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Chapter 10

Durgesh Al Jalāl Al Tayyab

Ever since I fucked my first Musalmān pussy I saw that little crinkled pink Musalmān hole too so close by.
Yet I never have been an ass man.
Never.
Yes, I fucked countless of my extremely lovely Musalmān women in their gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass too, but it was only because either they themselves wanted and insisted on it, persistently, or the circumstances demanded so from us.
It was similar as I always wanted to establish platonic relationship with so many women, yet I never succeeded.
Not even a single woman ever respected my such a pious desire.
Except my own Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb.
She was the person that made the present day Durgesh, with her husband, sisters, cousins and her ladyfriends.
The recently crashed platonic relationships were more troublesome for me.
After her tremendous success with my stepdaughters, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had targeted now my daughters in law.*

As a youth, the beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls who deliberately imposed their soft Musalmān bodies on my ever unyielding unique ever Benevolent legendary ever unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund, compelled me either this way or that, to yield to play involving their Musalmān rectums.
I didn’t know why actually it was so then.
However, now I know it was due to their orthodox Musalmān parents’ heavy orthodox behavior they were adamant to insist Religious.
Yazīd Malåūn and his bandits Mullahs and Maulavīs deliberately insisted to convert most of the Musalmīn into a military power instead of educating them.
The then Årab Burdāfaroshs, Årab lady slave traders, never wanted, neither they could ever afford, the average Musalmān to be educated properly.
Though the Madarsahs were opened in a large number, yet they were heavily biased to teach in the vile interests of the themselves uneducated/under educated Pseudo Musalmīn rulers.
The trend was deliberately protected even now, either under this ‘religious’ pretext or that.

Mostly, I had to stick my Uncut Hindu Lund in here or there as they sucked me to orgasm.
It was always a compulsion to me to place my Uncut Hindu Lund against their Musalmān sphincter, and then as it pulsed as she came, I could usually get away with getting my Uncut Hindu Lund in and rooting around in there.
Nevertheless, all too soon, they became aware of the Hindu invader, and they went berserk till I took it out.
Of course, the Musalmān girls tried licking and sucking me and sometimes even sticking their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue in my ass hole too, I hated it more immensely.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls might like it, in their immense ignorance but I generally refused to kiss them later if they had frenched my shit chute.*

I was 65 she was 18.
Eīshān! She was hot.
She was a very wealthy Musalmān heiress here, with her own sports entertainment company, including the local minor league baseball team.
I was at a game with my neighbors.
One neighborhood Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girl was after me, and had been teasing me for months.
She knew I didn’t like sex with Just Eighteen Just Adult girls, myself being sixty five.
At the ballpark, she had cornered me as I came out of the bathroom, pushed me up against the wall and began to kiss me.
Her hand reached under my shorts and locked on to my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund, tugged it a few times, still trying to kiss me.
I was dumbfounded at her audacity and strength at her only Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Well, despite it, I appreciated the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girl, but I was 65, with a prick that would fuck anything, basically.
I got hard, she got excited, and she asked if she could give me a blowjob.
Well, Eīshān! Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew it would cause problems later, but for now, I needed to blow my wad too.

Al Nafīs Al Zohrah took my hand, and led me to an area by the outer wall where there were some trashcans.
There was a waist high wall around them, and she simply pulled me in, squatted down, pulled my shorts down and engulfed me.
Obviously, Al Nafīs Al Zohrah was too obsessed to suck my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund that she never cared how so many times older than herself I was.
She too had the similar argument as my other too younger Musalmān beloveds had.
Islam is the only religion that advocates optimum competence oriented couples, as Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and Ummil Momjnīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā were. Islam hates age oriented ever incompetent marriages immensely.’
I smiled.
I never believed this excuse despite most of the Musalmīn criticized and hated me for it.
That’s easier said than done, for I have a very thick ever unyielding unique ever Benevolent legendary ever unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
It is only around 7 inches, but the thickness makes it appear to be a bat.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah did good though, getting me in her extremely lovely extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān mouth, scraping against her teeth and letting me in to the back of her throat.
I came as I felt her gag around my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund again, as I shoved my Hindu thickness further down her throat.
She spent a few minutes, licking me clean, and finally I was tired of her.
I needed more finally.
I turned around, pulled my ever erect Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund out of her extremely lovely extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān mouth and hands, and there was this incredibly classy young Musalmān woman, in a beige business suit standing there with a half smile on her face, just staring at me.
I shrugged, smiled back, pulled my shorts up over my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund and hurried back to our seats.

