuate that body that I was so cautious for her about.

However, I believed Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm to be an adult and she should be allowed to make her own decisions.

I was so lost in my musings that I didn’t seem to notice the time passing and the sky was just starting to lighten.

As my eyes scanned out on the shore of the jheel, I noticed someone out there.

My, I thought, someone’s out here even earlier than I am.

As my eyes focused, the person appeared to be maybe doing yoga out on the shore of the jheel.

It was hard for me to tell.

I leaned a bit forward in my chair and let my eyes focus.

It appeared to be a woman.

She was on her back with her legs tucked under her.

Her back was arched though pushing her chest high into the sky.

Her arms were stretched out beside her and her head resting on the sand.

The light in the sky was lightening up enough that I was starting to see a little clearer.

My eyes widened and my mouth gaped open as I discerned two things at once.

One, the woman wasn’t wearing a bikini top.

I could clearly see the definition of her full breasts.

Her nipples pert and pointing in the air.

But secondly, and more importantly, that woman wasn’t just any woman, it was Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.

I was dumbfounded.

Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was topless and doing yoga on the shore of the dull jheel.

As if completely oblivious to me sitting there, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm got up from the position she’d been lying in.

She stood with her back to me.

I suddenly remembered Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Was Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm doing the same thing?

I, still sitting there now saw that she was not just topless but bottomless as well.

Something in my brain told me to get up and go in the house.

However, I sat there almost paralyzed.

I’d seen Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm’s butt before, but covered a little at least with a bikini bottom.

But now, with her back to me I had a completely unobstructed view, and the view was incredible.

Her cheeks were plump and full. The kind that a man could lose my load over doing her from behind.

I felt a distinct reaction to this thought.

My face didn’t froze, in horror, as I realized looking at Sāliħah Faisal’s daughter’s ass was giving me a hard on.

It was normal for me now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Just Eighteen Just Adult and Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh movements had made my brain convinced that it was normal for me to lust and have sex with even Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān girls.

Moreover, nowadays almost every Musalmān was inviting me to take his Musalmān daughter’s cherry on her 18^th birthday.

If I didn’t oblige them, they turned out to be my bitterest enemy.

While if I obliged them, they were my everbest friends instead.

Incredible?

Yet, true!

“It’s a delicate medical matter to take a cherry of a Just Eighteen Just Adult girl.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan argued, “It’s better the everbest sex therapist must do it, instead of an immensely inexperienced new learner.”

“I suggest more.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ said gravely, “She must have at least one year with her sex therapist to be used to it.”

I wasn’t startled to find out that their blind followers and fans immediately grabbed it as the utmost important medical necessity.

Without turning back, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm walked toward the water.

I watched as Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm walked further into the surf.

The further she walked, the more of her body was hidden as it submerged in the water.

I made my getaway into the house when I watched her dunk herself under the water.

Almost in a daze, I made my way back to Sāliħah Faisal and my room. Sāliħah Faisal was just waking up as I walked in.

She smiled at me as I came through the door.

“Hey stud,” she said suggestively, all the while smiling.

Momentarily undecided, I had to pull my thoughts together.

“Good morning sexy,” I said to Sāliħah Faisal as I crawled on to our bed.

Once I settled myself beside Sāliħah Faisal, Sāliħah Faisal pulled herself up on top of my lap and straddled me.

She ground herself against me and was pleased at the reaction she got. Little did she know, though, my reaction wasn’t necessarily due to her grinding against me.

I hadn’t quite recovered from seeing Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.

I saw the glint in Sāliħah Faisal’s eyes and I knew what she wanted.

I made the gesture to slide my pajama bottoms down and Sāliħah Faisal raised herself up enough for me to do so.

Once they were removed, she quickly impaled herself upon my erect Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.

My eyes closed and my breath inhaled as I felt my friend, Muħammad Naåīm’s wonderful extremely beautiful wife, wrap around me.

Opening my eyes, I looked at Sāliħah Faisal and put my index finger in front of my mouth in a “shhh” motion.

Whispering, Sāliħah Faisal asked, “why?”

“”We don’t need the kids to hear,” I whispered back.

“They’re asleep, they’ll never know,” Sāliħah Faisal whispered back with a bit more volume.

I furrowed my brow at her,

“No, they’re not. Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm is awake.”

Sāliħah Faisal’s eyes widened,

“Oh, she’s up early,” she said as her hips continued to slide up and down my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.

She loved how rigid and hard I was as she slammed herself down harder and harder upon it.

Sāliħah Faisal kept this motion up as if endlessly.

Until my eyes signaled to her that, I was about to cum.

Chapter 19

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Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband

Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan

Chapter 42

Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Faizān

Al Nādirah Al Faizān let out a little moan as Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan kept massaging her proud Musalmān breasts.

“Ya, your twenty eight years old, excellent, young friend, Al Nādirah Al Faizān, sure has a hot Musalmān body, Durgesh. And if you’re lucky enough to get the one that fucks as good as her, you will be set for life!” Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan said out loud, as he pinched her nipples.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān was so turned on, the juices from her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot started running down her legs.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān heard a gasp from me as I heard her moans.

“Al Nādirah Al Faizān, I sure do hope I get that lucky, Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan!” I said.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān looked at me.

I didn’t even bother to take my hand of my now fully hard ever resolute, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund.

It was so big its head was poking out of the top of my briefs.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān couldn’t take it anymore.

She knew it was going to happen right then.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān reached up, turned the stove off, and thrust her extremely beautiful, young, rounded, gorgeous, glamorous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect firm Musalmān ass back into the groin of her husband who was also in only his boxers.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān felt as his hard piece throbbed against her exquisite ardent Musalmān butt.

“You haven’t got now a girl yet, Durgesh?” Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan asked me.

“No, still alone now, Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan!” I said.

That was when Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan whispered in her ear,

“You hear that Hun? You have to take Durgesh’s aloofness! He is so fucking hot!”

Al Nādirah Al Faizān whispered back in her husband’s ear,

“Allah! Oh my God, you are quite right, Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan. Durgesh is so hot, I need to fuck him right now!”

Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan kissed her neck, dropped his hands to her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and stuck a finger deep in her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Her moan was loud as Al Nādirah Al Faizān came all over his finger right there in front of me, their ever-infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu!

Al Nādirah Al Faizān heard me gasp.

Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan said,

“Perfect….”

Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan kept massaging her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Al Nādirah Al Faizān knew Al Nādirah Al Faizān wasn’t far from orgasm as he dipped two fingers deep inside her folds.

Her moans were strong and loud.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān had given up on putting up a front for me.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān looked over and noticed I was blatantly stroking her ever unyielding, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund now.

It looked so attractive the outline hard and the precum was starting to gather.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān whispered into her husband’s ear that Al Nādirah Al Faizān had to have a taste of mine.

Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan told Al Nādirah Al Faizān to go ahead for it.

He pulled his fingers out of her dripping cunt and Al Nādirah Al Faizān sauntered over to where I was sitting.

Her eyes were wide with wonder and hope.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān was going to make her greatest fantasies come true as Al Nādirah Al Faizān dropped to her knees and pulled down my damp underwear.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān pulled them to her face and licked the tasty wet spot that had formed on account of me.

My Hindu precum tasted brilliant and Al Nādirah Al Faizān couldn’t wait to taste it from the source.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān grabbed my eight inches hard, thick, ever resolute, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund and her excellent young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body responded with a little jump.

My hard, ever resolute, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund felt so nice and warm in her hand.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān started to stroke it.

I let out a guttural moan as her young Musalmān hands worked magic over my Uncut Hindu shaft.

Very slowly, her grip traveled up and down my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.

When Al Nādirah Al Faizān got to the top of its head, she increased the pressure of her grip and started her journey back down.

This movement caused the eye of my ever unyielding, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund head to open up and let go another teardrop of my Hindu fluid.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān stared for a minute at the glistening drop that had started leaking over the head of my ever-youthful Hindu Prick.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān dropped her head and stuck out her hungry Musalmān tongue, taking her second taste of my salty goodness.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān continued to lick.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān swirled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue all over its head.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān reveled in the cute way my ever unyielding, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund.

It would twitch every time her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue tapped its glands.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān was enjoying it very much.

She gripped the base of my Hindu shaft and opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth wide.

There was no turning back as Al Nādirah Al Faizān swallowed my Hindu hardness all the way down her Musalmān throat.

The heat from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot would allow her no other course of action.

The taboo nature of the whole scene had her head spinning and her heart pounding as she increased the speed of her hot wet blowjob on me.

“Your twenty eight years old, excellent, young friend, Al Nādirah Al Faizān, could sure suck your ever unwavering, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund eh, Durgesh?” Al Nādirah Al Faizān heard Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan say as Al Nādirah Al Faizān felt him move in behind her.

“Oh sure, you ain’t lying Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan! But if she doesn’t stop soon I would gonna blow!” I smiled.

My words only encouraged Al Nādirah Al Faizān to go faster.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān wanted to feel my hot Hindu Semen splash in the back of her Musalmān throat.

Her husband noticed her increased vigor and urged me to do just that.

“Ya Durgesh, that is what she wants, she loves to swallow cum! Shoot your hot Hindu cum right down your hot young Musalmān ladyfriend’s throat, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Cum right in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth!” Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan impelled me.

His words must have done something to me because in no time I was raising my hips to thrust my ever unyielding, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund deeper in her Musalmān throat.

Then Al Nādirah Al Faizān felt the wonderful blast of my hot Hindu cum hit her Musalmān tonsils.

“OOOOHHH FFFFUUUCCCKK MMMOOOMMM IIIII’MMM CUUUUMMMINGGG RRRRIIGGHHTTT DDDOOWWNN YOOUURR TTTTTHHRRROOAAT!!!!” I smiled triumphantly proudly.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān didn’t miss a drop and lavished in her taste.

After Al Nādirah Al Faizān swallowed all my Hindu juice Al Nādirah Al Faizān got up off her knees.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān felt her husband press her body against me from behind,

His hand once again found her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and drove his fingers in deep.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān looked down and saw me staring at Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan’s finger sliding in and out of her soaked young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

My ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund never lost its hardness and started twitching again from the site.

Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan’s finger felt fantastic sliding in and out of her hot young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and soon Al Nādirah Al Faizān was moving her hips back and forth to match the rhythm of his finger fucking.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān then pulled the slinky silk nightdress over her head and made herself completely naked.

Grabbing my head Al Nādirah Al Faizān pulled him to her ever-erect proud Musalmān breast to make me kiss her there.

I accepted her tit and kissed it passionately.

The combination of my mouth kissing at her nipple and her husband’s skilled finger deep in her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was too much for Al Nādirah Al Faizān to take and soon her whole body began to shake.

Her foot started tapping like a dog when you scratch the special spot on the body and her knees grew weak as she exploded her hot young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot juice all over her husband’s hand.

Her cum was so intense when it finally subsided I noticed Al Nādirah Al Faizān had left a puddle on the kitchen floor.

It was a great feeling but Al Nādirah Al Faizān wanted and needed more.

Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan could tell it was the time for Al Nādirah Al Faizān to get properly fucked.

He said,

“Well, why don’t we all go up to our bedroom and finish this off, right?”

Al Nādirah Al Faizān heard Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan proclaim and Al Nādirah Al Faizān couldn’t have agreed more!

The three of us hurried up to the bedroom.

Her heart was beating fast in anticipation of taking my Hindutv inside her ravenous Musalmān Choot.

When we got there, her husband and I both stripped off what little clothing we had.

My ever resolute, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund and his cut Musalmān noonī were hard and throbbing

His cut Musalmān noonī was just begging for attention, while my ever resolute, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund was demanding it authoritatively.

For a couple of seconds we all seemed to be frozen in our lust and just stood there looking at each other.

Her husband quickly fixed the situation and took control.

“Hun, why don’t you lie down and let Durgesh fuck that sweet young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot of yours?” He said, and in a lustful trance, Al Nādirah Al Faizān got on the bed and spread her legs for me.

“Come on Durgesh, and stick that nicest hard ever resolute, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund in the ardent Musalmān houselady!” Al Nādirah Al Faizān cried to me.

I immediately got between her legs and gripped my ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund aiming it at her wet Musalmān hole.

Her orgasm ripped through her body as soon as my ever resolute, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

For a minute, Al Nādirah Al Faizān was in disbelief.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān couldn’t believe that a simple suggestion from her husband had actually led to the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu actually penetrating her wet young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my ever-hottest Hindu prick.

Her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot gripped my ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund extremely greedily hungrily and soon I was fucking Al Nādirah Al Faizān fast.

Her eyes were wide with excitement.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān pulled her husband’s head down to her tit as my ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund continued to thrust deep into her twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Her husband let us have complete seven hours together before coming onto the bed right beside her twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān was immensely grateful to her ever-nice Musalmān husband that he never disturbed us for our seven hours nonstop fuck session.

Allah, what a session!

What a Lund!

Durgesh really was the ever best.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān found herself first time entirely fucked as much as she had dreamed of ever.

Her beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends were right.

Durgesh’s ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund was itself a festival into a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Eīdul Fitr, Mīlādunnabī, everything.

They all said Durgesh was simply unique in his sexual lust to fuck beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

None could compete with Durgesh in it.

Fātimah Al Wahāb claimed not even Shankar Mahāpralayankar now.

He was the number one Sex Champion once.

Yet, Durgesh is defeating even Shankar Mahāpralayankar now every year without fail.

Imāmzādī Ħumayrah Qāzī trained Durgesh to defeat Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

He held out his tongue and thrust it forward to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

His hot tongue felt wonderful in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and it didn’t take her long to find a good rhythm with my fucking and her sucking.

Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan sucked harder on her nipple and Al Nādirah Al Faizān sucked harder through her twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot on my ever stanch, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān could feel another orgasm building up.

She slid her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot faster over my ever determined, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost talented, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund.

She started moaning when she began to shake from the incredible orgasm that tore through her body.

Once again her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot gushed her womanly Musalmān juice, this time though it wasn’t wasted on the kitchen floor but instead soaked the Uncut Hindu Lund of her wonderful Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.

I just kept thrusting my ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost talented, outstanding, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund harder and harder.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān wanted to change things up a bit, so Al Nādirah Al Faizān pulled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth off of Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan’s cut Musalmān noonī.

Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan seemed disappointed at first but Al Nādirah Al Faizān soon explained what Al Nādirah Al Faizān wanted to do.

“Durgesh, get on your back, I want to ride that stunning ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund of yours!” Al Nādirah Al Faizān said.

I smiled proudly triumphantly and followed her direction.

Soon Al Nādirah Al Faizān was riding her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu’s hard Hindu prick.

Up and down, Al Nādirah Al Faizān drove on my ever-youthful, sixty-five years old, Hindu meat.

It filled her in a completely different way.

My ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund was so deep in her twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot that as Al Nādirah Al Faizān drove her hips down on it, it impaled herself.

It was then that Al Nādirah Al Faizān felt the most amazing feeling as her husband made her way behind her and spread her extremely beautiful, young, rounded, gorgeous, glamorous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect firm Musalmān ass.

As Al Nādirah Al Faizān continued to fuck me, her husband started licking her tight Musalmān asshole and he sent Al Nādirah Al Faizān into another orgasm.

“Allah, Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Fuck Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan, yes! Tongue my hot Musalmān ass for the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh’s ever resolute, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost accomplished, unique, magnificent, Uncut Hindu Lund after this vaginal session! Yes, this is so fucking hot. Durgesh’s ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund in my young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and my Musalmān husband’s tongue in my extremely beautiful, young, rounded, gorgeous, glamorous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect firm Musalmān ass! We are joining now Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ever precious Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement. Now we can claim for its benefits Modern Democratic Årabia offers. YESSS I’MMM CUMMMING AGGGAIIIN!” Al Nādirah Al Faizān shouted.

It went on for hours nonstop until I too exploded into her twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot heavily.

After our orgasm, her husband, Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan, started to lick her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Now Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan was on his back, Al Nādirah Al Faizān was riding him on his mouth and I was behind her.

Her hands gently pushed me forward on my ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Then Al Nādirah Al Faizān felt my ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund at the opening of her slick Musalmān ass.

The feeling was indescribable as I pushed forward.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān could feel her insides filling completely, as I thrust inch after inch of my hard ever stout, ever unbelievable, sixty-five years old, utmost proficient, matchless, wonderful, Uncut Hindu Lund deep into her extremely beautiful, young, rounded, gorgeous, glamorous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect firm Musalmān ass.

When I finally got to the base I stopped for a minute and then started to slowly slide it back out.

The sensation of having both of her holes filled by the two men that Al Nādirah Al Faizān loved the most was probably the greatest physical feeling Al Nādirah Al Faizān had ever experienced.

Soon Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan and I found a rhythm.

We would both exit her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān holes at the same time leaving her feeling totally empty only to thrust back inside her at the same time to make Al Nādirah Al Faizān feel completely and utterly full.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān didn’t even move and let us do all the work.

She just relished in the amazing feelings torching her extremely beautiful, young, rounded, gorgeous, glamorous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect firm Musalmān ass and young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God, YES…FUCK MG EXTREMELY BEAUTIFUL, YOUNG, ROUNDED, GORGEOUS, GLAMOROUS, PANJVAQTAH NAMĀZĪ PERFECT FIRM MUSALMĀN ASS AND YOUNG PANJVAQTAH NAMĀZĪ RAVENOUS SAÅŪDĪ ÅRAB WAHĀBĪ MUSALMĀN CHOOT!! ALLAH, AL NĀDIRAH AL FAIZĀN IS GOING TO CUMMMM AGAIN! YES…CUM IN MY EXTREMELY BEAUTIFUL, YOUNG, ROUNDED, GORGEOUS, GLAMOROUS, PANJVAQTAH NAMĀZĪ PERFECT FIRM MUSALMĀN ASS AND TONGUE MY YOUNG PANJVAQTAH NAMĀZĪ SAÅŪDĪ ÅRAB WAHĀBĪ MUSALMĀN CHOOT! YES FUCK ME HARDER AND CUM WITH ME, MY WONDERFUL MEN!” Al Nādirah Al Faizān yelled.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān felt both of us thrust deep into her two Musalmān holes and heard me declare triumphantly proudly,

“Yes…cummmingg up your young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ass Mmoooooommmmm!”

“Meeeee toooooooo!” Her husband shouted, “Out in the air.”

I smiled, once more announcing triumphantly,

“SSSShhhhooooooottttttinnnnnng up your tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, Babe!”

Al Nādirah Al Faizān felt as her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was filled by her own husband’s ever-expert Musalmān tongue, and a great Hindu warmth washed deep in her extremely beautiful, young, rounded, gorgeous, glamorous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect firm Musalmān ass as I followed suit.

Her orgasm ripped through her body and her cum shot out of her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot like a fire hose on full blast filling her husband, Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan’s welcoming mouth nonstop.

The three of us collapsed embracing each other tightly.

Her first Ashvinātam experience couldn’t have been any hotter or any more fulfilling.

Her husband and Al Nādirah Al Faizān were hooked on our newfound taboo.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān wondered for a second what it might be like if they brought their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter too, in on the act, and made a mental note to talk to Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan about it later on.

Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan was already licking her extremely beautiful, young, rounded, gorgeous, glamorous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī perfect firm Musalmān ass cleaning it of my wonderful Hindu semen, with his ever-expert Musalmān tongue.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān smiled triumphantly proudly at Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan.

I watched both of them gravely.

Al Nādirah Al Faizān had successfully cuckolded Aurangzeb Muħammad Ħasan to herself and me.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade and Modern Democratic Årabia had once again succeeded in extending their Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, whether someone liked it or not.

Chapter 43

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Chapter 37

Durgesh Al Rābiyah Al Faisal

As they kissed, their movements became more urgent, more passionate, both of them wanting more.

After a few minutes, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pulled away and turned quickly, clamping her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth over Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s clit while I was fucking her with my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached up and grabbed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s ass.

She pulled her hard to her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth so that she could lick and suck at her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Her tongue roamed eagerly from her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass all the way down to her clit.

At first, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās assumed it was Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s finger slipping into her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, but it felt different – longer, thicker.

Then she realised that Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s hands where still holding her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.

She sighed as she looked up and saw me beside them.

Her hand was now on my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, stroking along my hard Hindu length.

She gasped as she pulled my foreskin back along the thick, curved length of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund to reveal the red, bulbous head already dripping with pre cum.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal watched as I pulled my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund out of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, and moved behind her.

She reached up to stroke my hard, long ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

I moaned out loud, as she wanked me gently, her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth still on Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

She pulled my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund towards Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, guiding me into her.

She watched as I stretched Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

It disappeared slowly, just the head at first, and then the whole Hindu length of mine.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as she felt my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund enter her nineteen years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Even after one year of my almost nonstop lovemaking to her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wasn’t used to my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

She always found there was always something new my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund could give to her ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

What a Penis!

What a Lund!

The Penis Benevolent?

Shivling?

Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun.

Allah knows better.

As I filled her, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot started throbbing around my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

She felt Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s mouth sucking on her ardent Musalmān clit.

Her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was still hungry to taste her.

I slid my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her, the first long, slow strokes being replaced by a faster, more urgent rhythm as our mutual pleasure, our need, built.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal felt Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās plunge her finger into her synchronizing with the timing of my powerful Hindu thrusts, her wetness pouring onto her smooth Musalmān thighs.

We all cried out as our climaxes built.

I roared as I drove into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās one last time, before holding my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her.

She felt it jerking as my balls emptied my Hindu cum into her.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached up, lapping at my heavy Hindu balls, sucking them.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās screamed as she felt my hot Hindu cum take her over the edge, her finger deep inside Al Rābiyah Al Faisal as she cried out her pleasure as well.

I pulled out of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rolled off Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, and snuggled up to me as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal did the same, but on the other side of me.

I leant over and kissed them in turn.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās both reached for my heavy ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund, still erect between my my strong Hindu male thighs, still anointed with Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s fragrant Musalmān juices.

I continued to fuck them as we slept again, not worn out even from our early morning exertions.*

It was my birthday.

I was sixty-five.

As usual, I woke up with a raging hardon.

Not all that unusual for a horny young man like me.

What was unusual today was what was causing it.

As I drifted from sleep to waking, I could feel something bringing me up, or bringing my ever stalwart, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, fabulous, Uncut Hindu Lund up at least.

Some pretty expert attention was being given to my throbbing member by a wet, slippery expert female Musalmān mouth and equally expert Musalmān tongue that knew just what it took to get me off.

Realizing I wasn’t dreaming, I slowly looked down to see, to my incredible surprise, a gorgeous young woman of about twenty-eight with long auburn hair, beautiful tits in a crimson lace chemise.

Her wide pink mouth was wrapped around the shaft of my ever stalwart, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, fabulous, Uncut Hindu Lund and her delicate young beautiful Musalmān hand stroked the base of it.

It was Al Faisal Al Ħasan’s wife, Al Jalal Al Islam.

“Al Jalal Al Islam?” I asked, shocked, “What the hell is happening? You’re sucking my ever stalwart, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, fabulous, Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“Mmm,” she sighed, letting my Uncut Hindu Lund slip Momentarily from her mouth, “Happy Birthday, Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām. You’re sixty-five. I thought you’d like a special birthday wake up.”

“What the hell!” I said.

“Abbū has instructed entire beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies of this household to give you special sexual treatment as Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām.”

“Nonsense!”

“It’s a grand celebration for a whole year from this very moment.” Al Faisal Al Ħasan’s wife, Al Jalal Al Islam, winked at me, teasing me.

Al Faisal Al Ħasan was Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s son.

He never approved of his Abbū’s activities.

“There is a limit of everything. I can’t understand this crazy dream of Abbū to be the Mustafa Kemal Ataturk of entire Islamic countries.”

“I love it, Al Faisal Al Ħasan,” Al Faisal Al Ħasan’s wife, Al Jalal Al Islam, said curtly, “You should too. Every dīndār and sincere Musalmān should actually.”*

Al Nādirah Al Faisal and I had been fucking each other for more than a year.

I was Al Nādirah Al Faisal’s, though not exclusively.

The exclusion was entirely impossible for I was already married to Saiyadah Fātimah PhD even before Al Nādirah Al Faisal came in my life.

So were the other countless beautiful Musalmān houseladies that were my live in relationship partners, my patients in sex therapy etc.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal shared my bed every night.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal was totally in love with me, and I was in love with Al Nādirah Al Faisal.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal heard my car pull into the driveway, and she greeted me at the front door.

Throwing her arms around my neck, Al Nādirah Al Faisal pulled me close to her and covered my mouth with hers.

It wasn’t a daughterly “welcome home” kiss, it was deep and passionate, including lots of tongue.

“Hi, Durgesh.”

“Hi, Al Nādirah Al Faisal.”

I had called her “Al Nādirah Al Faisal” as long as she could remember, starting when Al Nādirah Al Faisal was a little girl.

Now that Al Nādirah Al Faisal was a grown woman, at nineteen, I still calls Al Nādirah Al Faisal that.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal loved it.

“Sit down on the couch, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, and I’ll mix you a drink.”

I was a Juice drinker.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal poured me a double shot.

I hated liquor.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal had a glass of wine.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal snuggled up next to me and asked me about my day.

I was a Sex Therapist, specializing in beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Expensive cure.

The house HVSI built for Al Nādirah Al Faisal and I was all redwood, natural stone, and lots of glass.

It sat on ten acres, surrounded by woods, and we have a beautiful swimming pool in the backyard.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal and I swim naked.

I was Sixty-Five, but I looked thirty years younger. I had broad shoulders.

I was well muscled, due to my years of sex therapy work.

I still had black hair, miraculously, and black seductive eyes.

I was her idol. Her stepfather, her lover, her best friend.

As Al Nādirah Al Faisal said, we’ve been lovers for about a year, starting just after her eighteenth birthday.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal developed a terrible crush on me just when she entered puberty and her body started to change.

I didn’t make any overt moves toward Al Nādirah Al Faisal for several years; neither could she tell I was looking at Al Nādirah Al Faisal in a different way.

Once her beautiful Musalmān breasts formed their first little buds, they grew rapidly.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal was a B cup in the ninth grade, and by the time Al Nādirah Al Faisal was a senior in high school, Al Nādirah Al Faisal had grown into the C cup that Al Nādirah Al Faisal was now.

I was very open and very frank with Al Nādirah Al Faisal when it came to discussing anything of a sexual nature.
If Al Nādirah Al Faisal had any questions about sex, I would answer them for Al Nādirah Al Faisal, without any admonishments or judgment.

Her periods were very irregular, so with my consent, her lady doctor, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, prescribed birth control pills to help regulate them.

I was quite aware that a lot of teenagers were sexually active, so with the pill, I felt Al Nādirah Al Faisal would be safe.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal had a lot of girlfriends in high school, yet nothing serious.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal did a bunch of making out and a little light touching, through our clothes, but that was the extent of her sexual activity.

Until myself.

I finished my juice, and Al Nādirah Al Faisal mixed her another one.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal sat down beside me, cuddled up, and nuzzled her neck, raining little butterfly kisses all over my face.

Fisting my hand in her hair, I pulled her face into me, and Al Nādirah Al Faisal crushed her lips down on mine.

Kissing me totally intoxicated Al Nādirah Al Faisal, inflamed her with desire.

When I kissed Al Nādirah Al Faisal, there was a hotline between her lips and her clit.

It started to tingle, and Al Nādirah Al Faisal squirmed next to me.

While her tongue was in my mouth, Al Nādirah Al Faisal put her hand on the bulge in my jeans, feeling my Hindu erection grow beneath her beautiful young Musalmān fingers.

Her mouth was more insistent as I undid the button on her Levi’s and she pulled my zipper down.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal could hear me groan appreciating Al Nādirah Al Faisal, as her hand reached under her shorts, wrapping it around my hardened Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund shaft.

Gripping me firmly, Al Nādirah Al Faisal slid the loose skin on my Sixty five years old, utmost skilled, utmost gifted, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund up and down.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal tugged on my pants and pulled them down, exposing my magnificent Sixty five years old, utmost veteran, utmost capable, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund , totally hard, the bulbous head shining and swollen.

Bending down toward me, Al Nādirah Al Faisal took my Sixty five years old, utmost proficient, utmost clever, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand and lowered her head, taking me in her beautiful young Musalmān mouth.

Coating me with her saliva, Al Nādirah Al Faisal ran her pink Musalmān tongue around and around my swollen Hindu crown while bobbing her beautiful young Musalmān head up and down on me.

Her now expert Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue flicked over that sensitive place when her head met the shaft.

This drove me crazy, and my hips started to buck, my Sixty five years old, ultimate experienced, ultimate talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund rising up to meet her beautiful young Musalmān mouth every time it went down.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal cupped my balls in her hand, fondling them first, and then pulling my scrotum down, in rhythm with her descending mouth.

A growl emitted from deep in her throat.

I threw my head back and fisting both hands in her hair, I pulled her beautiful Musalmān head up and down as I thrust up my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal was never surprised that it went on for hours.

She was habitual of my ever lasting sexual prowess now entirely.

My every woman was habitual of it gradually ultimately, sooner or later.

Ultimately, Al Nādirah Al Faisal knew I was getting close to release.

I held her tighter.

My balls started to draw up tight.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal could feel the head of my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund swell even more.

Gently, Al Nādirah Al Faisal raked her fingernails over my hardened sack, and that pushed me over the edge.

Shouting her name, I erupted, shooting wad after wad of my Hindu cum down the back of her young Musalmān throat.

Swallowing it all, Al Nādirah Al Faisal looked at up me and smiled.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal really loved to make me cum like this, because Al Nādirah Al Faisal knew very well, how much I’d pay it back to her into her young ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, when we go to bed that night.

Leaving me sated, Al Nādirah Al Faisal got up and made our supper.

Over the years, Al Nādirah Al Faisal had become a really good cook.

That night, Al Nādirah Al Faisal made poached salmon, asparagus with hollandaise sauce, and baby red potatoes.

We had just finished dinner, when the phone rang.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal answered it, and with a scowl, handed it to me.

“It’s HER,” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said.

“Her” referred to her Ammī.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal could never call her Ammī or Mom.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal hated her.

I talked with her for a while.

Al Nādirah Al Faisal couldn’t make much from my side of the conversation, except for an “Uh huh.” “I see.” “Yes.” “I’ll be there.”

“What was that about, Durgesh darling?”

“Well, it seems Al Waħīdah Al Faisal is coming to live with us.”

“Why, Lillāh?” Al Nādirah Al Faisal wailed.*

It was mid morning when we were all awake again.

We stayed together until lunchtime, making love, the three of us enjoying each other’s company, each other’s excellent bodies.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās made love to me, teasing me, loving me, kissing and caressing me.

Each of them was as if crazy for me.

I knew very well that it wasn’t my utmost sexual expertise only that, was making even these teenagers crazy to fuck me.

It was the deliberately planned strategy of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Modern Democratic Årabia, the Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Modern Democratic Årabia too now, their Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, etctera.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t want originally to let it happen in this way.

Nevertheless, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was more popular and more capable now.

“She is using the ever unquenched thirst of optimum sex of beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Durgesh, my son.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan, the great man, commented on it gravely, “I wanted to establish Islamic Democracy in the so called Islamic countries and Musalmīn. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s idea of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah was never in my imagination.”

“That’s what I said, Abbū.” I commented gravely myself.

“I thought I could use my daughter’s immense obsession to you, positively.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said ruefully.

“She is trying to make almost every beautiful Musalmān houselady my wife and my wife only. It’s the ever oldest ‘Kr’ñvanto vishvam Ummil Åālmīnam’ movement, nothing else.”

“Projection of that time cycle?”

“I’m confident of it cent percent. Of course, Eīshāno Vishvvedasah, Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun!”

“Why do you think you aren’t Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām?”

They shared my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund as I lay back on the bed, our mouths and hands everywhere.

They watched as a torrent of my Hindu cum exploded from my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund, splattering onto their exquisite young Musalmān breasts and tummies.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal leant over me, sucking the last of my Hindu cum from me.

I moved to one side then, and watched as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal shared my Hindu cum with Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, before easing her onto her back.

I watched as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal licked and sucked my Hindu cum off my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, watched as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās writhed under our lovers’ lips and tongue and mouth.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, tracing her fingers through the cum on her pert exquisite young Musalmān breasts before sucking it hungrily from her fingers.

We lay side by side, our bodies pressed together as we kissed, our hands moving over each other’s sexy bodies.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stroked me as I watched, my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund long and hard in Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s hand.

My Hindu shaft was throbbing.

I moved behind Al Rābiyah Al Faisal as she knelt over Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, all of us moaning as I eased my Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, extreme expert, unique, paramount celebrated, Uncut Hindu Lund into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal moaned as my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund filled her.

I moaned as her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot sucked me in deep, moulding itself around my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund.

And Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned as she watched my Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, ultimate renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund disappear into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot, as she reached up and ran her Musalmān tongue over my Hindu balls.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās watched my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund for few moments, watching it slide in and out of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.

As Al Rābiyah Al Faisal started to cry out, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled out from underneath her.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal immediately reached out for the end of the bed, arching her back, urging me to fuck her harder, to fuck her deeper, faster.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt beside her, reaching for Al Rābiyah Al Faisal‘s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass, touching and caressing her.

As Al Rābiyah Al Faisal came again, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was pulsating around my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved to kneel beside her, to reach out for the end of the bed in an image of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.

Her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass was in the air, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was wet and ready.

I pulled my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund out of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal as her orgasm subsided and drove it straight into my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady’s waiting luscious Musalmān body.

I fucked her hard.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was now beside me.

Her hand reached between my legs for my swaying Hindu balls.

Her other hand was running between Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s tight Musalmān cheeks, searching out her puckered Musalmān hole.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass, quickly matching the rhythm of my thrusting perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās almost sobbed as I pulled out of her, but then thrust back with a groan as she felt my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund nudging against her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal guided me, feeding me into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s beautiful Musalmān ass until I was fucking her again.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached under Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, rubbing her ardent Musalmān clit with one hand, her own clit with the other.

I held Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s hips driving into her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.

My perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund, my body, was on fire.

With a roar I came, my Hindu cum erupted into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s gorgeous Musalmān ass as she came.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal fell back on the bed.

After holding each other for long minutes, we all showered, all too aware that our time together was at an end.
Chapter 38

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Chapter 36

Durgesh Al Rābiyah Al Faisal

As Al Rābiyah Al Faisal sucked me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ran her hands between my legs.

She cupped and caressed my balls, before moving around to the front to join Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.

I held their heads as they alternated, taking turns to suck me, to lick me, to tease me.

The contrast between them was amazing.

I knew Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās so well, but Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was different, grating her teeth over my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, biting me.

In addition, it was Al Rābiyah Al Faisal who wanted my Hindu cum first.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew this as well, and moved behind her to hold her exquisite young Musalmān breasts as she sucked on me harder, drawing me deeper into her as I fucked her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

With a cry I came.

The first few jets of my Hindu cum gushed into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s beautiful young Musalmān mouth she rested onto Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts.

She turned quickly, still holding my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, and kissed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, sharing my Hindu cum.

I stood watching them, my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund still hard, my mind abuzz with what was happening.

We moved to the bed.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was now lying on her back with Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās at her side.

I kissed them both, and then watched as they caressed each other’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant over and licked what was left of my Hindu cum from Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, before taking a ripe brown nipple into her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sucking hard, biting gently.

I moved back to kneel between Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s legs.

Her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was shaved, her slit running with juices, her large clit and lips prominent and begging for attention.

I kissed up the inside of her smooth Musalmān thighs, tasting her silky soft female Musalmān skin.

I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund along her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit, feeling her pushing up for more.

I rang my Uncut Hindu Lund back down, pausing at the clit.

Then I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her, feeling her juices around it.

Her hand appeared.

Her finger rubbed her clit in a circular motion.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was panting, surges of pleasure running through her from the attention she was getting – from the attention her exquisite young Musalmān breasts were getting, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was getting, her clit was getting.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was grinding her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s thigh, needing some attention.

I ran my hand up to my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady, pushing my finger inside her, as my Uncut Hindu Lund was already serving Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s new Musalmān Choot for me.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached across and pinched her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, pulling on her nipples, both of them crying out.

I urged them on, and within seconds of each other we came, long drawn out orgasms that sent pleasure rushing through them.

We held onto each other, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was still pushing onto my finger, and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal on my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

As we relaxed, I moved to kiss Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, and to share Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s taste with her, offering my thoroughly anointed ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s ravenous Musalmān mouth.

Then I kissed Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, before lying between them, hugging them.

We lay there kissing and cuddling, caressing each other, knowing that we all wanted more, but all content to savour the moment.

Gradually our touches and kisses became more urgent, more demanding.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stroked my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund between them, before pushing me onto my back.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās climbed across me, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hovering above my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached for me, and rubbed the head of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund across Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, across her clit.

With a sigh, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sank down onto me, my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund sliding deep inside her, into her incredibly hot and tight lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I felt her throbbing and squeezing around me.

As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās began to move up and down my length, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal swung her leg across my body, to sit on my chest, and slide her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to my mouth, her back to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.

I kissed her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot again, enjoying her beautiful quivering red crimson ardent Musalmān labial lips on my Hindu male lips.

My arms were around her, pulling her to me.

She lent against the wall above the bed, balancing herself as I pulled her to me, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slid up and down, as I thrust into her, the bed was shaking under our movements.

I reached for Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, savouring their weight, their firmness.

I rubbed her nipples, teasing them, rubbing them between my finger and thumb.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant forward, reaching around Al Rābiyah Al Faisal to join me in enjoying her exquisite young Musalmān breasts.

I knew that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās would come quickly, so I thrust up into her, meeting her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body as it moved downwards, all the time working on Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s sweet tasting lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal pushed herself harder to me as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s cries got louder, as she came again, as her juices poured from her.

Her movements slowed, and she climbed away from me.

She pulled Al Rābiyah Al Faisal back along my body.

I felt her wet lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot smearing its juices down my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

And then it was immediately surrounded by another hot, wet lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.

The feeling was incredible, moving so swiftly from one lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to another.

With a grin Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kissed me, before taking her turn to sit across me.

But she turned to face Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, pushing her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass back towards me, exposing her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass and her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to my mouth, to my Uncut Hindu Lund.

As Al Rābiyah Al Faisal took my Ever, stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, the girls reached for each other’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, leaning forward to kiss.

I stroked my Uncut Hindu Lund from Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s puckered hole to her clit, running along her wet slit, into her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I fucked her wet, juicy lips, and fucked her with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Both the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girls were pushing down on me, matching my ever powerful Hindu upward thrusts of my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

My balls were on fire, my cum was hot inside them.

I groaned, and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal pushed harder, faster.

She was fucking me now even more wildly than Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās did.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was trying her best to take away my Uncut Hindu Lund from Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s new Musalmān Choot but Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was more ravenous now.

She never let Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās enjoy my Uncut Hindu Lund into her quite familiar young Musalmān Choot more than five or ten minutes, before again aggressively attacking on it and swallowing once more entirely into her new more ravenous Musalmān Choot.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās smiled patronizingly, yet allowed Al Rābiyah Al Faisal to quench her sexual need as much as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal needed.

This session went on almost the entire rest of the night nonstop.*

Ultimately, I came.

Great fountains of my Hindu cum were shooting deep inside Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, ever enticing, ever inviting Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

She cried out, and pressed down hard, burying me inside her, more and more.

Her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot clenched around my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Finally, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s soft lips, pushing her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot down before relaxing against me, her passion spent for now.

We slowly separated, and cuddled up, exhausted.

The unmistakeable smell of sex filled the room.

“Thank you, Durgesh, you really are the ever greatest Hindu lover of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies, no doubt. You fuck my Nānī Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, my Kħālājān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, my Ammī, Al Ħamd Al Ħasan, myself and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal now with the same Hindu manly vigor despite the widest difference in our age.” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās murmured, kissing me.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stared at us, realising our relationship for the first time.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I smiled, looking at her – until she sank into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s arms, kissing her hard, our naked Ashvinātam bodies pressed together.

She kissed me then, before we cuddled up again.

We fell asleep in minutes, worn out for now.*

It was still the middle of night, when I woke up.

I was cuddled up behind Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.

My Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund resting against her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.

I rolled onto my back, reaching out for Al Rābiyah Al Faisal – but she wasn’t there.

I lay still, thinking she must have left until I felt the draft from the doors leading out to the balcony.

I got up, careful not to disturb Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was out on the balcony, dressed only in one of my tee shirts, which just about covered her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.

I walked out onto the balcony to join her, still naked.

I enjoyed my ever-bold Hindu male nudity when I was with the sexy beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

I was never ashamed of it.

I was proud of it instead.

I reached for her, my arms around her from behind, and slipped my hands inside the tee shirt to cup her exquisite young Musalmān breasts.

She sighed, and wiggled her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass back against me, turning her head for a kiss.

We stood together for a while, watching the traffic below, enjoying the unusually warm night air.

I rolled Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s nipples gently between my fingers and thumbs, feeling them harden.

She pushed her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass back against my hardening Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund again, just as I pressed back against her.

I moved a hand down her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body from her breast to cup her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund slipping easily into her ardent Musalmān wetness.

Her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass came back to me again, but this time she arched her back, presenting her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to me.

My Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund slid easily between her smooth Musalmān thighs and into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

She moaned softly as I stretched and filled her.

My Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund buried inside her, her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass hard against my body.

I slid out of her until only the tip of my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund was inside her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and then I was back inside her, fucking her with long, slow strokes.

I caressed her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, rubbing her erect nipples with my fingertips.

I held her tighter, squeezing her exquisite young Musalmān breasts as I pulled her to me as my ever aggressive, ever powerful, Hindu strokes became faster, harder.

She slipped her hand between her beautiful nude Musalmān legs and rubbed her own clit.

Her moans – and my groans – got louder and more intense, matching the intensity of our Ashvinātam bodies as we fucked.

Our hands, our hips, our bodies were moving now rhythmically as one.

It was my second long sex session with Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.

It lasted even more than the first.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was too exhausted to participate this time in our more wonderful lovemaking.

“I can’t believe that you are really only a waitress.” I smiled at Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, “you act more sophisticated than a waitress does.”

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal only smiled.

She neither contradicted me, nor confirmed first.

Yet when I repeated my suspicion, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal smiled.

“Sorry, I can’t disclose my real identity to anyone now. Nevertheless, yes, I am not a waitress.”

Our cries echoed out into the night air as we came.

My Hindu cum poured into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to mix with her own juices before running onto her smooth Musalmān thighs as I continued pumping into her, prolonging our pleasure, our ecstasy.

She turned around and clung to me, our lips meshed together, our tongues slipping over each other.

I held her firm Musalmān ass, caressing her, holding her tight as we came down to earth.

After a while, she led me back to bed, to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.*

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was naturally the first that was awake in the morning.

She was aware of me behind her, my arm around her, my hand gently cupping her breast.

She eased away from me and looked across at Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.

Even as she looked at her, and thought about the previous night, she felt a tingle in her nipples and her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Beside her, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stirred and stretched in her sleep, pushing the sheet away from herself, leaving her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body naked to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s gaze.

As she looked at Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew that she wanted more.

She spent just a few more seconds staring at the exquisite naked form next to her, and then reached out to her – to our – new lover.

As she touched Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, she felt that familiar ache at the base of her tummy, the wetness already springing from her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Reaching across, she ran her hand softly over Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, feeling their shape, their weight, her fingers dancing lightly across the firm flesh and onto the hard, puckered nipples.

She rubbed Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s nipple with her fingertip, feeling the hard nub of flesh move softly from side to side.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stirred, moaning in her sleep.

Keeping her fingers on one nipple, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dipped her head and sucked the other one gently into her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

At first, she just used her beautiful quivering red crimson ardent Musalmān lips, clamping a ripe nipple between them, while sucking gently, her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, her hands, responding to Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s soft moans of pleasure.

Then she used her tongue, swirling it across Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s breast and nipple, rocking the hard button of flesh from side to side, as she continued to suck.

And then she used her teeth, nipping and nibbling on her gorgeous lover, listening to Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s moans as they became louder, as she started to wake up.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s hand moved to hold Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s head to her, her other hand pressing Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hand down onto her breast.

Moving more quickly now, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kissed her way down Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s tanned body before settling between her long legs, tickling the soft inside of her smooth Musalmān thighs with her tongue.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal eased her beautiful nude Musalmān legs apart, conscious of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s sigh as she looked down at her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, at her pink Musalmān wetness, at her clit already standing up and begging for attention.

Doing what to Al Rābiyah Al Faisal what she knew she would like having done to her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sank her head down and licked along Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, sucking her beautiful quivering red crimson ardent Musalmān lips, tasting her juices.

She clamped her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth over her mound, sucking on her, her tongue flicking across her clit before burying itself inside Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s sweet, tasty body.

Reaching down, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal held Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s head to her, pushing her hips upwards to grind her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hot and willing mouth.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal came quickly, crying out as her juices poured from her.

As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked on her, as her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body tingled all over, her climax building in her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot before flooding her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body completely.

Her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body relaxed slowly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lapped at her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, licking and sucking her juices from her mixed with mine Hindu semen too.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slid back up the bed, her face glistening with Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s and my juices, and held her, kissing her, sharing her taste.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s tongue flicked across Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lips and face, licking her own juices from her, until their tongues met and started to explore.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal pulled Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās to her, holding her tight, savouring each other.

She kissed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, her tongue ravaging her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, our exquisite young Musalmān breasts pressed together.

She slipped her hand between them, her fingers teasing Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s clit before pushing inside her hot body.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s cries were muffled by Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s lips, by her tongue, as her fingers plunged into her wet body, her thumb rubbing across her naked mound as she finger fucked her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rocked her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body against the fingers inside her, clamping her smooth Musalmān thighs around them as her own orgasm built, slowly at first, but then in a rush as her pleasure exploded through her.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal quickly pressed down hard on Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s clit, sensing she would love the exquisite pain and pleasure this gave her as her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body flooded with her juices.

Even as her orgasm crashed through her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was aware of me watching them.

Watching her, my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund was thick and hard once more.

As soon as we had got our breath back, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās on top of her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās straddled her, her knees were each side of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, her hard nipples pressing into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s firm, warm exquisite young Musalmān breasts.

They kissed softly.

Their tongues caressed each other before slipping into the other’s hungry mouth.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached down to run her hands over Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s ass, pulling her to her, their lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choots grinding against each other.

They sighed softly as they kissed, more juices springing from them as their bodies moulded together.

Chapter 37

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Just Eighteen Just Adult: 35

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Chapter 35

Her Three Generations

Durgesh Al Rābiyah Al Faisal

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I went out later, wandering from our city centre hotel down towards the Coliseum, before walking back through the roman Forum.

We stopped often, soaking up the atmosphere, imagining the roar of the crowds hundreds of years before, imagining the Senators meeting, talking, and plotting.

It was an unseasonably warm day.

We found a café and sat outside to eat Pizza, drink coffee and watch the world go by.

We took a horse drawn carriage to the pantheon, and marvelled at the beauty of the paintings and sculptures inside.

We walked around the city, soaking up the atmosphere and history, walking hand in hand, enjoying being together.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās still couldn’t believe she was too my wife now despite the fact that she was only Just Eighteen Just Adult when she first succeeded in having my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-four years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her then Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

She was jealous of her Nānī Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, when she deliberately watched her having sex with me.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could never understand why her Nānī Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, revolted against her Nānā Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and started to live openly with his ever greatest enemy, the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.

“Kħālājān, I hate Nānī Ammī immensely.” She told Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan expressly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

“I myself hate her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās. But we can’t do anything.”

“Now I understand why the Musalmīn turn to be terrorists.” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās said furiously, “The Hindus always manage to have sex with our ever sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān womankind, either this way or that way.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her elder sister’s daughter calculatingly.

She couldn’t be more than thirteen now.

At the most, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could be fourteen only.

She could not understand why Durgesh was so popular among hot Musalmān houseladies if they were beautiful too.

Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, needed wild animal sex, her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, never provided his wife.

He hated wild animal sex basically.

It wasn’t a human act for him ever.

Yet, Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, needed it very much.

She went to Durgesh, not because she had another option, yet she was unfaithful to her husband, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.

Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, actually never had another option.

She had so much fire between her legs that only Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund could quench it, none else.

Not even any other Hindu male.

Not perhaps even Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

Moreover, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was an ardent anti Muslim Hindu, even if Nafīsah Salmān could forget that Shankar Mahāpralayankar was a criminal that was immensely capable to dodge the law and order of every country anywhere.

He was Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar actually.

The only difference was that Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar invented a new religion, Dīn-e-Ilāhī too, against Islam.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar never did it.

He never needed to.

As it began to get dark, we returned to the hotel, to the suite we now shared.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband spotted Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s bikini and teased her, asking if she had managed to get a swim that morning.

“Come on,” she retorted, grabbing her bikini, “Let’s go now.”

“I can think of other things to do,” I told her.

She stripped off, standing naked before me.

Her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was firm and beautiful.

However, with a laugh, she wriggled away from me and pulled her bikini on quickly.

She reached into a draw and threw me my trunks.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband got changed quickly.

We both pulled on the robes the hotel provided before heading out towards the lifts.

Minutes later Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were at the indoor pool.

Dropping her gown on a sun bed, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stepped towards the water and dived in gracefully.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband followed her more sedately, and began to swim a few lengths, always looking out for Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.

She swam well, passing me a few times as her years of practice began to show.

After swimming a couple of dozen lengths, the Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband stopped at the shallow end and rested, my back against the edge of the pool.

We were alone now, the last of the other swimmers having just left.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stopped next to me, both of us were glancing across at where we had met the night before.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband moved to stand in front of her.

Reaching out, I stepped closer.

My hands were on her hips.

We kissed softly.

Our Ashvinātam bodies were very close.

Despite the fact that I was sixty-five years old now, I never appeared my age.

Everyone thought I was anywhere between twenty-eight and thirty-five only.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was nineteen now.

We were fucking each other now for a complete year already.

As we parted, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās smiled.

“It looks different in daylight,” she murmured, thinking of the night before.

“I try not to think about,” The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband told her.

“Why not,” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Because this happens,” I told, taking her hand and pressing it against the hard Hindu bulge in my trunks.

“Swim then,” she laughed, dodging past me and swimming away, teasing me.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband swam after her, but she had disappeared over to the other side of the pool.

I went after her, missing her time and again.

Each time the Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband got closer, I reached out to her, touching her, and then she was gone.

She touched my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in passing, teasing me, but always evading me.

Eventually I caught her, laughing, in the corner.

I pulled Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās to me, kissing her hard, feeling her firm extremely beautiful female Musalmān young body against me, her erect nipples pressing into my chest, my hard ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund against her.

She pressed herself against me, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot sliding up and down the ridge of my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund through my swimming trunks.

She wriggled free, and dropped below the surface of the water.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hands tugged at my trunks, pulling my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund free.

It sprang up, released from its restraints, unaffected by the cold water.

Her hot beautiful Musalmān mouth descended on me, sliding down my Hindu length.

Her beautiful quivering red crimson ardent Musalmān lips were forming a seal around me. Her tongue lapped at my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund head, buried in her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She took my balls in one hand, her other hand on my buttocks, holding me.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband groaned as this seemed to last for ages, but in reality it was only seconds before she shot to the surface, gasping for breath.

With barely a glance around, we moved to the shallow part of the pool, my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund jutting out in front of me.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband lifted her onto the edge of the pool, my lips locking onto hers as we held each other tight.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, peeling the skin back down my shaft, pulling my swollen ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund head towards her.

Dragging her bikini bottoms to one side, she exposed her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to me.

I caught a quick glimpse of her wet, wanton lips and then I was inside her.

I pushed forward as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her beautiful nude Musalmān legs around me, pulling tight as I drove my thick Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s young Musalmān body.

As we fucked, the Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband tugged at the strings of her bikini top, pulling it away from her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, freeing her full exquisite young Musalmān breasts.

Her nipples were like pebbles pressing into my chest as we kissed, as we fucked.

Her beautiful nude Musalmān legs tightened around me, pulling me deeper and deeper inside her as I fucked her faster and faster.

She leant back; her arms behind her, her exquisite young Musalmān breasts thrust upwards, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot pushed forward towards me.

It lasted we never knew for how long.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was always immensely surprised for my Hindu lust for her.

I always fucked her as if I was a wild animal that had gone mad.

She had always to acknowledge her defeat.

Similarly, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās never found her Nānī Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, winning over me.

She never found her Kħālājān, now thirty-three years old, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, ever winning over me.

Even her Ammī, Al Ħamd Al Ħasan, never succeeded in winning the sixty-five years old miraculous Hindu in any sex game she played with Durgesh.

The ever wonderful man was defeating her three generations, including herself.

His sexual lust to fuck beautiful Musalmān houseladies of any age whatsoever was incredible.

Durgesh could just fuck them endlessly with ever increasing manly vigor even.

Ultimately, we were cumming, crying out as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moulded itself tighter around my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

The waves of pleasure crashed through her, as spurts of my warm, thick Hindu cum filled her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

We clung together, gasping to breathe, then laughing at our release, then controlling ourselves as we remembered where we were.

We dressed ultimately.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband was pulling my trunks up while Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās re-tied her top and straightened her bottoms.

We swam back to the far end of the pool, before climbing out and grabbing some towels from the pile left by the hotel.

Pulling our robes back on, we headed back to our room, eager to be alone again.*

It was late evening when we left the hotel.

We were heading towards the hard Rock Café, a venue we always enjoyed.

Fortunately, we were seated within half an hour of arriving, and were soon pondering the menu while she was sipping on ice-cold beers and I a juice.

“Hi, I’m Al Rābiyah Al Faisal. I’m your waitress for the evening.”

We both looked up from the menus and said “Hello” to our server.

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband couldn’t help watching her as she walked away.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was tall and slender, in her mid twenties.

Her accented English was almost perfect.

Her dark hair was tied back, her white blouse clinging to her pert Musalmān body, her green skirt short and tight around her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.

“Ouch!”

The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband cried out as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kicked me on the shins, an amused grin on her face as she watched me watching Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was back shortly to take our orders.

She stood next to me, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder as we smiled.

When we had ordered, she ran her hand lightly down my arm and thanked us, before sashaying away.

Her hips were swinging.

Her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass was rocking from side to side in her tight skirt.

Throughout the evening, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was friendly and attentive, always touching my arm and running her hand down it when we were finished chatting.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās took all of this in with amusement, and not with even a little jealousy.

“I think she fancies you, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Is there any Musalmān Beauty, name only a single one, that isn’t crazy to fuck you ever?” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās teased.

However, moments later it was I teasing her as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal brought Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s dessert.

She rested her hand on Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s arm as she put the ice cream in front of her, then ran her hand down her arm and squeezed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hand gently.

“Enjoy!” she told her.

“In which case,” I told Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal walked away, “She must fancy you as well.”

Nevertheless, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wasn’t listening – she was far too busy watching Al Rābiyah Al Faisal walking away, her eyes locked on her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass, her tongue flicking over her suddenly dry lips.

I took all of this in, my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund was hardening as I watched my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady, my lover, looking at the waitress.

Suddenly I remembered the way Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had looked at other girls before, some of the comments she had made, especially about the beautiful dancer we had seen at the moulin Rouge when we were in Paris – and I began to wonder…

When we were finished, I paid the bill and left the beautiful Al Rābiyah Al Faisal an extravagant tip.

She thanked me, leaning over to kiss me on my lips naughtily, before hugging Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.

I watched them.

My ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund reacted again.

As we left, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal squeezed our arms one last time, then told us that she had enjoyed meeting us, and that she finished at eleven if we fancied a drink.

Then, with a delicious, inviting smile, she was gone.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I stared at each other, not quite sure what to make of what Al Rābiyah Al Faisal had said.

Nevertheless, both our bodies reacted to those words, to her look.

We didn’t mention Al Rābiyah Al Faisal as we walked through Rome, heading for the Tivoli fountain, wanting to see it lit up at night.

We stood by the fountains, enjoying the sound of the water, the sight of the beautiful statues and carvings.

I gave Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās a coin and told her to throw it over her shoulder into the fountain and make a wish.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās did, closing her eyes and making her wish as I watched her.

“Well,” I asked, “What did you wish for?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās hesitated for a moment then told me, her voice husky and her eyes bright.

“I wished we could …… make it back to the café before eleven.”

I stared at her, my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund growing hard as I took in her words, the expression on her face.

I glanced at my watch, then grabbed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hand and led her back the way we had come.*

We made it just in time, but then felt uncertain as we watched Al Rābiyah Al Faisal appear from the restaurant with some other waitresses.

We stood watching her, hesitating, not sure what to do when Al Rābiyah Al Faisal turned and saw us.

Her face lit up with that delicious smile again.

she quickly said goodbye to the others before walking to meet Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and me.

We both watched her walking those dozen yards.

Her long coat was undone, falling open as she walked.

She was wearing the same clothes as before, but this time our eyes were on her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, taut against her blouse, her nipples dark and promising, and on her long legs.

She appeared from beneath her coat with each step, her skirt rising high up on her stocking clad thighs.

“You made it,” she greeted us, stepping between us, turning and looping her arms through ours.

“Where shall we go,” she continued, hardly drawing breath, “Lots of places are closing now … How about your hotel? Does it have a bar? Is it far?”

I smiled and said that it wasn’t far, and then led the way.

We chatted as we walked, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s cheery banter easing any uncertainty Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I might have had, although neither of us thought about where this might lead.

It only took us fifteen minutes or so to get back to the hotel, but as soon as we walked into reception, we were hit by the noise of a huge party going on.

The bar was packed, as were the lounges around reception.

I looked around for somewhere quieter.

“How about our room?” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās asked, her voice trembling slightly, “It’s big enough …. Is that okay with you Al Rābiyah Al Faisal?”

“That’s great …. Let’s use room service to get a drink; it’ll be quicker than hanging around here.”

Almost in a daze, still unsure of what was happening; Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās led the way to the lift.

Minutes later, we were back in our suite, and I was on the phone to room service ordering a bottle of champagne.

I dropped the phone back on its rest and turned back to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal to tell them that the champagne was on its way.

Nevertheless, I was suddenly too cautious to speak as I took in the sight before me.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stood close together.

Their exquisite young Musalmān breasts were touching, their hips pushing forward against each other, their mouths locked together.

They parted as they sensed I was looking at them.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came to me and kissed me softly.

I could taste Al Rābiyah Al Faisal on her as our tongues slipped over each other.

Then Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was next to me, her exquisite young Musalmān breasts pressing against my arm, firm and warm.

As soon as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lips left my, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was kissing me, her agile Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue flicking along my Hindu male lips before slipping deep into my Hindu mouth.

I groaned as I held them both to me, as I felt hands, two beautiful female Musalmān hands, sliding over the Hindu bulge in my trousers.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal led the way to the sofa in the sitting room part of the suite.

We all sank down, I in the middle, as we took turns to kiss, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and I, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I.

Our hands found each other easily, touching, caressing.

We stopped only when we heard tapping on the door, and a call of “room service”.

I let the waiter into the room, noticing the looks both Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gave me.
He put the champagne on the side, and left as soon as I had tipped him.

I poured their drinks, handing glasses to Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās before rejoining them.

They sipped their champagne.

We chatted, totally at ease, happy for the growing sexual tension to grow even more, for our need and desire to grow.

After what seemed like an age, I leant over Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and put my glass of juice down. I took hers from her and placed it next to mine before taking her in my arms.

I kissed her softly, my hands caressing her pert exquisite young Musalmān breasts through her blouse.

Slowly, I undid each of the buttons down the front of her blouse, conscious of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moving to kneel in front of us so that she could help.

As soon as the buttons were undone, I eased Al Rābiyah Al Faisal onto her back on the sofa.

I pulled her blouse open, gasping as I stared down at her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, at her dark nipples barely hidden by the lace of her cream bra.

I touched her lightly, my hands moving up her sides, then across to her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, to her hard nipples.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was still kneeling on the floor beside us.

Reaching down between my hands, between Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, she gently undid the clasp at the front of the cream bra.

I slid my hands across her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, into the deep Musalmān valley between them, before slipping my Hindu hands under the edge of each cup, and then slowly back across her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, exposing them to our gaze.

I felt the firmness of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts under my hands, of her hard, puckered nipples.

As my hands reached her sides, leaving her exquisite young Musalmān breasts totally exposed, both Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I gasped as we took in their beauty.

I dipped my hand, taking Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s nipple in between my thumb and forefinger.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant over her, and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal moaned loudly as both her nipples were teased.

I ran my hand over her flat tummy, over her skirt.

I rubbed down the front of her panties, feeling her wetness, feeling her juices rushing from her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved away from her breast, and the two girls kissed – soft, passionate kisses that set them all moaning.

As my hand reached inside Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s panties, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood up.

She moved away a little, so that Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and I could see her.

As we watched, I rubbed my fingers along Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s wet Musalmān slit, teasing her, toying with her hard Musalmān clit.

We watched as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās danced slowly, sensually, undoing the buttons down the front of her dress, before pushing the dress off her shoulders.

It fell to the ground as she ran her hands over her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, pinching her own nipples.

Now Al Rābiyah Al Faisal gasped as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood before them, naked apart from her thong.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hands ran lower, until one was on her tummy, and one inside her underwear.

She turned around, and bent over to slip her thong off, pointing her firm Musalmān ass at us.

Her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was peeking out between her beautiful nude Musalmān legs.

She turned back towards us, and held out her hands.

“Let’s go to bed,” was all she said.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached her hands up to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, and stood up.

The girls fell naturally into each other’s arms, their naked exquisite young Musalmān breasts pressing together.

We kissed again.

My Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund was painfully hard.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal ran her hands down Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s back, down to her firm Musalmān ass.

I moved behind her, pushing her dark hair to one side so that I could kiss her neck.

I pulled her blouse and bra down her arms, leaving her topless.

As the girls carried on kissing, moaning softly as our tongues explored, I dropped to my knees, scattering kisses down Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s slender back.

I unzipped her skirt, easing it down off her hips.

All she wore under it was a cream thong and her black hold up stockings.

Her rounded Musalmān buttocks were firm, creamy white against the rest of her.

I kissed each side of her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass gently, before easing her thong down.

I eased her stockings down as well, one at a time, leaving her naked.

Her moaning got louder as I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund between her pert Musalmān cheeks.

She pushed her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass out, exposing more of herself to me.

I teased her tight little hole with the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund, holding her hips and pulling her to me.

I stood up and led these two naked, gorgeous Musalmān women to the bed.

The contrast between them was amazing.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was more slender, darker.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was more rounded, her exquisite young Musalmān breasts and hips fuller but still wonderfully firm, both of them incredibly sexy.

Once by the bed, they both turned to me.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal kissed me.

Our kiss was soft and gentle to start with, growing quickly in passion as our tongues came into play.

We stopped kissing briefly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pulled my shirt over my head.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal immediately leant down, kissing and biting me.

Her hand reached for my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund through the thin material of my trousers, squeezing it.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal dropped to her knees in front of me, still looking up at me.

I sensed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kneeling down behind me.

Their hands pulled my trousers, dragging them and my underwear over my hips, down my thighs and off.

My Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund sprung up, standing out rigid, pre cum dripping from the tip.

Al Rābiyah Al Faisal gasped as it pointed at her, her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth automatically slipping over the tip, greedily sucking my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund head into her hungry extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Chapter 36

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Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 25

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Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Chapter 24

Durgesh Asshams Al Islam

Durgesh Al Zāhidah Al Durrānī

Assalāt Al Fajir opened the door to see what it was and saw her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, as I was dragging a heavy suitcase into the spare bedroom.

“Durgesh…what are you doing?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

I looked up at Al Jihad Al Islam’s youngest daughter, Assalāt Al Fajir, and she could see that I was immensely grave.

“I’m no longer sleeping with your Ammī. This is going to be my new home…at least for now. I’m sorry you had to see this sweetie, but I’m out of patience with the current situation. Now I’m going in here and just want to be alone for a while ok Assalāt Al Fajir.” I said to Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter as I walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind me. Assalāt Al Fajir closed the door behind her and looked at Asshams Al Islam, who was now sitting up in bed.

“I know…I heard. I guess Ammī got her wish, that Durgesh move out, which it sounded as if I might soon.” Asshams Al Islam said shaking her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head. “Allah, I hate that Over Musalmān bitch, why does she have to do this to Durgesh…to all of us?” Asshams Al Islam said, and looked like she was about to cry again.

Assalāt Al Fajir knew how she felt, but she wasn’t sad enough to cry.

She was thinking and the gears were turning inside her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.

“You know Asshams Al Islam…with Durgesh sleeping in the room down the hall, instead of with Ammī…She would never know if Durgesh was to do anything while in there.” Assalāt Al Fajir said looking at her sister, but Asshams Al Islam gave her a confused look.

“I don’t understand, Assalāt Al Fajir.” Asshams Al Islam said as she cleared the tears away.

Assalāt Al Fajir sat on the bed next to her.

“I mean…that if Durgesh was having sex with someone…Ammī would never know. Even if Durgesh is having sex…with us!” Assalāt Al Fajir said spelling it out for her sister.

Asshams Al Islam’s eyes got wider and so did her smile.

“You think we could pull it off…would I go for it you think?” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister, and Assalāt Al Fajir now thought it interesting that Asshams Al Islam was asking her advice on sex.

“Well, Durgesh hasn’t been getting a lot from Ammī it seems…and as you sort of said in the kitchen, Durgesh does spend a LOT of time in his study. I bet it can’t all be work. I bet he… fucks our Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān girlfriends or Ammī’s, every night in there.” Assalāt Al Fajir said, still not used to saying naughty words, but she was getting practice in.

Asshams Al Islam grinned at her sister, and hugged her.

“Maybe we can come up with a plan…to seduce Durgesh. And Ammī will never know. And if Durgesh does move out…we’ll go with Durgesh, of course. I wouldn’t want to live with that bitch.” Asshams Al Islam said as she pulled from the hug.

Assalāt Al Fajir gave her sister a strange look.

She had liked her sister’s contact.

“Yes, we’ll go with Durgesh…but I still wish you wouldn’t call Ammī ‘bitch’. She’s still our Ammī…and I do still love her. Like Durgesh, I still hope she’ll come back to us one day.” Assalāt Al Fajir said looking at her sister.

“Ok Assalāt Al Fajir, I’ll try…but from here on we have a goal…to get Durgesh to have sex with us. Now all we need is a plan.” Asshams Al Islam said, as she stood up, excited that maybe…soon, she would get the man she had loved for so long.

Assalāt Al Fajir watched her sister, and felt her excitement, for her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh…and for Asshams Al Islam.

A plan was forming in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head that might get her both of them.

“Yeah a plan….I might just have one, Asshams Al Islam….I might just have one.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she looked at the door to the hallway. “But as Ammī would say, have faith, Asshams Al Islam…in the end, we’ll get what we want….in the end.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she smiled at Asshams Al Islam._*

Al Jihad Al Islam stood in the kitchen finishing up the cleaning, the tears having stopped a little while ago.

She couldn’t understand why her family didn’t want her to embrace Islam fully.

They didn’t understand that I had saved her from walking down a path of sex and sin.

Why couldn’t they see she tried to live according to Islam, and that she needed me in her life.

But Al Jihad Al Islam also knew she needed me and her girls.

She was doing it for us….not for herself.

She had to.

Allah was helping her to be strong from temptation.

Nevertheless, Al Jihad Al Islam also saw that because of her devotion to Islam, she was losing her family, when she so desperately needed them, just as much as she needed Islam.

Al Jihad Al Islam decided she needed guidance on what to do…she decided she needed to talk to Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

Maybe Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could help her gain guidance through Islam.

Besides, Al Jihad Al Islam had a feeling her family didn’t want to see much of her now today.

Al Jihad Al Islam went into her room, showered and dressed.

She didn’t see any of her family; they must all be in their rooms, she thought.

Al Jihad Al Islam decided to leave her family a note, saying she had gone to Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī and she would be back in a few hours.

Al Jihad Al Islam walked to the front door and left the house, taking one of the cars.

As she pulled into the street, she looked over her house, and prayed to Allah that they would soon be a family again.

She then drove off down the street.*

A while later I came out of the bedroom, still feeling angry but knowing I couldn’t sit in there thinking how to control it all day.

As I walked down the hall, I heard the girls laughing about something in Asshams Al Islam’s room.

I smiled, thinking that some of the family was happy at least for a while.

I continued into the living room and into the kitchen, where I found Al Jihad Al Islam’s note and quickly read it.

I stood there for a minute, then balled up the note and threw it into the trash.

“She couldn’t even stay away from her Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī long enough to try and talk about what had happened earlier.” I said aloud, feeling angrier.

How superstitious and backward these Pseudo Musalmīn are.

Every effort to bring them in the mainstream was backfiring usually.

Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat!

How to?

It wasn’t easy.

The persona like Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī always make it difficult.

And there are countless persons like Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī in Pseudo Musalmīn.

The Pseudo Musalmīn have more faith in them than on their real well wishers.

Even Al Jihad Al Islam…

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Why don’t you understand, Durgesh? My dear Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Al Jihad Al Islam is played a game with Pseudo Musalmīn. Every educated Musalmān lady is. I myself too.”

“Sālī,” I retorted, “She has quarreled with me that I shouldn’t fuck her, because she is an ardent Musalmān, and I’m a Hindu.”

“Don’t worry. Her thirty years and twenty eight years old, tremendously attractive, young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughters, Asshams Al Islam and Assalāt Al Fajir are planning to fuck you themselves there. Please, don’t leave the home.”

I was startled.

It was a fun to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated, to arrange something sexy for me I didn’t approve of.

The ever first President of Modern Democratic Årabia immensely enjoyed it.

I didn’t object why she was doing it.

She was crazy to establish her dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.

And she was succeeding in it sooner than even I had expected.

Her latest success was her treaty with Padminī Bhārgav.

I never wondered if I should truly consider divorce.

It wasn’t any solution for a Hindu at all.

The girls were now over 18.

They were no longer an issue.

If they wanted to stay with Al Jihad Al Islam or go with me if I left, that was their choice.

Nevertheless, I still didn’t want to split the family.

It wasn’t any solution for me.

All of them now slept under one roof, and that’s how I liked it.

I had never even liked the idea of the girls growing up and moving away, even when they were little.

I sighed, and decided little I could do about anything now at present immediately.

My wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Asshams Al Islam’s and Asshams Al Islam’s and Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, was gone and would be for some while.

Naturally, any talk with her, immediately, was out of question.

I decided go into my study.

I walked over to it, entered in, and closed the door.

Asshams Al Islam and Assalāt Al Fajir remained in Asshams Al Islam’s room for some time.

Assalāt Al Fajir refused to tell her sister her plan at first, saying she wasn’t done thinking yet.

The two of them sat in Asshams Al Islam’s room and watched the TV she too had in her room.

They had watched some comedy show on the comedy network, until it was over with, then Asshams Al Islam again became frustrated and wanted to know what was going on behind Assalāt Al Fajir’s head.

“Come on, Assalāt Al Fajir…out with it, I’m dying here, waiting for this grand plan of yours.” Asshams Al Islam said, needing to know her sister’s plan.

“Ok, ok, Asshams Al Islam. I’m not finished I think. Maybe you can throw some stuff in. Ok, Durgesh more than likely stays in his study and fucks someone of our ladyfriends when everyone’s asleep. I think we should make sure I can’t finish once I get started.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she looked at her sister.

“What does that mean Assalāt Al Fajir, we knock on his door and tell me to stop fucking our ladyfriends or else. I don’t think I would like that much.” Asshams Al Islam said, not thinking much of her sister’s plan.

“No, not like that, Asshams Al Islam, but we do interrupt him while he’s doing it. It has to be after Ammī is asleep, and then we come up with excuses why we need to disturb him in my study. I hope that we’ll catch him after he has started…you know…fucking someone. Then we interrupt him, and keep doing it until he has to go to bed.” Assalāt Al Fajir said feeling proud of herself for coming up with such a good plan.

Asshams Al Islam had another opinion of it.

“Assalāt Al Fajir, I can tell you don’t know guys very well. Even if Durgesh can’t finish in the study, if he’s really worked up he will just wait until he gets to bed then finish there. Well…unless he is no longer turned on, or turned off somehow.” Asshams Al Islam said, just thinking to herself out loud.

Nevertheless, Assalāt Al Fajir got an idea.

“Hey…I know something that would turn Durgesh off…Ammī. If she caught Durgesh in there…fucking one of our immensely beautiful friends, she would be mad as hell. That would make Durgesh forget about finishing.” Assalāt Al Fajir said to her sister, Asshams Al Islam.

Asshams Al Islam looked thoughtful, throwing the idea in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.

“Maybe, but it might come out to Durgesh that we told Ammī he was doing it…they both would be mad at us.” Asshams Al Islam pointed out to her twenty eight years old younger Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sister.

“We could try and get Ammī in there without telling her, but how?” Assalāt Al Fajir said looking at her sister.

“Well, you know, we’ll have to interrupt Durgesh at least a few times for him to give up trying maybe; we can try and use all the ideas. We just have to be careful and not make Durgesh think we’re up to anything….or Ammī either.” Asshams Al Islam said.

She then noticed the time and wondered if her parents had made any plans for later today.

“Hey Assalāt Al Fajir, we better go and see if Ammī or Durgesh want to do anything today, we’ve been in here a long time.” Asshams Al Islam said pointing at the clock in her room.

“Well, we can talk more later about how to go about “seducing “Durgesh later, I guess.” Assalāt Al Fajir said smiling at her sister.

Asshams Al Islam grinned and eagerly shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.

They both got up from the bed.

Asshams Al Islam opened the door.

“Besides, I’m hungry now…” Asshams Al Islam said looking back at her sister.

Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head in agreement.

However, she was thinking that she wouldn’t mind Asshams Al Islam eating something else.

Yet Assalāt Al Fajir was too shy to tell her sister.

She just followed Asshams Al Islam out of the door.

When Asshams Al Islam got into the kitchen, it was empty. Asshams Al Islam opened the fridge and bent over, hunting for possible leftovers.

Assalāt Al Fajir leaned against the counter and waited for her sister to finish.

She then noticed Asshams Al Islam’s butt, being stuck up in the air as it was and couldn’t help but stare at it. Asshams Al Islam was more voluptuous.

Assalāt Al Fajir was fascinated by it.

She had an urge to rub her hand across it, but was much too shy for that.

She still felt uncomfortable speaking sexy words and describing sexual things.

Soon, Asshams Al Islam rose back up with a plate of spaghetthe.

“Want any?” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister holding the bowl up.

Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head no.

Asshams Al Islam placed the bowl in the microwave and began heating it up.

Asshams Al Islam was feeling a weird vibe from her sister but wasn’t sure why.

“You ok sis…you seem a bit distant the past few minutes.” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister and lay her hand on Assalāt Al Fajir shoulder.

Assalāt Al Fajir jumped slightly at the contact, causing Asshams Al Islam to stare at her.

“I’m just thinking is all, mind is wondering.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she looked at her sister and tried to smile.

“After I eat, we’ll ask Durgesh if they have any plans ok.” Asshams Al Islam said sitting at the table with her leftover plate and a glass of soda.

Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head, and sat down with her sister, but only having soda.

Asshams Al Islam quickly ate and neither of them spoke.

Asshams Al Islam still thought something was bothering Assalāt Al Fajir, but didn’t want to drag it out of her.

After they finished up and cleaned up, they went looking for their parents.

After a quick look in their bedroom, family room and the spare bedroom, they looked at each other.

“Where can they be?” Assalāt Al Fajir said to her sister. Asshams Al Islam shrugged her shoulders, and then had a thought.

“Let’s check…maybe they went someplace in one of the cars.” Asshams Al Islam said as she went to the living room window and looked out.

She saw that Ammī’s car was missing from her spot and assumed that they had gone somewhere.

“Ammī’s car is gone…I bet they went somewhere, but it’s weird they didn’t tell us or anything.” Asshams Al Islam said, wondering where they both went too.

“I don’t know but I guess we have the house to ourselves then” Assalāt Al Fajir said looking at her sister.

“Hey I got an idea, let’s go check out Durgesh’s computer, you said Durgesh was looking at porn last night…he probably has some on his computer. You feel like checking?” Asshams Al Islam gave Assalāt Al Fajir a big smile.

Assalāt Al Fajir frowned at her sister, now a bit worried…they didn’t know how long their parents would be.

“They could come back at any time…we don’t know where they went, Asshams Al Islam.” Assalāt Al Fajir said to her sister, worried they would get caught.

“Come on, Assalāt Al Fajir…after what we were talking about doing a little while ago, you’re scared now! Come on…it’ll be fun, you might learn something.” Asshams Al Islam said giggling slightly as she started toward the kitchen…and the study.

Assalāt Al Fajir hesitated for a few seconds, then followed her sister.

Assalāt Al Fajir was about fifteen feet behind when Asshams Al Islam reached the study door and reached down for the knob.

Asshams Al Islam started to turn the handle and looked back to her sister finally come where she could see her, when she opened the door.

Asshams Al Islam smiled at Assalāt Al Fajir and started to walk in the study, when she turned forward…and saw Durgesh sitting at the computer chair.

Asshams Al Islam saw me quickly whip my head about and look in her direction.

The eyes of us both went wide.

I was surprised because Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated eldest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter had opened the door.

Asshams Al Islam was surprised because I had my pants down around my ankles and had my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in Al Zāhidah Al Durrānī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot .

Al Zāhidah Al Durrānī was Al Jihad Al Islam’s one of tremendously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friends that never appeared more than thirty five, yet they couldn’t be less than fifty ever.

Their own eldest daughters were around twenty-eight or thirty.

Chapter 26

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Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 24

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Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Chapter 24

Durgesh Asshams Al Islam

Assalāt Al Fajir wasn’t very good at it.

She was a ‘good’ girl, even at her twenty eight.

Asshams Al Islam was thirty, and wasn’t that ‘good.

“Uh huh…well, I hope you had fun last night…being so hot.” Asshams Al Islam said and was almost about to leave, when she got even more curious. “Hey…what got you so hot last night?”

Asshams Al Islam asked it smiling, but very much wondering what had gotten her younger sister wet.

“Nothing…I ..nothing.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she looked at her sister.

Asshams Al Islam didn’t feel like letting it go and for some reason really wanted to know what had gotten her sister so wet.

She then came up with a good enough threat that should make her sister tell her the truth.

“If you don’t tell me, the truth….Ill go tell Ammī that you slept without panties and that they were soaking wet when I woke you up. What do you think she will do?”

Asshams Al Islam said it, even knowing she was being mean, but too damn curious to stop.

Assalāt Al Fajir had some good ideas what their now very strict, prudish Ammī would do.

Assalāt Al Fajir knew if she didn’t tell her sister…her Ammī would work it out of her.

Then Assalāt Al Fajir knew her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, would not be happy about last night.

“No…no don’t. I’ll tell….just please don’t tell it to Ammī.” Assalāt Al Fajir started to cry.

Even at her twenty-eight, despite she had her PhD, she wasn’t as understanding as Asshams Al Islam, her elder sister was.

Asshams Al Islam felt bad she had caused her sister to cry, not thinking she would get like that.

Asshams Al Islam knelt down and hugged her sister.

“It’s ok, just tell me and I won’t tell Ammī…I promise. Did some boy get you hot or something yesterday?” Asshams Al Islam said trying to calm her sister.

Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head no.

“Well, tell me then, No Ammī if you tell me…the truth.” Asshams Al Islam said to her sister.

Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head yes.

Asshams Al Islam waited for a minute while her sister calmed down.

“It… it was Durgesh…Durgesh got me like this.” Assalāt Al Fajir said, and before she could continue Asshams Al Islam jumped in.

“Durgesh touched you last night…he didn’t molest you, did he?”

Asshams Al Islam was growing angry.

Assalāt Al Fajir’s eyes popped open and she shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head no.

“NO…I didn’t say that…I saw Durgesh last night…nude… and he…he had a, you know…a hard-on.” Assalāt Al Fajir said trying to tell Asshams Al Islam but her natural shyness made it hard.

Asshams Al Islam’s eyes popped open this time and she grinned.

“How…when…how did you see Durgesh nude?” Asshams Al Islam asked excited at this bit of gossip.

She wanted more details.

“Ok…ok. I was up and went into the kitchen to get a drink last night. I…I heard noises in the study…well..I went to check on them. I opened the door…I know I didn’t knock. I then saw Durgesh, and he was having sex with my friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam, naked. They were watching their own porno film on his screen and was…well…I was…you know…having sex.” Assalāt Al Fajir said that last as if it was a state secret. “But I…I watched them…I had never seen…a… a man’s thingie hard…and watched as Durgesh…you know…” Assalāt Al Fajir said and making the motion of having sex.

Asshams Al Islam almost burst out laughing, but settled for a huge grin.

“You mean you watched Durgesh having sex with Al Kāynāt Al Islam ?” Asshams Al Islam said then thought of something else before Assalāt Al Fajir could answer. “Did he cum into her…did you watch that too?”

“Yes..yes, he did…and yes I watched it. I…I…even…you know…used my… well… fingers too you know.” Assalāt Al Fajir said getting excited telling her sister and then making the motion above the covers of fingering herself.

Asshams Al Islam almost hit the floor shocked, that her sister would peak like that…THEN finger herself as she watched.

“Allah, you didn’t. You watched Durgesh fucking your twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam, and you diddled your self while you watched?” Asshams Al Islam said, her whole opinion of her sister changing as they talked.

“Yes, then I was still excited and had to do it again in the bed. Oh, then something else happened.” Assalāt Al Fajir then remembering her getting up and listen at the bedroom door.

“What happened?” Asshams Al Islam said wishing she could have been the one to find her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, like that.

“I guess Durgesh was still excited, because I heard them going at it in their room….you know having sex. Allah, God, Asshams Al Islam…you should have heard them. Then for some reason they argued, and Durgesh slept in the other bedroom.” Assalāt Al Fajir said, making sure to leave off what she did later while her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, slept.

As it was, Asshams Al Islam couldn’t believe it.

“So that’s why Durgesh came walking for the other direction this morning, I was wondering about that. I wonder why they argued after they had sex.” Asshams Al Islam thought out loud.

“I don’t know, but…you said you wouldn’t tell Ammī. You aren’t, are you?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked worried she wouldn’t keep her promise.

“Hey I promised, I won’t tell Ammī. But I never said anything about Durgesh.” Asshams Al Islam said with a grin.

She watched as her sister’s face turned sheet white. Asshams Al Islam began to laugh at her sister’s face. “No…no I’m not. You can’t take a joke, Assalāt Al Fajir.”

“That was mean, Asshams Al Islam.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she slapped her sister on the arm, none too gently.

Asshams Al Islam was almost about to slap her sister back when…

“What was mean?” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she then appeared around the corner of the door and looked into Assalāt Al Fajir room. “Are you being mean to your little sister Assalāt Al Fajir? You know I won’t stand for that in this house.”

The two sisters looked back at their Ammī, both of their faces red, glad their Ammī hadn’t showed up a minute ago.

“No, Ammī, she wasn’t….I just didn’t wake up well is all.” Assalāt Al Fajir said, not wanting to get her sister in trouble. Asshams Al Islam turned around and mouthed a “thank you” to her younger sister.

“Ok…but you two need to come on, the food is getting cold. Allah didn’t provide us with food so that it could be wasted for idle talk, or little sleepy heads. Come on.” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she turned, closed the door, and walked back down the hall.

The two of them listened as her footsteps receded down the hall.*
They sighed.
“Allah, that was close. If she had heard anything of what we had been talking about…” Asshams Al Islam said leaving her statement hanging.

Assalāt Al Fajir just shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head in agreement, as she threw back the covers and grabbed some clothes to throw on.

Asshams Al Islam didn’t mean too, but watched her sister intently as her nude form moved about the room.

Her sister was much shorter then herself and where she was well built as they say, her sister was also big breasted and heavy buttocked, making her look much younger than her 28 years.

Assalāt Al Fajir sensed her sister was watching her.

She covered up with her shirt before putting it on.

“What are you looking at?” Assalāt Al Fajir said, feeling now a bit self- conscious around her older sister.

“Nothing…I was just thinking about the difference in our bodies is all, how you’re smaller in size then me.” Asshams Al Islam said meaning no offense and not telling her sister that her looking had been more than simple observation.

“Are you saying I’ve got big breasts?” Assalāt Al Fajir said defensively, thinking hers were good sized.

Asshams Al Islam smiled at Assalāt Al Fajir.

“No…just looking at the differences in both of us is all, but hurry or Ammī will get mad.” Asshams Al Islam said, wanting her sister to finish dressing.

“Ok…but stop looking so hard at me.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she continued to get dress, throwing on her shirt over her bra.

Asshams Al Islam grinned at her.

“Ohhhh I’m ogling you…stop worrying yourself, sister. You’re not my type.” Asshams Al Islam said as she walked to the door and placed her hand on the knob.

“What is your type, Asshams Al Islam?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked her sister before she opened the door.

“Man…preferably with big ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.” Asshams Al Islam said, trying to shake her shy sister.

Assalāt Al Fajir grinned at her sister and responded.

“Oh…you mean Durgesh then.” Assalāt Al Fajir said with a smile as she slid on her pants.

Asshams Al Islam whipped her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head around and looked at her sister.

“Durgesh has a big one? How big was it, Assalāt Al Fajir?” Asshams Al Islam said very curious…. and excited.

“Mmm about this big I’e guess.” Assalāt Al Fajir said holding her hands fingers about 10 or so inches apart. “And about this thick.” She said closing her fist to make a circle, but leaving it very open. Assalāt Al Fajir smiled as her sister swallowed hard.

“Damn that is big…I wish I had been the one to see it last night.” Asshams Al Islam said as she again turned to open the door, and she missed her sister’s sly grin.

“You know Durgesh does spend a lot of time in my study….not all of that can be work, I was figuring last night.” Assalāt Al Fajir said hoping to shake her sister.

Assalāt Al Fajir had indeed given the idea more thought…wondering if she could catch her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, again in that position and have another look.

Asshams Al Islam again stopped, but didn’t turn around.

“Hmm…that’s interesting. But if we don’t get to the kitchen Ammī’s going to have us for breakfast as well.” Asshams Al Islam said opening the door and took a few steps into the hall.

Assalāt Al Fajir didn’t know what had come over her but she couldn’t help what she said as her sister left.

“That too might be kinda interesting.” Assalāt Al Fajir said jokingly as she smiled.

Asshams Al Islam had heard her comment and stopped in the hallway.

She too thought that might be interesting.

A sudden image popped into Asshams Al Islam’s head of forcing her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam’s mouth to eat her out, and Asshams Al Islam shivered.

She wasn’t sure if it was from lust or disgust.

She then continued her walk to the kitchen, and heard her sister close her door on the way out.

When they arrived in the kitchen, Al Jihad Al Islam and I looked up at them.

Al Jihad Al Islam gave them a scornful look.

“Well. about time you two got here, I have to say grace before we eat.” Al Jihad Al Islam said placing the two sisters plates on the table, then sitting down as the two sisters did.

“Sorry Ammī…we had to wash up.” Assalāt Al Fajir said fibbing to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam.

Al Jihad Al Islam looked at her. A bit more gently then she did her sister.

“You should both hurry up next time. Ok, everyone ready?” Al Jihad Al Islam said as everyone bowed her head.

“Bismillahirraħmānirraħīm.” Al Jihad Al Islam spoke aloud, then lifted her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.

The others each had their own thoughts about why she had said it quite this way this morning, But they didn’t mind partaking in Al Jihad Al Islam’s blessings…as long as they could eat at the end of it.

After they all finished the meal and Al Jihad Al Islam started collecting the plates to be washed, I stretched and yawned loudly.

Asshams Al Islam smiled at her sister who also smiled the silent thought of why I was so tired popped into both of their heads.

“Late night in the study working, Durgesh? Did you get all of your work down in there?” Asshams Al Islam said smiling at her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

She still had a little food left on her plate and continued now eating it.

I smiled.

Assalāt Al Fajir lowered her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head, NOT believing her sister had brought that up that way.

Assalāt Al Fajir knew Asshams Al Islam had a big mouth…but, Allah!

Al Jihad Al Islam remembering the remark last night I made about something with the study, perked her ear up and waited for my response.

“Umm…yes, Asshams Al Islam… I finished everything I had to do. Why do you ask?” I said, now convinced she was the one that had caught me in my study.

Nevertheless, I didn’t think she would embarrass me this way.

“Oh no reason, I just thought I heard you up late last night.” Asshams Al Islam said, not smiling now, realizing she had let her stuck her foot in her big mouth. “I…I just figured it was you is all, and had been working late.” Asshams Al Islam said.

Nevertheless, now not feeling good.

Partly for possible embarrassing her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

I loved her very much.

“Excuse me; I have to use the bathroom.” She said and handed her plate to her Ammī as she left.

Asshams Al Islam noticed she gave her a weird look and Asshams Al Islam felt like throwing up, wondering why she had brought the subject up.

She rushed out of the room, honestly thinking she was going to throw up.

Assalāt Al Fajir, not wanting to be in the room right now, tried to think of a good reason to rush out of the room, without helping with the dishes.

“I…I better go see if she’s ok.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she handed her plate to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, and followed her sister out of the room.

I just sat there for a minute feeling my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s eyes on me.

I got up and moved next to her.

Al Jihad Al Islam couldn’t hold her question any longer.

She asked me.

“Durgesh…why did she ask you about working in the study…I remember you mentioning something happening in there last night. Is there anything you need to tell me?” Al Jihad Al Islam asked me, not really sure what was going on, but she wondered if Asshams Al Islam knew something she didn’t….and that thought disturbed her.

“Nothing happened last night…at least not in the study. Hell you know what…let’s just say nothing at all happened last night and leave it at that.” I said.

Cautious that it might be found out that I was fucking Al Kāynāt Al Islam in my study.

However, what made it worse was that one of her daughters had seen me doing it.

Al Jihad Al Islam would be pissed at me that I had ALLOWED that to happen.

I tried to change the subject any way I could.

“Don’t you swear at me Durgesh, I’m not the one that started…THAT… last night. I’ve already asked forgiveness from Allah and I hope He has forgiven it. However, don’t think for a minute that you will try that ever again. If you do…I will call the police and report that you raped me!” Al Jihad Al Islam said, her anger rising.

I turned to her.

“You would tell the police I RAPED you…when we had just good old regular sex. Eīshā n! You really have flipped out Al Jihad Al Islam.” I said, trying not to shout and alert the girls.

“Yes I will, Durgesh, if you take advantage of me again while I’m weak.” Al Jihad Al Islam whispered to me, also not wanting to alert the children of our argument.

“Al Jihad Al Islam…you really are lost to me, aren’t you? All right, you don’t have to be worried about me taking advantage of your “weaknesses” from now on. From now on, I’ll be sleeping in the spare bedroom. Now if you’ll excuse me…I need to pack some things for my new room.” I said softly, then turned and walked out of the room, heading for our bedroom.

Al Jihad Al Islam stood there for a minute, and then started crying into her hands.

When Asshams Al Islam left the breakfast table, she quickly walked to the hall bathroom and knelt before the toilet.

She tried to fight throwing up, but couldn’t stop herself, and had to hug the toilet as her breakfast came back up.

Just as she had started throwing up, Assalāt Al Fajir walked into the door of the bathroom and watched her throw up.

When Asshams Al Islam stopped and leaned up, Assalāt Al Fajir got her a washcloth and wet it with cool water.

Asshams Al Islam leaned her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head back as Assalāt Al Fajir brought her hand with the washcloth around and cleaned her sister’s face up.

Asshams Al Islam then moved and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.

Assalāt Al Fajir then brought her sister a paper cup with water and Asshams Al Islam rinsed her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and spat it out into the toilet, then drank the rest.

“Thanks sis…I’m sorry you had to see that, but thank you.” Asshams Al Islam said weakly to her sister.

Assalāt Al Fajir stared at her sister.

“Sorry for what, for being sick…or making an ass of yourself and embarrassing Durgesh?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked, not holding the sarcasm back.

Asshams Al Islam looked up at her sister and smiled.

“If you can help me up…you can berate me in my room. I need to lie down.” Asshams Al Islam said holding out her hand for her sister to take.

Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head and helped her stand.

Then she helped her to her room, and then helped her lie on her bed.

Assalāt Al Fajir closed the door and sat beside her sister on the bed, as Asshams Al Islam lay down.

Assalāt Al Fajir spoke first.

“Alright…what were you thinking, Asshams Al Islam. Why did you do that to Durgesh, I didn’t need that. I have Ammī to do that to me.” Assalāt Al Fajir said to her sister, brushing the hair away from Asshams Al Islam’s eyes.

Assalāt Al Fajir saw that Asshams Al Islam had begun to cry.

“I don’t know…why I did it. I …I got really excited about you telling me about you watching Durgesh…it just came out of my mouth and I couldn’t bring it back. I didn’t want to embarrass Durgesh, or even myself. I’m not sure…I think maybe…maybe I was jealous that you got to see that and share something like that with Durgesh…and I didn’t.” Asshams Al Islam said as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Assalāt Al Fajir looked at her.

“Well, whether you wanted to or not you did….and I hate to tell you, but…I think Ammī might know something’s up…the way she looked at you and Durgesh. Who knows what’s going on in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head? Nevertheless, why are you jealous of me watching Durgesh…WE didn’t do anything. I just watched him?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked her sister wondering why her sister would be so envious.

Asshams Al Islam looked very uncomfortable… and looked at her sister.

“If I tell you….you can’t tell a soul…promise.” Asshams Al Islam told her sister.

“I promise…I won’t say anything to anyone about what you’re about to say.” Assalāt Al Fajir held her hand over her heart as she spoke.

Asshams Al Islam shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.

“I…for a long time, but especially after Durgesh spent so much time from work and all, at the hospital and at home helping me get back walking and recovering. Well before that, but he really understood my feelings for him after the accident….I love Durgesh.” Asshams Al Islam said looking at her sister.

“Of course you love Durgesh, most kids love…” Assalāt Al Fajir started saying to her sister, but Asshams Al Islam interrupted her.

“No, Assalāt Al Fajir….I don’t just love Durgesh…I LOVE Durgesh! Do you understand?” Asshams Al Islam said taking Assalāt Al Fajir’s arm and squeezing it slightly.

Assalāt Al Fajir’s eyes grew wide and her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth opened as she mouthed what her sister just said.

“You have the hots for Durgesh?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked her sister.

“More than the hots, Assalāt Al Fajir, I dream about Durgesh almost every night…being with Durgesh …being inside me. Assalāt Al Fajir, I can’t get Durgesh out of my head and I don’t want to. I joke around him, because I get butterflies in my stomach whenever he’s around. I have for years now. That’s partly why I hate Ammī so much, for hurting Durgesh. And me, but more for hurting me I think.” Asshams Al Islam said to her sister, and then looked at the ceiling. Assalāt Al Fajir looked at her sister.

“But Asshams Al Islam…you can’t do that…he’s our Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner,…we all would get into trouble if we did something like that.” Assalāt Al Fajir said and Asshams Al Islam looked over at her.

She looked thoughtful for a minute as she looked at Assalāt Al Fajir.

“You said “we” twice, instead of you two or something. Why did you include yourself when you said, “we would get into trouble”, only Durgesh and I would get busted if…we did anything.” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister, half expecting the answer.

“I love, love Durgesh too, maybe not as much as you. Maybe it could be called more lust as Ammī would say, but I would love for Durgesh to be my first and last.” Assalāt Al Fajir blushed as she told her sister.

Asshams Al Islam smiled at her sister.

“How long have you…wanted to …fuck Durgesh? And he really would be your first…you never have done it before?” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister curiously.

‘I’m not sure, not too long, and I really wasn’t sure till last night. However, seeing him and all, yes I do want Durgesh. I want him to be my first and last.” Assalāt Al Fajir smiled proudly at her sister.

Asshams Al Islam smiled back.

About this time, they heard a clunking sound in the hall and it grew louder.

Chapter 25

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Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 23

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Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Chapter 23

Durgesh Asshams Al Islam

Assalāt Al Fajir looked at her clock, almost five o’clock in the morning.

‘Durgesh had to be asleep now’, she thought.

Without further thought, she threw back the covers and opened her door.

Her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam’s light was off.

Assalāt Al Fajir hoped she would stay asleep.

She crept down the hall, past her sisters’ room, and stood outside the room her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was in.

Assalāt Al Fajir built her courage up, and slowly moved her hand to the doorknob.

She winched when it made a small grinding noise.

She turned it quickly to try and get the sound over with.

Assalāt Al Fajir then peaked inside, and gasped at what she saw.

She wouldn’t have to lift the cover to see her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

I was sleeping on top of them.

In addition, Assalāt Al Fajir could clearly make out…my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Assalāt Al Fajir became ever more excited as she stepped into the room, and tip toed to where the bed was.

Her heart was beating wildly.

Assalāt Al Fajir looked down at her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh’s naked form.

Just about three feet away, she studied my still ever young, ever stout, male Hindu body, and then her eyes were drawn to my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

She felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit getting very wet again as she looked on.

Assalāt Al Fajir knew…she knew she had to touch it.

It was too close that she couldn’t leave the room if she didn’t touch it.

She slowly moved her hand, almost on its own accord until it was an inch away from her touching.

She then leaned her whole twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and lightly ran her middle finger tip over the bottom of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund which was facing up toward my chest.

She gasped when she saw it jerk at her touch.

She grew bolder.

Lightly, Assalāt Al Fajir, pressed two fingers onto it, and moved them from base to the tip of it.

She noticed her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was open and she was drooling.

She was in awe of it and was almost without thinking, was about to wrap her fingers around it.

I stirred in my sleep.

Assalāt Al Fajir almost jumped into the air as she jerked her hand away.

She came to her senses and knew that if her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, awoke…she would be in so much trouble that she couldn’t imagine the punishment.

Assalāt Al Fajir took one last look and decided to leave.

She started to turn.

But then she had a very naughty thought.

She wanted to give me a goodnight kiss.

Assalāt Al Fajir knew she was risking getting caught but she turned back toward me and kneeled down over her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

She leaned over the bed more and ever so gently…pressed her red, crimson, immensely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips to the head of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Assalāt Al Fajir stayed there for a few seconds and parted her red, crimson, immensely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips giving it a good kiss she thought.

Again her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, stirred and she rose up.

However, this time I started to move and Assalāt Al Fajir really panicked.

She turned and fled out of the door…pausing only long enough to close the door.

She then entered her room and closed the door behind her.*

Assalāt Al Fajir almost couldn’t catch her breath and thought she would pass out.

Nevertheless, she moved over to the bed and let herself collapse into the bed.

Assalāt Al Fajir then gave a hug grin, not believing she had actually had her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth on her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

She had kissed her ever first, and Allah, the ever last Lund too she thought.

Who the hell needs another penis if the ever best is available to her?

Assalāt Al Fajir then noticed her panties that were wet from the front to the back of her crotch.

Assalāt Al Fajir peeled them off and placed them near her nose, smelling them.

Assalāt Al Fajir brought her hands quickly to her sopping wet slit and began to please herself until she fell asleep with her panties next to her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head on the pillow.

After I fell asleep, I had a troubled sleep.

I had a dream where Al Jihad Al Islam and I divorced and I was so lonely in the dream after.

I then began to have a dream where I opened the door to my study, to find one of Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughters there outside it….her fingers buried deeply inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

I wasn’t sure in my dream which one…it seemed very vague that way.

However, in the dream, she knelt down and took my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, and started to mouth fuck me.

It disturbed me.

Yet, it wasn’t any abnormal incident for me now.

Almost every one of my Musalmān stepdaughters did it.

Countless of them were now my permanent Live in Relationship Partners even despite their wide age difference from me.

I then lay her down on the kitchen floor and entered her.

In the dream, I fucked Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter hard, making her scream in orgasm after orgasm, ending in me cumming inside her.

I then awoke…the ending of the dream was so intense that I felt an urge to orgasm shortly.

Nevertheless, I saw it was morning and had to pee very badly.

I waited till my hard-on dropped enough for me to throw the bed sheet on me as I walked down the hall to use the rest room.

I almost bumped into Asshams Al Islam as she opened the door and walked out.

She noticed my attire.

“Hey Durgesh…umm…what’s with the sheet? You going to a toga party I should know about.” Asshams Al Islam said with a grin.

She did notice however cunningly the still sizable lump her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, still had poking up the sheet.

“Ha…ha…ha. Very funny, Asshams Al Islam. No, your over sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī and I had a fight last night. I decided to sleep in the other bedroom, till both of us cooled off, that’s all.” I explained to Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter as I stood in the hallway.

Asshams Al Islam gave me a look.

“Was she off on one of her religious speeches again?” Asshams Al Islam asked me, feeling bad for me.

I really put up with too much from her, over devoted to Islam, Ammī, she thought.

“Well…in a way…yes…well, its complicated.” I smiled.

“It always is with her, Durgesh.” Asshams Al Islam said, not feeling very much compassion now for Ammī.

Asshams Al Islam felt that her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, made all of their lives much more complicated….and miserable.

If she were such a devout Musalmān, why the hell she left her Abbū for an Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh?

She needed Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund then in her then twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Now what happened?

What the hell has changed in Durgesh?

Nothing!

Yet, now the same Durgesh is unwanted for her to have sex with because he is a Hindu.

Nonsense, wasn’t Durgesh Hindu ever?

Durgesh didn’t ever support Al Jihad Al Islam’s daughters putting down their Ammī this way.

Asshams Al Islam doing it, Assalāt Al Fajir rarely said a negative word about her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam.

“Now, Asshams Al Islam…be nice. She still is your Ammī. You know she loves you.” I smiled.

“Maybe, Durgesh, but if she does she has a hell of a way of showing it. If it hadn’t been for you…I don’t know how I could’ve handled …you know…everything.” Asshams Al Islam said, getting quite emotional.

Her eyes even started to tear up and she hated when she cried.

“Ah Asshams Al Islam…I’m so sorry. I wish things were different too. Shhh…it’ll be ok.” I said as I hugged Al Jihad Al Islam’s eldest daughter, Asshams Al Islam, trying to calm her.

I knew what she had meant.

When Asshams Al Islam had been in the car wreak, she was in a car full of her friends…all of them had been drinking at a party.

The driver ran off the road, and the side of the car Asshams Al Islam was on had rammed a tree, crushing her legs and slamming into and breaking her left arm.

After Al Jihad Al Islam learned about her daughters drinking and that she had done so at a party, Al Jihad Al Islam was livid, and went seldom to the hospital to see her daughter.

I had brought Al Jihad Al Islam’s daughter home alone, and even then Al Jihad Al Islam didn’t want to care for her, feeling that she deserved what she had gotten for being sinful as my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, their still extremely beautiful Ammī, had put it.

Even now, Asshams Al Islam sometimes walked with a limp and she had to use even a cane sometimes if she did any long walking, even if rarely.

Asshams Al Islam looked at her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

“Why Durgesh…why did she blame me so much…I never understood that…. Why was she so mad at me?” Asshams Al Islam said, letting her emotions out as well as the tears.

I knew she had to do this every so often, to release the frustration she felt inside.

I knew as well, I felt the same way, and my chest ached with hurt that Al Jihad Al Islam’s eldest daughter, Asshams Al Islam, was so hurt inside.

“I don’t know sweetie…I don’t know. Maybe she’ll come around soon and see that what she’s doing isn’t good for the family.” I said holding Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī eldest Musalmān daughter tight.

Asshams Al Islam looked up at her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, again.

“I hope so Durgesh…I miss our old Ammī.” Asshams Al Islam said snuggling her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head into my bare Hindu male chest.

I began thinking of my “old” Al Jihad Al Islam, how we used to go at it sexually, and how close we used to be.

Without thinking, my still ever young, ever stout, male Hindu body responded to the nearness of Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī eldest Musalmān daughter’s head on my Hindu male chest and the nearness of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, of her smell.

I felt my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund quickly come to life, and so did Asshams Al Islam.

I gently pushed her away from me.

Asshams Al Islam glanced down at my growing tent in the sheet.

“Umm I, are you glad to see me…?” Asshams Al Islam said smiling, looking at my embarrassing situation, and at the sizable Hindu bulge in the sheet.

I smiled and tried to cover my now raging Hindu hard-on.

This always happens after a long fuck session, I thought.

“Again…funny, Asshams Al Islam…listen, if you’re feeling better I need to go to the bathroom…” I said still needing to pee and now wanting to get out of view of Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī eldest Musalmān daughter.

Asshams Al Islam smiled at me.

“Even if I’m not, Durgesh…I think you’re feeling better…have fun in there, Durgesh, just not to much ok.”

Asshams Al Islam jokingly remarked as she watched her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, enter, then close the bathroom door.

Asshams Al Islam wondered how big her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, really was…it had seemed quite large through the sheet.

Then she smiled, wondering if I was going to…well…get off in there.

Asshams Al Islam knew from experience and a few talks with her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, that we didn’t have sex very much since Ammī found “she was a Musalmān after all”.

Asshams Al Islam smirked as she wondered just how horny her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, got, as she walked off to the kitchen to eat.

I groaned to myself while I was in the bathroom.

I had to wait yet again for my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund to down so that I could pee.

I was glad my embarrassing situation had made Al Jihad Al Islam’s immensely beautiful young sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter forget her troubles, but…dammit, this wasn’t easy.

Going without sex then having a feast of it, and now more then likely six months more at least of Al Tahajjud Al Ůmar and her five daughters.

For some reason thinking of Al Tahajjud Al Ůmar’s daughters brought up last nights mystery.

I could be certain Al Jihad Al Islam didn’t watch me in the study, but then who.

Which one of her gorgeous daughters caught me red handed and then … evidently…used her fingers to please herself before touching the doorknob.

I thought Asshams Al Islam acted normal around me this morning, but then again she was at least somewhat experienced at sex and more then capable of hiding her thoughts to me.

I then wondered if Al Jihad Al Islam’s little shy girl, Assalāt Al Fajir, could’ve been the one to catch me in the act with her own best friend, the twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī dazzling Musalmān Beauty, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.

I just couldn’t picture her doing anything sexually…much less finger herself in the kitchen.

I just couldn’t see it, but also thought Asshams Al Islam acted very normal just a bit ago.

I was at a loss to figure out which had been responsible at leaving my door handle all juicy.

I jokingly thought about asking both to strip so that I could have a smell test of each of their young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān pussies to discover the culprit.

I smiled at the thought amused, but also aroused at the thought.

Dammit, Durgesh…stop it…they are Al Jihad Al Islam’s daughters for Eīshā n’s sake, I thought.

I sighed…great it still won’t go down….dammit, I gotta pee…

Asshams Al Islam walked into the kitchen to find her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, already up and at the stove fixing breakfast for everyone.

Asshams Al Islam still had to admit, that after all her changes, Ammī sure could cook.

Asshams Al Islam took in the smells and became very hungry.

She had gone out last night after work and hadn’t gotten home until midnight.

Luckily Ammī hadn’t caught me, especially since I was drunk as a skunk.

Asshams Al Islam had passed into deep sleep after falling onto the bed, her clothes still on.

“Morning Ammī.” Asshams Al Islam said to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, as she came into the kitchen.

Al Jihad Al Islam looked over at her daughter and gave her a small smile.

“Hello sweetie, breakfast will be ready in just a minute.” Al Jihad Al Islam said in a subdued voice.

Then she hesitated before asking what came next.

“Is…have you seen Durgesh, this morning?” Al Jihad Al Islam asked her daughter, then glancing quickly over at her.

“Umm… yeah, I saw him going into the hall bathroom.” Asshams Al Islam said feeling very uncomfortable talking to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, at most times nowadays, but more so knowing her and Durgesh had it out last night.

She looked up at her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, and saw that her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, was almost in tears, and Asshams Al Islam looked back down at the table.

“Well…umm…can you go and tell Durgesh breakfast is almost ready. Ask him if he wants to eat in here or not.” Al Jihad Al Islam said to her daughter.

Asshams Al Islam’s eyes popped a bit wider.

I always ate at the breakfast table, except for times that I had to run out the door.

They must have really gotten mad at each other last night, Asshams Al Islam thought.

“Yeah sure Ammī, I can do that.” Asshams Al Islam said getting up from the table.

“And can you wake that sleepy headed sister of yours?

she is always sleeping late. It’s a sin being slothful you know.” Al Jihad Al Islam said looking at her daughter, then feeling regretful she had to throw in that last bit. “Can you just wake her….nicely…and tell her breakfast should be ready when she gets up.” Al Jihad Al Islam finished saying, then turned back to watch the food.

Nevertheless, Asshams Al Islam quickly saw her Ammī’s face as emotions played out over it, and knew her Ammī was upset about something.

Asshams Al Islam usually didn’t feel much sympathy these days for her Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, but she felt bad that her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, was obviously sad.

She just couldn’t bring herself to show it in anyway to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, there was still too much anger for her still. Asshams Al Islam walked back through the living room, into the hall and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Durgesh….hey Durgesh…Ammī said that breakfast is almost ready.” Asshams Al Islam said through the door.

She heard a muffled ok and then moved to her sister’s door.

She started to knock, but then remembered Al Jihad Al Islam had said wake her nicely, so Asshams Al Islam opened her sister’s door to wake her by gently shaking her, instead of knocking.

Asshams Al Islam hated being jarred awake by someone knocking on her door.

As she approached the bed, Asshams Al Islam noticed the panties next to her sisters head.

She almost laughed aloud, then wondered why they were on her pillow.

She then noticed that the blue panties had a darker spot in the crotch, and being curious, she touched them.

The panties still were very damp and Asshams Al Islam not being new to having wet panties, knew her sister must have gotten very excited about something last night.

Asshams Al Islam picked up her sister’s panties, in a fit of strange curiosity.

Asshams Al Islam ran her fingers over her sister’s panties, over the wet spot.

She then hesitantly brought the panties to her nose to smell them, wondering if her sister smelled the same as herself. Asshams Al Islam had a few times, when no one was home or looking, smelled everyone’s underwear in the house at one time or another when she would bring her dirty clothes to the laundry.

She remembered getting very excited once over a worn pair of her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh’s boxer, right after she started thinking of boys when younger.

She inhaled deeply the scent over the wet spot, and thinking it very strong, but not so different from her own. Asshams Al Islam brought the panties closer and touched the wetness to her cheek and nose, becoming excited and wet herself.

She then lowered the panties back in their original position and calmed down for a second.

Then Asshams Al Islam gently shook her younger sister.

Asshams Al Islam often thought Assalāt Al Fajir was a bit wimpy, but she liked her younger sibling.

They just didn’t have much in common, Asshams Al Islam thought.

As Assalāt Al Fajir came too and stretched.

Asshams Al Islam talked softly to her.

“Hey sleepy head, time to wake up. Ammī said breakfast is almost ready, and for me to wake you up.” Asshams Al Islam said looking at her sister open her eyes and look at her.

Asshams Al Islam then got a wicked thought.

“Hey Assalāt Al Fajir …what’s with the wet panties on your pillow?” Asshams Al Islam said.

She watched the reaction on her sister’s face go from shock to embarrassment as Assalāt Al Fajir looked at them.

She quickly grabbed them and shoved them below the covers.

“No…nothing, Asshams Al Islam…I was just…just sweaty is all and took them off…I was hot.” Assalāt Al Fajir stuttered as she lied to her older sister.

Asshams Al Islam could tell she was lying.

Chapter 24

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Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 22

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Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Chapter 22

Nevertheless, Al Jihad Al Islam couldn’t swallow fast enough and my Hindu juice began to spurt from the side of her lips.

It even flowed down her cheeks and chin.

However, the flow did start to slow, and then stopped all but a small trickle.

Al Jihad Al Islam continued to suck at me, then feeling her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth cum feel, lifted off me and began to lick down the sides of my Hindu shaft.

I felt totally drained, feeling as if she had sucked my balls through my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund like a straw.

But I looked up at her as she licked me, and saw such an incredibly nasty sight, as my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s face was totally coated in my Hindu cum and her spit.

I watched as she rubbed and licked all over my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, smearing the combined juices over her entire face.

I was so turned on by the sight that my quickly shrinking ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund did a reversal and began to fill out yet again.

When I was fully hard again, Al Jihad Al Islam looked up at me and began moving over my body and looked me in my eyes with hers and gave a huge grin.

“Have I been naughty, have I been a total Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slut for you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu?” Al Jihad Al Islam almost growled at me.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, yes….you’ve been my naughty Musalmān slut and I love it.” I told her honestly looking her over and feeling my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund becoming even more engorged then before.

“Am I beautiful like this Durgesh…swallowed in your cum ….do you think I’m still crazy for you, dear?” Al Jihad Al Islam asked further feeling totally lost in her sluttiness.

“Yes …you are right now…I want to fuck you so bad, Al Jihad Al Islam. I need to be inside you.” I said panting as my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, rubbed her breasts over my chest and I could feel her stone hard nipples.

“You want to be inside where Durgesh?” Al Jihad Al Islam said teasingly as she moved her hips and rubbed her soaked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot over the length of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, up and down as her body slide back and forth.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā …your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot Al Jihad Al Islam…you Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot…I want to be buried in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot so bad!” I said feeling the heat and wetness over my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

“You mean this Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot!” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she slid her body down and bucked her hips causing my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund head to slip between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips, and then sunk to the bottom of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund to the root.

“Oh YESSS!” I grunted aloud.

“Uhhh…oohh yes that does feel sooo good…so you…umm…like being inside my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot…well do you …ahh…like this?” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she started fucking up and down on my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Even though Al Jihad Al Islam was sloppy wet, she was still very tight from not being fucked much.

Her Musalmān husband was almost a celibate as if.

With every downward thrust, I bottomed out inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot. “Allah, Dugesh…oh you feel so good…uuhh….Ohh… Allah, god…yes…yes…YES!” Al Jihad Al Islam screamed aloud as another strong orgasm tore through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and reverberated through her body.

She slammed down on me and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body jerked as waves of pleasure tore through her.

I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot squeezing my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund like a gloved hand and my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund pulsed with each spasm of her vaginal Musalmān muscles.

Slowly I felt her orgasm subside and she leaned forward on my body.

However, I now needed to cum again having gotten this far.

I started pumping my hard ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her now, needed another release.

Al Jihad Al Islam was tired now but her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body still responded to my immensely powerful Hindu thrusts and she felt the heat rise in her again.

“Ohh Durgesh…feels so ….mmm …good…hurry though…tired…” Al Jihad Al Islam moaned out to me, feeling my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund slice a path again into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

I was feeling quite close to cumming again and started to fuck her even faster.

“Allah…Durgesh…Umm…god….Ahhh….Ahh…oohhh…my…Allah… god….ah… ah…AHHHHHHGHHH!” She screamed again, taken into the blessed realm of another orgasm.

She bucked against me as I slammed into her and felt my cum rise into my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh, Al Jihad Al Islam…. Eīshā n oh…god…here it comes….Uhhhhhh!” I moaned into her ear as I pushed her down onto my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund as I thrust deep inside her and let loose with another flood of my Hindu cum.

She continued to moan and pant through her orgasm as she felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot become even wetter with my Hindu juices.

But soon she lay limp on top of me as I pushed into her for the last time and released her and she felt my nice ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund start to go limp.

Soon Al Jihad Al Islam felt it slide from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, followed by the mix of their combined juices.

Al Jihad Al Islam felt totally sated, her female Musalmān lust gone. she lay there and pondered what had happened.

I lay there for a few more minutes, resting and trying to slow my breathing when Al Jihad Al Islam fell off me and rolled over and off the bed, standing up.

I looked over at her back as she slowly walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

I felt myself slowly drifting off to sleep and was feeling quite content when I suddenly felt myself being shaken.

“What have you done? How…how could you do that too me? I thought you loved me!” Al Jihad Al Islam said to the now awakened me.

I looked up at her stunned, with how she was acting and then remembered she usually regretted having sex after her blood had cooled somewhat.

“I do love you, Al Jihad Al Islam, you know that.” I said trying to calm her.

“Love me? If you loved me you would never have raped me like that!” Al Jihad Al Islam cried out, almost hysterical.

I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Rape you? I did no such thing! You wanted it as bad as I did. How did I rape you?” I said also getting quite loud as I sat up on the edge of the bed looking at my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī.

Tear started to flow freely from her eyes.

“Yes you did…I never asked you to…ravage me…how can I ask for forgiveness after being so…base. How could you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu take advantage of her while a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lady was weak? It’s forbidden in Islam.” Al Jihad Al Islam said trying to wipe the tears from her face as she stood before me. I felt bad she was crying but didn’t understand how she felt this way.

“Al Jihad Al Islam…it was just sex…good sex…but just sex. You used to love when we had sex.” I said hoping to get through to her.

I did, but not in the way, I had hoped.

I saw the fire now behind her eyes as she grew angry.

“Yes…we used to rut like animals…I used to, but I am trying to look beyond my bestial side and exercise Islam now loyally. I can’t do it if I’m blinded by LUST!” Al Jihad Al Islam said, screaming the last word as if it was worse than murder.

I looked up at her as she clenched her fists and tried to stop her tears.

Something again tore inside me and I just resigned myself again to my own creative strategy in our Live in Relationship.

Nevertheless, I had one last thing to say.

“Fine then, but…but I just thought that what you saw in the study…well…maybe you were feeling different. Maybe you wanted sex again.” I said and watched the anger being replaced with confusion.

“What are you talking about? What about the study, what has that got to do with what YOU did?” Al Jihad Al Islam said feeling a bit lost and wanting to know what I was talking about.

As Al Jihad Al Islam spoke, the warning bells were going off in my head… and I knew I shouldn’t say anymore.

“You know…just forget it. I guess…. I guess that it’s just the ignored Musalmān wife I fell in love with is gone… and I just miss her very much.” I said gravely.

I saw that my words had an effect on Al Jihad Al Islam as well as the anger flooded from her face and she bit her lip as she again began to cry anew.

“You think that…that I’m not the same woman inside…that I don’t love you anymore? I do Durgesh…but I have to follow Islam …or…or I am lost and can never be with you again. I’m trying to find me for us Durgesh…US!” Al Jihad Al Islam said pleading with me.

Nevertheless, even though her tears still flowed, I was a bit emotionally numb and couldn’t comfort her now.

“Fine…you follow Islam …for us or whatever. Nevertheless, I’m going to sleep in the extra bedroom for a few hours before morning. Goodnight, Al Jihad Al Islam.” I said as I turned and walked out of the door still naked and closed it quietly too.

I stood at the door, wondering if I should have said that and almost went back to apologize, when I heard my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s voice.

I listened for a minute, and shook my head…she was praying…praying for forgiveness for her giving into her lust. And praying for me to see the light and error of my ways.

I just turned, walked down the hall and onto the extra bedroom.

I opened the door, entered, and closed it behind me.

I then climbed into bed and set the clock on the table near by.

I just lay my head down and gave up for the night.

I soon went to sleep on top of the covers, stoutly determined to solve this dilemma.

Assalāt Al Fajir was finishing off yet another orgasm in bed, thinking of her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, and how the juices shot from my thing into her best friend’s extremely beautiful twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. She lay there resting and starting to drift off to sleep, when she thought she heard some noises.

At first, she thought it was just her imagination, but she heard a fairly loud noise and it woke her fully.

She sat up in bed and nothing.

Assalāt Al Fajir then decided to open her door to check in the hall for anything.

Her room was the closest to her ‘parents’, separated by only the hall bathroom.

When Assalāt Al Fajir opened her door and peered out, she heard clearly but faintly noises coming from her parent’s room.

Curious yet again tonight she crept up to our door and listened.

What she got was an earful.

Assalāt Al Fajir heard a lot of moans, and then heard very clearly her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, shouting.

Assalāt Al Fajir almost opened the door to make sure I was ok, but stopped remembering she had almost been caught the last time.

It was natural therefore that she just continued to listen.

She heard so more moans and the bed creaking. She then heard her still extremely beautiful, stll extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, asking her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, if she was naughty and if she was a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut for the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.

Assalāt Al Fajir perked her ears up after that, and heard her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, say she was.

Then she heard Al Jihad Al Islam ask if her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, liked her that way… and Assalāt Al Fajir wrinkled her nose, but was shocked by her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, loud response saying I did, and how I always wanted to fuck her Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, so bad.

Assalāt Al Fajir then heard only a few words, like Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and then a loud yes from her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

Assalāt Al Fajir then heard the bed get rather loud and figured they were having full Ashvinātam sex.

She then heard her still extremely beautiful, stll extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, get very loud, and Assalāt Al Fajir figured her still extremely beautiful, stll extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, had just orgasmed.

Assalāt Al Fajir smiled thinking her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, sure could fuck everbest.

Her friends were never wrong.

Durgesh really fucked Panjvaqtah Namāzī beautiful ardent Musalmān houseladies everbest.

Assalāt Al Fajir gasped, having never really used that word before, and she giggled softly.

She then heard her still extremely beautiful, stll extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, have yet another orgasm, and almost the same time heard what sounded like an orgasm from her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

Assalāt Al Fajir smiled thinking that her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was the everbest at sex for her too having orgasm twice with her ever sexy Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam too as well as her own twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.

Al Kāynāt Al Islam blackmailed Durgesh to fuck her.

A twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān extremely beautiful Musalmān yong lady blackmailed a sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu to fuck her.

What a man!

Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!

What a man!

She had heard from other girls that their boyfriends would have an orgasm then just fall asleep.

She smiled.

She knew her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was above average, noooooooooo, the everbest, and here was theproof.

Assalāt Al Fajir then started to hear raised voices, even shouting and knew they were fighting.

She heard most of what was said and it didn’t sound as if Durgesh had raped her Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam.

She sounded quite willing to Assalāt Al Fajir.

Assalāt Al Fajir then heard what sounded like her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, coming to the door, and heard me say I was sleeping in the extra bedroom.

Assalāt Al Fajir panicked.

She ran into her room and closed the door too but not closed.

She watched her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, in the nude as I hesitated at the door and then after a minute turned her way.

She got behind the door and didn’t peak out…until she heard her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, pass her door.

Assalāt Al Fajir then opened the door and peaked out down the hall…just in time to see her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh’s naked ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund as I walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

Assalāt Al Fajir leaned into the wall and caught her breath, which seemed to her to be out of.

She told herself to go back to bed and sleep, and she climbed into bed.

However, sleep would not come to her.

She was too excited by the night events.

Then she had a wicked thought…she wondered if her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was still nude.

As far as she knew, I had no clothes in the room. Maybe she could peak inside and look, under the covers….Allah, Assalāt Al Fajir, you would get caught for sure then, she thought.

Nevertheless, the harder she tried to forget she had thought it, the more she wanted to try it.

Chapter 23

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Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 21

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Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Chapter 21

Assalāt Al Fajir got up in the middle of the night.

She had to use the bathroom, her bladder feeling quite full.

After relieving herself on the toilet, she felt thirsty and walked to the kitchen to get herself a soda.

As she passed my study, she thought she heard a noise inside.

She looked at the clock in the kitchen, two o’clock in the morning.

No way is Durgesh still up, maybe he fell asleep while watching TV in there, or something, she thought to herself.

She walked to the door intending to knock, then stopped….she didn’t want to wake her Ammī’s Live in Relationship Partner that harshly she thought.

She wrapped her hand gently around the door handle and softly opened it, to check to see if her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was still inside.

Assalāt Al Fajir couldn’t understand why her Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, revolted against her Abbū.

Only because her Abbū, Salmān Waħīd, criticized Narendr Modi and BJP?

Allah!

What she saw made her drop her hand from the door and gasp loudly as she took in the entire scene.

Assalāt Al Fajir stared ahead of her, and looked at her Ammī’s nude Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, as he pushed his Uncut Hindu Lund into her best friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s, twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Allah!

Assalāt Al Fajir could not believe her own eyes.

Her best friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam, was lying on her back totally, entirely nude.

Her legs were on Durgesh’s nude Hindu shoulders.

Her twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was enthusiastically swallowing Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Assalāt Al Fajir was laughing proudly teasing her Ammī’s sixty-five years old Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

She also noticed the computer screen and could make out that they were watching their own previous video of having sex.

Then her gazed went again to me as I fucked her twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.

Assalāt Al Fajir noticed that she thought her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, had …well… was rather large down there.

She had seen some sex Ed movies and pictures, and my seemed far bigger than those.

I was turned to the side, facing away from her and the door.

Assalāt Al Fajir thought I hadn’t seen her.

She knew it was wrong…but she had never had sex of any kind.

Well, at least with others…Assalāt Al Fajir knew what her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was doing.

Fucking her extremely beautiful twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.

She knew it because of the sex class… but more so because she too used her fingers to get herself off almost every night.

She discovered just after puberty that her fingers down there could make her feel very nice.

However, Assalāt Al Fajir knew that her standing here was wrong…and she hadn’t knocked.

Her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, would be mad at her she knew.

However, she had never watched a man play with any woman before.

Assalāt Al Fajir really wanted to see what it was like.

Her eyes could hardly make out the video that was playing on the computer.

And even if she could, she was more into watching her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, and how his sixty-five years old Uncut Hindu Lund moved into her twenty eight years old friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

Assalāt Al Fajir started to get very hot down there and all over her body.

She started to feel her panties getting wet, as she watched her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, pushing his hard member into her best friend. Assalāt Al Fajir knew that if she got caught watching she would be in huge trouble…..and even bigger trouble with what she was thinking, but she had to do it.

Assalāt Al Fajir opened her pajama pants and held her panties open as she slid her other hand down to her privates… and slowly she started to rub herself…feeling her fingers start to get wet and sticky as her juices flooded out.

Assalāt Al Fajir heard her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, grunt and watched as he started moving his Uncut Hindu Lund faster into her…twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

That’s what the other girls at school called it. Assalāt Al Fajir then got really turned on and rubbed her wet slit even faster, now pushing her fingers inside herself and she could hear squishy noises coming from her rubbing…oohh she was getting close …she could feel it.

Assalāt Al Fajir thought her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was too.

By the way, his sixty-five years old Uncut Hindu Lund was flying up and down into her twenty eight years old young friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

She heard me breathing heavy and grunting a lot. Assalāt Al Fajir then watched as her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund slammed back into Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and held it there.

She watched my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund start to squirt and squirt….and squirt, all into Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Assalāt Al Fajir buried her fingers deep inside her now sopping slit and she felt herself reach the edge.

She was panting hard and moaned a few times.

“Huh….huhh…uumm…yesss.” Assalāt Al Fajir moaned out softly as she pushed herself over the edge and she started to see stars as she felt light headed.

She leaned against the doorway and waited for her head to clear.

When she refocused on her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, she saw that Al Kāynāt Al Islam was closing down the video window and reaching up to take the earphones off my head.

Assalāt Al Fajir panicked and quickly took her hand from her panties as she tried not to fall with her other hand.

She grabbed the door handle, quickly closed the door, hurried from the room and headed back to her bedroom.

Assalāt Al Fajir stopped and listened.

She didn’t hear any loud voices or movement. Assalāt Al Fajir sighed deeply, figuring she had gotten away unnoticed.

She entered her room and got back into bed…but found she could not sleep.

She lay there and absentmindedly started to rub her still sopping wet slit again as she pictured what had happened.

After I had succeeded in getting myself off twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend of Assalāt Al Fajir, and had turned off the music on the computer, I thought I had heard something and turned around after getting the earphones off of my head.

I saw the door was closed and no one was in the room behind.

“Must be my guilty conscience with me being “sinful”…Al Kāynāt Al Islam blackmailed me.” I smiled, glad my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, hadn’t opened the door without knocking.

I really needed to install a lock on that door I thought.

Assalāt Al Fajir’s young beautiful Musalmān lady friends were constantly fucking me this way or that.

My ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in their young Musalmān Choot was as if a trophy for them.

“If you won’t fuck me, I’d make even Assalāt Al Fajir herself fuck you and make its video.” Al Kāynāt Al Islam had warned me aggressively.

“It’s not good, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.” I had said, “Your Ammī herself is my Live in Relationship Partner. You must understand I’m as if a father to you.”

“Nonsense, there’s a vast difference between a father and ‘as if a father’.”

I continued to fuck her more for a few minutes, but it was being past two in the morning.

Good thing tomorrow is Saturday…I can sleep late, I thought.

My Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, doesn’t hold with anymore, I thought.

I walked toward the door opened it and turned off the light in the study.

When I went to close the door using the knob on the other side I quickly pulled my hand back….it was wet.

I touched the handle, and it was wet.

I pulled my hand close to my nose, thinking maybe it was somehow old oil from the doorknob and smelled my hand.

Damn…I thought…it’s been awhile but I’ll be damned if that isn’t pussy cream I smell, I thought.

I leaned down and smelled of the handle.

I definitely smelled a woman’s juices on the handle.

“Now how in the hell…?” I started to say aloud to myself.

It had to have happened just a short time ago to still be wet.

I then gasped, I had heard someone at the door.

I had been caught, but if my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, had caught me then why hadn’t she railed at me…even at this time of night.

Then a thought hit me, maybe she was turned on by me, I grinned at the thought and had another.

Maybe she’s in bed right now….horny. I wondered if I should try and do anything about it. A short train of thought, even after getting off, the possible chance to getting some another beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot after this, made me instantly hard.

I quickly moved to our bedroom and went inside.

I climbed into the bed I still shared with my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī.

I wasn’t sure if she was asleep…maybe she had time to doze off since then I thought.

I moved close to my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, and snuggled her.

She was on her side away from me.

I started moving my hand over her butt, which were covered in panties.

Even after ‘finding’ her religion, Islam, she still only slept in panties and a nightshirt, hating getting tangled in the covers.

I only had to contend with her thin panty material.

As I moved my hand over her perfectly round, firm, young, plump, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt, I started to rub my way toward the top of her legs and rubbed with pressure over where her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot would be.

I felt her stir, and start to move.

I even heard her moan once.

I, thinking I was about to get lucky after at least nearly a year, pulled aside the panties, and rubbed my finger directly over Al Jihad Al Islam’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot mound.

Al Jihad Al Islam was having a strange dream.

Even after finding her calling, she still had the occasional sex dream.

When she had them she would often awake and pray for forgiveness, but there had been a few times they had been too strong and these were the times she had become weak.

She would awake Durgesh and have sex with me.

She would be mad at me after we finished, but even now, she loved sex when we had it, which made her even madder at herself and me.

Twice she had even awoken and finding me not in bed, once when I had a business trip, she had felt so needy that she had to use her fingers to satisfy her bestial urges. On the time, I had taken the trip she had even been so needful that night that she had needed more than her fingers, but having LONG ago rid herself of sinful sexual devices, she had wondered the house in longing.

In the kitchen, she had found a cucumber in the refrigerator, and rushed to the bedroom to satisfy those urges.

For many days, she prayed over that incident, as well as tossing the cucumber in the trash.

Therefore, it was now that she felt her body respond to her urges now.

I was starting to feel her body responding, as she was starting to get wet now.

Even though I was amazed she was still asleep having just gotten there, she was now moving her body slightly against my fingers.

I figured she must have wiped herself clean after leaving the study door, as she had not been wet when I got into bed.

Nevertheless, I knew she was wet now and felt as she opened up and two of my fingers started to slide into her Musalmān warmth.

I felt her start to move more, and knew she was waking.

Al Jihad Al Islam was having a wonderfully sinful dream of a handsome Hindu, Durgesh, who happened to find her with her dress bent up when she was bent over, looking for something.

She felt me bury my face into her, and pushed back as I started to penis her Islamically forbidden hole.

She felt quite wicked in the dream and started to feel my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund go deep, very deep into her…..then she awoke…too find someone’s fingers probing her now wet sin hole.

Gasping aloud, thinking it was myself from the dream; she twisted her head around and found her new Hindu husband’s face.

Al Jihad Al Islam smiled glad it was her husband, but feeling a pang of regret, it was not right according to Islam. Al Jihad Al Islam then realized the situation and started to get angry.

“Durgesh…what are you doing!” Al Jihad Al Islam said, her body still moving, pushing against her Hindu husband’s fingers.

I sunk my two fingers even deeper now with her body turned more toward me, sinking them to the hilt.

Al Jihad Al Islam moaned deeply feeling full for the first time in many months.

“Just finishing what we sort of started earlier.” I said as I used my other hand to lift her shirt… and quickly shot my head in and kissed one of her nipples with my mouth.

Again Al Jihad Al Islam moaned, even louder this time.

She felt every confused, having just awoken and her Hindu husband talking of starting earlier.

“Wha…what…are you…ummm…saying?” Al Jihad Al Islam asked between gasps of breath, her body now responding totally to my actions.

But part of her still wanted me to stop….it was wrong.

“Durgesh….uumm…Allah…oh god…you got to…sttooppp….this…ohh Allah…god…wrong!” she moaned out to me.

I knew she felt guilty whenever we still had sex but I, and I knew she was as well, too far gone to stop it from happening now.

“Mmm baby, you’re too wet to stop now…. but you should have asked me to do this before getting back in bed.” I said as I moved my other hand around and used it to start to rub her clit as I still finger fucked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot with the other.

Al Jihad Al Islam’s body shot up and then she flopped back to the bed, a small orgasm running through, but feeling strong due to being unused.

But she still felt confused the way I was talking, but figured she find out later.

For now her body had taken over the talking.

“Allah! Oh god, Durgesh…yes…fuck me darling…fuck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.” Al Jihad Al Islam chanted out, knowing she would have to do penance later, but now….Allah, god, it felt so good.

I again kissed my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s nipple, and I bit it slightly, she used to like her nipples being bitten…it would drive her crazy.

I felt her hands encircle my head and almost suffocate me they held me down so hard.

I felt my finger being squeezed by her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and knew she was cumming….hard.

“Uhhh….Uhhhhh…UHHHH Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, MMMYY GGOOOODDD!” Al Jihad Al Islam screamed out to the heavens feeling lost in ecstasy, floating in heaven, for the first time in a long time.

When she came too, I had removed my fingers.

She weakly looked up and saw I had moved.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was now even with her bush Musalmān hair and even as she looked, I buried my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her.

She felt my sixty-five years old Uncut Hindu Lund slide into her.

“Ohhh yes Durgesh…yes….fuck me baby…Allah…yes….fuck me…fuck me with your ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund!” Al Jihad Al Islam moaned as she thrust her hips up to my Uncut Hindu Lund. After a minute, I lifted my head and looked at her.

“Here return the favor…” I said as I thrust my hips near her head, causing my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund to touch her cheek.

She shook her head no.

“No Durgesh…that’s too sinfulllll…….Allah! Oh god …yes!” Al Jihad Al Islam moaned as I moved my Uncut Hindu Lund back and again began to penis her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

I moved my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund forward and Al Jihad Al Islam still having her mouth open, felt it slid into her lips slightly.

Her body responded and she wrapped her lips around the head of it and started sucking.

Part of her was saying this was wrong, but her body screamed for it all.

She sucked harder and soon bobbed her head down, taking most of me into and out of her mouth. I gave a wet grin as I felt my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s mouth now working my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

I then pulled back and put my Uncut Hindu Lund to her clit and started penising her love button.

Al Jihad Al Islam responded immediately by moaning around my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund and sucking on it harder, and I could now easily hear the slurping noises she was making.

I then again insert my Uncut Hindu Lund into my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī.
“Mmm…ooommhh… gggaawwddd!” She mouthed out around her full mouth as she came again.

I then felt the flood of Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot cream over my Uncut Hindu Lund and pushed it deepest.

She bucked against my Uncut Hindu Lund and soon the deluge slowed.

I leaned up and gave her a wet grin as she continued to nurse on me.

“Alright Al Jihad Al Islam…let me loose so that I can really fill you up now.” I said expecting her to spit out my engorged member, and she did pull off of it, but she shook her head no.

“Huh huh….I want you to cream in my mouth…I’m…very hungry.” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she again swallowed my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and started sucking with much noise.

I was floored…never in the past had she eVER wanted to swallow my load.

The few times I had by accident she always spit it out, and here she was telling me to.

She must be crazy horny, I thought with a grin.

“Ok, Al Jihad Al Islam…mmm keep that up…and…uuh…you’ll be getting your wish….mmm Eīshā n …soon.” I said as I surrendered to the feeling of my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s mouth around my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Jihad Al Islam bobbed her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head and slurped on My ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, intensely wanting me to cum, to be nasty again like she used to be….more so even.

She wanted to take my Hindu cum, swallow it and savor it.

Al Jihad Al Islam not wanting to wait any longer for her treat moved her hand down.

I, feeling very close, was brought over the edge at my otherwise cold wife’s nastiness.

I thrust my hips causing my orgasm to be even stronger.

I thrust hard against my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s mouth and felt my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund buried deep into her throat as my Hindu cum boiled forth and started painting her tonsils.

Al Jihad Al Islam pulled back and held just the head inside her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, tonguing it as she felt My Hindu cream flowing and shooting past her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue.

She felt a spurt of my Hindu juice and a pulsing of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

I felt as if I was a puppet, with my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, pulling the string.

I had no control over my orgasm now as she used her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth to bring more my Hindu cum then I ever thought I had.

Chapter 22

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 17

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Chapter 17

Incurable Diseases

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī

And before I had time to object, not that it seemed likely that she would let me, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī dropped his head to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, cradling her quivering Musalmān buttocks in his hands.

Her whole Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was soaked; liberally splattered with a coating of foamed-up my whitish Hindu cum and her own female Musalmān offerings.

It looked delectable!

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī dived in.

His Musalmān tongue was at once getting busy as he swabbed up our Ashvinātam juices, quickly swallowing them as he went, causing Āmnah Azhar to cry out excitedly and to lift her hips up as if to greet Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s, her Musalmān husband’s, mouth.

Āmnah Azhar smiled triumphantly, proudly, ironically.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled too.

A woman is a woman after all.

She could be his Ammī, his Bājī, his younger sister, his wife, anyone.

They had the same smile, triumphant, proud, and sarcastic.

They think they had won Durgesh even.

Durgesh thinks he has defeated even entire Musalmīn.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī thinks something else entirely different, none of them is aware of.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī isn’t a damnfool that he licks Durgesh’s Ashvinātam sexual secretions with his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān womankind.

They don’t know what he is getting out of it.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is immensely grateful and indebted to his Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī.

She forced him first to lick her sexual secretions with that of Durgesh.

Even his Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, came later on.

Ammī didn’t fuck Durgesh first, his Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī was the brave enough to take the brave step.

Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, saw Durgesh fucking her daughter, Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī.

She was startled.

She could not believe her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī thoroughly sophisticated Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter was enjoying the immense infamous Uncut Hindu Lund of the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.

Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, blackmailed her own daughter, Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī, to get Durgesh’s ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her still ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Her ever-incompetent ‘Musalmān’ husband, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, couldn’t satisfy her sexually as much as she needed.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī learned a great bitterest lesson.

The ever greatest need of a Musalmān woman, even if she is a Panjvaqtah Namāzī, is Durgesh’s ever incredible Uncut Hindu Lund.

They refuse to accept this bitterest truth.

Yet, it’s true.

Incredible, yet, true!

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī found, gradually, his entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies were crazy for Durgesh’s ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.

They blackmailed each other for it.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī blackmailed them to let him lick their Ashvinātam sexual secretions with Durgesh.

After somewhat primary hesitations, ultimately everyone of them agreed.

The greatest triumph of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī on his own beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

He understands it now fully.

They sympathize with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

And Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiles secretly on their immensely foolish scientific ignorance.

They never knew what they produce thus as their Ashvinātam sexual secretions with Durgesh.*

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī slowly moved down her immensely well fucked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

That was Durgesh no doubt.

Whenever Durgesh fucked an immensely beautiful Musalmān lady, young or mature, he always fucked her immensely well.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was watching it ever since his very childhood.

Wasn’t he?

His lips were sliding over her shaven Musalmān mound, feeling the slight stubble and loving it, feeling her pelvis moving to better present her pussy to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s own ravenous lips.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī slid past her clit, eliciting a groan of dismay as he did so but instead Al Nādir Al Ghāzī lowered his face as far as he could between her legs – her luscious long sleek legs that were already wrapping themselves over his shoulders.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī inhaled deeply of her exciting scents mixed with my Uncut Hindu Lund’s masculine fragrance too; the deep muskiness of hot flesh and the wild lustiness of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as it was lubricated generously.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī extended his Musalmān tongue and touched her deep down between the cheeks of her bottom, almost as far back as her anus.

Āmnah Azhar let out a small cry and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī felt everything tense up as he began to stimulate further her already stimulated sex machine!

Slowly Al Nādir Al Ghāzī moved upwards, nearer and ever nearer to her pussy, collecting even before he got there, trickles of her lovely lubrications mixed with mine.

And now Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s ravenous Musalmān lips reached her pussy, to find her fingers already there, holding her lips wide apart for her Musalmān husband’s ever eager lips.

“Lick me Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, please,” groaned Āmnah Azhar, “Use your tongue…”

‘Oh yes, Wallah, I’d use it, that was for sure!’ Al Nādir Al Ghāzī thought.

He began again near the bottom of her wet cleft, sliding upwards until he found her slippery little hole.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī thrust his tongue inside, loving the feel of her quickly tightening flesh and the gushes of our Ashvinātam sex juices.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s mouth was wet as he moved higher up her pretty lips, licking first one side and then the other; carefully avoiding her clit for now, until Āmnah Azhar was almost screaming for more.

And now to the powerhouse of her arousal – to her clit and the wild orgasm that would inevitably follow mixed with Durgesh’s ever precious ever miraculous Hindu semen, his stimulation of that miniscule piece of stiffened flesh!

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī settled himself comfortably and made his approach – a long sweeping slide of his tongue from near her hole, right up until Al Nādir Al Ghāzī swept over her clit and off again, like a bird swooping down over a lake and rising away…

Āmnah Azhar jerked hard and cried out, her hands pulling his head back to her pleasure center.

Willingly Al Nādir Al Ghāzī now engulfed her whole clit in his mouth, his tongue tickling the tip while his lips squeezed the shaft of her mini-penis.

Āmnah Azhar cried out again, her hands pushing Al Nādir Al Ghāzī down to hold him in position.

“Yes Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, more, my boy – I’m so near!” she cried, her voice almost cracking up with emotion, “Please don’t stop!”

Quickly now Al Nādir Al Ghāzī concentrated all his attention on her clit, while now bringing a hand up to slide over her very lubricated lips.

Āmnah Azhar moaned loudly as Al Nādir Al Ghāzī brought her closer and closer to her climax; lubrication was pouring from her, as were sweat and clouds of pheromones; Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could do nothing to escape now.

And suddenly Āmnah Azhar cried out once more and this time he knew it was with exalted release.

“Aaaaahhh, cummming!” she cried, “You’ve made me cum! Your ever obedient tongue did wonders again. Your job of cleaning me up after Durgesh fucks me is excellent, my boy. Cumming! Oh yesssss!”

Under him, everything was jerking, writhing and squirming; only Āmnah Azhar’s hands on his head held him in place, stationed as he was over her clit.

For what seemed like long minutes, she was in raptures; her body shaking and quivering spasmodically as bursts of sexual pleasure fired nerve receptors in her brain, until finally she fell still, only her deep breathing revealing that she was still alive.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī lifted his head to look down at her and finally her eyes opened; eyes full of love and happiness.

“Oh Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, my ever obedient little slave, that was so good,” she said, “You’re my best slave ever!”

Softly Al Nādir Al Ghāzī slid up and down her hot labial Musalmān lips, before finding her still ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit and sucking it clean as well.

Āmnah Azhar was now groaning as Al Nādir Al Ghāzī touched her sensitive flesh.

Moving down a little, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī penetrated her sticky hole and sucked up a mouthful of our highly scented Ashvinātam emissions, holding them in his mouth.

Then Al Nādir Al Ghāzī moved up her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body until they were face to face.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī stuck his ravenous Musalmān tongue out a little to show her its coating.

Quickly her quivering, red, crimson, beautiful Musalmān lips came up to meet his.

Their tongues dueled happily in the mouthful of sticky Ashvinātam fluids.

Their lips although wet now managed to lock together as they made love to each other with their mouths.

Āmnah Azhar’s.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī felt his cut Musalmān noonī start to rise.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī looked into Āmnah Azhar’s extremely beautiful ever naughty Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes.

“Do it again with your new Hindu husband, Durgesh?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked eagerly, “You up for another go?”

Āmnah Azhar nodded quickly and I felt her hips push her sex up at my now rigid sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Definitely!” she moaned, “I’m ready…”

“Yessss,” I moaned as my still slippery Hindu knob slotted into position, “Here I come then.”

“Yes Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, come back where you belong,” said Āmnah Azhar, her arms now around my neck again, “Give me everything – fill me again!”

This time, I soon realized, it would be a quickie. We were both already well primed and ready. Āmnah Azhar wouldn’t need much to get her to a climax and my balls already were churning as they prepared to release another load.

My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund slid into her hot wet welcoming hole so easily.

My sixty-five years old Uncut Hindu Lund was at home there now.

Quickly we fucked.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had cleaned her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot skillfully completely.

Our bodies now slamming together; our breaths quick and shallow; our hearts beating wildly.

Frantically we hammered at each other; excited cries filling the woodland glade; passionate words broadcasting like seeds.

In minutes, I felt my Hindu sperm rising; my second offering for Āmnah Azhar and definitely not my last!

“Coming soon,” I cried and Āmnah Azhar hummed an accord.

“And me,” she groaned, her hips pounding against my downthrusting sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund, “I was so ready for you.”

With a final flurry we both reached our zeniths; our Ashvinātam bodies bonded as one as I poured another liberal donation of my reproductive Hindu juices into Āmnah Azhar.

Āmnah Azhar’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body seemed to simply absorb my Hindu offerings; she almost absorbed me entirely as I felt us meld together, then entirely united we cried out our love and passion until we just collapsed into a hot twitching heap.

Slowly we slid apart; my slowly softening sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund slipping almost unwillingly from her abused young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot; Āmnah Azhar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān hole jerking closed as if to retain my Hindu sperm inside her.

We looked at each other lovingly and I shook my head at her.

“You are wicked!” I said in mock horror, “Fucking your stepfather in law! Whatever next?”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s exploring tongue trailed down the center of her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body, from the generous canyon between her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts, down her sternum, onto the firm structure of her abdomen and down to her navel.

There Al Nādir Al Ghāzī paused.

His tongue was busily twisting into her small cave, making Āmnah Azhar squirm, her delicate young pink Musalmān hands coming down to rest on his head.

I looked up and she was smiling down at me; her beautiful Musalmān eyes happy and bright.*

Āmnah Azhar was still enjoying my sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had licked her Musalmān Cunt completely clean.

I was enjoying Āmnah Azhar’s excellent young Musalmān beauty riding on her.

“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was a little difficult, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī,” I said, “when I talked with her yesterday.”

“Fucking Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb too, I think,” Āmnah Azhar said jealously.

I smiled.

“Well, I wasn’t fucking you then, Āmnah Azhar. No need to be jealous of her. She thought she had a trump card in that illegal marriage prosecution. She couldn’t imagine you may be here, safely ensconced in Mexico. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb can’t touch you here with the illegal marriage charge. I can tell her that you are planning on transferring your property interests, buying a large hacienda in Mexico and living there. That may give her something to worry about.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s eyes lit up.

“That’s a splendid idea. It’s pippin! That’s going to knock her for a loop!”

I looked at Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is my live in relationship partner now. She is a good looking woman. She likes to have people admire her.”

“Who doesn’t?” Āmnah Azhar interrupted me sarcastically.

I deliberately ignored her.

I never wanted to indulge in the jealousy of my women against my other women.

It was useless.

I continued to say as if I were never interrupted,

“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has a way of doing things so that she shows just enough leg to keep people interested and…”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed almost appreciating his former wife,

“That’s Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, all right. That’s the way she used to be with me. I remember when she was my secretary she…”

“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī!” Āmnah Azhar said curtly.

“Pardon, my dear!”

I intervened.

I never wanted them to quarrel with each other.

It wasn’t good for me.

It would have been troublesome for me.

They both were playing their own games.

I had to play my own game myself, naturally.

As a stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never paid any respect to me.

He wasn’t loyal to me ever, neither as a stepson, nor as even a fellow human being.

The trouble with Pseudo Musalmīn was that they never respected their any fellow human being even if s/he wasn’t one of the Pseudo Musalmīn himself/herself.

They were adamant to kill everyone if s/he wasn’t one of them.

It was a fatal mistake to expect anything humanistic from them.

“Before we start talking any cash figure with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, I advise you to spend some money on detectives and find out a little more about what she was doing with her time during that period when you didn’t hear from her.”

“She was fucking you, we know already,” Āmnah Azhar blazed.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was more sober.

“Nonsense, Āmnah Azhar,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said patiently, “Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was fucking DURGESH already when even she was with me. I myself suggested her to fuck Durgesh. I even participated in the sex sessions of her with Durgesh, as I am participating with you now. That’s not the point.”

“Oh, sure,” Āmnah Azhar said sarcastically, “I forgot your obsession to lick the sexual secretions of us beautiful Musalmān houseladies, mixed with Durgesh’s, after Durgesh fucks us.”

“He thinks it’s his necessity.” I said.

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade are blackmailing him?”

“Āmnah Azhar is crazy!” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said to me.

“Because I can’t appreciate your compulsion of licking the sexual secretions of us beautiful Musalmān houseladies, mixed with Durgesh’s, after Durgesh fucks us?”

“Yessssssssss!” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said curtly, “I am one of those countless Musalmīn whose beautiful Musalmān houseladies are so obsessed with having sex with the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu that they enjoy punishing the male children of their household to lick the sexual secretions of those beautiful Musalmān houseladies, mixed with Durgesh’s, after Durgesh fucks them.”

“I’m not stunned.” Āmnah Azhar announced ridiculing Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, “You rotten so called innocent Musalmān children deserved that punishment.”

“Āmnah Azhar!” I protested vehemently.

“You don’t think so, I know.” Āmnah Azhar said curtly.

“Shame on you, Āmnah Azhar! You want the innocent Musalmān children punished in such a rotten way if they erroneously watch their beautiful Musalmān houseladies having sex with me?”

“Why not?”

“Why not? Do they understand that they should never do it?”

“Certainly their beautiful Musalmān houseladies aren’t responsible for it.”

“Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī is his elder sister, Āmnah Azhar,” I said curtly, “She should have educated Al Nādir Al Ghāzī that he shouldn’t have watched us when we were having sex.”

“Why didn’t you yourself do it?” Āmnah Azhar was still sarcastic.

Moreover, her sarcasm was becoming more and more bitter.

It was now the normal behavior of most of the Musalmān young ladies whenever they were criticized.

They always blamed their Musalmān mankind for everything immoral they were practicing.

It was FEMINISM.

MUSLIM FEMINISM, to be more precise!

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade were its ardent followers.

They refused to understand that it was destroying families themselves.

“The families themselves must understand it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had responded me curtly, “We beautiful Musalmān houseladies refuse out rightly to pay the entire cost of keeping the families. Why the hell our Musalmān mankind is not paying any cost of keeping their families themselves?”

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” I said patiently, “It’s wrong to divide families in mankind and womankind.”

“According to Hinduism, NOT according to Islam.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said furiously, “Hinduism is a family movement, not Islam.”

Chapter 18

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 16

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Chapter 16

Incurable Diseases

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī requested,

“Dad, if you really want to please Ammī by protecting my interests, you please make the property settlement with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. She is too smart for me.”

“Only Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb?” Āmnah Azhar laughed, “I think every Musalmān girl that fucked Durgesh is a lot smarter than you.”

“You said it, Ammī,”

“Nonsense,”

“Certainly not. What you said implies that actually your Hindu Ŧhonkū is important, not you Musalmān bitches that act ever smart.”

“Ŧhonkū?”

“That ŧhonks you, I mean who fucks you,”

“Lāhaul,”

“Start with the fifty thousand, Dad. Do the best you can. Let’s see who pleases you sexually more, my Ammī, my sisters, cousins and their extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends or Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. With myself cleaning their Musalmān Cunts and their perfect round firm plump Musalmān ass, of course.”

“How many Musalmān Cunts and female Musalmān ass have you licked clean, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, till now I mean?” Āmnah Azhar again ridiculed him.

“Countless, if Durgesh fucked them. None if they aren’t lucky enough that Durgesh fucks them.”

“You mean you love to lick Durgesh’s Hindu semen more than you love to lick our Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān female secretions even?”

“Well, I think I prefer the cocktail more, but it must have Durgesh’s excellent Hindu semen necessarily.”

“What is actually the incurable disease you are suffering from, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?” Āmnah Azhar was utmost sympathetic to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī suddenly.

“Wallah, none!” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was immensely surprised.

“AIDS, cancer, what?”

“None, I said.”

“I don’t believe you.” Āmnah Azhar said, “It’s a medicine Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade claim to cure any otherwise incurable disease. Let Durgesh fuck your own womankind and lick their sexual secretions clean after it.”

“I know,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled, “But I don’t lick clean only my Musalmān womankind’s sexual secretions after Durgesh fucks them. I enjoy licking clean other beautiful Musalmān Cunts and other female Musalmān ass too. They tell me it’s a disease in itself that I myself love my humiliation so much that I can even die to have it.”

“Will you let me urinate into your open mouth?” suddenly Āmnah Azhar asked.

“Well, if Durgesh too urinates into my mouth simultaneously with you, yes. My Ammī, my sisters etcetera do it sometimes with Durgesh simultaneously. I enjoy it very much. Durgesh’s urine makes even their urine tastier.”

“You are suffering from mental sickness,” I said curtly, “there isn’t any taste in it. You only imagine it’s there.”

“Well,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said, “even if you are right, I refuse to get rid of my mental disease. I love it. I’ve an obsession to it now actually. I can’t live without this humiliation of mine if you say so. And remember I’m not alone. There are countless of us Musalmīn now.”

“Pseudo Musalmīn!” I corrected.

“I don’t think so.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said gravely, obstinately.

“I think your sisters and your Ammī hated terrorism tremendously. You had soft corner to terrorism. Your Ammī and your sisters punished you for it ever since your childhood, instead of resorting to other positive remedies.”

“That may be right,” Āmnah Azhar agreed with me, “He is curable but it may take a long time.”*

The hotel was back from the main street, a high class, low, rambling hostelry that had apparently just been completed.

The adobe wall that surrounded the place had been freshly colorwashed.

It had an arched entrance and, farther along, an exit.

The two big cars crunched up the graveled driveway one after the other, came to a stop before an eye pleasing combination of ’dobe bricks, red tile roof, colorwashed walls and green cacti showing in a pastel color combination against the ’dobe.

Behind a desk a beautiful veiled/unveiled woman was sitting.

She beamed at us with friendly cordiality.

“We want two rooms,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said, “One for myself and one for my companion and his Live in Relationship Partner.”

Āmnah Azhar smiled at him as if he was our servant and she was pleased with his services.

I disapproved of her arrogant behavior.

But Al Nādir Al Ghāzī only smiled,

“It’s okay with you, Ma’am?”

“Oh, sure, my boy,” Āmnah Azhar cooed at him graciously.

“Connecting bath?” the woman smiled.

“Separate,” Āmnah Azhar instructed curtly.

“It’s okay, Ma’am,” the woman laughed gracefully, “Sorry, I didn’t understand.”

“It’s all right,” Āmnah Azhar said majestically.

“Separate baths will be more expensive,” the woman smiled her warning.

“That’s all right,” Āmnah Azhar smiled her charming grace, “We want the best you have in the house.”

The woman’s beautiful eyes glistened.

“Ah, the Big Ma’am! She is accustomed to the best.”

“Yes,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled, “The Big Ma’am is on the Honeymoon.”

“Congratulations, Ma’am. Congratulations, Sir,” the woman congratulated Āmnah Azhar and me.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was enjoying it all.

He was habitual of enjoying his well calculated, well planned by himself, humiliations.

It was his own strategy to his success that never failed.

After all, how anyone could anticipate anyone planning to humiliate himself?

It kept them in dark about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

None suspected ever the constantly humiliated moron.

And that defeated them.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t moron at all.

He was actually the shrewdest operator in the family after his shrewdest ever-successful mastermind Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī.

Even his Ammī hadn’t realized it before Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī told her expressly.

Yet, it was a fact Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī made even their Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, lick her sexual secretions with Durgesh.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had objected.

“Bājī, I need your Āb-e-Zamzam with Durgesh more. Let Ammī suck Durgesh’s Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund itself.”

Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī used to laugh graciously.

“It’s all right, Naddū,” Durgesh and I would urinate into your mouth simultaneously. Let Ammī get Durgesh’s and my sexual secretions now.”

Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī was the Woman of the House.

Even their Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, respected her eldest daughter, Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī, very much.

Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī was the one that recognized the importance of sexual intercourse with Durgesh first.

It wasn’t an ordinary sexual intercourse.

It was something more.

The Mexican woman kept smiling.

“You’ll get the best here, Ma’am. I have two beautiful connecting rooms. Yet, if you don’t want to share the bath, you’ve to take both the rooms, sorry. The room for the other señor must then be in the other wing.”

Āmnah Azhar eyed Al Nādir Al Ghāzī contemptuously,

“That will be fine. I don’t want any interference from my servants. Right, Naddū?”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī felt immensely humiliated.

He never allowed anyone to call him ‘Naddū’, except his Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī.

Well, let the bitch too call him ‘Naddū’, as long as she lets him lick clean her ever-precious sexual secretions with me.

It’s not normal that a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girl allows someone to do that.

Was it?

The more Ashvinātam sexual secretions of mine he licks the more powerful he is, even Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, the utmost successful of such persons, confirms it day and night.

He openly declares that he got rid of his physical incompetence completely licking his beautiful Musalmān houseladies’ Ashvinātam sexual secretions with me.

His wife Shamsah Salāħuddīn started it due to his physical incompetence.

She suggested Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, not an Imām then, to lick clean her sexual secretions with me.

Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī avoided at first.

Then Shamsah Salāħuddīn compelled him to lick clean her sexual secretions with me.

Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hadn’t another option ultimately to obey Shamsah Salāħuddīn.

His daughters’ sanctity was in danger otherwise.

He licked clean his wife, Shamsah Salāħuddīn after I fucked her.

Shamsah Salāħuddīn cuckolded successfully her physically incompetent Musalmān husband to herself and me, with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement’s cooperation.

He did it with non-consent and enormous reluctance.

Yet, gradually he started to feel improvements in his physically incompetent body.

His daughter, Najmah Salāħuddīn, could not believe it.

“Abbū, you are certainly mistaken. It can’t happen ever. Ammī is cuckolding you, and you are surrendering to her and Durgesh. It’s plain nonsense.”

“I suggest you one thing, Najmah Salāħuddīn, my child.” Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said gravely.

“Yes, Abbū.” Najmah Salāħuddīn said obediently.

“Can you do something for me?”

“Why are you asking me in such a manner, Abbū?” Najmah Salāħuddīn felt herself hurt, “I’m your daughter. I can do anything for you.”*

Āmnah Azhar herself picked up the pen and registered for the three of us.

“How about the cars?” Āmnah Azhar asked.

“Oh, the cars? You leave them right there in the driveway. No one ever steals a car from here.”

“You have a watchman?” Āmnah Azhar asked her somewhat curtly.

The beautiful young Mexican Musalmān woman smiled.

“No, no watchman. However, in this country, you are among the honest people. Nevertheless, as a precaution, just as a precaution, you lock the car and leave the key with me. I put them in the cash drawer. If it should be necessary to move the cars in the morning before you are up, the yard girl can do it and you do not need to be disturbed. Yet, your cars are safe.”

“Okay,” Āmnah Azhar said gravely, “I’ll lock up the cars, bring in the keys. Yet, how about the baggage?”

“The boy would bring it to your respective rooms.” She indicated to a man, instead of a boy.

Āmnah Azhar deliberately turned to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī to humiliate him more.

“Naddū, you yourself bring my little overnight bag and Durgesh’s. Understand?”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī nodded obediently.

“Yes, Ma’am. Don’t worry. I’d myself take care of your baggage.”

“That’s a good boy,” Āmnah Azhar smiled graciously.

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

Āmnah Azhar smiled at me.

“Durgesh darling, I can’t tell you how relieved I am to feel that matters are in your hands.”

I pulled her to me circling her waist, and kissed her on her lips.

“You needn’t to worry. Forget everything, Sweetheart.”

“I will show the excellent couple their honeymoon suite. You bring the baggage.”

The last sentence was addressed to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.*

Āmnah Azhar stood, then sank gracefully down until she lay there, arms and legs spread out, all ready to accept me.

“Come on Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, now!” she demanded seductively, “Get yourself undressed and come here. Come and fuck me! I need you so much! Forget your stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī for me, for ever. He doesn’t have enough manly vigor that his cut Musalmān noonī can ever penetrate me successfully optimum. You are already satisfying sexually countless beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies who were your ex daughters in law. Why the hell are you hesitating now?”

I looked gravely at my stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

He laughed bitterly.

“It’s alright, Dad. I am a Musalmān, not a Hindu. As such, we have different morals. You’ve your various stepAmmīs your Live in Relationship Partners now. We Musalmīn, sorry, Pseudo Musalmīn in your Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners’ and your ‘more ethical’ eyes can never even imagine it.”

Āmnah Azhar laughed sarcastically.

“You and your morals! Hahaha!”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled gravely.

“Go ahead, Dad. She has sucked you already. She is my Ammī now. She isn’t my wife any more according to Sharīåt-e-Islam.”
My clothes went flying in seconds as I advanced on Āmnah Azhar.

My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund was now jerking and bouncing stiffly as it neared my quarry.

Āmnah Azhar’s extremely beautiful ever naughty Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes were shining brightly as she now opened her sexual lips apart; her hand sliding up and down her wild Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Come on Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’m all ready for you,” Āmnah Azhar said, “Come and make love to me!”

I dropped to my knees beside her, drinking in the so erotic sight before me.

No way could I hold myself back now.

There was now a deep longing for her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body and a feral desire to empty my Hindu sperm inside her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Nature was winning and from now on, I wasn’t going to complain or hold back one inch!

Āmnah Azhar brought me back to reality as she now reached out with her arms.

“Bring your sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund here first Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Āmnah Azhar said, “I want to taste him first of all, once more. What a tastiest Uncut Hindu Lund you have! Allah Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah!”

On my knees now I crawled across the sheet until my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund swayed above her head.

I leaned forward to allow Āmnah Azhar’s head to lift up and her mouth to touch me.

I almost jumped as I felt the sweet touch of her quivering, red, crimson, beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips once more on my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.

But instead of jerking away, my overriding movement was to thrust forward, realizing as I did so that Āmnah Azhar had simply opened her mouth and had now engulfed most of my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oooh Āmnah Azhar,” I groaned, “That’s immensely lovely. Run your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue underneath…just there, yeahhhh, ooooh!”

Her delicate young pink Musalmān hand was busy running up and down my Hindu shaft, just softly sliding over my Hindu flesh; stimulating and titivating me until I could stand no more.

I pulled away, leaving Āmnah Azhar with her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth still open and her delicate young pink Musalmān hands still reaching for me.

“Come back Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Āmnah Azhar groaned, “I haven’t finished…”

“Don’t want to cum yet. My turn now,” I said as I repositioned myself astride her and leaned forward.

I heard Āmnah Azhar take a quick breath as my moistened Hindu erection touched her abdomen but it was higher up her young, twenty-eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body that now became the center of my attention.

Her gorgeous Musalmān breasts seemed to be bulging out as her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body prepared itself for sex.

In fact, all her sexual parts were in overdrive as she uncontrollably became more and more aroused.

She was glowing with health, vitality and sex appeal.

Somehow, I imagined her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooding with her ardent Musalmān lubrications and with my Hindu sperm.

I imagined her belly swollen with my child.

I imagined her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts leaking sprays of milk.

I knew that both Āmnah Azhar and I were very, very ready now.

My male Hindu lips descended onto one breast, loving the way her well-filled Musalmān flesh gave way and bounced back.

The way her little Musalmān nipples hardened under my male Hindu lips; the way her Musalmān aureoles crinkled even more as I kissed them.

Her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts filled my ever experienced, handsome, strong Hindu hands beautifully as I alternated my kissing from one breast to the other; from one nipple to tit next.

Āmnah Azhar’s breath was coming faster now, her rib cage was heaving and I could feel that her heart was pounding.

Then leaving her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts I slowly moved down her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body, loving every inch of it; her sleek svelte figure alluring in every way.

“Not yet, I’m not,” I replied, my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund jerking as I spoke; a long dribble of precum sliding from it down onto her smooth beautiful Musalmān thigh, “I haven’t fucked you yet!”

“Allah, Oh God, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, yes, yes,” moaned Āmnah Azhar frantically, “Come on then, fuck me, fill me!”

I crawled up on her, until I was poised immediately above Āmnah Azhar’s wanton female Musalmān body.

My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund was sliding now against her slippery Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān skin, not all that far from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I felt Āmnah Azhar’s pink, delicate, young, beautiful Musalmān hand grasp my Hindu erection and pull me towards her.

I simply couldn’t resist.

Why the hell should have I?

Because Āmnah Azhar was my ex stepdaughter in law?

Countless of them were now already my Live in Relationship Partners.

Now, finally, I was about to penetrate Āmnah Azhar’s young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, pink, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my supercharged sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Āmnah Azhar’s pink, delicate, young, beautiful Musalmān hand moved my stout Hindu knob up and down her pink Musalmān slit, obviously coating it in her generous Musalmān lubrications before aligning the end with the indentation that I could now feel; the entrance to her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, to her Musalmān womb itself.

“Come to me, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, please,” Āmnah Azhar said as her delicate young pink Musalmān hands pulled me closer, “Get your ever experienced, handsome, strong Uncut Hindu Lund inside me!”

A little push and I felt my stout Hindu knob parting her hot Musalmān flesh.

There was a slight resistance before our slippery fluids eased her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān entrance and then I felt myself sliding, sliding into her hot wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole.

“Aaaaahhhhhh!” breathed Āmnah Azhar, her eyes bright and wild, “Yessssss, yesssss! Allah Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah!”

I held myself in place, allowing her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body to get used to my rigid sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund before Āmnah Azhar’s arms pulled me once more.

“All the way, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Āmnah Azhar said, “All the way in now. Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

It was now my turn to moan.

Yet, with immense pride, triumphantly, of course!

“Yesssss! Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God – you’re lovely; so tight, so hot, so sweet!” I hissed as I gently allowed my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund to penetrate further into her grasping young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Oh Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’ve waited so long,” groaned Āmnah Azhar as I felt her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body lifting up to meet me, “Love me, just make love to me now!”

Instead of speaking I began moving up and down, sliding my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān depths to her entrance and back once more.

There was a gentle squelching noise as my Hindu piston squeezed into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sheath, driving out the overflowing liquid lubrication.

That was followed by soft grunts from Āmnah Azhar as I reached as far into her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body as I could penetrate; the tip of my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund now pushing hard against her Musalmān cervix.

I looked down at her and saw that Āmnah Azhar had a massive smile on her face; a look of pure female Musalmān delight and total absorption.

I smiled as well as I watched her immensely beautiful, young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth fall open when I pushed my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund hard into her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body once again.

Hard but not violent, pushing but not driving; penetrating but not piercing; together we fucked steadily, our bodies coming together in unison; our minds united.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was watching immensely absorbed.

Durgesh was always the best.

It was the duty he was born for, perhaps, actually.

He is watching Durgesh fucking immensely beautiful Musalmān houseladies ever since when Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was a child only.

Durgesh always fucked them wildly, yet immense sophisticatedly ever.

He fucked beautiful Musalmān houseladies with a devotion as if he was not fucking them, offering his meditation instead to his Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā.

It was unique.

It was the mystery of Durgesh’s infinite success in fucking beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

The beautiful Musalmān houseladies never felt such divinity with anyone except Durgesh.

Despite his entire differences with Durgesh Al Nādir Al Ghāzī always praised Durgesh for fucking beautiful Musalmān houseladies with such a divine devotion.

“You weren’t a virgin?” I asked eventually and Āmnah Azhar shook her head.

“Well, I was a sort-of virgin Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I’ve had a ‘lover’, a husband, but you’re the first man to be inside me,” Āmnah Azhar said, “My hairbrush broke me in and my vibrator and things have been up there too but this is so much better – you’re alive inside me! I can feel all the veins on your sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund inside me. I can feel you sliding in me. You’re pulsing and throbbing in there, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” I said, as I continued to gently make love to Āmnah Azhar, “However, not getting close to coming even now, that’s why I’m throbbing only.”

“Oh good, Allah Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah! Fuck me nonstop now until I exist, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.” moaned Āmnah Azhar, her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot now gripping my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund tighter, “However, ultimately, You’re going to fill me, aren’t you Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?”

I hadn’t actually considered that subject.

I’d been too absorbed in just loving her but now the matter was not getting close even now.

A decision not had to be made soon.

I had tremendous time.

If there wasn’t the stockholders’ meeting, I could have really fucked Āmnah Azhar till infinity nonstop.

“Shouldn’t I pull out when I cum,” I said, “Don’t want you getting pregnant the first time!”

“Why ever not?” asked Āmnah Azhar, her beautiful Musalmān eyes locked onto mine, “I love you; I want you; I want to be with you, so why ever not?”

I smiled only.

Not responding to her question.

“Suppose I want to?” said Āmnah Azhar obstinately.

Her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was now very actively milking my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund, “I want to get my children out of the way early, so why not start right now? Al Nādir Al Ghāzī couldn’t give me any child. Won’t you too?”

My eyes opened wide as Āmnah Azhar spoke, knowing that in a few minutes that could indeed happen – or I could abort my mission and spray my seed on Āmnah Azhar’s body instead.

Nevertheless, deep inside me there was a lust for nature, a primeval desire to fill her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān belly in the way nature had intended.

“Shall we try then?” I asked Āmnah Azhar and her immensely beautiful, young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth beamed a huge smile back at me.

“Yes Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, yessss,” she cried, “Do it then – fill me!”

My mind had been shaken with the situation, so much so that lust had built up as if behind a dam inside me.

My whole Hindu male body shook with the frightening reality of it all – I was about to try to make Āmnah Azhar pregnant!

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God,” I groaned as desire began to overcome me.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God,” I groaned again as my body began to drive my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund into Āmnah Azhar harder and faster.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God,” I groaned once more as I felt everything start to tighten up as my now unstoppable Hindu orgasm began to rise.

“Oh yes, yes, Durgesh, Allah Allah, Måshā Allah, Subħān Allah! Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā – do it!” cried Āmnah Azhar, her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body now writhing wildly beneath me, “Don’t stop – I’m coming too!”

I couldn’t stop anyway now – I couldn’t even bring myself to withdraw – I could only power my pulsating sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund as far into her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as I could, now feeling the rubbery entrance to her very Musalmān womb at the tip of my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.

Sensations were crawling all over me.

My whole body had gone mad as I seemed to turn into one enormous sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund as I slammed harder and harder into Āmnah Azhar’s beautiful, splendid, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Sweat was dripping everywhere.

Juices were spraying around.

Limbs were flailing.

Voices were crying out.

Orgasms were coming, coming, cummmmming!!

With a final grunt I felt my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund jerk hard and blast off his first volley of molten fire.

It felt as if I’d emptied a bucket of my Hindu stuff into Āmnah Azhar’s young, twenty-eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

My Hindu sperm was overflowing around my balls already!

I grunted again as another eruption took place; and another and yet another.

Āmnah Azhar had her immensely beautiful, young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth tight shut and all her muscles had seized up – until suddenly she let it all out.

“Yessss DURGESH, ANANT MUSLIMĀTCHOD HINDU PIYĀ, – cummmmmming! I’m cummmming toooooooooooo!” Āmnah Azhar screamed, loud enough for me to look around to check that no-one had heard, “Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah! Oh God – I’m cumming so hard – can’t stop!”

Her young, twenty-eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body was jerking wildly around.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was squeezing and sucking at my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund, demanding every last drop of my Hindu semen be shed inside its welcoming Musalmān embrace.

Āmnah Azhar’s arms were tight around my neck; her legs tight over my Hindu male buttocks as she pulled me as far into her as she could.

In addition, I wasn’t about to disappoint her.

My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund was firmly lodged against her cervix as my creamy Hindu sperm filled her up while Āmnah Azhar shook and shivered and jerked her way through what seemed like a never ending orgasm.

“Oh Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, that was so wonderful,” said Āmnah Azhar as she finally came down from her female Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ecstasy, “If I’d have known it would be that good I’d have made you make love to me years ago!”

“Oh no, you wouldn’t have managed,” I replied, “I wouldn’t have let you.”

“Oh yeah?” she questioned me, “Just as well I didn’t try then!”

Slowly we collapsed, Āmnah Azhar lying on the bed and me with my lips resting on Āmnah Azhar’s.

We held our hands too.

My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund was still penetrating her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“What are you up to?” asked Āmnah Azhar as I moved between her legs once more, “What are you doing?”

“He has just realized I hadn’t done my duty,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed, “I Didn’t clean you up!

Chapter 17

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 15

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Chapter 15

In fact, Allah guideth not the fāsiqīn, who bring chaos.

Poor Al Nādir Al Ghāzī

My car followed Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s convertible across the bridge below San Ysidro.

Āmnah Azhar had refused to be with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī any more.

“You’ve cheated me.” Āmnah Azhar had said immense coldly, “You had expressly told me that you were completely free to marry anyone. Now you are telling me an entirely different story.”

“Āmnah Azhar !”

“Call me, ‘Madam’ from now on.” Āmnah Azhar eyed him scornfully, “Durgesh says we aren’t husband and wife legally. Our marriage is illegal.”

“Please, listen to me, Āmnah Azhar ,”

“You listen to me, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” Āmnah Azhar said bitterly, “You aren’t free to marry anyone. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is still your legally married wife. She has charged you with marrying me illegally. I don’t want any part of it. No illegal action from myself. I’m a law-abiding citizen and I want to remain a law-abiding citizen. I’m not your wife. I don’t want to be your wife, moreover, you two timing double crosser cheat!”

“I see,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said bitterly, “So, who is your new husband now? My Anant Muslimātchod Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, I think.”

I watched him gravely.

“Shame on you, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”

“Shame on me! Shame on me? You are snatching away my wife legally, and shame on me? Not on you?”

“You are crazy,” Āmnah Azhar charged him coldly.

“I’m not crazy. I’m a damnfool.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said coldly, “I thought he loved my still extremely beautiful Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī so much that when she forced him to protect me, he rushed after us to protect us.”

“That’s what exactly he did, you dumbass.” Āmnah Azhar said venomously, “And that’s why I’ve decided to live in Relationship with him from now on.”

“He is sixty-five years old, entire nine years more than twice your own age.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed ironically.

“How do you know?”

“What do you mean?”

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade claim he is thirty five only.”

“Only seven years older than you?”

“That’s right,”

“His knowledge, his experiences, his achievements contradict it. He is the lifelong Chairman of HVSI, an organization that’s the highest power on earth now. None can achieve so much in his thirty five years age.”

“That’s what makes Durgesh unique. He is an extraordinary unique man.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed ironically.

“Join his endless Ħaram if you are adamant to do it,”

“He is capable to protect anyone he decides to. You never respected him, yet he came to protect us because your Ammī wanted him to do it. He loves his women irrespective of anything. It’s a pride to be his woman.”

“Bitch!” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said scornfully.

Āmnah Azhar laughed brutally melodically and kissed me on my lips.

I could not help my immensely natural erection.

Āmnah Azhar laughed grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund and squeezed it appreciatively.

“Thanks for accepting me as your new woman, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

“I can’t refuse anyone,” I smiled, “Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat. ‘Agré Br’hannushasām agnih’ ‘First, great Agni of dawns’.”*

The lights of Tijuana below the far end of the bridge were an aura against which the steady stars for the moment pitted their brilliance in vain.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, now alone in the car, piloted his car down the wide main street and into the parking place where there was opportunity for me to run my car in beside his.

Āmnah Azhar and I got out.

I circled my west arm around the slim waist of Āmnah Azhar , hugged her, kissed her on her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and said,

“Well, here we are. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī and you are now husband and wife once more,”

“Once more!” Āmnah Azhar laughed ironically.

“That’s right,” I smiled.

“And you think I’d be glad on this on and off marriage that it’s once more on?”

“Well?”

Āmnah Azhar grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund once more, exhibiting it to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī expressly what she was doing, and squeezed it meaningfully.

“I’ve already declared my decision. I want to be protected by the selfless protector that rushed to protect my ever cheater ex illegal husband, despite the fact that he hated his protector.”

I looked into her extremely beautiful eyes.

“That’s your final decision?”

“What do you think? Am I foolish enough not to compare you stepfather and stepson with each other? He cheated me even while I married him, and you protect him despite he doesn’t respect you. I can see who the true diamond is and who the bloody glass imitation is only.”

Āmnah Azhar suddenly was on her knees.

She pulled my zip without any ultimatum, brought my excellent Uncut Hindu Lund out, kissed it with immense love, licked it and then swallowed the sixty-five years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān mouth.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was startled.

He watched her dumbfounded.

Āmnah Azhar was sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund now entirely shamelessly.

And it was his honeymoon with her.

What an irony.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said irritably,

“Dammit, tell me what I’m up against.”

“That even I don’t know exactly,” I said gravely, “You should have acted smarter. Right now, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb holds the every trump card against you.”

“She cheated me,”

“You should have been more careful,”

“I understand, now.”

“It is locking the stable after the horse is stolen.”

“I know,”

“I’m going to find out as much as I can.” I said, “The best way to spike Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s scheme on these proxies is to have enough friendly stockholders there in person to control the meeting. A proxy is always revoked when the person who gave it is present at the meeting.”

“I see,”

“That means you’ve got to give me a list of big stockholders who are friendly and I’ve got to phone them.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī shook his head emphatically in negation.

“I’m sorry. That won’t do. You’ve to contact with female stockholders personally and fuck them in bribery. They are crazy to get your Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund inside their Musalmān Choot. They would certainly come with you personally if you fuck them, but…”

“You are sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. What do you think; I don’t know my own stockholders?”

“Yet, you still blame me that I fuck the beautiful Musalmān houseladies and break their otherwise entirely excellent home.” I said ironically, “If your Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī were not my Live in Relationship Partner…”

“I understand.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said guiltily, “I’m sorry. We Pseudo Musalmīn are really communal damnfools. I acknowledge it.”

“I’ve prepared papers for injunction. I’ll file them in court tomorrow morning if I have to. However, getting your friendly stockholders to attend the meeting in person is the best way.”

“They are not friendly actually to me. They are friendly to Ammī actually. Ammī promised them ultimate intimacy with you. If you just fuck them, they’d do anything for you, not for me. Sorry, but that’s the naked truth. Our womankind is shamelessly ravenous for you. That’s why we are jealous of you tremendously. It’s natural. You can’t blame us for our natural reaction.”

“I had detectives scouring the country for you.” I said curtly, “One of them finally located a filling station attendant in La Jolla who remembered your convertible and said you’d been asking about a hotel. I drove down.”

Suddenly, I felt bursting into the beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth of Āmnah Azhar .

She looked at me gratefully and started swallowing my entire Hindu semen.

It was more than she was anticipating.

“She was hungry.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said sarcastically, “I think she has more than enough breakfast now. It paid her to be famished more beneficially.”

Āmnah Azhar smiled at him triumphantly proudly.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī averted his eyes acknowledging his immense defeat.

“You folks start on.” He said, “I want to put the top on the car.”

He unfastened the fastenings that held the cover of the top in place.

Āmnah Azhar suddenly brought her face close to mine and said in a low voice,

“MåshāAllah, SubħānAllah, you are too strong, too resourceful. All my fears have gone from me now.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, “You are my woman now. Leave your every problem to me and forget them for ever.”

“You are just wonderful, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

“You are too wonderful. That was a great blowjob.”

“My pleasure, my master.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī raised the top of the convertible and came to join us.

“There’s a restaurant two doors down.” I told him, “You can find a place to stay here tonight. Tomorrow, you can go on down to Ensenada if you want.”

“When can I come back from Ensenada?”

“Anytime you want to face an illegal marriage charge,” Āmnah Azhar laughed ridiculing Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

“And where does that leave you, smart bitch?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked furiously.

Āmnah Azhar smiled triumphantly.

“Saiyān bhayé kotwāl, ab dar kāhé kā?” she raised her thumb at me, “Ask my lawyer about anything legal that pertains to me.”

“In the United States,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said bitterly, “you still are an interloper irrespective of however much you fuck Durgesh. A correspondent, a mistress, a woman living without legal status, in a state of sin. Here in Mexico only, you are my lawfully wedded wife.”

“Giving a grand blowjob to Durgesh in your very presence, my dear husband.” Āmnah Azhar disgraced him scornfully.

“He sounds as if it’s the damnedest thing for you.” I put my palm on her beautiful buttocks.

“Is it really?” she looked into my eyes.

“Never for my women.” I winked cunningly at her, “I said forget everything, enjoy your honeymoon, not with your husband however, with me, instead.”*

Āmnah Azhar kissed me on my lips and grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund once more thanking me with entire her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān femininity.

I squeezed her excellent perfectly round young plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.

She smiled her thanks at me.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was furious, but not at what Āmnah Azhar was doing to humiliate him.

To his utter surprise, he was enjoying his humiliation more than even Āmnah Azhar was enjoying it herself.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was furious at himself.

Why the hell he never feel humiliated?

When his Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, grabbed Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund Al Nādir Al Ghāzī felt thrilled instead of being humiliated.

He didn’t object why his Ammī is doing it.

Instead, he followed his Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, hiding himself and his activities.

He watched us shamelessly when his Ammī seduced me and ultimately I fucked her in almost entire possible and impossible sex positions.

He was thrilled instead of feeling humiliated.

He kept watching us ever whenever his Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, had sex with me.

He always enjoyed it.

He never felt humiliated.

When his Ammī caught Al Nādir Al Ghāzī watching us having sex, she punished him immediately.

“You pervert, you enjoy watching your Ammī having sex with the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu? Okay, now, lick my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and clean our secretions with your pervert tongue.”

Instead of being humiliated, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī felt immense happiness in obeying his Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī.

He licked and cleaned his Ammī’s excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass both as if they were douched completely.

“Pervert boy,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī rebuked him, “You enjoy cleaning me thus, instead of being humiliated. It wasn’t a punishment to you. You enjoyed it more. It was a reward to you instead.”

“I love Durgesh’s semen to lick,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said boldly, “it’s the ever tastiest thing I ever tasted.”

“What?” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī was startled, “You’ve already tasted Durgesh’s semen before?”

“Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī is already punishing me similarly, Ammī.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī informed Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī politely.

“Allah, this Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī girl, Durgesh, we have to do something of her.”

“Not possible,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled ironically, “Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī has a tighter Pussy than you have and she is providing her Nanads, sisters, cousins and her other immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends to Durgesh to fuck them.”

“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī was immensely furious.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled politely.

“I suggest one thing, Ammī. You yourself have a large number of beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends. They are themselves crazy to fuck Durgesh too. Why not complete with Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī in pleasing Durgesh sexually more and more?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī was dumbfounded at his suggestion.

She didn’t dare to start it, but her own daughter, Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī, started it.

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī had no option except to compete with her own daughter, Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī, her younger version actually.

Durgesh was the plaything of his Ammī and sisters, or his Ammī and sisters were the playthings of Durgesh, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could never decide.

Yet, he always enjoyed them having sex with the ever incredible Durgesh and licked their beautiful Musalmān Cunts and gorgeous Musalmān ass.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was furious on himself that he was dreaming of watching Āmnah Azhar having sex with me and licking her after it completely similarly.

Allah, doesn’t he have any self-respect left even infinitesimal?

Why the hell he enjoys his own humiliation so much?

Nevertheless, he wasn’t alone in enjoying his own humiliation, he knew.

The entire Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, being established by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her Seven Movements and her entire Young Musalmān Lady Brigade consists of the same self-respect less Pseudo Musalmīn.

Moreover, they are increasing in numbers day by day.

Is Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan right?

Innallāh lā yahdī alqawmalfāsiqīn.

I hugged Āmnah Azhar smiling triumphantly.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī understood fully what the hell was happening with him and why.

Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, criminals and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn understood it very well.

Yet, they never wanted to acknowledge it.

Every one of them had their different reasons.

Yet, the outcome was the same ever.

They loved their own humiliation.

Actually, to be more sincere, they were obsessed with it.

The entire Pseudo Musalmīn were paying the cost of Karbala now, ever since Yazīd malåūn lånat ålayhi massacred the true Musalmīn and forced the true Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties to please Hindus sexually to humiliate the Mujāhidāt-e-Islam.

It was a tradition among Pseudo Musalmīn to humiliate the mujahidin-o-Mujāhidāt-e-Islam to massacre the mujahidin and force the true Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties to please Hindus sexually to humiliate the Mujāhidāt-e-Islam.

How the Pseudo Musalmīn could expect Allah will forgive them?

Innallāh lā yahdī alqawmalfāsiqīn.

In fact, Allah guideth not the fāsiqīn, who bring chaos.

I smiled at Āmnah Azhar ,

“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is correct, however, darling. Such are the ramifications, implications, of the International law. When Al Nādir Al Ghāzī goes to the United States, he is married to Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. He is also guilty of illegal marriage, probably. Yet, when you are here in Mexico, you are lawfully wedded to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, and Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is nothing more than an ex-wife who has no legal status.”

“And that’s the most absurd damn thing!” Āmnah Azhar blazed, “I naturally can’t build a big house, with the International Border running through the bedroom.”

“I could have triple beds in the room,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī also laughed, “Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb could be…”

“You bastard,” Āmnah Azhar shouted, “you don’t have any moral right to tease me any more.”

“Yet, I still have the legal right, my dear wife,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled cunningly.

“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, don’t compel me to do something more drastic with you. Wallah, I’d never hesitate. You have done such an injustice with me that…”

“What do the hell more drastic you want to do with me? You’ve already sucked my sixty-five years old Hindu stepfather in my very presence humiliating me tremendously.”

“I can make you to watch Durgesh fuck me and lick me clean of our sexual secretions, you moron.” She shouted.

“Well, that’s nothing new to me.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed challenging Āmnah Azhar , “Ever since my childhood I’m doing it for my sisters, my Ammī, etcetera. It would be more shameful to you, my dear wife, not to me. I dare you. Go ahead.”

Āmnah Azhar was stunned.

She could never expect this amazing revelation from him.”

Allah!

Allah!!

She was dumbfounded.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was not even the slightest ashamed of it.

He had revealed it as if it was a trophy for him instead.

Ultimately, she herself changed the subject frigidly.

“Let’s eat.”

I led the way to the restaurant.

I ordered large, tender steaks.

When they were finished, I suggested,

“There’s a new hotel I know here, the Kħātūn-e-Jannat. Let’s stay there and tomorrow morning you can give me the names of your female stockholders I’ve to fuck…”

“They are not stockholders all of them.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled, “Some of them are the sisters, daughters, and even the beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives of them.”

“What do you mean?”

“They have immense hold on my stockholders. If they want my stockholders to be present in person somewhere, my stockholders are entirely incapable to refuse them.”

“You too go with Durgesh.” Āmnah Azhar suggested sarcastically, “After all, who will lick their Musalmān Cunts and gorgeous plump Musalmān ass of the secretions after Durgesh would fuck them to bring your stockholders to the meeting?”

To her sheer surprise, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī beamed to the idea.

“That’s the superb idea. If Dad hasn’t any objection…”

“Stop it!” I said angrily, “You two! Stop humiliating each other.”

“Noooooooooooooo!” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said, “Āmnah Azhar , my new Ammī, has really hit the bull’s eye. It would make them personally grateful to me too. I insist on it.”

Āmnah Azhar and I looked at each other.

“I’ll be damned,” Āmnah Azhar said defeated as if, ultimately.

Chapter 16

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 14

Posted: November 21, 2014 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Seven Movements, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Young Musalmān lady Brigade | Leave a comment

Chapter 14

Poor Al Nādir Al Ghāzī

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī stood on the porch of the Al Madīnah Hotel, looking out over the path that the moonlight made in the waters of the Pacific Ocean.

Āmnah Azhar stood beside him.

She was almost fed up of her ever abnormal husband, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

He licked her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass almost always, almost never paying any attention to have normal coupling with her.

Āmnah Azhar was dying now to have an excellent male sexual organ inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Yes, she was proud of her excellent Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass too that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī so obsessed with licking them usually.

It was a matter of immense pride for Āmnah Azhar.

No doubt.

Nevertheless, Āmnah Azhar wasn’t an abnormal woman as Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was.

She needed normal lovemaking too very much.

Alas, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never tried to understand her needs.

“Āmnah Azhar, darling,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said enthusiastically, “this is something like…”

“Yes, dear.”

“We’re embarking on a perpetual, continuous, honeymoon. Do you love me, darling?”

“Of course, although your tongue serve me more than your cut Musalmān noonī.”

“Hey, you teaser. You knew it before marrying me even, didn’t you? You said you love it. Proud of it, instead.”

“Sure, but I thought you were a normal man too.”

“What do you mean? I’m a bisexual, a gay?”

“I don’t know.” Āmnah Azhar teased her husband mischievously.

“Well,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed, “I’m still proud of having your beautiful excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass forever in my possession. I’ll die to keep them in my possession forever.”

“Thank you very much;” Āmnah Azhar cooed diplomatically, “I’m very proud of you that you lick both of them almost always. Yet, being a normal woman I need normal sex too.”

“How about my normal sex champion Hindu stepfather, Durgesh? Would you mind to have his unique utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund inside your ever craving Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?”

Āmnah Azhar laughed.

“Now, you are teasing me,”

“Allah, certainly not! Fuck the ever sexiest Hindu old boy whenever you want to. He is ever crazy to fuck used beautiful Musalmān houseladies. He feels some sort of proud in it even that he satisfies the ravenous Musalmān houseladies sexually optimum their Musalmān husbands couldn’t.”

“You’d die of shame,” Āmnah Azhar teased Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

“Never, I’ve enjoyed you as much as I wanted to already. Now, let the Hindu damnfool satisfy himself using the remnant of us proud Musalmīn. That’s what Hindus love to enjoy. They lack the manly vigor that’s necessary to enjoy a virgin Musalmān Beauty.”

“Well, Durgesh enjoys the virgin Musalmān Beauties too in a very large number I think. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Seven Movements are adamant to have Durgesh the virgin Musalmān Beauties too as many as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade could manage to.”

“Sweetheart, look at me. You keep looking out at the ocean.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī complained less and begged more.

Until now, it had been clear to him that he didn’t have anything a beautiful woman would be interested in ever.

He deliberately engaged himself in acquiring millions.

He knew his millions could attract even the most beautiful women to him.

Of course, they would never be loyal to him.

Yet, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never needed the loyalty of beautiful women.

He knew very well that he wasn’t a normal man.

“We are the normal men,” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr had always disagreed with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, “yet, we are the special one.”

“How?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked sarcastically.

“We are following the order of Al Qur’an Al Karīm, ‘Fa qatulū almusharikīn’ at every cost. Even our manhood is being affected negatively. It is the last thing a man can sacrifice Fī sabīlillāh.”

“You are right,”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t damnfool enough to oppose a philosophy that enhanced his self-confidence and supremacy on the rest of the humanity.

He never bothered about its truth or fallacy.

Why the hell should he?

Āmnah Azhar turned to him with a complacent, satisfied, indulgent, permissive smile.

“Say something,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said.

“What?”

“You know what. Say ‘I love you’.”

“Of course I love you, even more than I love Durgesh.”

“What the hell!”

“That’s the sheer truth, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” Āmnah Azhar said bitterly, “I love you more because I know Durgesh would never lick my Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass, no matter however much he loves them. You tongue fuck them. You finger fuck them if it’s needed for your tongue to probe them. Durgesh would only kiss them. However, you can’t fuck me with your cut Musalmān noonī in my vagina and ass, as Durgesh can. I need Durgesh for it.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had, as if fallen, from seventh sky.

He was only kidding his twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife when he was talking of my Uncut Hindu Lund penetrating her young Musalmān Choot.

He never really meant it.

Yet, now he knew even his present twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife was dreaming of the sixty five years old ever young Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.

She wasn’t ashamed of it that she was his stepdaughter in law.

Obviously, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot needed my Uncut Hindu Lund more than her ethics.

“You are becoming sophomoric, immature, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” Āmnah Azhar laughed melodically.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī controlled his rising anger.

How unashamed of her!

She had shamelessly told him that she prefers Durgesh on him, despite the fact that Durgesh was sixty-five years old while he was still young.

Yes, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never fucked her with his cut Musalmān noonī to her immense satisfaction; nevertheless, what he had provided to Āmnah Azhar was itself not less important sexually.

“Darling,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said, “why don’t you feel the romance? Why don’t you feel the charm of our surroundings? Here we are away from business. No one knows where we are. We are all alone, out here, standing on the brink…”

“I’m hungry,” Āmnah Azhar broke in.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed.

“All right, I’ll feed you. Only I don’t feel that I want to share you with anyone tonight. Let’s have something served on our room.”

“Nonsense! It’s terrible down here. They don’t have the facilities for room service that they have in the bigger hotels, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Let’s go out and get a good hot steak with some shoestring potatoes and French fried onions. There’s a very nice restaurant back at the center of town. I noticed it when we came through. I’ve eaten there before.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had to surrender now.

“Very well, if you want it that way. I had hoped we could have dinner on our private balcony, looking out over the water.”

“You are only an impotent, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, not a damnfool. Impotence creates sexual incapacity only, not stupidity ever. I’ve known so many terrorists, criminals and criminal minded Musalmīn. Almost all of them were suffering from cancer, AIDS, other incurable diseases and impotence, either complete or partial, psychological at least. Yet they were not damnfools.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī couldn’t digest it.

Yet, he knew it was true.

He could not contradict Āmnah Azhar effectively.

He felt his face reddened out of immense shame, disgrace and helplessness.

“With the moisture creeping in and getting the wave out of my hair, we can enjoy our dinner on our private balcony looking out over the water?” Āmnah Azhar ridiculed Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, “There’s almost a fog.”

Āmnah Azhar ’s laughter was light and all but impatient.

“Come, come, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. You are getting altogether too romantic. You aren’t thinking of me even a bit. It leaves me tremendously ravenous for your Hindu stepfather, Durgesh. You can’t provide his wonderful Uncut Hindu Lund to me here when all your kissing, licking and tongue fucking turns me crazy for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund. Let’s have a cocktail and a steak. Shall we go now?”

“Okay, just as you say, Āmnah Azhar, darling. How about your hair? Shall we put the top of the car up?”

“Stupid, no! We’ll leave it down. I like it better that way. I’ll tie a scarf around my hair.”

They descended the stairs to the lobby, crossed the lobby to the parking lot where Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had left his big convertible.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī walked around the car, held the door open for his immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Āmnah Azhar , then walked all the way around the long hood to the door by the driver’s seat.

“I’m famished,” Āmnah Azhar said, “Please hurry.”

“Yes, Āmnah Azhar , dear, we’ll be on our way.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled politely, “You’re sure you don’t want the top up?”

“Certainly not. It’s all right this way.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī started the car.

The motor purred a smooth rhythm of easy power.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī backed the car out of the parking place.

He spun it around, made a perfunctory at the edge of the highway, waited for a break in traffic, then slipped the clutch back in.

The car shot ahead like an arrow, swept into a turn and gathered speed as it headed down the highway.

They drove to the café.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī parked his car, got out and hurried around behind the car to open the door on his beautiful wife’s side.

Alas, he was incapable to enjoy her entire Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.

She was craving for a sixty-five years old Hindu, Durgesh.

Isn’t he entire thirty-eight years older than she is?

Isn’t he old enough to be her own father himself?

Yet, Durgesh never looked his own age.

He always seemed to be anywhere between twenty-eight and thirty-five.

Never more than that.

Even Al Nādir Al Ghāzī himself looked older than his ever-wonderful Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, did.

Does Stavan really do this miracle as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade claimed?

But they claimed something more too.

Nonsense!

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Āmnah Azhar his hand.

She put her own hand lightly in it, jumped to the ground with a swirl of skirts.

Tires sounded a screaming protest as a motorist braked his big, heavy car to a sudden stop.

They turned around, and Āmnah Azhar regarded with awakening interest the medium sized man sliding out from behind the steering wheel of the convertible machine with its top up and striding across toward them.

“Allah, no! It’s Durgesh, my Hindu stepfather. Damn it.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī retorted.

“That’s right!” Āmnah Azhar laughed melodiously, “What a pleasant surprise. Isn’t it?”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī groaned.

It wasn’t good.

Āmnah Azhar was ravenous for Durgesh already.

Allah, he should never have kidded her.

Has he to see now Āmnah Azhar fucking Durgesh herself?

How the hell Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could stop it?

Once with Durgesh

All the rest is trash

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī would go in trash once Āmnah Azhar tasted Durgesh’s ever miraculous Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I went toward them gravely.

“I’ve had the devil of a time finding you, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. A twenty four hour search.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī drew up with dignity.

“Darling, you’ve already seen my stepfather, Durgesh, I think.”

Āmnah Azhar smiled seductively.

“Hello,”

I smiled at her acknowledging her respect to me and addressed Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

“I must see you alone, and at once.”

“The reason you had the devil of a time finding me, Dad,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said somewhat coldly, “is that I didn’t want to be found.”

“So I gathered.” I said more brutally, “Now if you don’t want to be told how stupid you’ve behaved in immensely important legal matters, in front of your own wife, you can excuse yourself from her for five minutes. Otherwise, I’d never mind in telling you in her very presence how stupidly you’ve spoiled everything legally. Damn you.”

“I’m not interested in business at the moment, Dad, please! Yet if you insist to say anything it can be said now and here.”

“Very well. When’s your stockholders’ meeting anyway?”

“Tomorrow at two o’clock in the afternoon. I shall be there, Dad. No doubt.”

“You have enough proxies to control that meeting?”*

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī groaned.

“Allah, if Ammī rushed you here being worried about it…”

“You have enough proxies to control that meeting?” I repeated my question gravely.

“Of course I have. Allah, Dad, this is not the time to talk business. Ammī is over worried always, I say. Your car is blocking traffic however…”

“Your wife has sent out a flock of proxies in her own name. Remember her initials are also A.J.A.V.”

“His former wife,” Āmnah Azhar smiled mockingly.

“There seems to be some question about that too,” I said coldly, “Get back in your car, you smart birds. You are going to Mexico.”

“I’m going to have a dry martini and a steak,” Āmnah Azhar said.

“We’re dining tête-à-tête,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī explained.

Āmnah Azhar smiled,

“Oh, come, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Let your ‘Dad’ join us. He can talk while we eat.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī shook his head,

“I’m in no mood to discuss business tonight.”

I said curtly,

“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has sent out proxies made out in the name of A.J.A.V. Al Ghāzī, holder of the Certificate of Stock number 786. She may have enough proxies to give her complete control of the meeting.”

“But she can’t.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said furiously, “I have my proxies.”

I laughed ironically,

“That were superseded by her later ones. She took good care to see that hers went out after yours had been returned. The proxies contain a clause that all prior proxies are revoked. You haven’t thought of it ever. Had you?”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was crestfallen.

“Allah, no, never. She will ruin me.”

“Well, she is not going to ruin my dinner,” Āmnah Azhar snapped.

“That’s not the end of it furthermore,” I smiled ironically, “in order to make certain that you won’t be at that stockholders’ meeting tomorrow, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has gone to the district attorney’s office and sworn to a complaint charging you with an illegal marriage. They are trying to arrest you right now. Apparently Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb…”

“Dad, lillah, please, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī interrupted, “Don’t discuss that matter now!”

“That’s why I warned you earlier to excuse yourself for five minutes in private. You declined it without much thought.”

“I’m sorry. I underestimated your decision. I thought Ammī forced you to come here because she was over worried as usual. I’ll be damned.”

“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī,” I said bitterly, “you never respected me because you thought I broke your Abbū’s home. You always refused to believe it was your Ammī’s decision to live in Relationship with me, not mine. I could not throw her out for she loved me. I’ve been scouring the state for you for the last twenty-four hours. I wasn’t doing that just for fun, understand?”

Āmnah Azhar bristled.

“What’s that about the illegality of our marriage, Durgesh?”*

I looked at her gravely.

“You may as well face the fact. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, you may run away from business, yet there are other things you can’t run away from. This is an issue you’re going to have to face and face fast.”

“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī,” Āmnah Azhar said coldly, “do you mean there’s any question about the validity of our marriage?”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī looked uncomfortably at me.

“I’ll give the facts to you straight from the shoulder.” I said profoundly, “There’s all sorts of doubt about the validity of your marriage. In all probability, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is the only one who has any real claim to being Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s wife.”

“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, you bastard,” Āmnah Azhar said ice coldly, “you told me that Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb had divorced you.”

“I thought she had.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī groaned.

“Thought!” Āmnah Azhar exclaimed, “Why, of all the…”

“Just a minute,” I told them curtly, “Raising your voice isn’t going to help matters any, neither it is a place for recriminations. I’m going to move my car. I suggest that you follow me. I may be able to help you.”

“How?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked.

“Let’s go to your hotel. You can get a bite to eat there, if you have to have it before you start for Mexico. Get your bags packed, throw them in the car and get started for the border.”

“Border?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked.

“You were divorced in Mexico.” I said.

“So what?”

I grinned,

“Your Mexican divorcé may not be recognized in California, here. Your Mexican marriage would be valid only in the event that the divorcé was valid. But in Mexico, since you have a Mexican divorcé and a legal marriage thereafter, you are husband and wife.”

There was a moment of silence.

Then, Āmnah Azhar said,

“Well, don’t stand there like a dumbbell, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Can’t you realize what us beautiful Musalmān houseladies’ Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā is saying? Get that car backed out of the parking place. Let’s get to the hotel, get our bags and get the hell out of here, fast!”

Chapter 15

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 13

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Chapter 13

Durgesh Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī

Al Rizwānah Assultān smiled seductively at me.
“Unless you are representing Al Nādir Al Ghāzī in the Corporation too, I have to watch myself carefully how and upto what extent I can provide you the information concerned.”
“I want to know who holds Certificate Number 786 in the Corporation.”
“I can’t tell you that, offhand, you can understand that.”
“When’s your stockholders’ meeting?”
“Day after tomorrow.”
“What time?”
“Two o’clock.”
“It’s a regular annual meeting?”
“Sure,”
“What are the provisions in the bylaws about proxy voting, if any?”
“Naturally, I believe the provisions confirm to the state law. However, to be exact I have to consult the record. I can’t recall everything offhand exactly, naturally.”
“The media section also belongs to the Corporation?”
“Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”
“Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“It’s given to Ma’am Al Jihad Al Vaqār.”
“Not to Ma’am Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb?”
“No,”
“It hasn’t been transferred fully to Madam Al Jihad Al Vaqār?”
“There are some legal problems. Your law firm HVS Law Internationals is itself handling it. Your associate advocate Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī is the in charge I believe,”
“Al Jihad Al Vaqār holds a lot of proxies with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s confirmation?”
“I believe so, yes.”
“How many?”
“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to discuss the affairs of the Corporation, Sir. I’m not authorized to disclose such information about the Corporation, even if you represent the Corporation itself.”
“Who is authorized?” I smiled, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī himself only?”
Al Rizwānah Assultān herself smiled teasingly now,
“Sir, I’m afraid your stepson, Mr. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is not an officer of the company.”
“I know. Who is the President, anyway, if Al Nādir Al Ghāzī isn’t?”
“Madam Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, your own Live in Relationship Partner”*

Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb squeezed my Hindu Penis fully embedded into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, changed position on my nude Hindu male lap, took hold of her mobile and punched the number of the district attorney,
“May I get Mr. District Attorney, please? Isn’t this his personal number?”
She listened to what was said from other side.
Then she said,
“I want the complaint division, if you please,”
After another moment, she said,
“This is Mrs. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Ghāzī talking. I’m a wife of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. According to Muslim Personal Law 1937 a Musalmān can have only four wives at a time. My ever-erring husband has now a fifth wife without divorcing any of us four duly married wives according to Sharīåt-e-Muħammadīs. He is openly living with that woman illegally. He has deserted me and gone through the formality of an invalid, fraudulent and entirely spurious Mexican divorce. I desire to swear a complaint against Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, charging him with illegal marriage. Could you give me an appointment for some time tomorrow morning?”
There was a moment’s silence, and then she smiled and said,
“I am aware that you would prefer not to stir up the question of these Mexican divorces. As it happens, rather I am the one who is stirring it up. I insist upon swearing to a complaint charging my husband with illegal marriage. What time may I have an appointment, please?”
Again she listened, smiled and then said,
“Ten-fifteen? Thank you very much. And for whom shall I ask?… Yes, Mr. Gajānan, yes. The deputy in the complaint department, yes. Thank you very much. At ten-fifteen promptly I’ll be there.”
She disconnected her mobile and looked at me.
“The terrorist bastard has to run away now to save his own skin, instead of planning any terrorist attack on anyone.”
I smiled.
“Locking the stable after the horse is stolen.”
“What do you mean?”
“Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī is a dangerous antagonist for you.”
“Your associate advocate in your international law firm, HVS Law Internationals?”
“You know her already.”
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb kept herself moving up and down on my rock hard upstanding Uncut Hindu Penis.
“She can’t change his illegal marriage into a legal one. Can she, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?”
I grabbed her slim waist, playing every now and then with her beautiful nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī calls Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī ‘Bājī’, kisses her feet with ardent devotion and licks her Musalmān Cunt and her Musalmān ass too, after I fuck Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.”
“What a perfect younger brother,” Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb laughed, “that’s what these terrorist bastard Pseudo Musalmīn deserve everywhere.”
Her voice was full of intense venom for Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.*

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī’s eyes lit up when my Uncut Hindu Penis penetrated her entirely once again.
“Sorry, I couldn’t come earlier, Durgesh. Yet I had to check up on a couple of things before I came down to talk with you. Frankly, Durgesh, the situation is incredible.”
“What’s wrong with it, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī?”
“It’s incredible, absolutely incredible. Things are in a hell of a shape.” She pushed her extremely beautiful gorgeous nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my nude male Hindu lap, swallowing my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into her still tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I couldn’t believe she had really her own children.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed it’s due to their five times a day offering Salwāt.
It constricted the vaginas of them and expanded their beautiful female buttocks splendidly five times a day.
However, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed so many things more.
She claimed that the Stavan of Hindus similarly strengthened their male genital organ.
Everyone knew she claimed it strategically to establish her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Except the ever horniest Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of her Seven Movements, and their ever biased Hindu male lovers, none else believed such nonsense.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī knew however, that countless Pseudo Musalmīn did too suspect that it was true.
The ever-superstitious damnfools.
“Tell me about it.” I said.
“Well, now, the setup of the ‘Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah’ media empire and Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company is a little peculiar, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I can’t go into details but Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has successfully deceived his stockholders that he is the big shot, not I. He made them believe that only for legal purposes Al Nādir Al Ghāzī strategically keeps in the background himself. On the ‘advice of counsel’, he’s keeping out of Board of Directors and doesn’t hold any elective office, deliberately, strategically, cunningly. Because of certain deals with a partnership, his interests in that are perfectly all right as long as he’s only a stockholder. His such interests in that partnership might only be questioned legally if he were a Director.”
I nodded fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī fiercely.
Virtually, actually, she was the President of Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company legally.
It suited Al Nādir Al Ghāzī too, because in this way he could have property in Ved Nagar even, the ever-mysterious City State.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī went on.
“He has successfully spread the strategic rumors that all of us are actually his persons, working for him actually, not for ourselves.”

“Dummies for Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?” I smiled sarcastically.

“That’s right.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī suddenly remembered how Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had ridiculed my attention to my ex stepdaughters in law.

“Why do you think you are responsible for anything your Musalmān stepsons do to your Musalmān ex daughters in law, Dad?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī’s eyes lit up as her ever-arrogant son, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, called me ‘Dad’.

There were numerous Musalmān stepsons of mine who didn’t even call me ‘Dad’.

They preferred to call me ‘Mr. Durgesh’ instead.

I watched him gravely.

“A father is supposed to give some sacraments to his sons, my son.”

“How could you do that? You haven’t fathered us, your Musalmān stepsons, exactly.”

“Sure, nevertheless, when your Ammīs honored me with their Live in Relationship with me, their children too became related to me, at least somewhat, if not entirely.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled quite amused.

“That’s very nice of you. Yet, you know very well none of us ever approved of what our Ammīs did.”

“That’s your personal matter with your Ammīs. You want me to intervene?”

“Certainly not.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī controlled himself, “Yet you never stopped taking interest in our wives, even when we divorced them.”

“And why should you have any objection to that? Once you’ve divorced them why should you’ve any interest in their whereabouts?”

“Well, they are our ex wives, aren’t they?”

“So what? Once divorced they can live in Relationship with anyone they decide.”

“You aren’t anyone you know.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī retorted, “They deliberately choose you on us despite we are more perfect for them according to our age.”

“Then why do you divorcé them?”

“A person loses interest in the same dish daily even if it was the best for him/her when s/he first wanted the other.”

“That’s the difference between our reasoning. I don’t think they are dishes only.”

“I know you Hindus hate divorces.”

“Any objection?”

“Nothing. In the present legal system of Democracy, every adult is free to do anything s/he damn pleases.”

“You don’t like it. Don’t you?”

“I hate when my ex wives claim they are happier with you than they were with me.”

“I can understand that. Yet it’s their own judgment. They naturally compare their present life partner with their ex life partner. If they find me better, why it’s bothering you? Let them feel anything whatsoever.”*

I watched Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī fucking her vigorously.

I knew she loved Al Nādir Al Ghāzī to the extent to help him in business, at least.

Despite the fact that she had acknowledged Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had spread rumors successfully that they all were his persons only, actually.

“After I telephoned you, you delayed coming to me. You were talking with Al Rizwānah Assultān?”

“Exactly. I know you are busy almost ever in defending us Musalmān houseladies from our ever inhuman Pseudo Musalmān mankind. There’s no use taking up your time talking about something unless I knew about it myself entirely. I wanted to find out everything I could.”

“What did you find out?”

“That woman! My ex daughter in law! That Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb! She’s smart, Durgesh. She’s smart as a whip!”

“Exactly what she’s done?” I penetrated her once more fiercely.

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī enjoyed my violent Hindu penetration of her still tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt very much, squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund with her vaginal muscles gratefully and thanked me with her immensely indebted eyes.

“Well, we sent out proxies in the usual form, made out to A.J.A.V. Al Ghāzī. I’m damned if Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb didn’t send out other proxies made out to ‘A.J.A.V. Al Ghāzī, holder of Certificate of Stock 786.’ Well, you’ve guessed it, Durgesh. Certificate of Stock number 786 was made out to Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb four years ago when she and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī were all hunky-dory and everything was sitting pretty.”

“What happened to the original proxies?” I kept fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī ferociously more and more.

She loved it very much.

The more ferociously I fucked Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī the more was she proud of her excellent golden hair and her immense Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.

“They are all in order, all right.” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī said, “They are filed in alphabetical order, just as neat as a pin. You’ve met Al Rizwānah Assultān. You know how she goes about it, filing ’em all in order with cross references to the stock ledger and all that.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī smiled triumphantly squeezing my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot more and more gratefully, impishly.

She knew very well how to please me.

Every beautiful Musalmān houselady knew, she thought.

That’s why beautiful Musalmān houseladies have always defeated the Christian houseladies, the Jew houseladies, the Persian houseladies and even the Brāhmañ houseladies in wooing Durgesh.

It was the time almost every beautiful houselady was wooing Durgesh entirely unashamed of herself.

Durgesh was the perfect man every woman needed to possess.

“Nevertheless,” I said enjoying her offerings very much, “it would certainly seem to me that someone would have realized the situation when these other proxies began to come in. Certainly, Al Rizwānah Assultān must have known that she hadn’t sent those proxies out, and when a new proxy, made to ‘A.J.A.V. Al Ghāzī, holder of Certificate of Stock 786’, came in, you’d certainly think Al Rizwānah Assultān would have checked up on it.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī surrendered.

She couldn’t argue in protection of Al Rizwānah Assultān with me any more.

“You would, for a fact. However, the funny part of it is that Al Rizwānah Assultān doesn’t know when those proxies came in. They are there all right; they are signed, all right, and they are filed neatly, in apple pie order. Nevertheless, they must have come in all at once and some filing clerk did the job. Al Rizwānah Assultān swears they never went across her desk. She says she would have known about them if they had.”

“You believe Al Rizwānah Assultān?”

“I believe Al Rizwānah Assultān, yes.”

“And the Stockholders’ meeting is day after tomorrow?”

“That’s right. Moreover, I don’t mind telling you, my love, there’s hell to pay. We can’t get hold of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. He’s off on a second honeymoon with his new extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Āmnah Azhar. All wrapped up in his new Musalmān redhead of his. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, my damnfool son, doesn’t want anyone to know where he is. Doesn’t want to be disturbed by business. And he is faced with the loss of his whole company! I’m worried. I’m frightened.”

“What will happen if Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb gets the control?” I asked gravely, fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī now more fervently.

Trying to keep her mind on positive track still now, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī herself was fucking me now wildly.

“What will happen? Allah, don’t tell me you don’t know Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. You fuck her too. She is herself your Live in Relationship partner now. When she was with us she quarreled with me I didn’t pay proper attention in upbringing my son, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. She accused me of being dedicated to my own sex life more than to upbringing my son more painstakingly. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will have the books audited. She will shake down this, that and the other. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will put her own Board of Directors. She will sue the Ghāzī partnership for fraud on a couple of deals that haven’t panned out so well. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will call the Income Tax People and point out certain things that we’ve keeping covered up. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will wreck the whole damn business. She’d collapse the whole house of cards!”

Now, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī was fucking me furiously, wildly, as if she couldn’t survive without fucking me utterly.

“I see,” I said keeping my mind cool and active profoundly, instead of only enjoying her wildfire sexual activities, “Has Al Rizwānah Assultān checked with any of the filing clerks, to see who filed those other proxies?”

“Well, in a quiet sort of a way, Al Rizwānah Assultān is snooping around. She doesn’t want any of the help to know that anything’s wrong. She is asking a few guarded questions.”

“You think there are some skeletons in the closet of the Ghāzī Company?”

“Well, now,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī hedged, “I’m trying to use my best judgment. Yet, I think I’ve told you every damn thing I can.”

“You are a heavy stockholder in the company, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī?” I asked smiling as if it wasn’t any important thing at all.

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī grinned,

“Don’t make any mistake about me, my Hindu love, I hold the major share of stock in the company, far more than enough to qualify for the Board of Directors and be President. The Salary is the highest and the duties of office consist mostly in signing my name and furnishing entertainment for the visiting firewomen. Wallah, none of them needs more entertainment if you are once available to everyone of them.”

I smiled.

“You don’t happen to have anyone working in your stenographic department by the name of Al Qāsim, do you?”

“Allah, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I wouldn’t know. I don’t think so. We keep a few girls busy, well, too many if you want me to tell you the truth.”

“This one is a girl about twenty eight or twenty nine, long legged, slim waisted, heavy plump big buttocks perfectly round, firm, immensely beautiful, with steady, slate gray eyes, fine blonde hair, and…”

“Stop it!” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī groaned, “You are making me jealous of the girl.”

“You know her?” I asked insistently.

“Allah, no! Why are you so interested in her? You have more beautiful girls crowding around you already.”

“If you have to do quite a bit of entertaining you perhaps have a list of young women who can be called in as partners, as you provide me to your female stockholders.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī smiled.

“For you? Sure. You have infinite sexual lust for us beautiful Musalmān houseladies. The more you fuck us the more you lust to fuck us. Incredible, yet true. I need them to satisfy you sexually. Yes. I haven’t another option to keep you in order. Have I?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī chuckled.

I smiled.

“Perhaps this girl’s name and address are in your little green notebook. Perhaps she is available for dinner dates, or a dancing partner?”

“Could be.” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī teased me.

“You don’t remember her?”

“Even if I remember her, I am not crazy enough to tell you. I’m enjoying you myself very much and I don’t want you to leave me in the middle to fuck her.”

“Nonsense!”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī smiled.

“Fuck me, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. At present only Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī is available to you.”

“If you know of any way to get in touch with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, you’d better go to work on that angle.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī looked glum.

“And in the meantime,” I went on, “you’d better investigate your own organization and see if you can’t find who filed those new proxies.”

“I’d give a lot to know that one,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī said, “It looks to me that someone is double crossing us.”

Chapter 14
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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 12

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Chapter 12

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was, I decided now, in the late twenties.
Evidently, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was a young woman that knew her way around.
Yet, there was nothing hard about her.
She seemed as naturally naïve and as spontaneous with her friendship as a young puppy, anxious to make friends with everyone in a joyful world.
Yet, I knew very well that it was her well decided, well thought out, and deliberately preplanned presentation of herself.
Nevertheless, what was wrong in that?
Everyone has a right to present to others in any manner whatsoever s/he damn pleases.
Doesn’t s/he?
“Where were you, may I ask, on the afternoon of the third, day before yesterday?” I asked casually.
“Allah, good heavens,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās laughed throatily.
“Where were you?” I smiled.
“Allah, are you really serious?”
“Is there anything secret you can’t tell me?”
“Durgesh, I don’t want to lie to you while we are making love and on the other hand I can’t give you the information without permission from my friend I was with.”
“I see,”
“Give me some time to get her permission, please!”
“Okay,” I smiled, “no problem. Let me put it another way. Were you near the intersection of Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue and Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive?”
“On the third?”
“On the third.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās shook her beautiful head slowly.
“I don’t think I was. What’s the matter, however?”
“Well, I’ve been reported that you were with some equally beautiful lady as you are in a green colored Mercedes. You had had a flat tire and had pulled into the curb to fix it. There was an accident on the intersection just as you were getting ready to drive away and you noticed something about the car, or about one of the cars that had been in the accident. It was a green Mercedes itself.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was shaking her head vigorously now.
“Durgesh darling, I’m quite certain there’s some mistake somewhat. At the moment I certainly can’t recall or tell you where I was. Nevertheless, I do know very definitely that I haven’t seen any accident within the past few weeks. I can’t disclose my friend’s name without her permission but I assure you I wasn’t riding in any car that had a punctured tire. Naturally. You don’t think I’d forget even that.”
“Sure Sweetheart,” I smiled, “I agree with you,”
“What’s the matter, however, if I may ask?”
“Oh sure, my company, HVS Law Internationals, is representing the occupants of the car that was hit. There was a young man, Ħafïz Iftikħār, a chap twenty two years old who has a broken hip. We hope it will heal up all right so he won’t be crippled. Nevertheless, it’s a serious injury, and it’s certainly going to take some time, even with the best of cure, before he can…”
“Oh, that’s too bad!” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās interrupted me, “I know your client however,”
“Really?” I was surprised.
“Ħafïz Iftikħār has a very beautiful sister, Ħāfizah Iftikħār. You are representing Ħafïz Iftikħār because Ħāfizah Iftikħār is your very intimate friend, isn’t it? As intimate as myself now,”
I smiled,
“You know Ħāfizah Iftikħār?”
“Sure, she even shares her intimate sessions with you with me,”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! You ladies! You share even these intimacies with each other? We men never.”
“We Musalmān houseladies respect and admire you tremendously,”
“Nonsense, you Musalmān houseladies call me Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Don’t you?” I smiled.
“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās corrected me, “It’s our admiration for you. You know what we need actually and you give us that.”
“Sex?”
“Yes, but not sex alone. Love, intimacy, faithfulness, protection, money, joy, happiness, and what not?Actually you are our real husband, Durgesh darling, not those who are married with us unfortunately,”
“Thank you. I’m really honored tremendously,”
“We feel actually entirely opposite it,” she smiled, “I’ve followed many of your court cases. I think you’re ─well, not only brilliant, magnetic and powerful, especially for us Musalmān houseladies those were suffering from immense injustice of our Pseudo Musalmīn mankind and Pseudo Musalmān society but also willing to stand and fight for the underdog even if he were a Pseudo Musalmān. I admire that enormously.”
“Thank you. That’s certainly gratifying.” I said, “I try to do the best I can when I’m working on a case.”
“Having such a famous personage sharing ultimate intimacy with me in my own apartment is a little too much of a thrill for me. I don’t suppose you understand but I’m as nervous as can be. This is something I can’t forget my entire life.”
“I take it you’re not working at any regular job.” I smiled enjoying her tremendous wild animal thrusts nonstop constantly swallowing my entire sixty five years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Prick into her extremely beautiful extremely tight only twenty five plus young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
It was more than obvious she was extremely ravenous and unashamed of it that it was our first time yet she was taking utmost advantage of it.
My lust to fuck her was increasing nonstop itself with her every thrust.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was crazy for me and now I too myself wanted to see how longer more she wanted to fuck me.
I was playing with her plump gorgeous Musalmān buttocks and boobs alternatively.
My penis was growing into her constantly in length and thickness both.
It was perhaps the unique quality of my penis that made women crazy to fuck me again and again, once they had fucked me.
Once with Durgesh
All the rest is trash
That was what they used to say.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās sighed.
“Unfortunately, most of us once married Musalmān houseladies are suffering from the same tragedy.”
“Tragedy?”
“I’m divorced, on allowance. They permit our Pseudo Musalmān mankind to say ‘Talāq, Talāq, Talāq’ three times and we poor Musalmān houseladies are divorced immediately. Even your Dr. Bhīmrāo Ambedkar has written in his famous book, ‘Pakistan, or, the Partition of India’ that a Musalmān woman is the most unfortunate woman of entire womankind.”
“I’m sorry.” I impaled her beautiful eyes with mine, “I didn’t know. Alimony?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly averted her glance, then suddenly turned defiant eyes back to mine,
“Anything wrong with that?”*

I replied furiously,
“Certainly not. I never said that.”
“Does it make any difference in the matter you’re investigating?”
I smiled,
“A nice way of asking me if it’s any of my business?”
“Sorry. Actually, I was just wondering whether you were investigating me and this story about the automobile accident was something to sort of pave the way.”
“Is there anything about you are afraid of investigating?”
“My ex-husband is trying to reduce my alimony.”
“I see.”
“Has he retained you, by the way?”
“To investigate you?”
“Well?”
“No. I’m interested in you because I’m trying to uncover witnesses to that automobile accident.”
“Even now?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked in my eyes meaningfully.
“Hell, never. Now I’m interested in you to keep fucking you more than in anything else.”
She laughed.
“Thanks for honoring my offer.”
“I think you’ve honored me rather. Moreover, the erring Musalmān husband don’t think me appropriate to investigate their wives. My reputation is that mostly I change my clients after meeting beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
She laughed.
“How lucky we Musalmān houseladies are!”
“I enjoy you beautiful Musalmān houseladies more,” I laughed cunningly, “Never underestimate me. I hate to remain in loss. Ever.”
“So do us beautiful Musalmān houseladies,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās winked at me lewdly.
We both kissed each other passionately keeping my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely vanished into her tight young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“I’m quite certain I wasn’t at the Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue, and what was that other street?”
“Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive.”
“I know where Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue is, but I don’t even know where Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive is, Durgesh darling,”
“You own a car?”
“Sure,”
“What color?”
“Hey, how did you happen to come here in the first place to honor me in this way?”
“Sanmukh hohi jīv mohi jabhīn,
Janmkoŧi agh nāshahin tabhīn.’
“What does it mean?”
“I can’t divulge the source of my information. However, I have reason to believe you might be the person I was looking for. You certainly answer the description.”
“Nevertheless, you can’t tell me how you got my description, who gave it to you?”
“S/he can be my client. It might be a privileged communication between a client and his/her attorney. Even the Supreme Court doesn’t has any right to make me divulge it.”
“I see. However, do you believe in fate, Durgesh darling?”
“Certainly not. I believe in ‘Kurvannévéh karmāñi jijīvishechchhatagvong samāh, évam tvayi nānyathéto’sti n’ karm lipyaté naré.’”
“Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun what the heck are you telling.”
“It’s the second Mantr of Yajurved, Adhyāý 40. It means fate is nothing but only the result of our actions. Since we are free to act in any manner we damn please, we ourselves make our fate knowingly or unknowingly.”
“Allah, are you an atheist?”
“Certainly not,”
“Then why the hell are you talking like one?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās squeezed her already tight vaginal muscles around my entirely embedded Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I controlled myself from screaming out of immense pleasure yet pain too somewhat.
“I’m in need of a lawyer, Durgesh,”
“Really? If I can do anything for you, just tell me and forget everything that’s worrying you.”
“I’ve been married twice. The first time was simply tragic. The last time I was more cautious.”
“Naturally,” I said, “only a foolish woman wouldn’t be more cautious even after suffering from something already. Did it work out all right?”
“Allah Arraħmānirraħīm,” she sighed, “unfortunately, it didn’t. However, I was more cautious second time and I had deliberately married a wealthy man. It was the only thing that helped.”
“Nevertheless, the marriage broke up?”
“Nevertheless, the marriage broke up. I’m getting alimony now.”
“How much?”
“One thousand dollars a week.”
I whistled.
“Well?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās asked defiantly, boldly, “Do you think that’s too much? You should see how much money your terrorist Pseudo Musalmān stepson makes.”
“My terrorist Pseudo Musalmān stepson?”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
I was surprised.
“You were my daughter in law?”
“So what? Do you regret now that I’m fucking you? I know Al Jihad Al Vaqār fucked you right before she was getting married to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
I didn’t approve of it.
Yet it was useless now to discuss it with her.
She had deliberately done it.
To take her revenge from Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?
The husband divorced her yet she is now his Ammī legally, at least morally even if not legally.
Countless of divorced beautiful Musalmān houseladies had already done it.
Most of my Pseudo Musalmīn stepsons refused to limit themselves to only four duly married Musalmān wives.
They were jealous of the Hindus who had only one duly married Musalmān wife yet countless beautiful Musalmān Live in Relationship partnerships.
My Musalmān stepsons divorced their faithful Musalmān wives.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade approached them and advised to join me in Live in Relationship.
It made them Ammī of my erring Pseudo Musalmīn stepsons.
Their slogan was ‘Mecca Fataħ’.

I hid my psychology successfully from Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
There wasn’t even a bit of expression on my face or eyes what my actual reactions to it was.
“I take it you weren’t married very long.” I smiled cunningly ostensibly.
She sighed a long breath of satisfaction.
Now she was cheerful again.
“Five years, and during that time Al Nādir Al Ghāzī made a lot of his money.”
“I see.”
“Nevertheless, the bastard is going into court trying to do something to get reduced my alimony.”
“You can’t blame Al Nādir Al Ghāzī for that.” I winked at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās teasingly.
It made her furious however.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kept fucking me wildly.
“When a man possesses a woman, Durgesh darling, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, he acquires a very peculiar possession. It is, in a way, an emotional mirror too, a sounding board, an animated echo of his own emotions whether full of love or deceit. Usually he gets back what he gives to his woman unless she is a damnfool and loves even the deceitful bastard even more than herself.”
“I agree with you. I don’t think anyone should love someone more than herself/himself.
It’s harmful even to the one you love.”
“I couldn’t follow you, sorry.”
“You can do anything for the one you love only when you are yourself alive and in a position to do something for her/him. If you yourself aren’t alive, or alive but not capable to do something for him/her, isn’t it harmful to the one you love that much?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me strangely.
“You have queer but more benevolent morals than the normal persons do.”
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“I was telling you when a man possesses a woman; he has acquired a very peculiar possession actually.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās resumed what she was telling me, “It is, in a way, an emotional mirror, a sounding board, an animated echo of his own emotions. He gets back what he gives to her.”
“I understand. My stepson never played fair with you.”
“With me? With me only? He never played fair with any of his wives. The Pseudo Musalmīn never do. They are munāfiqīn. During the honeymoon, a man looks upon his wife as an angel. The wife reciprocates in the same way, naturally. She looks upon him as a god. To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
“I understand,” I said patiently.
Every person had his/her own philosophy knowingly or unknowingly.
It’s developed unconsciously through his/her knowledge and experiences.
It’s the actual driving force that drives him/her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was telling me her mental blueprint unknowingly.
It was better for me to listen to her instead of contradicting her.
She went on to tell,
“There is a period of mutual, worshipful admiration. Then the glamour wears off if there wasn’t any real love between them. The man realizes that he hasn’t acquired any angel actually. He has acquired a working partner only. He starts to act as if he still thinks his wife an angel to keep peace in married life. He thinks his wife is a damnfool enough not to understand it. However, she isn’t. She understands her husband’s behavior and starts to play the same game with him. Honesty is responded as honesty and game is responded by game.”
I wanted to say, ‘This is not the way to keep a family.’, but it wouldn’t have done any good in her present mood and position.
She had already been divorced by Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, my stepson that thought he was more brilliant than I was.
I let her continue.
“He gets a working partner.” Her eyes glittered slightly under the half closed lids.
“Then a man sometimes begins to fret. He begins to chafe, irritate, at restraint. He begins to be a little restless, because he has lost his freedom. He refuses to understand that it was his own choice. No one compelled him to marry. It was a matter of common sense for him to understand that he couldn’t remain as free after a partnership as he was before it. That’s the difference in partnership and proprietorship. A marriage is the transformation of the proprietorship of life into a partnership.”
I didn’t disturb Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
She was speaking her mind, and I was better listen to her.
It made me expert in understanding women psychology better.
“He then does either one of the two things.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said bitterly, “He begins to cheat a little bit, in a quiet, awkward manner, or he begins to nag. In any event, he shows that his wife has become something less than his most prized possession.”
“And then what?” I asked understanding and digesting her mental blueprint, her philosophy of life.
It was useful for me not only in her Sādhnā, but also in my entire Sādhnā of womankind, ‘Sādhuyā’.
“Then,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said curtly, “He gets paid back in exactly his own coin. If a man is wise, he’ll take as much freedom as he feels that he needs. If a wife is wise, she’ll give her husband as much freedom as he needs to keep him happy. Then the home life will be happy. The husband may lie to his wife, he may cheat a little, but he’ll always value her as a prized possession. However, when a husband regards his wife as a ball and chain, she can slam the door of prison very, very tight, lock the door and throw away the key.”
“That’s what you have done?”
“That’s what Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is adamant to do to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, not me.”

Chapter 13
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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 11

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Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī
Durgesh Āmnah Azhar
Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās

Chapter 11

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī licked my Uncut Hindu Lund passionately after kissing it on its head.
She could not help it.
Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī never allowed her even to kiss his penis.
“If you ever do it, I’d divorcé you immediately.”
Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī said it so gravely that Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī could never even dare.
That’s why Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī initially approached me.
“I tell you again, Durgesh,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī said, “that son of mine is after creating some deep trouble.”
“In Modern Democratic Årabia?”
“In Modern Democratic Årabia, in Pakistan, in PoK, everywhere.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Seven Movements can take care of that appropriately, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, don’t worry.” I continued to play with her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head.
She had golden hair.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was exactly her true copy.
All feminine, noting masculine almost.
He hated even coupling.
Instead, he loved to lick the pussies and female ass even.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb left him due to it.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār also left him due to it.
Nevertheless, ultimately, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had found a girl that loved her pussy and her ass licked by her filthy rich Musalmān husband.
Āmnah Azhar was his new wife.
The damnfool had married Āmnah Azhar without confirming his divorcé with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb even now.
“Āmnah Azhar has the loveliest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt that I’ve ever licked, ever seen even.” He had said to Al Jihad Al Vaqār proudly, “Moreover, her ass is even more beautiful than Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.”
“Are you crazy?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār had laughed, “You married Āmnah Azhar only so that you can lick her loveliest Musalmān pussy and loveliest Musalmān ass?”
“Why not? What’s wrong in that?”*

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās could not understand what the hell she should do after all.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī proved to be useless.
The impotent wanted only to lick her Cunt and her beautiful gorgeous plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
He could not understand a girl needed more from a man.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was on alimony.
But Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was fighting even to get that alimony reduced.
She had been married twice.
The first time was simply tragic.
The second time Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was more cautious.
Even then, it didn’t work all right.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was wealthy.
That was one thing that helped.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had made up her mind she’d never marry again.
Yet then he came along.
He had money and well, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās married him.
Nevertheless, the marriage broke up and she was getting alimony.
One thousand dollars a week.
Sixty thousand INR.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was married to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī five years and during that time Al Nādir Al Ghāzī made a lot of his money.
And now he was going into court trying to do something about her alimony, trying to get it reduced.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās read the advertisement once again.

‘ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS REWARD:
If the parties who were changing a tire on an automobile at the intersection of Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue and Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive, at five o’clock on the afternoon of the third, will communicate with the HLMCh Times, and give a description sufficient to identify the green Mercedes that was speeding West on Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive and crashed into the Māruti going south on Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue, they will receive one hundred dollars cash. Bystanders think the young woman in this parked car jotted down the license number of the speeding Mercedes but left the scene before the ambulance arrived. Any information from anyone leading to an identification of this hit and run driver will result in the prompt payment of one hundred dollars. Address all communications HLMCh Times, Box 786.’
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled.
She re-read her own response to the advertisement she had herself prepared on her own PC:

‘Gentlemen,
The party whose aid you are requesting in your ad in this Morning’s HLMCh Times will never get in touch with you voluntarily.
Nevertheless, I’m interested in fair play.
I think every good citizen must be.
I hate hit and run drivers.
Everyone must I think if s/he is a responsible human being.
I feel it’s my humanitarian duty to provide you following information:
At the time of that accident yesterday afternoon at the intersection of Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue and Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās and a man had just finished changing a tire on Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Mercedes. Unfortunately, I don’t know the name of the man with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
This automobile was parked on the north side of Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive immediately west of the intersection with Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue.
Ms. Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās saw the accident and with great presence of mind wrote down the license number of the Mercedes that was speeding away to the west on Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive.
Later on, Ms. Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās told her companion what she had done.
The man become immensely grave immediately.
He explained to Ms. Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās that it would ruin him if it should be known he was with her.
Despite my best efforts, unfortunately I couldn’t succeed in finding the identity of her male companion.
Moreover, I couldn’t succeed in finding the reason he was afraid of having his identity known.
However, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās is a very good friend of mine.
I know that this is a matter that’s bothering her conscience.
Under the circumstances, she cannot give you the information you wish, nor can she ever admit that she was anywhere near the scene of the accident.
Fortunately, she has entrusted me with a key to her apartment.
The address is 786, Bajirao Mastani apartments.
She lives in 786th apartment.
This is a big apartment house with an outer door.
Its latch can be released by tenants of any of the apartments by means of a button.
The key to any of the apartments in the house will fit the outer door.
I enclose a duplicate of my key.
If you use it and go to that apartment sometime between the hours of two o’clock and five o’clock in the afternoon, you won’t find anyone in the apartment.
There is a writing desk in the northeast corner of the sitting room.
If you will look in the upper right hand pigeonhole of that desk, you will find a leather backed notebook.
On the next to the last page of that notebook, you will find the license number of the automobile that you want.
After you have fully satisfied yourself that this is correct and have determined that this automobile is indeed you want, I will make arrangements to get in touch with you, redeem the key and will then expect to be reimbursed in the amount of the one hundred dollars that you’ve offered for a reward.
Very sincerely yours,
A Friend.’*

I found without difficulty the name ‘Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’.
I wasn’t stupid enough to visit her as she proposed.
It might have been a trap.
The figure opposite the name was 786 all right.
There was a push button to the right and a speaking tube.
Instead of pushing the button, I tasted the key provided to me.
The advertisement was put in HLMCh Times by Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had responded to me unknowingly.
I fitted the key to the lock in the outer door and twisted it.
The lock immediately clicked back and the door opened.
I found myself in a lobby.
Several comfortable chairs had been placed invitingly in a warm symmetrical design.
There was a phone booth in a corner and an office.
It was separated by a counter from the rest of the lobby.
Back of this was a door marked ‘Manager’.
On the counter, there was a placard reading,
‘PRESS THIS BUTTON FOR THE MANAGER’.
I walked through the lobby into a corridor flanked with the doors of apartments.
The elevator was lighted.
It was a multi-story building and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās evidently lived on the seventh.
I pushed the button on the automatic elevator.
When the lighted cage slid to a stop, I opened the door, got in, and pushed the button for the seventh floor.
Apartment 786 was toward the rear of the building.
I followed the doors back until I came to the one I wanted.
I pressed a bell button and waited.
There was no sound from within the apartment.
I tried my knuckles on the door.
Again, there was no response.
Surreptitiously, I inserted the key and twisted with thumb and forefinger.
The latch came smoothly back.
The door opened.
Through the open crack in the door, I could look through a living room into a bedroom lighted by an overhead electric light.
The bed had not been made and a feminine nightgown lay across it where it had been thrown.
I could hear the sound of water running in a bathroom.
I smiled, gently closed the door, removed the key, waited in the corridor for some two minutes, and then pressed the button again.
This time I heard sounds of motion and an ultra-melodious feminine voice on the other side of the door cooed,
“What is it, please?”
“Is this Miss Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās?”
“Yes.”
“I want to talk with you. My name is Durgesh.”
The door opened a cautious crack.
I saw laughing, saucy blue eyes, wheat colored hair, and a hand holding a robe tightly at the neck.
Even, white teeth flashed in a smile,
“I’m sorry, Mr. Durgesh, but I’m not presentable. I’m just getting up. You’ll have to…to wait or come back.”
“If you don’t mind, I’ll wait,” I smiled.
“I’m afraid I don’t know you, Mr. Durgesh. I…”Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked me over from head to foot, then her eyes widened, “You’re not the Durgesh?”
I kept smiling politely.
“Perhaps you’d better say that I’m a Durgesh.”
She said incredibly,
“Honestly, Mr. Durgesh!”
I kept smiling politely.
There was a moment of silence, and then she said,
“Look, Mr. Durgesh, it will only take me a second or two to get into some clothes. Things are in sort of a mess, but if you’ll just step into the living room, please, and─ you can raise the shades and make yourself comfortable─ I’ll be with you in just a few seconds.”
“Or,” I said, “I can come back, and…”
“No, no, come on in and sit down. It’ll only take me a minute to make myself presentable.”
She held the door open.
I entered the living room.
“If you don’t mind raising the curtains, Mr. Durgesh, and─ well, just sit down and make yourself at home.”
“Thanks,” I told her.
She moved swiftly across the sitting room to the bedroom and closed the door.
I walked over to the windows, raised the shades, and let in the morning sunlight.
The apartment represented an incongruous, odd clash of the cheap and the costly.
A small but exquisite Oriental rug made the larger drab rug beside it seem hopelessly shoddy, inferior.
The furniture was for the most part expensive, comfortable and had been selected with taste.
Against the note of quiet luxury a few pieces of cheap furniture, their mediocrity emphasized by the aristocratic articles surrounding them, gave a jarring note.
On the table, an ashtray was still well filled with cigarette stubs.
Some of them had lipstick some did not.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t as intelligent as to keep herself away from tobacco.
Well, there was a time when I myself smoked.
A small kitchenette disclosed an empty bottle of Scotch on the sink, a couple of glasses, and two empty soda bottles.
A magnificent antique walnut writing desk was over in the corner.
I walked over toward it confidently, inserted my fingers in the ornamental metal handle on the top of the door and pulled.
The desk was firmly locked.
I returned to a chair by the table in the center of the room.
I picked up an old magazine, settled myself, crossed my legs and waited.
I had to wait about five minutes.
Then the young woman came out of the bedroom wearing a housedress that looked simple and domestic, but which had carefully cut for showing various curves and contours.
She was wearing well-shaped shoes with medium high heels.
Her legs were smoothly stockinged and very visible.
“Sorry,” she smiled, “I’m not human in the morning until I’ve had my coffee. If you’ll pardon me, I’ll put a percolator on the stove. I suppose you’ve had breakfast.”
“Oh, yes.”
“You make me sound hopelessly lazy,” she laughed, “Nevertheless, how about a cup of coffee with me?”
“Oh, sure. It’s my pleasure to share at least something with such a remarkable beauty. I’m not stupid enough to lose the opportunity.”
She smiled.
“Thanks for the kind response. Actually, it’s my pleasure to have the utmost powerful man visit me.”
I pulled her to myself.
She didn’t resist even a moment and came to my lap immediately.
Her gorgeous, plump, big, heavy Musalmān buttocks filled my lap instantaneously.
My Uncut Hindu Prick saluted her ardent Musalmān beauty.
She kissed me on my lips and squeezed my penis meaningfully between her beautiful Musalmān buttocks.
She forgot her coffee.
She was enjoying better thing now.
It was evident soon; Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās needed me more than I needed her.
She herself was more aggressive.
And why not?
After all, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t living with her husband now.
Soon I was nude on my back and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was nude straddling me.
She had kissed my Uncut Hindu Prick, licked it and then sucked it hungrily.
I’d kissed her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt myself.
I’d kissed her beautiful buttocks even.
She positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her quivering pink labial lips and thrust herself.
I filled her entirely immediately.
“Thank you,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās whispered.
“You are most welcome, my dear,”
“I’ve dreamed to have you inside me as soon as I knew you loved to fuck us beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
“You are flattering me,”
“Allah, no. Never. I mean it. We beautiful Musalmān houseladies ourselves are crazy to fuck you, Durgesh. Believe it or not.”
“I believe you.”
“Thank you. Am I more animal with you than a human being?”
“It’s all right. I love female aggressiveness in sex.”
“I’m more ravenous than usual?”
“So what?” I winked at her lewdly, “That gives me more pleasure. Doesn’t it? It satisfy my male ego more.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kissed me on my lips fiercely, fucking me more vigorously.
“Hey, none of my ladyfriends told me ever you are so wonderful person.”
“You have numerous ladyfriends?”
“Sure,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled teasingly, “and they are very beautiful.”
“Aren’t they jealous of you?”
“Why?”
“You are yourself immensely beautiful.”
“Thank you. Now I know why we ravenous Musalmān houseladies are crazy to fuck you. You flatter your women immensely.”
“I’m sorry to give that impression. I’m not flattering you. I’m telling you the truth.”
She kept fucking me wildly.
“Naughty boy,”
“This boy is sixty five years old, Ma’am,”
“It is more a matter of pride for us young Musalmān houseladies.”
“What?”
“If an immensely inexperienced young boy lusts for us we can understand. He is new to sexual pleasures. Yet, when a man like as utmost experienced as you are has as infinite lust for us as you do have, it satisfies our female ego beyond belief. It is an irrevocable scale how immensely beautiful we are. It’s genuine. Your flattery for us can be managed to act but never the incredible immense lust I’m feeling, experiencing, constantly increasing even with every sensual penetration. ”
“Well,” I smiled cunningly, “I think, young lady, perhaps we are made for each other.”
“Sure?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked into my eyes.
“What do you say?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled.
“You are incredibly wonderful. I can fuck you proudly until I do exist.”
“Because I have immense lust for you?”
“Despite you fuck immensely beautiful Musalmān houseladies 24x7x365, yes.”
“I’d never allow you to get up from my Uncut Hindu Lund,” I smiled impishly.
“Try to pull your Uncut Hindu Lund ever from my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself challenged me.
I laughed.
She laughed too.
“Nice apartment you have here,” I played with her beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
She kept fucking me indebted.
“It’s large,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said, “and I get the morning sun. The building is marvelous, very convenient. I have lots of elbowroom and there is a private garage that goes with the apartment. That’s more than someone would have in a modern apartment.”
“That’s right,” I smiled.
“Enjoying?” she looked into my eyes once again.
“Very much,”
“Make yourself too at home,”
“Too?”
“Your Uncut Hindu Lund has already made himself at home,” she smiled cunningly, “Hasn’t he?”
“Oh sure, I’m honored. I’d never anticipated I’d be welcomed here so much.”
“Hey, you deserve it, nonsense!”
“Thank you,”
“I’m honored by this visit. However I still don’t know why Lillah have you honored me?”

Chapter 12
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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 10

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Durgesh Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī

Chapter 10

Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb smiled at me.
“Let’s get rid of the boxers, Durgesh.”
I smiled triumphantly and did as I was told.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb raised forward off the couch as I stood up.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb saw my cock, and thought how in the hell could any woman ever refuse My cock.
I was bigger than Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
Well, there wasn’t any cause of comparison.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t my real son.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wasn’t a fool.
She was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s secretary when she married him.
They got along fine together at first as it usually happened.
Yet, soon Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb realized that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was a successful businessperson all right.
Nevertheless, he wasn’t a man she had dreamed of ever.
Instead of making love to her straddling her, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was more interested in eating her pussy.
He never fucked her without licking her pussy and even her ass too.
Soon, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb started to avoid his kissing on her lips.
She could not forget Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had penetrated her gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass with his tongue and licked his own lips greedily with it in perfect satisfaction.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never noticed it.
He was himself never interested in kissing Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb on her beautiful lips.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was obsessed with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass more than with her rest of the body.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb cursed her decision to marry the ass eater.
If she only knew it before marrying Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, she perhaps would have never married him.
Everything was all hunky dory until it.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī least made normal love to her.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb desperately needed normal lovemaking gradually, ultimately.
She was desperately realizing what Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could provide to her wasn’t enough.
Money wasn’t everything.
She needed normal usual masculine love as well.
Despite her every effort to make him realize it, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb couldn’t succeed.
She started to protest.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī then exploded his bombshell.
“Well, I hate coupling actually, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.”
“What?” Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb as if jumped.
“I’m sorry, I love your extremely beautiful glamorous, gorgeous, perfectly round, firm, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass more.”
“More? More? You only eat my ass daily. You consummate normal love to me only once in a week usually.”
“Well, what’s wrong in it?”
“I need normal masculine love more; I’m a normal woman, you bastard.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled cunningly.
“Aren’t you getting it from Durgesh already?”
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was crestfallen.
She never knew he knew it.
Being his secretary, she knew everything of his business.
He owned a corporation.
Sort of a holding company.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was a sharpshooter actually.
He used to pick up mines and prospects.
When he found something that looked good, he turned it into the Al Nādir Al Ghāzī Company.
It was a Partnership consisting of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī and a dummy.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb knew it and thought Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could never play any game with her.
She knew his too many business secrets.
The moment he started to play any game with her, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb could destroy Al Nādir Al Ghāzī immediately.
Yet she had never suspected Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t a normal man.

The partnership Al Nādir Al Ghāzī Company turned that something that looked good over to the Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company at a fat profit.
“How come?” I asked Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.
“Just his way of doing business.” Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb replied curtly.
“Income Tax?”
“How would I know? You are the lawyer, not I.”
“If Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is on the Board of Directors of the Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company, he is hardly in a position to make a profit on selling stuff to his own company.”
“That’s where he’s smart.” Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb smiled cunningly.*

Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb stroked my cock.
Her delicate pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān palm gripped around my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb licked the head of My Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb licked underneath the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I just watched and moaned.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb opened her beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and took my Uncut Hindu Lund in, inch by inch.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb gagged trying to get all of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

I started rocking my hips.
My head tilted back.
I closed my eyes.
Then I opened my eyes and watched Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, as Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb watched my face.

“Oh fuck baby, feels amazing, you’re going to make me cum, baby.” I was telling Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.

Just then, I felt my first blast of cum hit her beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, then another and another.
I was giving her a mouthful and Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wanted all I could give her.

When I was done emptying inside her beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, I fell forward on her.
We both laughed, and situated ourselves on the couch side by side. I pulled Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb tightly to me.
I was trying to catch my breath, and Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was wearing a big smile.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is the General Manager and owns the majority of the stock?”
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb smiled.
“Your ass eater Pseudo Musalmān stepson is more wretched than you think, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. No, apparently he controls the whole thing. However, by keeping the confidence of a widely scattered list of stockholders. You can figure the thing out, my utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī picks up properties, puts them in his partnership, and holds them long enough, until they are developed to a point where the value is pretty assured. Then Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gives the Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company an opportunity to take them off his hands at a profit. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī keeps the management in his own hands, pays himself a nice fat salary and a bonus based on profits.”

Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was still trying to process what just happened between us.
I did know, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wanted this to happen again.

“A penny for your thoughts” I asked.

Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb told me I was incredible. Even at my sixty five my lust for her was far more incredible than that of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
I thanked her.
“You were amazing, baby” and I pulled Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb tighter.
She kept telling me about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī and his company.
“Where your stepson is smart is in operating the company in such a way that the stockholders make a nice profit. As long as they are getting a juicy profit, they don’t care very much what happens. Everyone who owns stock in the company thinks Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is the last word in acumen as a manager.”*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed her hand down into her pocket and brought out a folded paper.
“What’s this?” I smiled.
“Proxy for the next shareholders’ meeting of the Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār straddled on my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund, making it slip into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely in one stroke.
I grabbed her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks,
“Sālī, always immensely wet for my Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Any objection, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?” She winked at me too keeping me lying down on my back and starting to fuck me vigorously.
“I’m sixty five, remember?”
“Oh, sure. Yet you never look your age. The teens claim you are anywhere between eighteen to twenty eight, not anymore.”
I laughed.
“The teens and their ever exaggerated claims! Who the hell believe them ever?”
“Everyone of them believes it.”
“Nonsense. They only say they believe it. They need to say it to justify their sexual aggression to me.”
“I got my information about this proxy from a stockholder.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār changed the topic deliberately.
“How?”
“I have a couple of friends who are interested in gold mining. I rang them up and asked them about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s company. I asked them if they could put me in touch with a stockholder so I could get the information right from the back door of the stable. One of my friends knew a girl that knew Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. She rang her up and found that she was a stockholder in the company.”
I pushed Al Jihad Al Vaqār down.
She protested.
Yet without taking my Uncut Hindu Lund even a bit out of her young Musalmān Choot, I made her lie down replacing me.
Then I immediately replaced her myself and started fucking her as if a bear gone mad.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled triumphantly,
“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you too love to fuck us Musalmān young ladies now, don’t you?”
I winked at her.
“Shut up. You’ve excited me now profoundly. Sālī, I’d fuck you now until you would have to call someone of your beautiful lady friends to replace you.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve lot of them you haven’t fucked ever and they would die of pleasure to have you inside them. The Chairman of the Ultimate Power of the entire globe HVSI is already very popular among us beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
“Thank you. I’m honored. You did not interview that stockholder yourself?”
“Of course not. I had my friend gently pump her. This young Musalmān houselady started talking because an interesting thing happened. She had been out of the state for a while and when she got back, found this proxy in her mail for the stockholders’ meeting day after tomorrow. She couldn’t understood it because she’d already sent in another proxy before she left. Proxies have to be on file with the secretary for a period of ten days prior to the stockholders’ meeting.”
I kept fucking Al Jihad Al Vaqār without giving any indication to her that I was suspecting something doubtful.
I held out my hand, took the proxy, and opened it.
I glanced through it,
“The young lady said she’d sent in a proxy?”
“That’s right.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār kissed me on my lips thankfully, as I penetrated her entirely.
My sixty five years old immensely experienced Uncut Hindu Lund filled her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to her bottom.
She squeezed it playfully with her internal vaginal muscles.
I glanced through the proxy once more, then dropped it back on her hand.
“That’s made out in a peculiar way, Al Jihad Al Vaqār.”
“How come?”*

I kept fucking Al Jihad Al Vaqār widely.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār loved wild animal sex.
It was useless to preach her morals about it.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī did this blunder.
Consequently, he lost even the ultimate respect for himself in her eyes.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never understood Al Jihad Al Vaqār needed it drastically.
It was her physical need she needed a husband for.
No bloody moral could make her understand it was not good for her.
She could regret it after her need was fulfilled, yet never before it.
“This proxy provides that the voting rights are given to A. J. A. V. Ghāzī, holder of Certificate Number 786 of stock in this corporation.” I told her.
“What’s wrong with that?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār asked, “It is my name after my marriage with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“Certainly,” I agreed, “nevertheless, usually a proxy is made out in favor of a certain individual and it’s not necessary to tack on a lot of descriptive material. And she had already signed one proxy.”
“That’s right. And now you see why we young Musalmān houseladies love to have sex with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“No bloody young Musalmān is as lustful for us and has sexual prowess as much as you do. You are more experienced not only in sex but also in other matters necessary in life. You are the ever-best legal wizard too. Why the hell should we prefer a less smart young moron on you only because he is born in a Musalmān household?”
“I see.”
“She had not only signed one proxy already, she told this friend of mine she thought they’d sent the second one to her by mistake.”
I picked up the proxy and studied it still fucking Al Jihad Al Vaqār wildly.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was vanishing into her beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot entirely to the hilt, coming out of it until only its head remained inside and then vanishing into her again more wildly.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār herself wasn’t a damn fool.
She noticed my preoccupation.
“Why do you think it so important, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?”
“Because of a remarkable coincidence. Does it occur to you that the initials of Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb are exactly the same as those of you as Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s wife? Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb isn’t ‘Al Wahāb’ as his wife. She is too a ‘Ghāzī’ herself as you are.”
“Allah, it never occurred to me,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār exclaimed.

I kept pounding her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot,
“Now, note that this proxy is issued to the A.J.A.V. Ghāzī who holds the Stock Certificate Number 786 in the corporation and that all the prior proxies are hereby revoked.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was startled,
“You mean that…”
“Exactly,” I said, “I mean that if it should turn out that the holder of Certificate Number 786 is Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Ghāzī, then everyone of the stockholders who has signed one of these second proxies has automatically revoked the proxy that s/he previously given to you. And Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb can walk into the stockholders’ meeting with a fistful of proxies, put in her own Board of Directors, fire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī as General Manager, and run things to suit herself.”
“Allah Allah!” Al Jihad Al Vaqār exclaimed.
“See if you can get hold of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. Let’s find out about it.”
Horrified Al Jihad Al Vaqār nodded.
Yet still enjoying my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot she punched the number of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s mobile.
It was switched off.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār punched another contact number of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī she knew.
At the end of ten minutes, Al Jihad Al Vaqār made her report.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, the bastard, can’t be reached anywhere known to me before the stockholders’ meeting. As soon as he left you, he went off on a trip. He told his present secretary, Al Rizwānah Assultān, he was going to look at some mining properties. My guess is he’s on some terrorist assignment pretending he’s on the second installment of a honeymoon.”
“I see. Well, get the secretary and treasurer of the company.”
“Al Rizwānah Assultān? Well, not before you’ve fucked me optimum.”
“She is the treasurer too?” I asked quite surprised.
“Sure, and don’t act so damn surprised. You know very well, these damned Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists are heavily superstitious. They believe that if a woman kill them, they would never get Jannat. Consequently, every country and organization that wants to obliterate these Pseudo Musalmīn moron terrorists heavily recruit Musalmān young women who have lost their housepersons due to these terrorist movements. Major Maryam Al Mansoorī is their ideal.”
“Tell Al Rizwānah Assultān to come here,” I smiled cunningly.
“You Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Fuck me first. I know you’d fuck Al Rizwānah Assultān leaving me at once as soon as you see her. Al Rizwānah Assultān is too beautiful to resist.”

A few minutes later a dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady was smiling at me.

She introduced herself to me, shook hands and sat down.
She was anywhere between twenty eight and thirty, not more than that.
But yes, Al Jihad Al Vaqār was right.
Despite the fact that I had fucked Al Jihad Al Vaqār till my heart’s content before Al Rizwānah Assultān came there, my Uncut Hindu Lund immediately saluted her immense Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.
It was marvelous, no doubt.
Moreover, Al Rizwānah Assultān was absolutely aware of the fact her tremendous Musalmān beauty was affecting my sexual lust.
Al Rizwānah Assultān smiled proudly glancing at my erection for her yet deliberately avoiding to convey that she had noticed it.
Al Rizwānah Assultān adjusted her mini skirt before crossing her beautiful legs as she settled down facing me.
“I’m representing Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I said.
“I understand so, sir.” Al Rizwānah Assultān smiled and cooed, “May I ask if you’re representing him as an individual, or did he retain you to look after the interests of the corporation?”
I smiled too.
“Young lady, I think my stepson Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has a diversity of interests.”
“Oh, yes,”
“Some of which are in the corporation?”
“Some of which are in the corporation. Yes, sir.”
“Does that answer your question, then?” I watched Al Rizwānah Assultān gravely.
Al Rizwānah Assultān watched me with her suddenly ice cold eyes,
“No,” she said.
I kept watching Al Rizwānah Assultān gravely.
Al Rizwānah Assultān kept looking into my eyes with her ice cold yet immensely beautiful eyes.

Chapter 11
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Årab Mahā Bhārat: ‘Ādi Parv 1/22: Saůūdī Årabia’-18

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Årab Mahā Bhārat: :

Ādi Parv 1/22: Saůūdī Årabia:

Chapter 18

Sheikħ Aħmad
Durgesh Attāhirah Assaiyad
Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā Brahm Nārāyañ Mukherjī

Sheikħ Aħmad himself was startled when he found he wasn’t any longer interested in sexual intercourse with his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Kuwaiti Wahābī Musalmān wife, Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā.
He had heard that his friends were licking their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ beautiful Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān ass even after Durgesh fucked them.
He could never believe it.
However, it was startling to him that he himself started doing the same.
Once his wife, Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā, refused to oblige him, he didn’t have another option except to seduce his twenty-five years old secretary, Attāhirah Assaiyad.
Even Attāhirah Assaiyad couldn’t believe when he asked her to seduce Durgesh, fuck him and let him eat her after that.

“While we wait for Durgesh’s cock to get hard again, which shouldn’t take very long at all. I’m going to make you cum again, Attāhirah Assaiyad. Lie on the bed.”

Attāhirah Assaiyad did and Sheikħ Aħmad pulled her extremely beautiful, young, firm, perfect, round, heavy, plump, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to the edge, getting on his knees between her legs.
Sheikħ Aħmad pushed her legs open and rested them on his shoulders.
Then Sheikħ Aħmad pushed her open.
Attāhirah Assaiyad felt her inner most being exposed to air.
Sheikħ Aħmad felt him blowing gently on her and then his tongue.
Allah, Oh God, his tongue! Wet and warm ran from her pulsating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit, dipping into her tight little hole all the way down and circling her extremely beautiful, young, firm, perfect, round, heavy, plump, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān asshole and then tracing back up.
Attāhirah Assaiyad’s body tensed and relaxed all at once.
Sheikħ Aħmad began suckling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit just as he had her nipples and the sensation was almost too much.
Sheikħ Aħmad, her employer, slid his finger inside her.
It was so much longer and bigger than hers was.
Sheikħ Aħmad felt Attāhirah Assaiyad’s body clamp onto as Sheikħ Aħmad began flickering his tongue on her sex.’

“Allah, Oh God!” Attāhirah Assaiyad sat up and wrapped her legs around his head pulling his face deeper into her.
Sheikħ Aħmad began pumping his fingers in and out and suckling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit.
Attāhirah Assaiyad grabbed handfuls of his hair.
Sheikħ Aħmad felt the explosion as Sheikħ Aħmad pushed Attāhirah Assaiyad’s back down onto the bed.
Attāhirah Assaiyad was already filled with my Hindu cum and her own ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cum optimum.
Yet, she still came hard.
All her muscles were clenching and releasing.
Attāhirah Assaiyad could hear her voice and her gasps without being able to control the noises she made.
As Attāhirah Assaiyad slid from the apex of pleasure, once more, Sheikħ Aħmad, her employer, gently licked her clean, slurping every bit of my Hindu cum and Attāhirah Assaiyad’s ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cum entirely.
Sheikħ Aħmad left nothing there.
Attāhirah Assaiyad’s Musalmān Cunt was as cleaned now as if she had been dooshed now perfectly.*

Attāhirah Assaiyad smiled at me,

“Durgesh, that hover car accident! We informed the police at Trantor last night. They were going to notify you personally.”

“Get them on the phone, Tāhirah. I still can’t understand how a robot driven hover car can have an accident, however trivial it may be. There must be something extraordinary behind it.”

“Won’t the police can take care of it themselves? Is it necessary for the Mayor of Ved Nagar himself to take care of it?”

“There are some reasons, Attāhirah Assaiyad.” I said gravely. Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr both are in Trantor now. The police may not understand its importance. I don’t want to take any risk. I have to take care of Al Zia Al Wahāb too.”

Attāhirah Assaiyad suddenly watched me cunningly.

“Is Al Zia Al Wahāb really a cabaret dancer only, Mr. Mayor?”

“What do you mean?”

“Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun, God knows better, I can’t digest Al Zia Al Wahāb is a normal cabaret dancer. I suspect she is a spy of Pseudo Musalmīn or of someone else.”

“You have already said it various times previously. I never told you that I kept watching her myself constantly. Yet, I never found anything doubtful about her.”

“She is more cunning, I think, than we anticipate her to be.” Attāhirah Assaiyad retorted.

“Well,” I said, “I haven’t stopped watching her still now.”

“I see.” Attāhirah Assaiyad sighed, “That’s all we can do in this matter, I think.”

I picked up my mobile,

“Hello, this is Durgesh. I left a memo there yesterday about being called in connection with a robot driven hover car accident. I have some property that was taken from a car that was crowded off the road. There was a Maulānā with a broken arm. You were going to get his address and call personally me back.”

“Yes, sir.” The girl on the other side said, “I have your memo in my memory bank.”

“You, a lady robot?”

“Yes, sir. I didn’t call you back because there hasn’t been any report of any accident whatsoever.”

“I see. No report made by anyone?”

“No, sir.”

“That’s strange. The robot driven hover car accident took place two or three kilometers south of Ved Nagar sector 786.”

“There’s a car overturned by the side of the road down there. However, that isn’t a hover car. That’s a normal ground car. We investigated and found out the car belonged to Shékħzādī Imāmzādī Al Ħumayrah Al Qāzī . The Ummil Åālmīn’s staff say the car was stolen a couple of days ago.”

“Did the staff report it to the police at the time?”

“I’ve personally checked that. There isn’t any record of it. Ummil Åālmīn Shékħzādī Imāmzādī Al Ħumayrah Al Qāzī doesn’t seem particularly interested in it. She left it all on her staff. There will be a repair bill on the car and the cost of towing it to a garage. Ummil Åālmīn Shékħzādī Imāmzādī Al Ħumayrah Al Qāzī doesn’t seem to think the car is worth that much. After all, she is the second multi zillionaire after your very self in the entire multiverse.”

I didn’t say anything, only kept listening to the lady robot police officer.

“It is pretty hard for the police to get anything out of an Ummil Åālmīn or her staff whenever they want to be evasive. They just go around in circles with the police in the center. The police can’t get any nearer to what they are trying to find out.”

I smiled bitterly.

‘As nar nahīn janméu jag māhīn,

Prabhutā pāi jāhi mad nahīn.’

‘There isn’t any man born in the multiverse that gets the power, yet s/he isn’t arrogant.’

— Shrī Rāmcharit Mānas.

Nevertheless, what the hell could I do?

It was a Democratic Scientific System working in the entire multiverse ultimately.

My live in relationship partners had their own freedom of behavior.

Sometimes some of them exercised even more powers than even I did myself.

I resented it.

Nevertheless, I could only advise them which they were completely capable to reject outright if they didn’t agree with me.*

The girl on the other side asked,

“Sir, were you a witness to the accident?”

“I saw it,” I said. “A big limousine sideswiped the car and sent it off the road out of control. An extremely beautiful young woman was driving it. I couldn’t get her as much as I can identify her properly. Yet, I have an impression that she was Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm. Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm is my live in relationship partner now. I have investigated her personally. She denies it vehemently and claims that it’s too a part of the frame up to discredit her elder cousin, Shékħ Al Zabīr, from his throne.”*

Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm was sucking my Penis passionately, teasing me impishly.

“Sālī,” I said acidly somewhat, “you are sucking me now for almost half an hour.”

“So what!” Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm smiled cunningly, “I can suck you still more. Remember I am not sixty-six. You are Sixty Six.”

“I smiled humiliating her.

“If I penetrate you all your youth would vanish.”

“Your Uncut Hindu Penis is ever more ravenous than even us ever-ravenous-for-you beautiful young Musalmān houseladies. I can’t understand how your communal Hindu lust for us Panjvaqtah Namāzī beautiful ardent Musalmān houseladies is never satisfied despite you are fucking us for almost infinite years.”

“My communal Hindu lust for you Panjvaqtah Namāzī beautiful ardent Musalmān houseladies?” I smiled teasing her.

“Isn’t it?”

“You know it better yourself, Assalāt Ibrāhīm. You loved Shékħ Al Zabīr. Yet your Sheikħ Ammī, Shékħzādī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā, explained to you that it would be wiser if you seduce me. Why? Shékħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabīr herself had gone to Ved Nagar to bring me here to protect Shékħ Al Zabīr.”

“What do you want to say?” Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm was suddenly all-alert.

“Shékħzādī Al Sābirah Al Wahāb is more dangerous in the eyes of Sheikħ Ammī, Shékħzādī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā than in the eyes of Shékħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabīr herself. Shékħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabīr is cunning yet she is still young.”

“And you don’t like us Musalmān houseladies young.” Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm said sarcastically, “You love to enjoy sex with us more mature ones.”

“You are forgetting something you said Sheikħ Ammī, Shékħzādī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā, told you never to forget.” I made her to lie on her nude back.

“What?” Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm put both of her beautiful nude legs on my shoulders taking me between them.

She herself took my ever-fierce Uncut Hindu Cock between her right thumb and forefinger and positioned it between her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips.

I pushed gently.

Yet her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal passage was so wet and so slippery that my entire Uncut Hindu Cock vanished into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy without any resistance at all.

She winked at me.

“You are again imprisoned. You naughty Hindu old scoundrel. We Musalmān houseladies would never allow you freedom, understand?”

“Sālī,” I smiled triumphantly, keeping myself deepest inside Shékħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm, “who the hell wants freedom? I want eternal imprisonment there.”

“When I saw you in the court, I never imagined you are so sexiest.”

“Did you ever have sex with Shékħ Al Zabīr?”

“He is a damn fool in this matter. The Musalmīn have faith in Ħazrat Yūsuf ålayhissalām, not in your Lord Kr’shñ ever.”

“I know.”

“That’s why the Musalmīn are better in morals while the Hindus are better in sex.”

I suddenly asked.

“Whom do you yourself like more? Shékħ Al Zabīr or me?”*

Chapter 19
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 21

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Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’

1/18: Ādi Parv

Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah Al Wahāb

Chapter 21

Durgesh Sītā Bhārgav

That was what Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr is actually good at.
Al Kuwait Creations were almost similar to the Gāndhār of Mahābhārat period, if there was such a period.
He still didn’t know whether there were any Mahābhārat war, or not.
The Westerners never accepted there was.
They always claimed it was only a mythological tale, nothing else.
Yet, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr wasn’t so sure now.
If Durgesh’s Time Cycle Theory were incorrect, how the hell was it possible for him to go in the Trétā era ever?
He met his real father Brahm Nārāyañ Mukherjī there.
Brahm Nārāyañ Mukherjī was exactly his identical.
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr found he has so many real and half Brāhmañ sisters in Trétā.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan once more proved herself correct.
“If you lick your wife, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah Al Wahāb, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt
I mean, after Durgesh fucks her, you may get rid of your entire shortcomings gradually, eventually, ultimately.”
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr smiled cunningly.
“Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated, you want to cuckold me too?”
“Do I need to, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated, smiled sarcastically.
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr watched the utmost cunning young woman he had ever encountered with, in his entire life.
He could never decide who was using whom.
Sometimes he thought Durgesh was using Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated, successfully, without letting her even realize what he was doing with her.
Yet, sometimes Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr himself doubted his own theory.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was getting more from Durgesh than Durgesh was getting from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated.
How then Durgesh was using her?*

Mahārānī Rājmātā Kuntī Chaturvédī was neither Mahārānī nor Rājmātā then.
She was Rājkumārī Kuntī Chaturvédī only.
What a tragedy!
She had to leave her son, Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī, only because he was an offspring from her premarital affair.
She had numerous Musalmān lady friends that had their premarital affairs with Durgesh mostly, or at least with other capable Hindus.
They were even bold enough to revolt against their society.
Ayesha Ahmad, Dr. Ali Sina’s co-author, was a born Musalmān lady.
Yet, she bravely wrote against Islam.
Here, the traditional Paurāñik Brāhmañ of Chaturvédī Creations were obstinate not to let any Brāhmañ young lady have any premarital affair.
She was expected to be a virgin obstinately until she wasn’t married.
Rājkumārī Kuntī Chaturvédī loved Durgesh, a Bachhalyā.
Despite a large number of restrictions, she enjoyed premarital sex with Durgesh.
She deliberately conceived Durgesh’s child in her womb.
Gave birth to a handsome male child clandestinely with the help of ever revolting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She had been extolled far beyond her deserts and the incident was never mentioned.*

After my Bachhalyā Lund had exited Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth the next few jets had landed mainly on her chin.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav‘s beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ fingers then released my Bachhalyā Lund.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav brought her my Bachhalyā cum covered fingers to her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth and began to lick it clean.

My eyes were grave watching her.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav saw my Bachhalyā Lund jump in excitement.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled.

In this Infinite BrāhmKalp now the lost glory of Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even is returning fast.

Narendr Modi is being credited for it.

However, they knew, the entire Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs, that actually entire HVSI has brought it.

How excellently the time cycle, the Kālchakr, was working!

There were Brahm Apsarās again prominent in Bollywood.

Katrina Kaif was number one, but it needed Saba Qamar too.

Infinite BrāhmKalp is now elevating Saba Qamar and other beautiful Pakistani Musalmān heroines in Bollywood.

Maryam Tanvīr Ålī is also one of them.

When she had her fingers cleaned off Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to collect my cum from her chin and sucked it off them.
“Take off your shirt,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said as I immediately pulled my shirt off and sat naked before her on the couch.

She had seen me in bathing suits around the pool many times.

Naturally, she knew pretty well what my Bachhalyā male body looked like, but now as I sat before her basking in the afterglow of the first orgasm I didn’t give myself.

I looked sexy and appealing in a way she never would have dreamed possible.

Truly I was a fine man.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav reached up again to my Bachhalyā Lund and began to stroke it.

It was hard almost immediately and although she very much wanted to feel me in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth again and taste my Bachhalyā cum there was something else that she knew she needed more.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly stood up before me and teasingly asked,

“Are you ready for more of your present?”

“There’s more?” I replied softly in excitement.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly untied her robe and pulled it open before letting it drop to the floor behind her.

I stared at her naked, excited Bhārgav Brāhmañ body and smiled.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could feel my eyes exploring her and in her heightened lust they almost felt as intense as a pair of hands touching her.

A thick mat of dark, curly hair surrounded her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav watched me stare patiently at the spot where her legs met.

Her exercising had kept her fit and she only had a small stomach that she knew was much smaller than any other women she knew her own age.

Her heavy tits even hadn’t started relenting to her age.

They were still where they rode on her chest.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav liked their shape and thought the even the slight dropping would give her a sexy, experienced look when naked.

It seemed like I agreed as my eyes spent several long Moments staring lustfully at her tits as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stood still before me.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stepped forward and straddled my Bachhalyā male lap before lowering herself toward my Bachhalyā Lund.

She reached down and easily guided my rock hard Bachhalyā Lund inside her letting herself fall down taking me all the way inside her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot with little fanfare.

Both of us let out long, intense groans as I felt something and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav felt something she hadn’t experienced ever before.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav leaned close to my ear and whispered,

“There is as much of this as you want.”

I smiled at her words.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav started riding up and down on my hard Bachhalyā Lund.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav threw everything into her fuck and she felt alive and excited like Dr. Sītā Bhārgav didn’t remember was possible.

All feelings of wrong were gone now and were replaced only by a craving for more of this intense sensation.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav guided my Bachhalyā male hands around to her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass and I began to grope and feel it excitedly.

The sheer Bachhalyā male desire Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could feel from me, thrilled her and made her want my Bachhalyā Lund into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot even more.

Again, this fuck was not shorter as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav had thought.

She had forgotten how excitable I could be and how little control she had the first few times I fucked.

She let out another cry as started to cum inside her pussy for the first time ever.

The sensation of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ cum bathing my still in action stiff Bachhalyā Lund and the feeling of my body reacting so strongly to her orgasm triggered an orgasm in me too that was stronger and longer than any Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could remember having.

I opened my eyes and stared at her in pleasure as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav screamed out when her orgasm started.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav clutched me tightly to her Bhārgav Brāhmañ tits and drove my Bachhalyā Lund as far inside her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could, as her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot exploded into a long series of spasms and twitches.

It seemed like there wasn’t a single part of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ body that wasn’t affected by her orgasm and when it finally passed Dr. Sītā Bhārgav sank against her Bachhalyā lover in complete relief and release.

We sat in silence for a long while with my still rock hard Bachhalyā Lund still inside her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot before Dr. Sītā Bhārgav finally whispered,

“That was amazing.”

I smiled,

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to. It’s my pleasure, Bachhalyā Piyā.” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav kissed me passionately on my Bachhalyā male lips.

I sat up and looked at her before answering,

“I’m honored. Yet it can also be so much more.”

After my words she moved to me and we met in a new kind of kiss.

This was the deep, exploring kiss of lovers and not at all like any kiss we had previously shared.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav immediately let her tongue enter my mouth and soon our tongues were dancing a slow, delicious dance together.

We remained in this position kissing and just basking in being naked together for a long time.

How much?

Neither of us knew nor cared to.

Then Dr. Sītā Bhārgav started her second round.

My ever stiff Bachhalyā Lund was already there completely buried into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.

She fucked me this time more vigorously.

Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ shame was diminishing now with more and more intimacy.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav fucked me for hours rising and sitting on my Bachhalyā Lund nonstop continually without even a single indication that she was tired even a bit.

Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot kept swallowing my Bachhalyā Lund nonstop.

There was a third round too.

Then there was a fourth round.

Then there was a fifth, sixth and seventh round.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was fucking me as if endlessly.

My palms were playing with her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks constantly.

Eventually Dr. Sītā Bhārgav rose from my lap and held out her hand to me.

I stood, took her hand, and gravely followed her down the hallway.

For some reason Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stopped at my bedroom and led me into my own room.

My room was just a shade bigger than her own but had the same king sized bed her room had.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav didn’t know why, but something about being with me like this in my own room surrounded by the various posters of athletes, bands, and nearly naked women made the sensation more intense for her.

Since I never made my bed we didn’t even need to move the sheets as we crawled in together.

We resumed our deep kiss from earlier and kept that up for a long while before Dr. Sītā Bhārgav decided it was time to let me explore.

I was lying on my back and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav crawled onto her hands and knees over me.

Letting her heavy tits hang down on me Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began dragging them back and forth slowly over my chest and stomach causing me to groan in outright lust.

By the time she had them over my face I began kissing them.
She rolled over onto her back letting me kneel over her as I resumed exploring her tits.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was getting very excited.
For what seemed like hours I explored her tits and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav happily let me.

When Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was so excited and wet that Dr. Sītā Bhārgav couldn’t take any more teasing she gasped,

“Touch me.”

I looked at her as if I was unsure what she meant.

She repeated,

“Touch my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.”

I reached down and tentatively ran my fingers through her curly pussy hair.

My curious touch was very thrilling and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav longed to see what I would do next.

But Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was too excited to wait any longer for her release.

She reached down putting her fingers over mine and guided me to her clit.

I gasped in seeming surprise at the heavy wetness I found there and let her guide my fingers to the area Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted.

“There! Touch me there!” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav moaned.

I complied and began rubbing my fingers all over and around her engorged clit.

My touch was almost a turn on for her.

It didn’t take long with my fingers rubbing over her clit, even unknowingly, for her to explode into orgasm again.

I kept rubbing at her insistence and stared down at her watching her body tremble.

After she finished cumming I began exploring her pussy, tits, and stomach with my hands until she reached out and grasped my now rock hard Bachhalyā Lund.

“Fuck me,” she urged as she fondled my Bachhalyā Lund and spread her legs widely apart indicating where Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted me to be.

I moved between her legs.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav reached down and guided my Bachhalyā Lund to the entrance of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.

With a single push I drove myself all the way inside her.
Tentatively at first I began fucking her as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav gave herself over to me and let me do with her what I wanted.

After a while we reached a tempo that was easy for me to maintain and easy for her to compliment through her own Bhārgav Brāhmañ thrusts.

It felt so good for Dr. Sītā Bhārgav to have a hard Bachhalyā Lund between her Bhārgav Brāhmañ legs that her head was spinning in bliss.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav watched me riding her as I pushed myself up on my hands to help my thrusting.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could feel me experimenting with different speeds and angles and most of all she simply basked in my desire and the feeling of my hard Bachhalyā Lund filling her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot so perfectly.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted it to last all day and it did last much longer than she expected based on our earlier encounters.

It ultimately was her own Bhārgav Brāhmañ orgasm that triggered me this time again and not the other way around.

Part of her felt silly at having so little control over her own desire it felt so amazingly good she felt like Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could cum over and over all day long.

When Dr. Sītā Bhārgav groaned and her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot began twitching around my Bachhalyā Lund from her orgasm, it didn’t take long for me to start cumming.

There was no way I could resist the added stimulation of her orgasm and my began just as hers was reaching its peak.

Both called out and groaned over and over as we shared a mutual orgasm.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav felt completely drained and exhausted once we finished cumming and suspected I must have felt the same way.

I collapsed into her arms and we held each other closely.

She ran her hands over my ever young, strong back and caressed my tight hips as we exchanged a few kisses and mostly just stayed together.

I seemed reluctant to let her leave so she asked,

“What’s wrong?”

“Well,” I smiled, “I don’t want my present to end.”

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled wickedly at me and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. “Ohhh, Durgesh darling,” she purred, “This doesn’t ever have to end if you don’t want it to.”

The look of relief and excitement on my face made Dr. Sītā Bhārgav giggle.

“Come on, let’s continue till you want to,”

Her hair was still pulled up behind her head but was quite tussled and a bit of a mess.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled wickedly at her reflection in the mirror fixed opposite her and decided not to bother fixing her appearance only to get it messed up later when she planned on fucking me nonstop again.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav still wore the wicked smile as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav pulled me once again on her nude Bhārgav Brāhmañ young body.

It was good to have an utmost experienced Bachhalyā Lund into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.

Wasn’t it?

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled wickedly once more enjoying my Bachhalyā thrusts once more inside her.*

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was feeling drowsy, but not quite ready for bed.

She sat in her robe in front of the TV, sipping hot chocolate.

She’d meant to watch an educational program on the History channel, but flipping through channels she’d become interested in a trashier program gossiping about lifestyles of the Bachhalyās and their sex lives with Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs and Muslimāt.

She watched this now, half-bored.

It was the usual story shown already infinite times.

The Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs lack the fire in their ever over moral Brāhmañ female bodies the Muslimāt ever do by birth.

The Muslimāt are hottest genetically.

Moreover, the lifestyle of the Muslimāt is entirely different from the lifestyle of the Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

Nonsense!

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav herself has satisfied Durgesh completely.

Being a Brahm Padminī, it wasn’t easy for Dr. Sītā Bhārgav to be as aggressive in sex with Durgesh as she was deliberately.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could not understand how her Musalmān sisters could manage it.

Their Ammī was the same.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl never believed in matrimony.

She was a profound feminist always.

She had sex with Durgesh even.

Yet she never surrendered to Durgesh even.

“He isn’t my husband.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl used to say, “Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, my dear child, you should have refused to your father to live with him. Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav is a good man. Yet, sorry, I can’t be his Najmah Mandodarī.”

“Ammī Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said politely, “Dad is only named Dashānan Bhārgav. He has no similarities with the historical Swarñ Lankéshvar Rāvañ Vaishravañ Paulastý.”

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl laughed.

“Really? Only because Dashānan Bhārgav compelled me successfully to give you to him, you think Dashānan Bhārgav is a responsible father?”

“Dad didn’t took only me, Ammī Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said bitterly, “He compelled you to give him his every offspring from you. Nevertheless, he always requested to take care of us. He always invited you to live there in Golden Creations, Golden Capital City. What the more is needed to prove that Dad Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav is a perfectly competent and responsible father? Even Swarñ Lankéshvar Rāvañ Vaishravañ Paulastý had not only abandoned his daughter, Brahm Jagdambā, Sītā Rāvañi Vaishravañ Paulastý.”

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

Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 9

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Saifunnisā Al Islam
Durgesh Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan

Chapter 9

Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had been the Director of Security through all Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven Movements.
It would certainly have been a backbreaking job if I were not fucking her constantly.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan enjoyed my Uncut Hindu Lund continuously constantly into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot nonstop.
She never knew she needed sex that much with me.
Today almost entire Creations were against Pseudo Musalmīn terrorism.
They were killing the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists everywhere openly attacking them.
Since Narendr Modi had become the Prime Minister of India, not even a single Pseudo Musalmān terrorist had succeeded in entering India.
Everyone of them was either killed on the spot when trying to enter, or worse.
S/he was arrested alive.
“Sit down, Saifunnisā.” Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan said, “Let’s keep this on a friendly basis if we can.”
Saifunnisā Al Islam hooked both her thumbs in her sash and remained standing.
“Friendly? With a traitor?”
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had anticipated it.
She pushed her beautiful nude Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my nude lap, swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and smiled patronizing Saifunnisā Al Islam.
“With an accused traitor.” She corrected her, “You are a Councilwoman. I’m sure you understand the wide difference between a traitor and an accused traitor. Don’t you?”*

Saifunnisā Al Islam watched Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan cunningly.
“Director of Security, Modern Democratic Årabia, you know very well that you haven’t come to the point where accusation, even by the Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, herself, is the equivalent of conviction. I trust you never do. Your job is to clear me if you can. You would do so now while no harm is done, except to my pride, rather than be forced to make it all a matter of a public trial. You hope I’m with you in this.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan understood the situation perfectly she was dealing with.
Saifunnisā Al Islam wasn’t an ordinary Councilwoman of the House of the People of Modern Democratic Årabia.
She was a learned young woman.
It was not easy to deal with Saifunnisā Al Islam.
Yet, Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan herself wasn’t an ordinary young woman.
She wasn’t Director of Security, Modern Democratic Årabia, because she was the elder sister of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had earned this prestigious post through her own hard work and achievements.
“Let’s not bother with ingratiation. You asked for it.” Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan said politely, yet authoritatively, “You had witnessed what happened even to Imām Muħammad Ħasan when he challenged the authority of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. Yet you did the same. Definitely you never expected you could get away with it.”*

Saifunnisā Al Islam smiled ironically.
“I thought we are in a democratic system.”
“Sure,” Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan herself said ironically too, “But you are against it. You want to fail our democracy.”
“That’s the accusation, I think.” Saifunnisā Al Islam again ridiculed Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan.
“You still think you can face the charges of treason against you?”
Saifunnisā Al Islam said contemptuously.
“I want to expose you all. No democracy is being practiced here. If it were democracy here really, you were not establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah here.”

Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan smiled at Saifunnisā Al Islam ridiculing her.
“I hope you are intelligent enough to understand neither you have majority here, nor your supporters. The majority of Modern Democratic Årabia is not with you.”
“That’s what you think,”
“That’s what I know.” Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan smiled triumphantly confidently, “Even your Love Jihad has failed everywhere miserably. Each and every attempt of it is immediately detected everywhere before even a single success in it. The Pseudo Musalmīn culprits are losing their manhood forever as soon as they even imagine even to deceive the innocent non-Muslim girls. It’s not old times now. It’s Infinite BrāhmKalp, Sanā Kr’tyug. The sooner you understand the sooner you can save the manhood of the remaining Pseudo Musalmīn.”
“We refuse to let Yogi Āditýnāth be the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh.” Saifunnisā Al Islam said determinedly.
“Who are you to decide who will be the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh? Are you a citizen of India?” Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan looked at Saifunnisā Al Islam contemptuously.*

Yogi Bhāskarnāth was unable to understand how he could get rid of the ever-crazy Mujāhidāt that were having sex with him constantly on this or that pretext.
They just made him lie on his back undressed and straddled him one by one, fucking Yogi Bhāskarnāth despite his every effort to avoid it.
“We would never let you complete your Celibacy Practice, your so called Brahmcharý Sādhnā.” Al Jihad fil Islam said fucking Yogi Bhāskarnāth aggressively, “We don’t want another Yogi Āditýnāth.”
Yogi Bhāskarnāth could not do anything, except to lie there on his back and let them fuck him.
He understood actually, their Pseudo Musalmīn terrorist husbands had either lost their manhood completely, or losing their interest in sexual intercourse itself.
“Young ladies, you never understood our Celibacy Practice, our Brahmcharý Sādhnā.” Yogi Bhāskarnāth said, “You don’t want to let us become another Yogi Āditýnāth. But our Celibacy Practice, our Brahmcharý Sādhnā, doesn’t require other persons cooperation too. Even if you keep fucking us endlessly, our Celibacy Practice, our Brahmcharý Sādhnā, would never be discontinued. We aren’t having sex with you. You are having sex with us. We aren’t responsible for what you are doing with us. Our Celibacy Practice, our Brahmcharý Sādhnā, is discontinued only when we ourselves have sex with you.”*

Saifunnisā Al Islam looked at Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan.
“We aren’t fighting for democracy in Uttar Pradesh, India. We are fighting for Islam.”
“And Islam is against democracy?”
“Democracy isn’t Islam.” Saifunnisā Al Islam said curtly.
“On the contrary, Islam revived democracy in then Årab.” Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. “Al Qur’an Al Karīm never claimed Islam was a new religion. It was the same religion Hindus call Hinduism, Hindutv, adjusted properly to suit then Årab environment.”
“I don’t agree with you.” Saifunnisā Al Islam said contemptuously, “You love Hindu Lund entirely unashamed of you. That’s why you are resorting to these un-Islamic philosophies.”
“And you don’t love Hindu Lund?”
“Never. I hate Hindu Lund instead, on the quite contrary.”
“And that’s why you yourself went to Durgesh and fucked him.” Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan laughed sarcastically.
“That’s not the same thing you do.” Saifunnisā Al Islam said scornfully, “We need money for our Al Jihad fil Islam. Durgesh is the utmost richest multi zillionaire of our times. He is a moron to think he can change us from an Islamist into a so-called humanist. We challenge him to do it with us. The fact is Durgesh isn’t changing us. Instead, the more Durgesh fuck us Mujāhidāt the more he is converted to Islam.”
“And that’s why you so called Mujāhidāt keep fucking Durgesh?”
“Why shouldn’t we?”
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan smiled.
“I never said you shouldn’t. I said what you are doing is actually itself establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Have you ever realized it?”
Saifunnisā Al Islam smiled cunningly.
“Keep living in fools’ paradise as much as you please, Director of Security, Modern Democratic Årabia. We aren’t doing any such thing. Nevertheless, if you really think we are too establishing your dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, why the hell you call me a traitor? Are we not doing the same thing you are doing either knowingly or unknowingly?”

Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan looked at me complaining.
“Durgesh, you’ve fucked these so called Mujāhidāt too much. They are capable to argue rationally too.”
I smiled cunningly.
“Well, you can’t blame me, Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan, they are too beautiful to resist. Aren’t they?”
“Damn you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”
Saifunnisā Al Islam and I both laughed.
I looked at Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan gravely.
“Don’t blame me for it ever, Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan. I’d never stop it. Whatsoever the reason a woman has, or says to have, for having sex with me, the fact that she is having sex with me makes me her husband according to my morals.”
“Nonsense,”
“We Hindus believe in Vivāhāshŧakam and Ashŧmaithunam. I think it’s more humane to believe in these two principles. If you don’t agree with me, try to convince me why isn’t it so.”*

Shankar Mahāpralayankar rose from the blackjack table, smiled all round, threw the pretty croupier a large tip, and pocketed twenty gold five hundred dollar chips.
Ten thousand dollars.
Not bad for a fast half hour’s work while Fātimah Al Wahāb was sucking his Uncut Hindu Lund.
Durgesh never appreciated Shankar Mahāpralayankar for humiliating Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists even.
Let him not.
The humiliation of Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists pleased Shankar Mahāpralayankar always.
Fātimah Al Wahāb was still sucking Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Lund shamefully.
She couldn’t do anything.
Numerous females, houseladies of members of al-Qaeda, were forced to suck Uncut Hindu Lund publicly, not of Shankar Mahāpralayankar only, but other Hindus’ as well.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his followers were challenging not only Ayman al Zawahiri , his entire al-Qaeda instead.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar surveyed the crowded Las Vegas casino.
His dark eyes flicked back and forth amongst the assembled company.
The beautiful Musalmān houseladies in floral dresses exhibited surprising strength as their beautiful arms pulled firmly on the slot machines.
Florid faced couples, Hindu male Musalmān female strictly, none else, filled with excitement, picked up a fast eighty or ninety dollars at the roulette tables.
Strolling beautiful Musalmān houseladies of the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, blank eyes alert for the big spender Hindus.
The big spender Hindus themselves, in polyester leisure suits, screeched away in Middle American accents at the crap tables.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled.
Las Vegas always amused him.
They always cooperated whenever Shankar Mahāpralayankar wanted to humiliate Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists publicly in this way.
The hustle and the bustle.
The win and the loss.
The total fantasy of it all.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar loved to fuck Musalmān houseladies of the criminal/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn and terrorists right from the beginning.
As soon as he was capable of having sex, he enjoyed it with them too much.
“Stop it!”
“Never!” Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled cunningly even then.
“Stop it, I say,”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“I don’t,” Shankar Mahāpralayankar said notoriously, smiling.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar, no. I mean it, No!”
“Why not, you like it you say.”
“I don’t, I don’t. Oh, Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Ooooooh!”
It was always the same story.
No, Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Don’t do it, Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Don’t touch me there, Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
Yet, the story always had a happy ending.
As soon as Shankar Mahāpralayankar found the magic button, the Musalmān houseladies of the criminal/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn and terrorists stopped protesting.
The beautiful nude Musalmān legs opened in invitation and they hardly noticed when Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s immensely experienced fie upstanding Uncut Hindu Lund penetrated their Musalmān Choots
Shankar Mahāpralayankar, the Muslimātchod Hindu, was his nickname.
It was true that after Durgesh, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was the second ever successful young Hindu man that had screwed more Musalmān ass than anyone else, including Musalmīn even.
Even the Musalmīn were jealous of Durgesh and Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled when the Pseudo Musalmīn praised Durgesh in comparison with him.
Al Åbd Al Wahāb was the first Shankar Mahāpralayankar fucked in his ass when he praised Durgesh in comparison with him.
“Sālé, praising your Hindu father? Or your Hindu Jījū? Durgesh is fucking both your Ammīs and sisters now.”
Al Åbd Al Wahāb cried helplessly.
“Because you forced me to request Durgesh to fuck them. Otherwise, you and your ever communal Hindus had molested them. Neither I had another option, nor did my Musalmān houseladies.”
“How do you feel when you lick the optimum fucked Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān ass of your beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Al Åbd Al Wahāb?” Shankar Mahāpralayankar pushed his Uncut Hindu Lund again entirely into the ever feminine Musalmān ass of Al Åbd Al Wahāb.
Al Åbd Al Wahāb was feeling himself immensely humiliated.
Yet he couldn’t do anything.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was more powerful and he had every evidence against him.
If the police had those evidences, Al Åbd Al Wahāb was certainly hanged till his death.
He never wanted to die.
What’s wrong even if Durgesh is fucking his entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies?
Wasn’t that they themselves wanted to?
Abbū, Al Qahar Arraħīm Al Wahāb, was a devoted Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān.
Yet, what happened with him?
Osama bin Laden was killed but Abbū was captured by Shankar Mahāpralayankar, himself.
Osama bin Laden was born on 10 March 1957.
Abbū was entire ten years older than Osama bin Laden.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar deliberately captured Abbū alive and blackmailed his family and followers to immense degradation and humiliations.
It was still continued.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar, no!”
“Aw, c’mon, Al Qamar Annisā’. Let me just put it there, just next to you. I won’t put it in, I promise I won’t!”
“But Shankar Mahāpralayankar!”
“There. I told you. Doesn’t that feel good?”
“Mmmm, I guess. But don’t move, promise you won’t move.”
“’Course not. I just want to be next to you, that’s all.” Gently Shankar Mahāpralayankar eased his Hindu prick inside her Musalmān Cunt.
“What are you doing?” Al Qamar Annisā’ squealed.
“Just getting comfortable,” Shankar Mahāpralayankar replied, easing his hand down between her legs, feeing for the magic button.
Al Qamar Annisā’ gave a little sigh.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar had found it.
“Feel nice?” Shankar Mahāpralayankar inquired solicitously.
“Oh, yes, Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Oh, yes.”
All set.
No problem.
Keeping his fingers on target, Shankar Mahāpralayankar started to screw Al Qamar Annisā’ properly.*

Al Qamar Annisā’ didn’t object.
Instead, she smiled cunningly.
She wasn’t stupid enough not to know what Shankar Mahāpralayankar was doing.
After all Al Qamar Annisā’ was a mujāhidah of al-Qaeda.
She understood more than even the other members of al-Qaeda suspected.
She knew it wasn’t any Al Jihad fil Islam at all.
It was an outright Årab Imperialism.
If it was really an Al Jihad fil Islam, why the Islamic State of Al Baghdadi is trying to defeat al-Qaeda in Pseudo Islamic terrorism?
Right from the moment Ħazrat Muåāwiyah started to send strategic news of Al Jihad fil Islam to the Kħalīfah, Caliph in power those days, the downfall of Islam and the rise of Pseudo Islam had started.
No, Ħazrat Muåāwiyah never reported anything wrong.
He reported actually what Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd did.
Yet, Ħazrat Muåāwiyah never reported in detail what positive Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd did.
He reported in quite detail what wrong Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd ever did.
It was never a wrong reporting.
Yet, it was never an entirely unbiased reporting too.
It was a very clever, very shrewd strategic reporting that ultimately resulted in the removal of Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar knew how to please a woman that was so devoted to her cause.
He had been taught by Durgesh himself how to find the magic button.
It was a lesson Shankar Mahāpralayankar was forever grateful for.
It gave him an edge over the other Hindus.
Right from the beginning of the era when Ħazrat Muåāwiyah was coming into power, it was a game of cats, dogs and rats, whether strategic or entirely unashamed open.
No, Ħazrat Muåāwiyah himself never promoted the persons who were involved in kidnapping and selling of beautiful Musalmān houseladies to Hindus.
The Hindus were living in India that was called Golden Bird then.*

Shankar Mahāpralayankar was proud of himself for being at least second Hindu the beautiful Musalmān houseladies of criminal/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn and terrorists were crazy of.
Durgesh was the first, no doubt.
Nevertheless, his morals were somewhat different from Durgesh.
Even numerous of his Hindu friends and followers thought all there was to screwing beautiful Musalmān houseladies of criminal/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn and terrorists was a fast shove.
After Durgesh, Shankar Mahāpralayankar also knew it was just as important to make them like it, want it, and even beg for it.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was proud of Al Qamar Annisā’ that she laughed when her family disowned her.
“I sympathize with my family persons.” Al Qamar Annisā’ smiled now fucking Shankar Mahāpralayankar herself.
“As I do?” Al Sidrah Al Aħmad smiled proudly with utmost conference in herself.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar laughed.
“The reasons are different, Al Sidrah Al Aħmad.”
“I know.” Al Sidrah Al Aħmad smiled bravely, “You too are against my life style. Nevertheless, I’m neither discouraged nor even a bit ashamed of it.”
Professor Doctor Rām Chandr Shukl was fucking Al Sidrah Al Aħmad now.
Despite the fact that Professor Doctor Rām Chandr Shukl never appreciated the life style Al Sidrah Al Aħmad had adopted he believed in the freedom for everyone, including Al Sidrah Al Aħmad too, of course.
He had read the Renouncement of Al Sidrah Al Aħmad by her family ultimately.
Unlike Al Qamar Annisā’ Al Sidrah Al Aħmad’s family didn’t disown her immediately.
Her family gave her even more than fifty years to return to the basic moral values of Islam.
Yet Al Sidrah Al Aħmad never cared for it.
She continued to live her ever-irresponsible life towards her family reputation.
Al Sidrah Al Aħmad continued to fuck every Hindu male she came in contact even if he was a peon, driver, servant, whatsoever the hell that Hindu male was.

Chapter 10
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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 8

Posted: August 14, 2014 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī, Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, Dr. Tasnīm Jamāl, Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr, Durgesh, Feminism, Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Times, HVS Law Internationals, Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, Imran Khan, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad Tahir ul Qadri, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Narendr Modi, Narendra Modi, Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā, Seven Movements, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Suraiyā Ibrāhīm, The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Ħāfizah Ashraf | Leave a comment

Chapter 8

Durgesh Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī

Durgesh Dr. Saåīdah Qamar

I looked at Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.

“Well, the will is a public document. It can be read by anyone after probate. Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, didn’t want, naturally, to invite speculation about his relationship with Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.”

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī grimaced.

“Everyone isn’t as bold as you are.”

“What do you mean?”

“You never tried to hide your relationships with women until and unless the women themselves requested you to do so.”

“Well, Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq had allowed Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī to keep it clandestine. It was their personal matter.”

“Speculation!” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī chuckled, “The old hypocrite. Everyone knows Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī kept her from day one. He must have left her something in the will too.”

“Well, you know he didn’t leave Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq nothing. It’s only that Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq isn’t in his will. Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq was provided for a year before the death of Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, at the beginning of his last illness.”

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me apprehensively.

“I made his will for our firm HVS Law Internationals. Still Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī never told me what he gave to Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.”

“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is trying to know asking you every now and then, you told me.” I was grave now, “It’s better you don’t know it.”

“Well, I want to know it myself.”

“I promised Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī and Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq, both, never to tell it to anyone. I’m sorry it wouldn’t be right for me to go into that, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī. There is a confidentiality in a relationship between─”

“I know, I know,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī interrupted, “I just wondered how he felt about Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq at the end. Did he leave her the flat?”

“What if he did? Why Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is interested in it?” I said somewhat curtly, “It wasn’t Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s money. It wasn’t his flat. His father Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī built it with his own money. Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī could give him to any black thief even if he wanted to. Tell him if he tries to know again, it’s none of his business.”

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.

“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī suspects you fucked Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq even while his father, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, was alive.”

“The only person that could object it was Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, not Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I said curtly, “Tell the stupid not to interfere with my affairs. Otherwise, even his Ammī wouldn’t be capable to save him.”

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.

“I’ve already advised the bastard accordingly.*

I looked at her.
“Damn it, Ħāfizah Ashraf, that’s one of you, my beloveds’, daughter you’re talking about. I want her here.”

“One of us, your beloveds’, daughter? I saw how she was looking at you! Not very daughterly, Durgesh.”

“Ħāfizah Ashraf ─”

“NO! You know I wanted you to fuck me out there by the pool, for reason. You just don’t want to share my attention. She’s such a homely dorky little thing anyway.”

I stared at Ħāfizah Ashraf gravely.
“Let me remind you, Ħāfizah Ashraf, you are my friend’s daughter actually, not a cook. You are living here with me only acting as my cook. Your Abbū, my friend, left you here only to help me for cooking until he didn’t find a suitable cook for me. You lied to him that the Musalmān terrorists were seeking you because they thought you are living in relationship with me, erroneously. My friend thought you are safer here with me in that case, than with him. I suspected your intentions ab initio. That’s why when you fucked me while I was sleeping; we have a Close Circuit TV recording of everything what you did with me.”
Ħāfizah Ashraf smiled.
“And you think, my Abbū, never knew what I was after?”
“Well?”
“He knows everything.”
Silence followed.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm made a lot of noise as she came down the last few steps and turned into the kitchen.
I was pouring a juice for me and Ħāfizah Ashraf’s back was turned.
The air vibrated with tension.
I looked up and I was graver.

“Suraiyā Ibrāhīm cat, you look ─” I left my sentence incomplete.

Ħāfizah Ashraf turned to see and her mouth dropped open.
Suraiyā Ibrāhīm thought it was the closest she would ever come to a Cinderella Moment.
I walked over to her taking in every inch of her skin hugging, low cut, sophisticated black dress.
I reached out and fingered the delicate string of pearls.
My knuckles brushed her collarbone and sent goose bumps racing across her skin.
Then I turned and stuck my arm out like a proper gentleman.

“Madame, may I escort you to dinner?”

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm giggled at the unexpected joke and took my arm.
We strolled into the dining room leaving Ħāfizah Ashraf standing in the kitchen with her mouth hanging open.
I pulled her chair out and slid it under her, then seated myself.
Ħāfizah Ashraf stomped in the room with dinner plates.
She slammed down the chicken Caprese in front of Suraiyā Ibrāhīm and me so hard, our silverware rattled.
She left and returned with three glasses and started pouring sweet tea.

“This looks delicious, Ħāfizah Ashraf.” Suraiyā Ibrāhīm said trying to break the remaining tension.

“Oh thank you, dear,” Ħāfizah Ashraf replied with barely hidden sarcasm. “I’m sure you just love LOOKING at things.”

“Ħāfizah Ashraf!” my voice was raised. “Thank you for all your hard work today. Why don’t you take the night off? I think the robot maid can do the cleaning up.”

Ħāfizah Ashraf turned to me, silent, eyes wide.

“Good night, Ħāfizah Ashraf.” my voice was deep and threatening.

Ħāfizah Ashraf stood, unmoving, for a long uncomfortable Moment and then rushed out slamming every door on her way.*

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī enquired again.
“Did Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī let Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq keep her condo?”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked you it too?”
“He is very inquisitive.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī looked at me gravely.
“I see. Try to squeeze him more why he is so inquisitive? Have any idea?”
“Not until now.”
“Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī gave the condo to Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq years ago. Moreover, he made Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq a cash settlement too. A generous cash settlement. She is already living in comfort herself.”
“I see,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī digested the information.
It wasn’t easy to get any information from me about my clientele if it weren’t utmost necessary for her to know.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was my associate attorney, as well as my live in relationship partner too, yet my clientele’s privacy was still a sacred thing I always guarded carefully.
That was why my clientele have faith in me more than they had in other lawyers, consultants and sex therapists.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was too inquisitive.
“How much of the estate did Abbū leave me, ma’am, actually?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī had regarded him apprehensively.
“As I said the bulk of it. About the three quarters of it went to your sister, Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī.”
“Well, it isn’t any surprise. He never hid he thought Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī Bājī more efficient than I am. We differed only in one matter. Abbū claimed it was her own intelligence and I claimed it was Durgesh that was guiding her.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī retorted.
It wasn’t Al Nādir Al Ghāzī alone that attributed the Musalmān women’s intelligence to Durgesh, almost the entire Musalmān mankind did it.
Because it was a fact?
Well, somewhat it was true even, yet not to the extent, they claimed.
The Musalmān womankind herself wasn’t as stupid as they thought.
“How much?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked.
“To Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī?”
“To me.”
“I should estimate─ a worth of over a billion dollars.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī sat down.
“Give me the rest of it, please,”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī couldn’t decide Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was really polite or he was especially polite to her because she was associated with Durgesh.
“What about the newspapers?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked patiently.
“Well, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, your Abbū, gave most of the newspapers to your elder sister, Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī. But there are still five left.”
“I’m interested in only one,” said Al Nādir Al Ghāzī patiently, yet with obvious efforts now to keep his patience, “The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Abbū’s flagship paper. The others are not rags. Yet, The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, that’s important. I agreed with Abbū that I would let him give his three quarters of estate to Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī Bājī if he gives The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah to me. He left me that, didn’t he?”
“Ah, yes,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī fumbled with the pages of the document, “Yes, I was about to get to that.”*

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was impatient, but he didn’t want to show his impatience to Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Seven Movements Musalmān Beauties Brigade was constantly advertising everywhere deliberately that the Musalmān mankind was always impatient not to understand anything ever.
They always acted without trying to understand the entire things their opponents wanted to hide from them ever under their well-guarded secret strategy.
That’s why their brain never developed optimum.
The Musalmān womankind had always to live under their never understanding Musalmān mankind.
It was necessary therefore to use their brain as much as it was possible for them.
That’s why their brain developed more than the brain of their Musalmān mankind.
It was the matter of survival for the Musalmān womankind.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī always tried his best to prove this claim wrong.
He controlled himself.
“What’s there to get to?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī tried to smile, “It’s my Abbū’s one possession that matters to me utmost. That paper made him famous, until he became inattentive. I grew up on that paper. I know what to do with it. It is mine now, isn’t it?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī enjoyed the situation.
Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī knew his son’s inhumane terrorist intentions.
He also knew Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was dying to fulfill them through The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
He wasn’t intelligent enough to understand that it became famous not due to its excellent journalism.
It represented Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ever infamous Seven Movements instead, clandestinely.
It was advertised orally everywhere by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Seven Movements Brigade.
They always purchased it.
They always advertised it.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never understood behind every successful newspaper and news channel there was a well-organized political organization represented by it, clandestinely.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī turned the pages of the will.
“Well, as to that, yes and no,” she said.
She found what she wanted and reread it to herself.
“Concerning The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, there is a restrictive clause.”
“I see. What’s that?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was surprised to find Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was still patient.
He still wasn’t impatient even a bit.
It was a miraculous positive change in Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī has died waiting for it.
Nevertheless, ultimately Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī had succeeded to improve his otherwise rotten son to behave more intelligent for his own success.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī praised Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī genuinely but not openly.
She doubted Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s apparent patience heavily.
“Your Abbū bequeathed the newspaper to you but there is a restrictive condition.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī said patiently.
“What condition?”
“It’s an odd clause.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched Al Nādir Al Ghāzī carefully, “I remember when he inserted it.”
“Let’s come to the point.”
“You’re to have The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, of course. But conditionally, for a trial year. During that year you must at some point exceed the daily circulation of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times. If you can do that just once, the paper is yours permanently. If you fail, the newspaper must perforce be sold to Dr. Saåīdah Qamar of the Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times. Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had made your Abbū an offer some months before his death. Yet, of course, that clause is inoperative if…”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could not listen to her anymore.
His immediate reaction was,
‘The bastard Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot lover pervert. He always loved to lick Musalmān Cunts and female Musalmān ass, and clean them, after Durgesh fucked them. He was suffering from cancer and he believed it would cure him. Coincidentally he really was cured. The ever superstitious damn fool believed it was due to what he was doing, licking and cleaning the beautiful Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān ass of his beautiful Musalmān houseladies after Durgesh fucked them. Even Durgesh said it was a coincidence only. Yet he never believed Durgesh even. He believed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan instead that was already running ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement’. He was a pervert bastard that was supported by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. He succeeded because his success was beneficial to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. He didn’t have any talent whatsoever as it’s claimed everywhere.’

Yet, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī didn’t say it.
Instead, he said.
“Abbū always thought Dr. Saåīdah Qamar more intelligent than me, his own son. I’m glad that at least he gave me my chance. I have to prove myself more intelligent than Abbū’s real younger sister, my aunt, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar Buā? Okay.”*

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr.
It was more than obvious, Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr was worried.
“Narendr has promised to do everything he can.” Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr said.
“I don’t think he can do very much. The Pakistani High Commissioner deliberately did it and I am sure Narendr Modi would never tolerate it.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar said gravely.
Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr clenched her fist.
“The separatists once more succeeded in keeping Pakistan separate from mainstream. Nawaz Sharif tried his best, but Imran Khan and Muħammad Tahir ul Qadri found it detrimental to their own political career.”*

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī looked at Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
“Your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, was immensely influenced by Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr. Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr was actually his friend, philosopher and guide.”
“That was the actual problem the most of the Musalmīn hated my Abbū.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said scornfully.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled sarcastically.
“I don’t think so, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Your Abbū was a more respected figure among journalists than you can even imagine.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī controlled himself.
Allah, how the hell he forgot Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was an ardent fan of Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr and Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā both.
Despite the fact that Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr and Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā never married they were one of the most successful couples of Global fame.
They had ten sons.
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was the eldest of the ten sons Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā and Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr had.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was proud of herself that she meticulously succeeded in keeping her live in relationship with me clandestine.
Her shrewd co wives, Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Dr. Tasnīm Jamāl were themselves not born yesterday.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was thirty-three now.
Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was thirty two, Dr. Tasnīm Jamāl was thirty one and Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was too around somewhere the same age group.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had found Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī to grab my Uncut Hindu Lund every now and then playfully.
It was really a miracle to her that none of the both had still succeeded in having sex with me formally, despite the long three years that had passed.
It was difficult to decide among them who was more beautiful and cunning.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was the one actually.
She was sucking me now, giving me an extraordinary blowjob.
“Hey Durgesh, you got an itch there?” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar joked.

“Why? You want to scratch it?” I teased her back.

“Hey, you’re being bad, now.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar mockingly replied.

“Oh, I think you can handle it,” and I gave Dr. Saåīdah Qamar the big grin, one more in a series of them we’d seemed to share.

“I don’t know, let’s see,” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar said and leaned toward me in my chair holding my hands out and motioning to me.

“Huh?” I wasn’t sure where Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was headed.

“Come here and sit up,” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar instructed, and when I did, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my right hand into her hands and turned it so it faced palm forward and fingers up.
I looked at Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was close enough now to smell my musky and distinctive scent.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar held my hand up with her left hand and then she pressed her right hand against mine.

In a low voice, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked me in the eyes and slowly said, “Durgesh, I think you’re right. … I think I can handle it.”

There was no mistake what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar meant.

There was no longer a smile on either of our faces, but there was an intensity and closeness ready to explode.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar then surprised me, saying,
“There’s a bathroom in the pool house if you need to use it. I’m gonna get some more beer out of there to take in the house.”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at me with a grin as Dr. Saåīdah Qamar stood, not saying a word.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar must have been out of her mind, because Dr. Saåīdah Qamar tugged the wrap from my waist and just let it fall to the ground, leaving her little bikini facing me and just inches from my face.
I paused and let me stare.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar then turned and walked up toward the pool house.

What was Dr. Saåīdah Qamar thinking?
From inside, if anyone had been looking, it’d have been like Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was taking it off right there in my face, teasing me and working me up all the more.
And then, when Dr. Saåīdah Qamar walked up toward the pool house, well …for me to just shake her tight Musalmān ass back and forth, knowing good and well I was looking.
It probably would’ve looked even obscene.
Nevertheless, no one was looking.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar got inside the pool house and it was dark, given the late afternoon/ early evening time.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar didn’t turn on a light, and she didn’t hear if I was coming in behind her.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar just made her way to the room in the back that did have some light barely shining through.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar still didn’t hear me coming inside the pool house.
Yet, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar didn’t turn around or pause.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was confident there was no question I was coming in the house and coming into this bathroom.
I was coming for Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar realized.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked into the mirror and smiled at my reflection, “you are really, really a bad girl.”

Then Dr. Saåīdah Qamar jumped.
She was startled by seeing me now standing behind Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
We were looking now at each other in our reflections.

Nothing was said as I moved closer behind Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my utmost experienced Hindu hands on her perfectly round, firm, gorgeous, ever glamorous, heavy, big, plump, excellent, exquisite, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks and then my Hindu male lips on her neck.
My lips kissed gently at her neck as my arms enveloped Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
My arms held Dr. Saåīdah Qamar close to me and for the first time Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was aware of my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund pressing her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt the contour of it in her shorts as it snaked down my leg.
I felt very hard.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar raised her hands up over her head to reach behind her for my face and hair, stroking me and letting me have unfettered access to her top.
I reached around, and in one motion, I rubbed under the bikini top and had my hands on her bare Musalmān tits.
They were just a little bigger than my handfuls, but the nipples were large and thick.
They got thicker as I rubbed her beautiful Musalmān tits and pulled on her nipples, making Dr. Saåīdah Qamar hum.

After I had had my way with her beautiful Musalmān tits for a while, I wanted to know the effect I was having on the thirty-three years old, young, extremely beautiful, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
I was grateful to her husband that he suspected his entire extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives were having extramarital affair with me.
It was not so then.
Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī were only teasing him grabbing my Uncut Hindu Lund before him, but Dr. Saåīdah Qamar wasn’t doing even that.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar did it when her husband actually deserted them on erroneous suspicions.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my right hand in the both of her hands and slowly moved it down her front, never letting it leave her soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān skin.
My rugged and calloused hand was a nice contrast to her young soft Musalmān skin, as we both watched what she was doing in the mirror.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar stopped my hand with her right hand, as it cupped her tummy.
I pressed slightly feeling her softness there.
Then, when she was sure I had my eyes looking in the mirror at my hand right above her crotch, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my left hand and pulled open her bikini bottom, pulling it down somewhat in the process.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let me see the blondish-brown curls nestled atop her special little place down there.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar then looked into my eyes in the reflection, as her right hand pushed my right hand on downward until my palm cupped her beautiful mound.
I definitely did press forward then.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let my head fall back on the nook between her shoulder and neck when Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt those thick Uncut Hindu Lund wiggle at her Musalmān gash.

I felt her juices soak my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar moaned a low and throaty response as I worked my Uncut Hindu Lund over and around her pussy lips, then plunging it inside her.

“AAAAHHHH…” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar groaned as I plundered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot unrestricted.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar bucked against my Uncut Hindu Lund, and I obliged Dr. Saåīdah Qamar by pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper, using my thumb to graze over her hard clit.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was as turned on as she had ever been before.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar didn’t care now, if the entire world watched, because this was what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar wanted and what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar needed.
She had to have me.

I sensed this, as Dr. Saåīdah Qamar released her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot from my Uncut Hindu Lund, and then pushed her upper torso forward so that her upper body was now lying over the tile counter.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt her legs spread her stance apart, shifting her legs. Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let out a little crying sound at the feeling of being totally in my control and bent over to my will.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked up into the mirror and I disappeared behind her, descending out-of-view.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked straight ahead.
She was close to the mirror and my reflection, wondering what was to come next.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my hands at her smooth pink Musalmān thighs, a gentle lifting motion putting her a little higher onto the counter.
I was basically doing what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar wanted to her, and her body was completely mine to have.

It was then that Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my Uncut Hindu Lund nudge between her legs from behind and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my Uncut Hindu Lund touch her ravenous Musalmān clit.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let out a yelp at the surprise of this.
and then Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my Uncut Hindu Lund trace slowly from the front of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, into and onto the lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and pull back up into her backside.
I rubbed at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot two or three times , dragging my Uncut Hindu Lund through her as she groaned.
I was tasting juices around my Uncut Hindu Lund that were flowing freely.
There was a pause where Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt nothing for a moment and then Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt me drag my Uncut Hindu Lund from the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot slowly up the crack of her beautiful Musalmān ass.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had never felt anything like that before and the sheer wantonness of it made her come and come hard, as I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund around her Musalmān asshole and poked at her puckered Musalmān hole.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was dizzy with the sensations.
I again moved away from Dr. Saåīdah Qamar for a moment.
I stood and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar saw me behind her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at me in the mirror, and as our eyes met, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar winked mischievously.
I silently nodded.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund with her right hand and placed the head of it to her labial lips back there.
My left hand rested on her back, in effect keeping Dr. Saåīdah Qamar pinned.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar liked the sense of not having any control whatsoever, and I knew what was coming.
Her juices flowed.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar traced the unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lundhead back and forth, up and down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty-three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips spreading her juices around and getting her good and ready.

After some of this teasing, I pushed a couple of inches inside of Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took in a deep breath, gasping loudly.
The thickness of my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund was something she was enjoying since past three years.
Thank goodness, I always knew what I was doing.
I let Dr. Saåīdah Qamar once more get used to me, only moving again once her opening had relaxed somewhat.

It was while I was gently rocking back and forth inside of Dr. Saåīdah Qamar that she did relax more.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar surprised me when she pushed back against me.
Even so, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar couldn’t get me more than half way inside on that push.
Nevertheless, it was the move I’d waited on.
Because I pulled back after a moment until I was just about out.
We caught each other’s look again in the mirror, and in that instant, I knew what was coming. I wondered if maybe─ just maybe─ she’d finally overdone it.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar thrust her perfectly round, firm, gorgeous, ever glamorous, heavy, big, plump, excellent, exquisite, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks hard against me and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar cried out.
It was both pain and intense pleasure, as I bore into Dr. Saåīdah Qamar with long powerful Hindu strokes.

I was now fucking Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and fucking Dr. Saåīdah Qamar hard.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had no control or movement to it, instead I held her on to the counter and I took Dr. Saåīdah Qamar repeatedly.
I was incredibly hard and filled Dr. Saåīdah Qamar up with each downstroke.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar made noises and groaned, and I distinctly remembered the expression “fucking like animals”—this is what it was.
Just primal pounding of Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and me going at it, and nothing but our panting and the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room.
None knew how long it continued similarly.

The orgasms and sensations flowed over her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar thought Dr. Saåīdah Qamar might really pass out. After a while, I was close and I pushed in deeper.
I was close and I held my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund deepest in her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, extremely lovely, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar fell to her knees, facing opposite me.
Her beautiful, extremely enticing, extremely lovely, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks fitted my nude Hindu lap optimum.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked behind at me.
I looked down at her, and then with my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund between us I pumped it into her.
My come shot into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
After the first few threads, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar closed her labial lips around my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking the last drops from my thick head, her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes locked to mine.
We both were now savoring our intense love for each other.
She never knew she loved and needed me so much.
Allah!

Chapter 9
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GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 19

Posted: August 3, 2014 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Bachhalyās, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs. | Tags: Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Brahmkanyās, Brāhmañ girls love a Bachhalyā, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Rādhā Pandit, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Umā Dīxit | Leave a comment

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh Rādhā Pandit
Durgesh Umā Dīxit

Chapter 19

Rādhā Pandit‘s hand was slowly stroking me with a tight grip.
A clear drop formed on the tip of my Bachhalyā Cock as her tongue made slow circles on the glands.
Rādhā Pandit was bringing the tip of her Pandit tongue to the clear Bachhalyā drop, licking it; the pulling away causing a thin string of pre cum to stretch between my hard Bachhalyā Cock and her beautiful Pandit mouth.
Rādhā Pandit smiled.
She was of course lucky to have this great Bachhalyā Prick.
It was now very much in demand among countless extraordinary Musalmān Beauties, Christian Beauties, Jew Beauties, atheist Beauties and Brāhmañ Beauties too.
Rādhā Pandit rolled her tongue in her mouth savoring the taste then moved her mouth towards my Bachhalyā Cock in earnest.
She took first the head then most of my Bachhalyā shaft into her warm wet Pandit mouth.
She sucked slow deep deliberate strokes.
Rādhā Pandit was taking me deeper each time.
Watching her extremely beautiful Pandit head bobbing between my Bachhalyā legs with my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, at my side; was almost surreal.
Yet it was true.
It was happening.

I had always told Umā Dīxit that the one and only bad part of a blowjob is that I can’t kiss her as I cum.
Therefore, as Rādhā Pandit expertly sucked my throbbing Bachhalyā Cock Umā Dīxit kissed me passionately.
She broke our kiss and whispered in my ear.
“Watch this.”
Umā Dīxit moved down to my balls and started to suck them as Rādhā Pandit’s head kept bobbing on my Bachhalyā shaft.
She then joined Umā Dīxit.
Each of them was with a Bachhalyā ball in the extremely beautiful Brāhmañ mouth, sucking me hard.

I groaned deeply and watched as they both started to lick up my Bachhalyā shaft.
Rādhā Pandit’s red Pandit lips were on one side and Umā Dīxit’s pink lips were on the other.
Their both Brāhmañ tongues were licking my aching Bachhalyā rod.
Then they did it.
They both tilted their extremely beautiful Brāhmañ heads towards me and their lips and tongues touched with my hard Bachhalyā Cock between them.
Keeping their extremely beautiful Brāhmañ lips pressed together, forming a tunnel that my Bachhalyā Cock passed through, as their tongues licked my Bachhalyā shaft, causing every nerve ending to spark to life at once.

I could feel my Bachhalyā balls start to tighten and I moaned.
“Rādhā Pandit, Umā Dīxit, mérī Brāhmañ Chhammak Chhallos, I’m getting close.”
As my breathing got shallow and quick, Umā Dīxit moved up to kiss me as Rādhā Pandit sucked me deep into her Pandit mouth again.
Umā Dīxit whispered directing my gaze at her friend.
“I had to promise her your first Bachhalyā load to get her here tonight. It was one of her two conditions.”
Then she kissed me deeply.
She broke our kiss and I watched her put her hand on the back of Rādhā Pandit’s head urging her deeper.
She wrapped her long slender Dīxit fingers around my Bachhalyā Cock and started to stroke me quickly into Rādhā Pandit’s Brāhmañ mouth.
“Come on Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā, give it to her. Shoot your hot Bachhalyā load between her red Brāhmañ lips.”
I could feel my Bachhalyā body tighten as my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, continued to stroke my Bachhalyā Cock into her friend’s exquisite Brāhmañ mouth.
I tried to hold off a few seconds longer trying to make it last.
Then there was a sudden jerk of my hips.
Umā Dīxit called out,
“Here it comes, Rādhā Pandit.”
Then Umā Dīxit kissed me passionately.
I could feel Rādhā Pandit’s Pandit lips tighten around the Bachhalyā shaft of my Bachhalyā Cock as I erupted.
Pumping what felt like a quart of hot Bachhalyā cum into the mouth of my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s redhead Pandit friend.
I could hear Rādhā Pandit gulping to swallow as surge after Bachhalyā surge hit the back of her Pandit throat.

As our kiss broke I looked into my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, ice blue eyes as she smiled at me.
“Rādhā Pandit is one of the good Bachhalyā Cock suckers Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs of yours, isn’t she, Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā?”

I nodded as I looked down at Rādhā Pandit.
Drops of pearl white Bachhalyā cum were still clinging to her Pandit lips.
Her eyes were watering, as Rādhā Pandit squeezed my still throbbing Bachhalyā Cock, milking out the last drop.
“I almost couldn’t handle it all.” Rādhā Pandit acknowledged softly.
“See, I told you,” laughed Umā Dīxit. “Here let me help you.”
As she leaned towards Rādhā Pandit, I was speechless and stunned at what was about to happen.
Umā Dīxit put her long fingers under Rādhā Pandit’s chin, lifted her exquisite Pandit face and kissed her full on the lips licking my Bachhalyā cum from them.
Their tongues probing each other’s exquisite Brāhmañ mouth as their kiss lingered.
I could feel my Bachhalyā Cock start to twitch back to life.

Rādhā Pandit looked at my Bachhalyā Cock as it started to swell again and said.
“I think Durgesh likes seeing us share his Bachhalyā cum. Let’s keep doing it.”
Umā Dīxit just nodded in affirmation licking a drop of my Bachhalyā cum from her lower Pandit lip.
Their hands moved slowly over each other’s body.
Neither of them had done this before so it was new to all of us.
Rādhā Pandit seemed to be bolder than my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit was, as she drew Umā Dīxit’s nipple between her lips causing her to gasp at the sensation.
I was not going to let an opportunity like this pass so I slowly moved between my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, legs, removed her thong panties and placed her Dīxit legs over my Bachhalyā shoulders.
Rādhā Pandit started lightly to lick the puffy folds of Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ Pussy lips.
Umā Dīxit sighed softly as Rādhā Pandit’s tongue worked its way between her folds with long slow broad licks from back to front, causing her body to tighten, tremble, in anticipation.

I soon started making circles around her hard little Dīxit clit with the tip of my Bachhalyā Cock .
This combined with the unfamiliar sensations of having Rādhā Pandit licking and sucking her nipples soon had my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, hurdling towards the brink of orgasm.

Her back arched and her legs tightened around Rādhā Pandit’s neck pressing her Brāhmañ mound to her mouth.
She cried out.
“Hey Bhagvān … Oh, Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā, fuck me. That’s good!”
Her moans and cries were soon muffled by Rādhā Pandit placing her mouth on her, as she continued to knead Umā Dīxit’s big beautiful tits.
My wife’s friend’s, Umā Dīxit’s, Dīxit body convulsed.
Bucking her hips and quaking, as wave after orgasmic wave coursed through her body, leaving gasping for air with ragged breaths.

Eating my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, Brāhmañ Pussy and bringing her to a strong orgasm has always been one of Rādhā Pandit’s favorite things, but doing this, while I kissed her tits and kissed her lips, was beyond anything I could imagine.
My Bachhalyā Cock was as hard as an iron bar, and I knew right where I wanted to put it.

Rādhā Pandit was on her knees beside my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit.
Umā Dīxit was still trying to catch her breath panting from the series of powerful orgasms that had just wracked her body.
Neither of them was paying very close attention to me until they realized that I had positioned myself behind Rādhā Pandit’s kneeling Pandit body.

Rādhā Pandit was startled as I grabbed her Pandit buttocks in my strong hands holding her fast.
Umā Dīxit, from where she was sitting; could see my face.
She had seen that look before, and knew that her friend was in for one hell of a Bachhalyā ride.

Rādhā Pandit gasped as her panties were torn from her Pandit body with one quick snap of my wrist.
She had always seen me as a gentleman, kind and polite.
This side of me was new to her, but she wanted me now.
She was going to get me.

Rādhā Pandit sighed, looked at Umā Dīxit for guidance, but all Umā Dīxit could do was looking her right in the eyes and say.
“You, my dear Pandit Beauty, are about to get fucked by the ever ravenous Bachhalyā, savagely.”

I pressed my aching Bachhalyā Cock against Rādhā Pandit’s wet hot Brāhmañ Pussy, and felt her muscles slowly start to give way.
Once I had the tip of my Bachhalyā Cock in her, she was mine.
She moaned and gasped as I pushed my Bachhalyā Cock deeper into her stretching Brāhmañ Pussy walls until my Bachhalyā balls rested against her exquisite Pandit Brāhmañ ass.
I withdrew my Bachhalyā Cock until just the tip was still in her and pushed it into her again with one motion, slow and deep.
The next time was a bit faster, and the time after faster yet.
It was until I was pounding her Brāhmañ Pussy from behind as hard as I could.
My Bachhalyā thighs were slapping against her, with each Bachhalyā thrust, sending rippling shockwave across her pretty Pandit ass.

Rādhā Pandit was screaming and moaning as my Bachhalyā Cock assaulted her Brāhmañ Pussy.
Her Pandit body was writhing beneath me as she made guttural sounds as she begged.
“Oh fuck me Durgesh! Hey Bhagvān… Please fuck me harder! Oh yes … OH…OH FUCK!” Her breathing only came in gasps and her back arched as I reached for her bouncing pillowy tits, pinching her nipples as I franticly fucked Rādhā Pandit.

This is when Umā Dīxit returned the favor, slid under Rādhā Pandit’s bouncing Pandit tits, and sucked them while I pressed my Bachhalyā Prick fucking Rādhā Pandit to a new level.
Rādhā Pandit threw back her head causing her deep red Mane of hair to fly to one side.
“Oh fuck … oh .. oh .. oh .. OOOOOH … I’m cumming … OH FUCK me, Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā !” Her Pandit body quivered and shook beneath me as jolts of orgasmic pleasure shot through her.
Rādhā Pandit’s Brāhmañ Pussy gripped my thrusting Bachhalyā shaft as I pulled her on my Bachhalyā Cock.

Her Brāhmañ Pussy was so tight and wet gripping me, holding me deep inside her.
I felt like my Bachhalyā loins were on fire as my balls tightened and I gushed my hot Bachhalyā seed deepest into Rādhā Pandit’s Pandit Brāhmañ womb.

All the three of us felt the effects of our salacious adventures so far so we decided to take a break and have a glass of juice.

The Brāhmañ girls went to the bedroom and adjusted what little they had on.
Rādhā Pandit adjusted the cups of her corset so they acted like a shelf bra leaving both of her nipples totally exposed.

We sat, drank our juice and talked for a while.
There was a lot of banter between the Brāhmañ girls.
“Have you ever done that before?” Umā Dīxit asked.
Rādhā Pandit replied.
“Never in my life! Durgesh is the utmost fast worker, I admit.”
Then I had an idea.
“What we need is a little competition to see which of the two of you Brāhmañ Beauties gets my attention next.”
“What do you have in mind?” Umā Dīxit asked.
“Yeah, what kind of competition are you thinking about?” Inquired Rādhā Pandit also, with a sly smile.
“Oh, Brāhmañ Beauties, don’t worry there really aren’t any losers in my idea.”
“OK I’m in.” Chirped my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit.
“Me too.” Added Rādhā Pandit.
“OK … Wait right here. I’ll be right back.”
I quickly went into the bedroom, and returned almost as quickly.
“OK … Who picks first?”
“Rādhā Pandit can.” said Umā Dīxit.
“OK, Rādhā Pandit, which hand do you want right or left.” I asked holding my hands behind my back.”
“Right,” she answered.
“Right it is. So Umā Dīxit, you get the left.” I brought my hands from behind my back.
In each my hand there was a vibrator.
In the right hand was a smooth eight inch very powerful brown vibrator.
In the left was a seven inch black vibrator with the added little clit stimulating bunny on top.
Umā Dīxit asked.
“What are we supposed to do with these?”
I laughed.
“You don’t know?”
“Well, we are not your much experienced Musalmān Beauties. You know. What’s your idea, wise Bachhalyā Piyā?”
“Well, both of you sit on the couch and get comfortable. I will kneel between the two of you and insert the vibrators that you have chosen. I will adjust them as instructed by you, and the one who cums first wins.”
“What do we win?” asked Rādhā Pandit.
“The winner gets to do what I say, the looser gets to watch.”
“Sounds like fun either way.” said Umā Dīxit.
Umā Dīxit and Rādhā Pandit sat on the couch side by side, as I positioned myself between them.
The view was amazing.
Two beautiful Brāhmañ Beauties with their legs spread and pure lust in their eyes as I eased the vibrators into their waiting Brāhmañ Pussies.
Once they were in, I hit the switches as close to simultaneously as I could, causing both the Brāhmañ Beauties to twitch with the sensation.

Rādhā Pandit cooed as the vibrations brought her Brāhmañ Pussy to life.
I pushed deep enough into Umā Dīxit to let the little bunny work on her hard Dīxit clit.
Soon Rādhā Pandit’s hips started to grinding against my hand and my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, was arching her back as she grew closer to her climax.
Both of their bodies were writhing there before me and I felt like I had control of their Brāhmañ worlds.
All they wanted was to cum and that was left to my whim.
Both, Umā Dīxit and Rādhā Pandit; were gasping and moaning loudly now.
Each was racing to her finish, not wanting to hold back this time.

I thrust the brown vibrator in and out of Rādhā Pandit’s wet Brāhmañ Pussy.
I turned up the vibrations to max and she screamed with feverish delight.
Umā Dīxit had an almost painful expression on her face as her body tightened.
She pushed down with her heels and lifted her tight Dīxit ass off the couch.
Rādhā Pandit’s knees were up to her heaving chest as she pushed herself towards pleasure.
Then all at once my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, hips bucked and she launched herself into orgasm followed, not five seconds later, by Rādhā Pandit.
Both Brāhmañ Beauties were twisting and writhing in the ecstasy of carnal release, as waves of orgasm washed over them.

“OK Umā Dīxit, you’re the winner.” I announced.

“It’s not fair,” Rādhā Pandit said with a pout on her face. “She had a better vibrator.”

“It was fair Rādhā Pandit.” I teased. “You got to choose first, and you got what you picked. In this house we live up to the wagers we make and the games we play.” I looked at my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, with a teasing smile. “But I tell you what Rādhā Pandit. Being that you lost the challenge, I’ll allow you to pick what I do with Umā Dīxit. How’s that?”

“OK.” Rādhā Pandit said with a bright devilish smile. “Let’s see. Everybody in the office thinks you’re such a prude never fooling around with any of the office hunks, not even flirting. A real tight ass most of the Bachhalyās would say. So that’s it … You have to fuck Umā Dīxit’s tight Dīxit ass.”

Umā Dīxit looked shocked…
“Who says I’m a prude? Just because I’m there to work not play grab ass!”

I Laughed…
“OK honey … It’s ok let me just prove them wrong tonight.”

I took Umā Dīxit by hand and we walked back to the master bedroom with Rādhā Pandit following close behind.

My wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, climbed onto our king size bed and bent over giving me a perfect angle to enter her, as I took the slick lube from the nightstand drawer.
I positioned myself behind her and applied a large glob of lube to her Dīxit rectum.
I prepared to place my Bachhalyā Cock at her Dīxit opening when Rādhā Pandit asked.
“Can I help you do that .. please.”
“Sure.”
She wrapped her Pandit fingers tightly around my hard Bachhalyā Cock, gave it a few quick strokes and placed the tip of my Bachhalyā Cock against lube that coated Umā Dīxit’s tight pink Dīxit Brāhmañ hole.
I started to push into my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit, and Rādhā Pandit only let go when there was no more room for her hand.

Umā Dīxit let out a deep guttural moan as my Bachhalyā Cock eased deep into her Dīxit Brāhmañ ass.
I thrust slowly yet deep until my Bachhalyā balls bounced off her Dīxit Brāhmañ asscheeks.
I rocked back and forth fucking my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, tight Dīxit Brāhmañ ass as Rādhā Pandit watched in disbelief as Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ ass accommodated my thick long Bachhalyā Cock.
Her Dīxit moans were more frequent and her breathing was getting more rapid.
I reached around and played with her hard little Dīxit clit.
I felt Rādhā Pandit’s hand on top of mine as I stroked Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ Pussy.
I removed my hand and allowed her to continue alone as Umā Dīxit rocked back to meet my thrusting Bachhalyā Cock.
Her back arched and she threw back her head as her Dīxit body trembled in yet another series of orgasmic rushes.

I felt my groin tighten and thrust frantically into my wife’s friend, Umā Dīxit’s, beautiful peach shaped Dīxit ass as torrents of my hot Bachhalyā sperm gushed into her tight pink Dīxit Brāhmañ ass.

We lay that way joined together until my Bachhalyā Cock hardened again and slipped from Umā Dīxit’s exquisite Brāhmañ ass.
The warmth of our body’s was comforting us.
I got up slowly and went to take a shower before fucking Rādhā Pandit once more.
Yet, this time in her Pandit Brāhmañ ass.
Umā Dīxit wanted it as Rādhā Pandit did for her.

Chapter 20
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-39

Posted: August 2, 2014 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Qur’an Al Majīd, Al Vaqār Al Qur’an, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm | Leave a comment

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Chapter 39

Durgesh Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm
Durgesh Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr

That opened my eyes.
“You made the parents go nude?”
“Well, no. We agreed to suspend the rule. Al Vaqār Al Qur’an said they really wouldn’t mind but we didn’t believe her, right?”

I just nodded.
I had no idea where this was going.
“Well, Al Shafīq Al Qur’an and Al Qur’an Al Majīd got there around five. We started up the Marquita machine. After two or three rounds of very tequila heavy drinks, Al Qur’an Al Majīd held up her hand. We all shut up. So she said that Al Vaqār Al Qur’an had told her about our rule. We were shocked and a bit embarrassed but Al Qur’an Al Majīd didn’t stop. She said she thought it was cool and why had we stopped doing it? Well, I said because they were visiting. Durgesh, Al Qur’an Al Majīd and Al Shafīq Al Qur’an stood up and, I swear, started taking their clothes off. I went to look at Al Vaqār Al Qur’an and she’s right next to them tossing off her clothes.”

I spit my coffee.

“You’re making that up!”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm looked me right in the eye.

“On my heart, I swear, Durgesh, we were blown away. In thirty seconds, the three of them were naked and just sitting there as if it’s nothing. Then Al Shafīq Al Qur’an looked at us and smiled. ‘Well?’ is all he said. Durgesh, what choice did we have? We all got up and stripped.”

I gave her a look.

“I have pictures.”

I spit coffee again.

“Told you I’d curl your toes, Durgesh.”

“So your game kinda backfired, eh?”

I noticed that the small dark circle was now twice that size and very dark.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm caught me looking and just smiled.

“Yeah, not what we were expecting, to say the least.”

“So, were Al Vaqār Al Qur’an’s parents in good shape or what?”

“Hmmm I think you’re really beginning to like this story, Durgesh. Yeah, pretty good. Al Qur’an Al Majīd was built like Al Vaqār Al Qur’an and her Abbū’s a runner so he was all tall and lean.”

She saw my eyes.

“Yeah, he got a little wood when we all got naked but it faded as we went back to drinking. That was it until bedtime. We all got up, made dinner, drank some more, laughed a lot and went to bed.”

I glanced quickly at the space between my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter’s thighs.
The gusset was all very dark and looked to be actually seeping through.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm would occasionally clench her smooth beautiful young Musalmān thighs but she made a point of opening back up.
There had to be more.
My Uncut Hindu Dick was rock hard now.
She wanted to tell me more.

“That’s it?” I asked with a smirk.

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm sighed, clenched her legs and re-opened them.

“Hell no, now is when it gets wild, I hope you’re ready.”

I slipped my hand under the table and just gave my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock a squeeze, she caught me.

“Ha Ha, you too? Good! Well, as I said, we all went to bed. I woke up an hour later and had to pee something awful. I raced to the bathroom and let it fly. I came out of the door and heard something. Al Vaqār Al Qur’an’s room is the only one past the bathroom. We joked that she can moan when she jilled and we won’t hear her. Well, I heard moaning. I was curious; I knew her folks were in there too.”

I slid my chair back a little. I knew my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter, would see the tent in my boxers but I didn’t care. If she didn’t mind showing me her soaked panties then I didn’t mind. She glanced, paused and continued. I looked down and saw the wet spot where the tip of my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock was pressing up the silk, the spot expanding as I watched.

“The hall was pitch black, the nightlight was lying on the floor. That was curious indeed. As I moved closer, I saw the door was open. It was open a lot more than ‘oops I forgot to latch the door’ open. Al Vaqār Al Qur’an’s laptop was on. It was sitting on the desk next to the door and the screen bathed the room in a diffused light.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm paused to breathe.
Her breathing was a bit more ragged.
The wet spot was all the way down as far as I could see and the fabric had molded itself to her opening.
I wanted to stroke my unique legendary ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock, but I resisted.
“So, what did you see?”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm paused and looked alternately at my face and my crotch.
She stuck her thumbnail in her teeth and nibbled as she spoke.
“You like my story of nudity, don’t you.”

She pointed at my unique legendary ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock.

“I know your Uncut Hindu Cock is more honest. Your Uncut Hindu Cock does.”

I laughed, ironically.

“I am not impotent.”

She was nibbling that nail again. There was a seemingly long silence.

“Wanna try it? Right now?”

I smiled teasing her.

“Uhhh not right now, let me get used to the idea.”

I was surprised, she didn’t press, and she just went back to the story.

“Well, I hope you don’t get weird about this but when I looked into the room Al Vaqār Al Qur’an was naked and riding you.”
“I see, your Al Vaqār Al Qur’an was fucking me. So what?”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm quickly ran her hand down over her soaked panties as she clarified.

“Um Durgesh, she was riding your unique legendary ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock, you were fucking her. She was moaning up a storm and I was very sure this wasn’t the first time.”

My eyes bolted wide at the idea that my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter, had witnessed someone actually engaging in her deepest and most guilt filled fantasy.
I had to be sure.

“Sure? It must have been her Ammī, Al Qur’an Al Majīd, dear.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm scoffed.

“Uh no Durgesh, I saw her, sitting in a chair with two fingers up her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.”

“You sure?”

“Durgesh, she locked eyes with me and just smiled.”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm laughed lightly.

“Yeah, Alħamdulillāh.”

“Well, what did you do?”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm gave me a very wicked smile.

“I watched.”

My hand was in my lap, just brushing my unique legendary ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock.
I couldn’t stop myself.

“You didn’t go in?”

“Hell, no! Nobody invited me but Al Qur’an Al Majīd seemed to like me watching. So, I watched and then went back to my room and jilled off for like a fucking hour.”

I sighed and leaned back letting my thumb caress my shaft through the silk. Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm noticed.

“Glad to know you’re not grossed out. I wasn’t sure you’d like this story.”

I just looked at her and brushed my silk cased Uncut Hindu Dick.
She continued.
I looked between Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s legs.
There was a visible puddle on the vinyl below the soaked gusset of her panties.

“Well, next morning we were all up except Al Vaqār Al Qur’an and her folks. I was the only one that saw anything because nobody gave any hint they had. We were all naked, of course.”

“Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm, you like this naked thing, don’t you?”

I had inadvertently given her the lead-in she was hoping for.

“Damn right Durgesh! Wanna see?”

She stood and held her hands at the hem of her tee.

“I will if you will, Durgesh.”

I had to make one last try, just to make sure.

“Um you are still my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter,”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm ignored me.
She crossed her hands and pulled up, her tee shirt off in a whisk of tired cotton.
She dropped it on the floor and went right to the waistband of her panties.
Her breasts were big and firm, just like her Ammī’s at that age. She had big brown areolas crowned with a big fat hard nipple.
I’d never seen her breasts so openly.
They were amazing.
“We’re just two adults, Durgesh; it’s no biggie, you chicken?”
I crossed my personal Rubicon, there was no turning back now.
“Hell no!”

I stood up, proud of my tent.
As I watched Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm slid the panties down, slowly baring the very base of her abdomen.
She spread her legs, just a little and slid them down a little more.
I looked and I noticed she was looking at me as she did it.
As the waistband went below the gusset it stayed and soon the garment was upside down, the waistband at her smooth beautiful young Musalmān thighs and the gusset still close to her magnanimous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān crotch.
She looked right in my eyes and slowly tugged down.
The fabric was released from its sexual adhesive and dropped down, leaving a small thin line connecting the crotch of her panties to her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān vagina.

I sighed as I pulled the front of my boxers out and slid them down until they fell of their own weight to my ankles, where I stepped out and tossed them aside with my toe.

“Happy now, my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter?”

She sat back down leaving her magnificent nude Musalmān legs wide.

“Yes, for now.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm sat down and now let her had drop to her wide open and glistening extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
She began to run her finger idly up and down the plump Musalmān lips, occasionally dipping in at the bottom.
I couldn’t help it.
I sat down, facing her, our legs almost touching and began to slowly stroke my fat seven inches.
“Yeah, nice one indeed, Durgesh, real nice.”

I stared at her fingers as they moved around her soaked Musalmān slit.

“Mmmmm you too, my dear.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm got back to her story.

“So, in a while Al Vaqār Al Qur’an and her folks came in, naked like us. We were talking for a while. Al Vaqār Al Qur’an caught my eye and looked towards her room. We went up and I closed the door. Now you know Al Vaqār Al Qur’an, she’s so tall and blonde and she had those big beautiful Musalmān tits. Well, we were in her room and she was standing so close to me. She looked at me and told me her Ammī told her I was watching them for a long time. She said I must be okay with what they were doing. I said at first I was very surprised but then I knew it was turning me on. Al Vaqār Al Qur’an asked me, even when I went down on my Ammī? I had to tell her, especially that. Al Vaqār Al Qur’an kissed me like a lover, Durgesh, it felt great. I’d never done anything with girls until then. While she kissed me, Al Vaqār Al Qur’an pinched my nips and then fingered me. Durgesh, I came in like a minute, I was amazed. Al Vaqār Al Qur’an said, I’ll stop by later and we went back to the kitchen.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm stopped her story and got up.
We were sitting on two typical wooden kitchen chairs.
She moved hers closer.
She slipped into her chair and lifted her legs.
I got the message and soon our legs were stretched out on each other.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was inches away from my Uncut Hindu Dick.
Now I could clearly smell her excitement.
Her hand went down and spread her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy while her other hand massaged it.
I was stroking my Uncut Hindu Dick.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm liked watching me stroking.
“Keep that up, Durgesh, I’ve got more. Al Vaqār Al Qur’an slipped into my room around midnight. Her folks had left around nine. We were naked, of course. She was on top of me in my bed and we were kissing. It felt so good. Durgesh, I could feel her juices running out of her and on me. Between kisses she was asking me questions. Have I ever had sex with a girl, I told her no. She was rubbing her body on mine and it felt so good, so soft.”

She picked up her pace, suddenly clenched her legs and groaned.

“OHHHHHFFFFFFUUUUCCCKKKKKKK SSSOOO GOOOOOOD!”

I watched as she got her breath back.
She had a light sheen of sweat on her.
“That’s the first one today. You’re holding back aren’t you?”

I just nodded.
She smiled and continued.

“So, Al Vaqār Al Qur’an and I were kissing. She ran her finger down my side, over my hip and between my legs. Durgesh, the girl knows just what turns Musalmān girls on. She was rubbing me, right here.”

My eyes went right to Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy as she used her fingers to caress herself between the fat inner lips of her sex and her leg.
I looked up and Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm was looking right into my eyes.
She just kept talking.

“It felt so good. I wanted to return the favor, so, for the first time I touched another woman sexually. I rolled her over and put my mouth on one of her little nips. Durgesh, she moaned so nicely. I ran my hand down her tummy and over the little fuzz over her beautiful young Musalmān slit. I knew how my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy felt but hers was different. The lips were big and fat and she was so fucking wet.”

By now Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm had given up any pretense. Her hand was massaging her sex, the finger darting in and out and then up to flick the hard Musalmān clit that stuck out so proudly from its hood.
I had to leave my Uncut Hindu Dick alone.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm was in the zone and just kept telling the story.

“So, I loved the feel of another woman. Al Vaqār Al Qur’an was fingering me now too. She moved her beautiful Musalmān mouth next to my ear and asked have I ever had sex with a Hindu. I panted no. she was telling me how wonderful and close we were now and how she’s never horny because somebody is always around to help. I must have moaned something about it being wrong and she tongued my ear, which gave me a small cum, and said not if everybody is old enough and was cool and realistic with it. Al Vaqār Al Qur’an said the entire Musalmān houseladies fuck their Musalmān mankind’s Hindu male friends or acquaintances, either openly or clandestinely.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm stopped talking.
She sat in that chair, two fingers of her left hand sliding in and out of her gaping and soaked extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān vagina.
My hand moved down to gently touch my unique legendary ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock.
I looked up and met Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s eyes.
I knew what was going to happen.
I already had the answer.
I saw her lips part as she began to speak the words that would change our lives.

“We’re old enough, Durgesh.”

It wasn’t a question.
Her right hand moved up and massaged her full breast, pinching the nipple.
Her eyes were still right on mine.

“Are you cool with it?”

There it was.
The offer.
Her Fantasy fulfilled, but I had to ask.

“Are you sure about this? There’s no turning back.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm slipped her legs off mine, got up and shoved the chair back.
My legs were spread from letting her up.
She wilted to her knees in front of me.

“I’ve been sure since I saw you fucking my Ammī in her room. Who the hell wants to turn back ever? If I, I’d never given birth to our son.”

Her hands were moving up my thighs as she looked into my eyes and spoke those words.
I was panting hard.
I didn’t say anything.

“OHHHHHHHHHH,”

Was all she said as she quickly moved in and took my hard Uncut Hindu Penis into her supple Musalmān mouth.
I was in Jannat, but had to warn her.

“I’m going to cum any second, sorry.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm pulled off quickly.

“Do it Durgesh, cum in my Musalmān mouth, please.”

Her lips slid down my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock and I was done.

“Allah, OHHHH FUUUCCKKK, OHHHHH Durgeshhhhhhhh!”

I blew hard right in my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter’s mouth.
She gulped and licked, savoring every Hindu drop I spewed.

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm cleaned off my Uncut Hindu Prick and just stayed there, on her knees.
She toyed with my Uncut Hindu Dick as she talked.

“So, who’s Ůzmah Altāf Waħīd who sends masturbation vids for her Hindu lover?”

“All you need to know is that your Ammī is aware of what’s going on and approves. At least until her health improves.

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm got up and moved towards the family room.
She stopped at the doorway and turned to look at me.
Her full hips leaned against the doorframe and one breast brushed the wall.
The mane of dark brown hair covered her shoulders.
There was a sheen that surrounded the top of her pink Musalmān slit.

“Get up and come hug your friend’s little Musalmān girl.”

I got up and moved to her.
She turned to face me and we embraced.
I can’t describe how it felt to hold a naked twenty something Musalmān woman.
She was soft but firm, her skin supple and fresh.
I moved my lips to hers, she was panting.

“Kiss me like a lover, Durgesh. Kiss me like you want to fuck your friend’s daughter.”

I enveloped her full Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body in my strong Hindu arms and molded my mouth to hers.
Her lips opened and our tongues met, caressed and tussled as we held each other hard enough to hurt.
This was deep love and deep passion, played out on a small stage, a suburban kitchen.
Cooking would never be the same.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm gave into the naughty female Musalmān lust she first felt when she watched her Ammī fucking me, when she was only 18 year old girl.
She fucked me in the same night when I slept.
It was her eighteenth birthday.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm celebrated it with me.
I was fully awake even while she sucked me, but it was too late to stop her then.
I never knew I impregnated her right on her eighteenth birthday and she gave birth to our son having him as my eighteenth birthday present to her.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm pulled her face back from our embrace.
Our breath was ragged and fast.
My unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock was already coming back to life.
I needed to be inside that Musalmān girl.

“I want to take Ůzmah Altāf Waħīd’s place, Durgesh. Let me be the surrogate, please?”

I felt guilty somewhat but now I too wanted her.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm had already gone too far.
I looked into her brown Musalmān eyes and cupped her beautiful young Musalmān face.
I needed to dial this back a little.

“Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm, baby, I’ve let my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock get me into a bad spot. I shouldn’t have done this. I don’t know what to do. I can’t lie to your Ammī.”

My friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter, looked deep into my eyes.

“Durgesh, do you trust me?”

“Yes, baby, yes I do.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm gently pulled from my arms, turned and headed for the big sectional couch.

“Then trust me and come in here, it’ll all be okay.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm sat on the deep soft cushions of the couch.
I was preoccupied watching Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm masturbate.
I knew what she was doing.
She was working on reviving her Ammī’s Hindu lover.
She continued as if I had never complained.
By now, the bright morning sun was bathing her beautiful naked Musalmān body like a floodlight.
Her small hand probed and caressed the folds of her young extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān vagina as I watched.
The liquid sound of her exploration was fuel for her desire.
I glanced at the clock, we still had time.
She wasn’t going to stop, ever.

“Sit on the floor Durgesh, and watch. So, a month or so later, I was invited to Al Vaqār Al Qur’an’s place. Now Al Vaqār Al Qur’an and I had a regular sex thing going by now. Nobody knew, really, I mean that. I’d sneak down to her room late at night every once and a while and we’d make out and lick each other for a few hours. I’ll never be a lesbo, but I’ll never give up an occasional romp with a woman either. Well, Al Vaqār Al Qur’an drove and I had questions that she diverted. I gave up and changed the subject since it was obvious she was waiting till we got there.”

Now Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm reached under the couch and produced a lovely, life-like vibrator.
This had been a set up but I figured WTF, right?
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm began to run the toy up and down her beautiful young Musalmān slit, occasionally probing her opening.
It was working.
She smiled.

“I guess you’re okay with your new surrogate?”

I stroked my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock and smiled.

“You said to trust you.”

“I also said I want you to fuck me.”

I laughed lightly.

“No, you didn’t.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm plunged the vibrator deep into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
I watched as a froth of milky girl essence bathed the toy and remained as it slid out.

“OHHHHHHHHH, well I just did!”

I began to move off the couch.

“No, Durgesh, not yet. I need to finish my story.”

I sat back down, my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock and libido rampant.
But I remembered this is but the first chapter.

“We went to Al Vaqār Al Qur’an’s house, mansion actually. You do immense things that make gobs of money. We grabbed our duffels and walked in the front door. Durgesh, the entryway is the size of this room! Al Vaqār Al Qur’an took me up to her room and told me this is where I’m staying. She had a double bed, that’s it. I looked at her and she just smiled and said, ‘it’s okay, you’ll see.’ She just stripped and looked at me and asked if I wanted to go swimming. I figured, why not, Al Vaqār Al Qur’an hadn’t said anything about her folks being home. We got towels and made the long walk to the back door and out to this amazing pool. I stopped short. There, in three lovely lounges, were her parents, and her sixty plus year old Hindu lover, all nude! Al Vaqār Al Qur’an just shoved me along. I’d seen Al Qur’an Al Majīd and Al Shafīq Al Qur’an naked already, and more, but I had forgotten she had an utmost experienced Hindu lover. Well, I got over my surprise fast and just went along and shook everybody’s hands to say hello. That wasn’t enough. Al Shafīq Al Qur’an and Al Qur’an Al Majīd both got up to give me a hug. Hugs which lasted a nice long time and I enjoyed. Particularly when Al Qur’an Al Majīd whispered in my ear and her hand ran down the crease of my ass, saying something like ‘can’t wait to know you better.’ you hugged me and I felt your unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock rubbing my pussy as it got a bit bigger. You ran your tongue across my lips. I had to take the lead and hold you tightly. Your Uncut Hindu Dick got real big fast. I gave you a light kiss and said thanks for the complement. That loosened you up.

We all sat aback down and Al Qur’an Al Majīd wasted no time getting right to the point. She basically said, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm you’ve seen us so you know. We’re nudists and swingers and we engage in family loving. Durgesh, the utmost experienced Hindu lover, had ever been introduced to the family love since he turned 18. I’ve talked to Al Vaqār Al Qur’an and we know you don’t have a problem with this. Then Durgesh, she just blew me away when she asked if I wanted to be part of their weekend long orgy. I swear my mouth hit the ground. I looked at Al Vaqār Al Qur’an and she smiled but then looked a little worried. I thought for a second. Durgesh, I’ve done some wild things with you but this was new. I looked at them all and decided. I got up and went over to you, kneeled beside the lounge and took your unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth. I heard Durgesh, the utmost experienced Hindu lover, practically shout, “YES!” Well, Durgesh, the utmost experienced Hindu lover, got up and I looked out the corner of my eye as Al Qur’an Al Majīd just spread her legs. As your unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock grew in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth I watched as Durgesh, the utmost experienced Hindu lover, slid between Al Qur’an Al Majīd’s smooth Musalmān thighs. She moaned something like ‘come and fuck me, baby’. Durgesh I was so jazzed I took all of Your unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock right down. Al Vaqār Al Qur’an was just watching. Then she came over, snaked under me and started licking my pussy.”

I’m sitting there, trying to imagine the scene when Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm stopped talking.
I looked at her.

“Oh Durgesh I’ll tell the rest later. Right now I need that unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock of yours inside me, please?”

It never entered my mind to say no.
What the use was.
She was already fucking me and had given birth to our son even.
I got up and moved to her, she shifted so we could lie on the couch.
I was going to ask one more time if she was sure but I just gave in.
She had one leg up over the back of the couch and the other on the floor.
I just moved in, got comfortable and positioned my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock at her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān entrance.
I looked into my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter’s eyes and slid my Uncut Hindu Dick in.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYEEEEEESSSSSSSS!”

Was all Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm said as her eyes rolled back in her young beautiful head.
I was in her heaven, she’d dreamed of this for years and now I felt my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock pressing the soft wet Musalmān tunnel open as I bottomed out in Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“MMMOOORRRREEEEE.”

She growled, wrapping her sturdy Musalmān legs around me and pulling my hips in.
Having her blow me had been a good thing, now I was going to last a while.
I looked up towards the stairs and smiled.
I had time.
I pulled my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock out and looked at her.

“Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm baby, let’s get on the floor.”

She scrambled out from under me and got on all fours.

“Plow me Durgesh, good and hard.”

I moved behind her and lined up.
Grabbing her full hard Musalmān hips I rammed home and began to pound my friend’s little girl’s extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān vagina.

“Oh, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm, you feel so good! So tight!”

She panted under me.

“That’s cause you are soooo bad! You teased me too much. But I love it nevertheless!”

Her young beautiful head dropped to the floor that changed the angle.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm was so wet it was pouring out of her.
I just kept fucking, this was amazing.
Soon I felt her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy gripping my unique legendary ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Allah, Durgesh, I’m cumming!”

I shifted and changed my angle.

“YEEESSSS! THAT”S IT! OHHHHHHHHHFFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!”

I felt a rush of her young Musalmān fluid bathe my Uncut Hindu Dick and come squirting out all over it.
Wow.
I felt her go limp under me so I stopped.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm slipped out and rolled over.

“You need to cum Durgesh and I want to see your face the first time.”

I moved in and she wrapped her legs behind me. Then, as I slid back in, my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter, began to talk.

“You like fucking your friend’s daughter? Better than watching and jerking off isn’t it?”

I was panting.

“I fuck your Ammī and close my eyes, imagining you.” I lied to her.
Let her feel she is needed too.

She smiled.

“Now you don’t have to. I want to keep fucking you Durgesh. Now, cum for me, fill your friend’s girl’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with your Hindu cum!”

The talking did me in.
I felt the surge coming up from my toes.
My unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock was being massaged by her slippery Musalmān sheath and I just gave in.
I plunged in and out moving so the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick was rubbing her G spot.
Then I felt it.
I rammed deep and held, feeling the pulse of my orgasm and the surge of my Hindu fluids cascading into my friend’s college daughter’s wanting extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“YYYYEEEEESSSSSS, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

As my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock stopped twitching I slowly pulled out.
My member pushed along by a wave of our collective ashvinātam fluids that coursed out as my stopper left the hole.
I just fell on her.

“That was great baby.”

“No nonsense, Durgesh. We’re gonna do that again right?”

“Not sure, your Ammī……..”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm reached over and stroked my arm.

“I’ll work on her, Durgesh, you’ll see. But right now we better shower.”

She was right.
We reeked of sex and the room did too.
I kicked up the A/C and we straightened up, still naked.
Then we each took our pile of clothes and snuck off to our bedrooms.

I quietly slipped the latch on the door.
It opened and I slipped in before it opened all the way.

Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr was on the bed, naked, a large life-like vibrator was plunged into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and one of her hands was massaging her clit as the other pinched and pulled alternate nipples.

“How’s your Thyroid condition?” I asked her gravely.
Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr sighed, put her hand on the toy and began rhythmically fucking herself.

“Be better right now, if you hadn’t put your second load in my daughter.”

I climbed on the bed and just watched.

“Well, I am sorry but I’m sure you can imagine, besides it looked like you’ll get your chance. Hey, at least you got to watch.”

Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr took a break from masturbating.

“Does she have any idea? How was Ůzmah Altāf Waħīd?”

I chuckled.

“She is very sure it was all her idea and I just folded. I don’t know where you found that vid and the woman saying my first name sealed it.”

I looked at the woman I loved more than anyone.
This had been her idea.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm had told her about the times watching Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr and me fuck.
The first time, out of guilt, the second time, she encouraged Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm to go fuck me.

“How did you know she’d make a move?”

Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr looked down and then cast her eyes up at me.

“I was a bad Ammī, I read her diary, and it was just like she told you.”

I smiled.

“What about my sixty five?”

Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr got a dreamy look.

“Well, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm seems to like older man. I’ll ask her the next time we’re together.”

I felt my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock coming back to life.

“Hmmmmm looked like you’re interest is reviving. Come over here, you owe me.”

I got up and took her hand.
Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr rose from the bed, a questioning look in her eye.

“Later, my lover, right now, you need to go towel off your young sexy Musalmān daughter.”

As we walked out of our bedroom and into a new life, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr looked at me.

“Maybe we’ll get invited to Al Shafīq Al Qur’an and Al Qur’an Al Majid’s place. Al Qur’an Al Majīd too loves your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.”
I smiled.
“Who doesn’t if she is a beautiful Musalmān houselady?” Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr added winking at me appreciatively, “Am I correct, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!?”

Chapter 40
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-38

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Chapter 38

Durgesh Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm
Durgesh Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr

As usual, I was awake at six and, as usual, my cock was wide awake, even pissing didn’t calm it.
I slipped out of bed to let Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm sleep.
She was up all night and eventually took an Ambien.
She’d be out until noon.
It was warm, being late May so I was in just a pair of boxers to sleep.
I padded down to the kitchen to start my morning routine.

The house is a big colonial.
The kitchen is in the back corner.
There’s a big table that seat six in front of the slider to the screen porch.
The island and counters or off to the right of the table.
I looped around the bottom of the stairs and look out the slider.
It was going to be a nice day.
I’ll probably go for a run later.
I liked being in shape.
Despite my sixty five, I was still in shape so much that most of them sincerely believed I was thirty five only.
Just Eighteen Just Adult claimed I was twenty eight only.
The men hero-worshiped me, instead of being jealous of me.
Yes, there were some of them that were even jealous of me sometimes.
Yet, even they couldn’t deny they hero-worshiped me mostly instead of being jealous.

Usually, I started my coffee and, while it brewed, I was watching a video of Ůzmah Altāf Waħīd.

The computer was up on the counter so I could watch while I walked there doing my walking exercise.
Ůzmah Altāf Waħīd was on the balcony of her apartment, naked, and working her shaved extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with a lovely vibrator.
She was about 44 and thin.
She shaved and had a nice set of beautiful Musalmān tits, probably a C. As she fucked herself, she repeated my name and told me how much she missed me and my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in her ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .
Well, who the hell didn’t if she was beautiful, they said.
They flattered me?
Because they knew, I’d love to hear it?
Well, I damn care as long as they keep fucking me.

I kept watching.
Just as I was about to slip my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cockout I hear giggling.

“Nice one, Durgesh.”

I walked confidently and slammed the computer.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm, my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter!
I forgot she finished her junior year at college and was coming home.
She must have gotten in late last night.
I turned to face the counter.
She just walked in, wearing a long tee that I assumed had something under it.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm grabbed a cup and stepped next to me, filling it.
I stood there, controlling myself neither humiliated, nor shrinking.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s Ammī must have reminded me of her daughter, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm.
Only because I didn’t fuck her, until she herself didn’t fuck me, could not allow her to push me in this humiliating position with her own daughter, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm.

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm just went, pulled out one of the chairs and sat, putting her marvelous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass on the edge.
She leaned back.
She had the chair turned away from the table, sort half facing the slider and half facing me.
She looked quite comfortable sitting there.
The long tee had moved a little but still covered the apex of her smooth beautiful young Musalmān thighs.
As I took my first sip I looked over my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm.
She was built like her Ammī, not real tall but nice and curvy.
I knew she had no bra on.
She seldom wore them at home and her C to almost D breasts were having a life of their own as she moved.
As she sipped, she pushed her thick brown hair back and cocked her young beautiful head.

“Durgesh, it’s no big deal, really. You know I’m not a virgin and I’ve seen your unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock penetrating my own Ammī.”

I knew my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter, was not a virgin because I caught her in her senior year of high school fucking myself when I was sleeping in my room.
I scolded her.
Yet she kept fucking me entirely unashamed of herself.
It was the old story.
She wasn’t supposed to be getting home early.
The kitchen was silent now, just the muted sounds of the birds waking up.

“You should never have done that, you know it.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm gave a little laugh.
We’ve never really talked about this.
Back then, I just pretended it never happened and she never brought it up, until now.
I moved to get a mug and fill it.
My unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock had wilted well under the circumstances and it was safe.
I turned towards the table and saw Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm looking at me over the rim of her mug, a whimsical look in her extremely beautiful brown Musalmān eyes.

“Uh huh, Durgesh, and did you not mean to stay that long and love me fucking you, both times?”

I controlled myself not to redden.
I didn’t know she knew about the second time too I had wakened.

We had taken a family vacation the next year.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s Ammī had brought me, separate rooms, our rules, even though Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm and I knew what was going to happen.
Anyway, we took off first thing in the morning.
It was a French island and I went walking while Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm slept on the beach under the umbrella.
I found out the beach had a nude section.
There were clothed people walking through but I felt funny so I cut up into the dunes.
Well, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm found one Hindu man Musalmān woman couple just finishing a fuck and steered away only to practically stumble on another.
She changed course and was much more careful and the third time, heard them first.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm was curious so she got closer.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm carefully used the dune grass to shield her approach.
As the grass thinned, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm could see a man standing and a woman on her knees in front of him.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm loved blowjobs and she was going to enjoy watching.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm shifted her position to see and got a surprise.
It was Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s Ammī and Durgesh again.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm didn’t leave.
I was a handsome guy and all muscle.
Well, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm watched as her Ammī took my long thick unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock right down her Musalmān throat.
I moaned.

“Oh Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, baby, I love it when you suck my unique legendary ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock. You are so good.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s still marvelously beautiful Ammī, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, slipped her lush Musalmān lips off the big head of my unique legendary ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock.

“That’s because I love sucking your unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock, lover.”

Then Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, greedily slammed her beautiful Musalmān mouth back down on her lover’s Uncut Hindu Penis.
Using her hand under it to twist and stroke.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm looked around to make sure she wasn’t seen by anyone.
This was wrong but Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm didn’t care.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm began masturbating, watching as her Ammī, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, gave me an excellent blowjob.

After a few minutes, I gently pulled her off and lay down.
My unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock was ready.
As I lay down it rested against my hard abs.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s Ammī, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, stepped over me, straddling my waist.
She knelt down and got comfortable in the sand.
Both of us were breathing hard.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s Musalmān Pussy was immensely wet.
So wrong but so exciting.
We were looking into each other’s eyes as Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s still marvelously beautiful Ammī, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, reached under her and aimed my Hindu rod.
Then as we both groaned, she settled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy on my unique legendary ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock.
“I’m going to last too long, baby, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr.” I smiled impishly, “Call your beautiful Musalmān lady friends first to replace you if you can’t accompany me that long.”

“Hey, what do you think of me? Am I stupid enough not to understand even it? I’ve already arranged for as many replacements of mine as you need. Don’t worry, I’d never leave you unsatisfied. Just fuck me!”

Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr panted as she pumped my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock into her soaked extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
The liquid sound of our union was audible even where Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm stood touching herself.
I fucked Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s still miraculously beautiful Ammī, for hours nonstop.
“Allah,” Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s still miraculously beautiful Ammī, wondered, “How the hell do you have such an infinite lust to fuck us Musalmān houseladies even at your sixty five while you are fucking us extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies your entire life since your earliest childhood? Your Hindu lust for us beautiful Musalmān houseladies is still infinite, miraculously.”
I smiled.
“I never fuck you extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies only to enjoy your ever incomparable Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān beauty.”
“You always say that.”
“Because that’s the truth.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“You are my ashvinātam Sharīr Yantr. We both make it when we fuck. I always told you. Why don’t you understand?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is correct in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī vaginal rheostat theory?”
“Yes, but she molds it sometimes to her own benefits unscientifically too.”
“Every politician does that,” Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr laughed good-naturedly. “Gonna cum baby! Please cum with me at least in my mouth. Please. I beg of you. ”
“Okay, but in your mouth, not in your Cunt still now.”
“Thank you.”

Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr leapt off me and in a flash had my unique legendary ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock, shiny with her dew, in her beautiful Musalmān mouth. Just in time.

“OOOOOHHHHHHHFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!”

I groaned.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm saw my ass cheeks clench as I sent my Hindu cum down Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr’s, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm’s still miraculously beautiful Ammī’s throat.
Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr cleaned my wilting unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock off and we got up to leave.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm heard her Ammī, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, say.

“Durgesh, it’s exciting fucking here, I love it more when somebody sees us.”

Up until now, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm never knew her Ammī, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, was referring to Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm herself.
She was so excited that Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm fucked me again at the same night I fucked her Ammī, Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr, in the daytime.
Fortunately, Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm changed the subject, sort of.
She straightened up and took another sip of coffee.

“So, Durgesh, why weren’t you upstairs working that unit out on Ammī? I know you two love to fuck very much.”

“Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm, that’s a bit coarse. It’s that thyroid condition. She’s doing better but the meds have killed her sex drive temporarily. She had no interest at all now. It got very frustrating for both of us. But I’m not really wanting to discuss this with my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter, thank you.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm took a sip.
She cocked her young beautiful Musalmān head.

“Got, huh? Wow, big change. I gotta tell you, I used to love hearing you two at night. So what are you doing about the lack of sex with my Ammī, Durgesh?”

I should have known.
Yet, I was surprised.

“You listened to us making love?”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm laughed.

“Durgesh, I used to jill off listening, and that wasn’t making love, you two fucked.”

I had to get this conversation off this tack.

“Well, her meds and the Ambien have put an end to that, until she gets better, and I don’t think I should be talking about this with my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter,”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm waved her hand and put her cup down.

“Why not, Durgesh? I’m 21 years old, we’re both adults. Furthermore, I’ve seen you and Ammī fuck and, of course, I’ve fucked you too, you already know that now, right?”

I was in a rhetorical corner.

“Well, yes, but you are my friend’s daughter. What you did while I was asleep, wasn’t my fault.”

I made a point of not asking how she saw Shāziyah Āsif Zahīr and me.
I really was not feeling comfortable with this chat, partly because it was playing on a lot of guilty thoughts.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm laughed, shifted a little and then leaned back.
Her tee was now pulled up a bit and I could see she had green panties on.
The fabric was pressed tightly against her extremely beautiful young Musalmān mound.
I assumed she had continued her practice of shaving herself there as I could make out the pattern of her beautiful Musalmān vagina in the cotton.

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm shrugged.
She moved her legs a bit.
That’s when it dawned on me.
My friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter, was intentionally displaying herself to me.
This was new.
She’d never done anything like this.
She’s no prude but she always observed some decorum.

“Well, too bad, Durgesh. I think this is important and I’m not stopping. So, if Ammī’s out of service what are you doing?”

The whole scenario was hitting me a little too hard in the wrong way.

“Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm, this isn’t really your business and I really do not want to talk about it. Can we talk about something else, please?”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm laughed and gave me a very knowing smirk.
I knew she was not letting this go.

“Hmmm, well, Durgesh, clearly, it’s more than just jerking off.”

How did this lovely little girl turn into such an outspoken woman?
She was on this like a badger and clearly enjoying my deliberate discomfort of my morals.
I could not fuck my friend’s daughter, even if she had already fucked me in my sleep.

“Well, aren’t you the worldly young woman?”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm sighed and moved her left leg, turning her ankle in such a way that a gap opened between the leg of her panties and her thigh.
I couldn’t see anything but the shadow created fed my improper thoughts revived by my inappropriate memories.
The uncomfortable feeling of being grilled on this, kept my unique legendary, ever utmost competent, ever utmost wanted, ever utmost loved, Uncut Hindu Cock from reacting.
I got up to pour a second cup, filling hers.
She leaned forward to help me, giving me a clear view down the front of the tired tee shirt.
I looked, I couldn’t help it.
She had wonderful young Musalmān breasts, so young and firm. I turned away to put the carafe back on the unit.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm leaned back again.

“Durgesh, I’ve shared an apartment with four other girls for three years. We were like family. Your toes would curl if I told you what we’ve done.”

I was trying to think of a reason to leave the room and end this.
I was cautious for my resolve if I stayed.
However, when she said that, I lost any resolve I had.
I was going to see this through, wherever it went.

“Maybe I should sit down before you inevitably tell me, since you’re determined to shock me.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm giggled.

“Sit or stand, won’t matter, Durgesh. I know how big it is. I have fucked you more than even you know. I already have a son from you.”
I jumped inadvertently.
“Whaaaaaat?”*

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm smiled triumphantly.
“Surprised? Why should you? Most of us Musalmān houseladies of your friends do it.”
I was startled.
“Most of your Musalmān stepsisters did it. Most of your Musalmān stepdaughters did it. Most of your Musalmān stepmothers did it. Your bloody Hindu morals never left another option for us. You don’t understand your unique uniqueness. None can replace you ever. Neither sexually, nor emotionally, nor in any other manner whatsoever. We need you, you stupid. Why don’t you understand?”

I sat at the end of the table.
If anything came up, at least I had cover.
I was getting used to this, but it was still a bit odd.
I sipped my coffee and attempted to sound bored.
“I doubt you’d curl my toes but go ahead and try.”
“Okay, Durgesh, well, you’ve met the Musalmān girls, right? So, visualize us all at a nudist resort for a weekend.”

I had no trouble with that.
Why should I?
Damn it.
All her roommates were good looking Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women.
Not fashion model or centerfold stuff but good looking and nicely built, nevertheless.
I’d love to see them playing volleyball naked.
I faked a yawn.
Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm smiled.
“We liked it so much we became nudists in the apartment. The whole thing was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s idea, we just went with it.”

I groaned.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, again?”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm gave me a fake glare.
“Not good enough? Okay, we made a rule, all visitors had to be nude.”

I thought for a second, she had me on that one.
I looked at my friend, Aħmad Nadīm’s, daughter, and arched an eyebrow.
“Everybody? And how did that work out?”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm smiled.
She knew she had me on the hook now.
She shifted again, now opening up the other leg hole of her panties.
Still nothing but shadow, but now I was getting more comfortable.
I felt a little stirring too.
I was seated up to the table, so I was safe, for now.
However, I knew this was just beginning.

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm got a very wicked grin on her face.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!
Was she actually mother of my son?
A twenty one years old extremely beautiful young Musalmān lady!
Deliberately became the mother of my son, a Hindu’s they used to call Anant Muslimātchod Hindu!
So that she could make me feel guilty if I ever wanted to severe my relationship with her?
“Very well, Durgesh, and in some very interesting ways.” she said.

I looked at her as I took my mug and had another sip, waiting.

“Well, when Hindu guys stopped by, not necessarily our boyfriends, they fought it. They’d see us open the door naked and get all drooly until we told them the deal. But they gave in pretty quick. We’d hold small parties and they got pretty popular. I will confess we did took advantage of the situation but always in our rooms, no orgies or gangbangs.”
“I’m relieved to know that. I can only imagine what it was like.”

Āsiyah Aħmad Nadīm grinned.
She sat up, clenched her smooth beautiful young Musalmān thighs together, took a breath and settled back against the chair, with her legs slowly moving open to the position she had before.
Then I saw it, a small dark spot, exactly where you’d expect it to be.
That was my warning that this tale was going to get wild.
“I bet you can, Durgesh, I bet you can. But the real surprise was when Al Vaqār Al Qur’an’s parents came to visit her.”

Chapter 39
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 7

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Chapter 7

Durgesh Suraiyā Ibrāhīm

Durgesh Ħāfizah Ashraf

As the bus hissed to stop, Suraiyā Ibrāhīm took in a deep breath and stood up.

She grabbed her large bag crammed under the seat and fell into the line of tired travel weary people exiting.

Her heart was beating scary fast in her chest.

Moving to New Orleans to live with Durgesh had been her idea.

She was a freshman at Loyola and was depending heavily on her scholarships.

Living with Durgesh just made financial sense.

Saving on room and board was just part of it though, Suraiyā Ibrāhīm had never really known me.

Her parents had never been married and had barely tried to make it work for her.

She heard about me what was being told.

At her twenty eight, Suraiyā Ibrāhīm knew very well how they spread lies about Hindus only to keep their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān womankind away from Hindus.

The entire Pseudo Musalmīn never understood they couldn’t do it in this way.

Their ever irrational schemes always backfired.

The more they wanted it, the more beautiful Musalmān houseladies themselves approached Hindus.

The Brāhmañ and Savarñ houseladies were now fed up of Musalmān houseladies and leaving their Brāhmañ and Savarñ husbands themselves for Durgesh and other Bachhalyās.

She remembered me coming to her birthday parties when she was young and staying with me on the weekends, but when I started having girlfriends there, the same time as Suraiyā Ibrāhīm, her Ammī stopped letting her go over night.

I busied myself with Suraiyā Ibrāhīm’s needy girlfriends more.

It was natural, consequently, she never saw much of me.

Nevertheless, I was faithful with what child support I sent and always mailed her birthday gifts.

She didn’t see me again until her eighteenth birthday which was also the day before she graduated high school.

I showed up, unexpectedly, with a dozen orange tulips.

I was still so handsome, she thought that I just seemed that way to her when she was young.

My hair was a dark grey, the color of a stormy sky and my eyes were the same bright blue as hers.

I had come at her Ammī’s invitation which had surprised Suraiyā Ibrāhīm.

Though her Ammī had never outright talked negatively about me, she would constantly compare me to other “people like that”.

“People like Durgesh only care about themselves. Be careful, Suraiyā Ibrāhīm, they will take advantage of you.”

“Men like Durgesh are only interested in one thing. You must protect your virtue, Suraiyā Ibrāhīm. It is the only thing you have. Trust me if it’s stolen you will never be the same.”

“Durgesh is one of those people who think material possessions can make me happy, but look at us Suraiyā Ibrāhīm we aren’t rich but we have all we need.”

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm found no one agreed with her Ammī on it.

Everyone who knew Durgesh, said her Ammī was exaggerating Durgesh’s multi zillions.

Only because Durgesh was a multi zillionaire it didn’t imply that Durgesh was a materialist.

Instead, on the contrary, her friends and acquaintances said Durgesh was an ardent spiritualist, humanist and realist.

He loved his multi zillions.

Nevertheless, he loved humanity never less than his multi zillions.

“I work two jobs to give you every opportunity I never had. Study and work hard. Boys and friends will come later. You aren’t missing anything anyway.” Her Ammī said.

So, she was surprised to see me standing there with a broad smile on my face.

I stayed the whole week attending both her birthday and graduation functions.

She was so happy to have me there, proud to have an utmost experienced immensely capable friend cheering her on like everyone else.

And that night at a nice dinner I treated everyone to, I pulled her to the side and made the proposition.

She could live with me during the school semester and as long as she kept her grades up and kept her scholarships, I would give her an allowance. She could have the whole one floor upstairs to herself.

I asked her to think about it and discuss it with her Ammī but she had agreed right away.

She’d fought her Ammī all summer and in the end she had given in.

But her platitudes for Suraiyā Ibrāhīm to focus on her studies, protect her mind and body, and not value material over maternal.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm promised her she wouldn’t change and that she would remain the good and studious girl she had always been.

She packed her clothes and books, shipped them to New Orleans and then a week before her classes started, she hugged and kissed her Ammī goodbye and got on a greyhound bus to New Orleans.

As she shuffled off the bus, she was greeted by an oppressive humidity she had never before experienced.

She held her hand up blinded by the glaring sun and was immediately embraced by an immensely handsome man she hoped was her utmost experienced immensely capable friend.

“Hello, my beautiful girl!” My voice rumbled in my chest.

“Hey, Durgesh.” She smiled up at me as I took her by the shoulders and held her at arm’s length to get a good look at her.

I pulled at her long dark hair braided into pigtails.

“These are cute. I can tell I’m going to have to beat the boys away.” She blushed deeply at the thought of any boy at all.

I grabbed her bag and led her to my shiny black LIMOUSINE.

She sat gingerly inside feeling wholly out of place.

It was the nicest, cleanest car she had ever been inside.

I climbed in next to her and turned on the blissful air conditioning.

I smelled so good.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm felt weird that she couldn’t stop taking deep breaths of my cologne or whatever made me smell so good.

The rest of the day was a blur.

I drove past all the major tourist places on the way to my house, pointing them out with promises to bring her back and give her a real tour.

We pulled up to my house around dusk.

House was an understatement, Suraiyā Ibrāhīm thought.

It wasn’t quite a mansion or a manor, chateau was the first word that popped in her head.

Large but not imposing, her utmost experienced immensely capable friend’s residence was the epitome of Southern charm, nestled among hydrangeas and crepe myrtle trees with a large lazy front porch and little French balconies peaking around the second story.

She loved it instantly.

Who the hell wouldn’t?

And I didn’t lie about her having the one floor upstairs to herself.

My office and bedroom were downstairs and that left four bedrooms upstairs for her to choose from.

She picked the largest with the view and the adjoining bathroom.

She liked the sturdy, oversized farm style furniture.

I helped her move the boxes of her things in and located her a bookshelf for her books and a large desk.

I said we could go shopping for anything else she needed tomorrow.

I was going to buy her a laptop for her work.

“Well Suraiyā Ibrāhīm cat,” It was a nickname she hadn’t heard in many years. “I’ll leave you to get settled and rest up. Dinner will be at seven. I think Ħāfizah is making some gumbo to welcome you.

I kissed the top of her head and left, leaving my wonderful smell lingering behind.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm put her few clothes away, organized her books and hung up a few posters and her degree, PhD.

The fading light was a pretty pink through her window.

She already loved it here.

Then she thought of her Ammī, and felt bad because she hadn’t called her yet.

She phoned her Ammī and was interrogated about everything.

She tried to make it sound worse than it was and that seemed to make her Ammī feel better.

Her Ammī scoffed at the thought that I had a cook and sarcastically remarked she was “sure all she did was cook for me”.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm checked the time and said goodbye to her Ammī.

She took a few minutes in the bathroom to freshen up.

She pulled her hair out of the braids letting her hair fall in a wavy curtain down her back.

She pulled off her jean shorts and tank top and kicked off her sneakers. She took a cool rag and rinsed her body off, pausing for a Moment to admire her flat tummy.

As a child she was quite chubby but she had slowly lost the baby fat from her midriff.

Her boobs were still too large and her butt too big but the flat belly, she was proud of.

She slid on a pretty yellow sundress and some sandals and came down the stairs.

After some searching she found the kitchen… and Ħāfizah.

Ħāfizah was a young and curvy redhead with pale freckly skin and a wide, mischievous grin.

She talked in an indecipherable drawl and winked a lot.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm liked her but felt like Ħāfizah kept looking her up and down.

Her utmost experienced immensely capable friend told Suraiyā Ibrāhīm that Ħāfizah usually came in in the late morning and cleaned, took care of errands like dry cleaning and usually had supper on the table by seven.

“I usually stay and eat with Durgesh, ya know keep me company,” She interjected with her wide smile.

Her utmost experienced immensely capable friend’s ears turned a bit pink and I gave her an odd look.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm, assuming it was because she had called me Durgesh instead of Master or whatever servants were supposed to call their employers, looked down into her gumbo ignoring them.

The food was delicious, full of texture and spice, but the setting was so formal and awkward compared to home.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm and her Ammī would usually just curl up on the couch eating something from a can and watching the game Show network.

As soon as she was done and had sufficiently complimented the cook, she excused herself explaining how tired she was her long day.

Her utmost experienced immensely capable friend stood and kissed her forehead and Ħāfizah nodded goodnight.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm walked slowly upstairs.

She really was tired.

She peeled her dress and bra off, leaving them in a heap on the floor and kicked her sandals in the corner.

Then she pulled her favorite old sleep shirt out of her bad and over her head.

It smelled like home.

Then she sunk into her new bed and fell instantly to sleep.

Sometime later, she drifted up out of strange dreams to hear a weird keening noise.

It sounded like crying outside her window.

Confused, she rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock next to the bed.

It was 2 am.

She stood up, reacquainting herself with her new room and stumbled to her bedroom windows which turned out to be French doors that swung open onto a little balcony looking into the hedged in backyard.

It took her a long time to process what she was looking at.

There was her utmost experienced immensely capable friend stretched out on a lounge chair by the pool facing away from her window and there was Ħāfizah Ashraf sitting across my lap.

Neither of us were dressed.

Our naked bodies were glowing in the moonlight.

Ħāfizah Ashraf’s smooth thighs were spread on either side of her utmost experienced immensely capable friend and her head was thrown back making her large pale breasts jut forward.

She had large pink nipples which her utmost experienced immensely capable friend took between my thumb and forefinger in turn.

She was bouncing up and down and making the noises that had woken Suraiyā Ibrāhīm up.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm stood frozen in the humid night air with moths and lightening bugs flitting around.

She couldn’t stop watching.

Her utmost experienced immensely capable friend’s hands dug into the soft flesh of Ħāfizah Ashraf’s glorious, glamorous, perfectly round, firm Musalmān buttocks and pushed her faster up and down.

Through the like red patch between her legs, Suraiyā Ibrāhīm’s utmost experienced immensely capable friend’s Uncut Hindu Lund slid forcefully in and out.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm knew what we were doing but she had never seen it herself and the play before her was embedded on her brain.

She felt a full body blush engulf her and goose bumps cover her skin.

Suddenly, Ħāfizah Ashraf looked up right at Suraiyā Ibrāhīm.

They made eyes contact and Ħāfizah Ashraf’s face spread into her wide mischievous smile.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm stepped back startled but Ħāfizah Ashraf let out a shriek that froze Suraiyā Ibrāhīm where she was.

“Ohhh FUCK!” Ħāfizah Ashraf moaned and started moving faster, frantically.

Then her utmost experienced immensely capable friend wrapped my long arms around her and held her down matching her moans.

At the sound of her utmost experienced immensely capable friend’s deep voice groaning, Suraiyā Ibrāhīm turned and ran back inside closing the door quietly.

She jumped back in her bed and pulled the covers over her like a scared child.

She lay there for a long time, her heart pounding and her skin on fire.

She had no reference for what Ħāfizah Ashraf and I were doing out there.

She knew it was sex but her only frame of reference was for making babies, something to be done as a chore.

But the naked writing couple on the pool lounge looked as exotic and unnatural to her as if two aliens had landed.

We looked happy and pleased and a whole other set of emotions Suraiyā Ibrāhīm couldn’t even describe.

Her brain worked over all she had seen until her overworked mind drifted uneasily to sleep.

The next morning, in the shower, Suraiyā Ibrāhīm decided not to mention what she had seen.

She knew Ħāfizah Ashraf saw her but hoped she just wouldn’t bring it up. She dressed in jean shorts and a white gauzy tank top her Ammī had owned in the 80’s, hoping to battle oppressive Louisiana heat.

She slid on her sandals and came downstairs.

I was sipping coffee and we ate bagels together making Our plans for shopping.

And shopping we did.

I took her to clothing stores where friendly girls gave her piles of things to choose from.

We went to shoe stores to add sneakers and classic heals to her modest flip flop collection.

We stopped awkwardly at the lingerie store to add to her two bra collection.

We went to an electronic store and purchased a laptop and smartphone, and finally she drug me in an old book store where I browsed business magazines and she raided the historical and science fiction sections.

On the drive home, bags and boxes stacked high in the back.

I reached out, took her hand and entwined my fingers in hers.

“I’m really glad you decided to come live with me, Suraiyā Ibrāhīm. It makes me feel less like alone now that I will have the opportunity to know you as an adult even if I didn’t see you much as a child. And I’m…” I paused looking a little embarrassed as all these feelings. “I’m just so proud of the woman you’ve become. You’re smart and motivated and grateful and, Eīshān, you’re gorgeous! I just can’t believe you’re mine.”

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm looked down into her lap.

“Um…well thank you? But I think that might all be a bit exaggerated, especially the gorgeous part.”

“Oh no, that was the least exaggerated part. I mean…don’t think I’m still a playboy at my sixty five, but watching you try on all those clothes, the dresses and skirts and heels, and don’t mention just looking at your feet in the dressing room trying on bras, I mean I had to keep reminding myself you were my beloved’s daughter.”

She laughed awkwardly and squeezed my hand as she turned to look out the window to cover her blush.

She was remembering Ħāfizah Ashraf’s body gyrating on me and my hands roaming her naked beautiful Musalmān flesh.

She couldn’t stop thinking of it.

We got home and hauled all her things up to her room.

I worked on connecting her laptop as she hung her clothes and slid her books on the shelf.

“Alright, Suraiyā Ibrāhīm cat, you are connected to the Wi-Fi. So surf till your heart’s content. I’m going to check on supper.” I went to walk out of her room. “Uh, Suraiyā Ibrāhīm?”

“Yes Durgesh?”

“Wear something new down to dinner. I want to see you in it.”

My eyes met hers with so much meaning she couldn’t look away.

The look went on and on and then, as if forcing myself to break it, I turned and closed her door behind me.

She sat down at her desk on her first personal computer.

She opened it and looked around, set up her first email Suraiyā Ibrāhīmcat2001 on yahoo, looked up some info on her college, and then, before she knew what had possessed her she had pulled up Google and typed in “what is sex like?” She clicked the first link which was a Yahoo Answers page and began reading through hundreds of descriptions of how wonderful, satisfying and pleasurable sex could be.

People seemed to enjoy it and do it for more than just babies.

She saw words she had never heard before like cum, orgasm, masturbation, blowjob, ardent Musalmān Choot, and Uncut Hindu Lund.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm was proud of herself being an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl when she learned that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed the Musalmān womankind is the everfirst womankind that was planned by Allah, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God.

Allah, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God made the womankind the creator in human beings.

He made mankind the administrator only, not creator.

Even the ever rough and tough mankind wasn’t given the power to create new human beings.

The capability to be a mother needed something more than only being rough and tough as the mankind was.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm loved Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s views on womankind, especially on Musalmān womankind.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed there were no other woman except Musalmān women for infinite Kalps, eras.

Even the Brāhmañ women were created after infinite Kalps, eras, when the Vyom came into existence.

Not before it.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan immediately became Suraiyā Ibrāhīm’s ideal.

She look each of these words up to understand more.

It was when she got to masturbation that she found a video link that she followed.

She saw a young blonde Musalmān girl spread naked on a bed, she was pulling her ardent Musalmān Choot lips open and touching places inside.

She made noises similar to the ones Ħāfizah Ashraf made the night before and Suraiyā Ibrāhīm could see the wetness shining on the Musalmān girl’s fingers.

The Musalmān girl slid her fingers in and out of herself and rubbed what Suraiyā Ibrāhīm had just learned was her clit.

She went faster and faster and her noises got louder and louder until she gasped and her whole body tightened.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm could see her ardent Musalmān Choot contracting in spasm and more wetness dribble out.

The Musalmān girl just lay on the bed breathing hard and then she started giggling.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm was transfixed, she couldn’t look away.

“Suraiyā Ibrāhīm!!” I called from downstairs causing her to jerk and slam the laptop. “Supper in five minutes!”

She called back hoarsely.

“Ok!”

Her heart galloped in her chest as she stood and rushed to the bathroom, thoughts of the moaning Musalmān girl filling her thoughts.

She pulled her clothes off and took a long, lingering look at her body.

She touched each of her pointed nipples, puffed and pink, then slid her hand down between her legs where she felt her own slippery wetness.

She met her own eyes in the mirror, shocked.

Embarrassed, she turned the shower on and rinsed herself thoroughly between her legs.

Then got out and pulled on her new panties and bra set, simple and black, but the bikini cut of the panties made her feel adult and somehow sexy.

She pulled on her new black dress and matching heels.

She slid on the pearls I insisted on buying her.

The cost of them made her nervous, but she reasoned that we were staying in so we couldn’t possible go missing.

She came downstairs only to hear Ħāfizah Ashraf, the cook, and me, talking in furious hissing whispers.

“You don’t know she saw anything Ħāfizah Ashraf. Honestly, you’re being ridiculous.”

“I saw her watching, Durgesh. Clear as anything. I told you having her move in with you was going to be a pain.”

Chapter 8

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 6

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Chapter 6

Durgesh Åāliyah Kamāluddīn
Mecca Fataħ
Durgesh Al Jihad Al Vaqār

He smiled.
“Durgesh never doubted that it was the very thing we ourselves wanted?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn too smiled cunningly at her Musalmān husband.
“You have yourself watched the entire video in trimension, haven’t you? Decide yourself.”
“He still thinks our movement ‘Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah’ is only what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thinks it is?”
“Muħammad Kamāluddīn, You yourself have entered numerous affirmations and transmissions in between our videos and spread them everywhere as our porn videos. Haven’t we gotten positive results always?”
“Sure, if it weren’t so, we would have already abandoned this utopian scheme you Musalmān houseladies proposed.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always right, I told you.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn said triumphantly enthusiastically, “Our code Mecca Fataħ has worked with Al Ghausiyah Al Imtiyāz and it’s still working with us. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said it starts the time cycle of Mecca Fataħ once we announce it with Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock inside us.”
“Is it too Bījāxar now?” Muħammad Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly at his extremely beautiful wife.
“There, my dear husband, I’m sure, I can’t help you. I don’t know the Ultimate Science behind it they call Eīshān Vigyān.”

Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was still lying on her back.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn, her husband was between her legs.
He was eating her dazzling Musalmān Cunt.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn couldn’t deny since Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was fucking Durgesh, her already dazzling Musalmān beauty was becoming more and more dazzling.
He didn’t know his aids was being cured or not.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advised him to lick his Musalmān houseladies’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and even their Musalmān ass after Durgesh fucked them.
“The entire Pseudo Musalmān terrorism is immensely against Islam, Muħammad Kamāluddīn.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had put her right palm on his head, “See yourself. Your entire mujāhidīn are now suffering from aids, cancer etc. ever incurable diseases. Only their own Musalmān houseladies can cure them if they fuck Durgesh and let them lick their orgasmic secretions from right their sexual organs.”*

I asked Al Jihad Al Vaqār again,
“What did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī do then?”
“He went down to Mexico and had a talk with a lawyer. The Mexican lawyer advised Al Nādir Al Ghāzī he could establish a residence by some sort of proxy. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says the Mexican lawyer made it sound pretty good. He got a Mexican divorce and we married afterwards in Mexico. We followed a procedure worked out by the Mexican lawyer. She seemed not only to know her business but also she was the best in this game.”
“Game?”
“What else is it?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār asked me contemptuously, “They have made marriage difficult and Live in Relationship easy. The damn fools are harming the very society they are there to protect.”
I agreed with her.
Since Friedrich Engels had written ‘The Origin of Family Private Property and the State’, the shallow thinkers were crazy to destroy family to destroy Private Property.
They forget that Communism has failed miserably politically everywhere only within Seventy-Two years of its coming into power.
In the ever-erroneous enthusiasm of destroying Private Property, Friedrich Engels had sown the seeds of destruction of family.
Friedrich Engels never understood the unique and irreplaceable function of family in human life.
Friedrich Engels’ theory that the humankind must destroy family to destroy Private Property to get rid of Corruption was only theory when it was proposed in 1884 AD.
It wasn’t practiced until then anywhere.
The people of the entire globe then, were so fed up of corruption dominant then everywhere that they agreed even to destroy the family to get rid of corruption.
However, it was the blunder actually they committed to get rid of their mistake.
They never realized it then and a lot of people don’t realize it even now, after more than a century even.

I asked gravely.
“And then what happened?”
“Well,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is worried about Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. In his opinion, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has suddenly turned bitter.”
“Suddenly?”
“That’s right. The damn fool still doesn’t understand there isn’t anything suddenly as far as Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is concerned. She never loved Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. She was after his money ab initio.”
I smiled.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is one of those self-deceiving men that love to live in dreams ever. They are always afraid of the cold and hard facts if they don’t support their ever utopian dreams.”
“But it’s immensely harmful to them, Durgesh.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shuddered.
“I agree with you. Yet, most of us mankind are crazy to get feminine appreciation.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled cunningly.
“Are you telling me? We womankind understand it very well and immensely use it to get what we want from mankind.”
“The stupids like Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never understand it. Moreover, if even they realize it ever, they adamantly refuse to accept it. They deliberately deceive themselves that even if it’s right, they are an exception.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was horrified.
“Allah, you understand it too, Durgesh? Now, I think I know why no woman could dominate you ever. You, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, you are the ever greatest psychologist I’ve ever met in my life.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched me scrutinizing.
Yet, she continued to say,
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wants a property settlement. She wants things that would completely ruin Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“That’s what Al Nādir Al Ghāzī should have thought of before marrying her.” I said curtly, “The women like Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb have always done the same things to their foolish husband in the entire history. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never took any lesson from history.”
“He thinks the money is everything. He never cared what a woman can do if he can have someone to defeat her with the power of his money.”
“That’s why Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb his mine in New Mexico and his media empire in Ved Nagar to you?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
“What do you think?”
“What do you want from me?”
“The media empire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has given to me is still not completely transferred to my name legally. The process is taking more time than I’d anticipated.”
“So?”
“I want you to expedite the process and protect my interests in the meantime.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled at me seductively, “I’m one of your countless Musalmān lady friends that enjoy even the ultimate intimacy with you. Even if I’m not your Live in Relationship partner in your opinion…”
“That doesn’t make any difference. You said I’ve impregnated you,”
“There,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said gravely, “You promised me he’d be my son.”
“I won’t snatch away him from you ever, never worry. I’ve never snatched away any son of mine from his mother whether she lives with me, single, or with her duly married husband. Countless husbands think they have fathered their son from their duly married wives while actually I’ve fathered them. I never broke their illusion.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār put her arms around my neck.
Then she kissed me full on my lips.
“You don’t know what you’ve given to me. I can lick your feet for that proudly forever.”
“Nonsense, we are friends as you say, and friends are equal.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed me back.
I managed to fall on my back safely.
Immensely indebted, Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed me herself.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has married again. He thinks Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would never destroy him. I would never destroy him. He never imposed himself on either of us. He’d never be deceived. I hoped his Mexican divorce with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would be good. I wanted to find out something about it.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed herself too.
“I’ll look into his Mexican divorce. Where is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s first wife?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār straddled me.
She positioned my Uncut Hindu Cock between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and smiled at me mischievously.
“Want to fuck Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb too?”
“Why not? If she lets me.”
“She is here, in the city somewhere, but where? I don’t know. She telephoned Al Nādir Al Ghāzī from a pay station.”
“Pay station? Not from her mobile even?”
“She isn’t a fool enough to give Al Nādir Al Ghāzī any clue to her address.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has a lawyer?”
“She says she’s going to handle the property settlement by herself.”
“Doesn’t want to pay a lawyer’s fee?” I smiled.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was waiting for me to lift my waist up and enter her.
I didn’t.
I myself was enjoying the game of mutual teasing now.
“No,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said having my Uncut Hindu Cock between her labial lips only, not even rubbing it there, “she’s smarter than any two lawyers in the country. Present company excepted, of course. The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bitch is damned clever. She was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s secretary before he married her. Moreover, believe me, my dear Hindu ‘husband’ of mine, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is one of those extraordinary actually smart women that certainly know their way around when it comes to business—an actually smart woman.”
“I see. By the way, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s present wife—was she down at your office last night?”
“What?”
“I thought I saw a light up there,” I informed her gravely, “I was looking out of the window.”*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed herself on my rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
It entered her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
“I noticed light striking the upper landing of the fire escape. Your office is directly above mine.”
“That’s right.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “However, that isn’t anything unusual. My office is a media empire office. It’s open twenty four hours.”

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was engrossed in the document.
I advanced to the secretaire.
“I have perused the entire document once again, Durgesh.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī said gravely.
“I’ve too,” I said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hasn’t actually given his media empire to Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He has actually played a very clever game. He knew he couldn’t do what is required there. He got rid of it.”
“And challenged us in a way to do something to save it for Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He thinks even we can’t do anything.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb knows it?”
“I don’t think so. If she had she wouldn’t have playing the game she is playing now.”
“I love challenges, Al Hudā,”
“Are you telling me?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled, “I understand you now more. You never unsucceeded.”
“Until now,” I corrected her.
“Perhaps I have more faith in you than even you do have in yourself. We’ll again succeed, inshā’Allāh. I refuse to accept your correction.”
I hugged her, kissed and circled my arm around her slim waist.
“Thanks for boosting my morale.”
“You never did for yourself. You always did it for us Musalmān womankind. Didn’t you?”
I smiled patiently.
“Don’t get me wrong, Al Hudā. Womankind, yes. Yet, not always for Musalmān womankind only. I had to do it for my Brāhmañ wives too. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never cares to refer it in her speeches and talks. She tactically ignores it, to imply that I love you Musalmān Beauties only exclusively. Yet, it isn’t a fact, to be true exactly.”
“Nevertheless, mostly for us Musalmān Beauties, if not exclusively?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled looking at me anticipating my response in the affirmative.
I smiled.
“My Brāhmañ in laws are not as bad as my Musalmān in laws. The Brāhmañs were never militarized as Yazīd Malåūn and his bandit Mullahs and Maulavīs militarized the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“The Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs are luckier than us. Yet, how is it possible that Brāhmañs were never militarized if Lord Bhagvān Parashu Rām did his famous military campaigns against the Xatriýs, the descendants of the Bachhalyās twenty one times in twenty one Kalps, eras?”
“You are right. Sorry I forgot that.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
“You accept your mistakes immediately, don’t you?”
“The sooner we accept our mistake the sooner we are improved.”
“I’d try to remember it. I never admit I’m mistaken if I can manage it ever.”
“That’s nothing individual. Most of the humankind do it and delay their progress in evolution.”
“Allah,”
“That’s right,”
I walked toward the elaborately carved French armchair resting next to the Noor Jahān fruitwood game table.
I settled in the armchair.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me admiringly yet with a concern somewhat.
She didn’t try to come to me and sit on my lap as she always did.
“Worrying?” I smiled.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is playing some deep game we don’t even have any suspicion of,”
“Let him,”
“I never doubt your competence. Nevertheless, I’m not as optimistic of human beings as you are, Durgesh. Not even Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle is. He too criticizes you ruthlessly when he is filled against you to the brim,”
I smiled.
“I respect him.”
“You both have more faith in each other than in yourselves. The more Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle criticizes you openly for your ever impractical utopian humanity, the more his faith in you and your immense humanity increases.”
“He is an angel humanified.”
“Allah, you and your appreciation of him. No doubt Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Nafīsah Salmān Kħālājān can’t bear it ever.”
I laughed.

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī immediately entered in the subject.
“His Abbū was very much cautious when he instructed me to prepare the testament. He wanted you but you were too busy in defending the life of some framed ones that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Abbū himself couldn’t insist on you any more. He had to compromise on me on your assurance that you promise to guide me always if there come any circumstances that would obstacle the fulfillment of his wishes.”
I didn’t say anything.
She was only forewording what I wanted to discuss with her.
Originally, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was one of my countless Salhajs, the countless Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives of the brothers of my Musalmān Live in Relationship partners.
Like most of them, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī didn’t have any complaints against her husband.
Yet, our companionship of most hours did not let her not to notice the unique attributes I had more than his own husband.
She fought her best not to fall in love with me as the other women did.
Nevertheless, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī couldn’t succeed.
She confided with her husband.
“I have to confess you something, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad.”
“I think I know,”
“What?”
“I’m not blind, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.”
“Sorry, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad. I failed to be your ever faithful wife.”
“I don’t think so,”
“What?”
“If you were not faithful to me, you could have surrendered to your heart and emotions already before discussing it with me. I don’t blame you.”
“Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad,”
“That’s what I said when we decided to come here.”
“Sorry, I thought Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī were feeling herself lonely and I hadn’t any confidence on Kħadījah Muħammad.”
“Do you want divorce?”
“That’s the problem I want to discuss with you.”
“What do you propose about our daughters? Sorry, even if I prepare myself to separate from you, I am unable to imagine even how I can live without my children.”
“That’s the problem with me too.”
“Our eldest daughter is only ten years old now. The second one seven, the third is five, the fourth is two years only. She needs you very much.”
“They all need me. I can’t do anything irresponsible ever that affects their development adversely. They need both the mother and father for their proper psychological development.”

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī controlled herself ultimately.
“Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, left him the bulk of his estate. He provided a trust for his daughters, granddaughters and his entire Musalmān houseladies related to him in any way. He gave the title to one of his seven hundred eighty six homes in various Islamic and other countries, to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s stepmother, Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid. Of his public holdings, the real estate wonder owned half the stock that he passed to his son, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid, of course, owned the other half always.”
I didn’t say anything.
I let Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī brief me.
I didn’t tell her that I myself had perused the entire document carefully before starting to discuss it with her.
I wanted to listen to her own version of the gist of the testament.
The second opinion always eliminated most of the possibilities of the individual mistakes.
That’s why the Democracy is always preferred on Autocracy.
No dictatorship ever as succeeded in the entire history of humankind as Democracy.
That’s why India has such a long history successfully while the other cultures have kept to rise and collapse in their due course.
India is famous for its Gañs, democratic states, Panchāyats.
The Rudrgañ even in the ancient times.
Islam, the last version of Vedic Monotheist Hinduism, is also famous for its Saħābiyāt, Saħābah and the fact that Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never announced his replacement in the administration.
The Ummat-e-Muslimah decided her leader, Siddīq-e-Åāzam razī Allāhu Tålā ånahu.
“The other seven hundred eighty five homes went to Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s sisters, daughters and his other Musalmān houseladies. There were some token bequests. Mainly, minor shares in the TV channels, magazines and syndicate—to some of the old timers who have been in his employ for years. A dozen bequests to various distant relatives.”
“Yet, the rest to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I smiled, “The ranches—”
“Just about everything is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s. The mines in Ved Nagar, Utah and Nevada. Oil wells in Rajasthan India, in Oklahoma and Texas. The chain of markets in Ved Nagar. The Ved Nagar real estate. The Ved Nagar merchant ships. The art works, except for a few he left to the Ved Nagar Museum.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī chuckled mischievously.
“Why the chuckle?” I myself smiled impishly.
“Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled naughtily, “Even Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, the Real Estate Wonder, could not mention her in his will.”

Chapter 7
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