After the game, I was wandering around behind her parents as they stopped every few minutes to talk to friends and acquaintances.
I smiled hi now and then, paying no attention.
Until that is, they stopped to talk to the young Musalmān woman who had seen me tucking in my ever unyielding unique ever Benevolent legendary ever unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her parents introduced us, but I didn’t even hear her name properly.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah was extremely gorgeous closer up.
She was model beautiful.
There was something exotic about her.
She reeked of class, money and somehow sex.
I thought about her seeing my ever erect Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund, and my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund jumped.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah, the young Musalmān woman, came toward me.
My Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund rose more.
She took my hand.
Eīshān! Was it soft?
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah invited me to come by her office some time, and she would make sure I got some complimentary tickets to some games for me and my Musalmān lady friends.
I thanked her.
I never said I never needed it.
I had infinite money and I always spent it leniently on my lady friends.
It wasn’t good to say it.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah turned around, said a few more words to her parents and their friends.
When she turned, she somehow backed closer to me, and as she turned, I felt her hand brush across my now mostly hard, ever unyielding unique ever-benevolent legendary ever-unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
It jumped again, and as she stood there a second, I could smell her hair, and feel the heat of her extremely beautiful body so close.
As I was standing there engrossed, her other arm had snaked behind her back.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah pressed her hand backward, and touched my straining Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever-sensitive ever-active Uncut Hindu Lund.
She grasped my Hindu pole through my light shorts and gave me a few squeezes.
Then she was gone.
I was left speechless, with my monster my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund tenting out my shorts.
After I could finally breathe, I turned sharply, hollered I’d meet them at the car and sauntered to the bathroom.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was already there for me.
She grabbed my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever-sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund through my shorts, and pulled at my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund as Al Nafīs Al Zohrah had done.
I closed my eyes.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s young Musalmān Choot wrapped in completely around my Hindu manhood and I fucked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and fucked.
The young Musalmān Choot of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, sliding over my Hindu shaft felt sooo good.
I saw her face, and that half smile and those full lips, lips I wanted wrapped around my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever-sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund, and awww Eīshān! I was cumming.*

Al Sādiyah Arraħmān flung herself into her mother’s arms.
She loved her and had not seen her in months.
At last her Ammī, Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī, held her off and scrutinized Al Sādiyah Arraħmān.
“Far as I can tell, you look great, fit and trim,” Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī smiled gravely, “May be you could stand a few more pounds,”
“Allah, Ammī,” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān laughed, “I’m 118, and I’m staying that way until I find a man.”
“What’s with this man’s stuff? Ever since I can remember you’ve had dozens of men at your heels.”
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān laughed.
“Don’t talk like Abbū. He is conservative. He is orthodox. Not you.”
Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī sighed.
“You still blame him?”
“Don’t you? Even after he has divorced you?”
“Girlie, our Ummat, our society is still suffering from immense backwardness due to its tremendous opposition to modern scientific education.”
Narendr Modi is coming,” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān smiled, “He wouldn’t treat us Musalmīn as his vote bank, as the pseudo secular syndicate did.”
“I hope so,” her Ammī, Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī, smiled, “you young generation doesn’t have somewhat more hope with Narendr Modi?”
“He is the only hope, Ammī, if India actually wants to come out of the darkness UPA government’s ten years darkest rule imposed on it.”

Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī, her Ammī, listened patiently and then asked Al Sādiyah Arraħmān, her daughter.
“I asked you what’s with this man’s stuff? Ever since I can remember you’ve had dozens of men at your heels.”
“Simple, obvious, I mean the right man.” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān cooed.
“How old are you, twenty seven?”
“Twenty eight, going on twenty nine, almost thirty.”
“Twenty eight. Correct. Forgive me. At fifty, one tends to get hazy about birthdays, other people’s as well as one’s own.”
Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī looked her daughter, Al Sādiyah Arraħmān, over again.
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān was a medium high, as Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī and her former husband Nasīruddīn Ikħlāq Muħammad himself was.
Both the Ammī and daughter were willowy, supple, with loose blond hair, luminous eyes, a pert nose and wide grin.
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān was exactly carbon copy of her extremely beautiful Ammī, similarly vivacious too.
Both were cheerful, vibrant, immensely smart and even more attractive in their green apricot sweater, slim dark green skirt.
“Sorry, Al Sādiyah Arraħmān,” Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī said, “I’m not worried about you. There may be men, but Durgesh is…”
“Unique.” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān completed her sentence, “Ammī, why the hell do you want me to compete with you? Obviously, I lack your experiences to please Durgesh,”
Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī shook her hand and led her into the living room.
“I can’t tell you how tickled I was with your winning the Ved Nagar Pavmān Som award. A great coup in journalism, my child. Congratulations again.”
“Shukriyah, Ammī.”
“I read those clippings at least five times. That was a helluva series, that exposé. Imagine all those so called respectable millionaire married beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān women. Working part time for that gay pimp, Ikħlāq Muħammad. Even if he blackmailed them…”
“He didn’t have to. They themselves needed excitement. They were bored.”
“Allah, you mean they succumbed even to prostitution only because they were bored? I could never imagine.”
“Ammī, these aren’t your comparatively moral days. Nowadays morals are far cry, out of fashion actually. Even incest is now a movement for women emancipation and women rights.” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān smiled bitterly.
“Damn the beasts.”
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān smiled sadly.

Chapter 11
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam