The Extent:7Posted: April 10, 2011
A Fantasy Or
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ smiled at me.
“Well well well, my old patient has called me once more as a doctor.”
“Not for me, Sālī. Tell me something about sleepwalking if you know.”
“If I know? What do you mean? I am a doctor.”
“Who is sleepwalking?”
“No one. One of my friends pretended that he sleepwalks.”
“And you want your friend not to be caught?”
“More. You have to accompany me to his house.”
“No problem. But what have I to do there?”
“Nothing, till I don’t tell you to do anything.”
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ smiled.
“Am I really needed there?”
“Well, you are an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān. Yet you are one of the chief architects of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. Shankar Mahāpralayankar wants to meet you.” his extremely beautiful Lebanese Årab Musalmān wife, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, smiled at him.
“He wants to talk you about your new purchase of the abandoned island.”
“Not for repurchasing it from me, I hope. I’m only the dummy purchaser.”
“Jalāl!”Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ interrupted.
“The real purchasers are Islamic Countries, Farīdah. Why don’t you believe me?”
“You earned that money.”
“Yes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was your partner. But—”
“It all was planned by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself. She asked me only to help her.”
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ was suddenly serious.
“Yes, I know.” Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ looked at me, then at his Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Husband, “You never touched me even after we married. You helped me to get Durgesh for my extramarital affair with him. And you yourself suggested and insisted that you want to clean my sexual organs after I have sex with Durgesh, with your tongue.”
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ watched his wife gravely.
“I’m not alone, Farīdah.”
“Yes. You told me that. But—”
“But you never believed me.”
“You think it quite impossible what I say. Don’t you?”
“They are cuckolds, I say.”
“All of them?”
“All of them. If not, at least most of them.”
“How do you know?”
“Because they are the real architects of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. They are the real purchasers of that abandoned island. I’m only their representative, their agent.”
“I—”Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ was dumbfounded for a moment, “I can’t even try to believe you, Jalāl!”
Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest rose and sank.
For a second or two, Muħammad Åbdullah was the only person breathing.
His lips parted to eat or drink, occasionally to talk, but never to smile.
Muħammad Åbdullah was angry.
It was, however, as usual.
The royal Sheikħs present there, believed that Muħammad Åbdullah even slept in hostility.
But, would Muħammad Åbdullah now curse, threaten, throw things, or simply boil under the surface?
The man was simply dangerous outright.
They were even watching and enjoying it very much in those videos.
What would he do?
They never knew with Muħammad Åbdullah.
The man is even shrewd enough to have Durgesh on his side.
Muħammad Åbdullah stopped at the edge of the royal table between two old royal Sheikħs.
They were the senior partners.
They were the members of the group of the multinational companies.
They were not Saůūdī Årab both.
One of them was Saůūdī Årab and represented Al Saåūd royal family.
The second represented Iraq.
Well, Muħammad Åbdullah was actually also one of them.
So, he had every right to growl and bark in their hallways for a month now.
Being even elders and seniors to Muħammad Åbdullah, neither of them dared not to look at him.
“What number?” Muħammad Åbdullah asked of Al Abu Bakr.
“Fifty nine.” Al Abu Bakr answered quickly, anxious to please Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Go back to fifty five.”Muħammad Åbdullah demanded.
Al Abu Bakr flicked rapidly until the face of Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ was once again on the wall.
Paperwork ruffled around the table.
“What do you know?”Muħammad Åbdullah asked.
“The same.” Al Abu Bakr tried to meet Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes.
But under the pressure of Muħammad Åbdullah’s very eyes, Al Abu Bakr was almost immediately looking away.
The beast had the videos of not only his wives but also of his entire houseladies.
And Al Abu Bakr was licking their sexual organs after I had sex with them.
Even Al Abu Bakr’s daughters and daughters in law were in them.
The beast has him completely in his control.
Why could he not control himself?
He failed to be one of the muttaqīn.
In Al Qur’an Al Kareem, 9th Sūrat, Sūrat At-Tawbah, Āyat-e-Karīmah 4, Allah Subħān wa Tålā has stated:
‘Indeed, Allah loves the persons who control themselves.’
Well, he, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, could not control himself.
He is lånat ålayhi.
Allah wouldn’t love him.
He has expressly declared:
‘Indeed, Allah loves the persons who control themselves.’
—Al Qur’ān Al Karīm: 9 At-Tawbah: 4
‘Guide us to the immortal path.
The path of those You have bestowed favor upon, not of those who have evoked anger or of those who are astray.’
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr is maghazūbi ålayhi.
He has evoked the anger of Allah Rabbil åālmīn.
Now he is one of ‘azzvallīn’ ‘astrays’.
He can’t win Muħammad Åbdullah anymore.
Allah Raħmānirraħīm is not with him now.
He is with Muħammad Åbdullah.
Muħammad Åbdullah repeated what Al Abu Bakr said sarcastically.
“The same? That’s just great. Out of two hundred, how many of them are still mysterious?”
“All Musalmān Beauties?”
“No these are males.”
“And how many Musalmān Beauties are still mysterious? May I ask the great Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr?”
“Subħān Allah. Måshā Allah. So we still have thirty five mysterious personalities?” Muħammad Åbdullah snorted and shook his head slowly.
Everyone waited for his eruptions.
It was naturally expected from him.
It was his characteristic when he talked with Årab Sheikħs.
The everywhere aggressive Årab Sheikħs were reduced to almost always defensive rats in front of Muħammad Åbdullah.
They could not even kill him.
More horniest than even the horniest Hindus.
It was to their greatest relief that, Muħammad Åbdullah, instead, stroked his gray beard, played with it thoughtfully, looked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr and allowed the severity of the moment filter in.
Then he did not say.
“You’ll work whole night. Your daily routine must be met with within four hours, including your sleep. Haven’t all of your idiosyncrasies already slept too much?”
All the Årab Sheikħs were furious and wanted Muħammad Åbdullah to show his place.
But they knew it would be as disastrous to them as were never before.
With obvious efforts, the Årab Sheikħs controlled themselves and nodded.
“I want all of your idiosyncrasies here at 10.00 AM sharp again.”Muħammad Åbdullah said with cold finality, and marched out of the room.
The door slammed.
The air lightened considerably.
Then, in unison, all the “powerful”, all the “mighty” Årab Sheikħs, with their present efficient leader Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, glanced at their watches.
“Allah. The devil himself.” Al Abu Bakr gritted his teeth, “Now I understand how Ħazrat Siddīq-e-Åāzamrzu should had felt when he found Ħuzūrs were no more there with himrzu.”
They had just been ordered to spend almost all the next two days, two nights and five hours more here.
And all this time, they had to look at the enlarged photos of faces they are tired of watching, memorizing names and birthdates, and vital stats even, of two hundred people.
And there wasn’t any doubt anywhere in the room that they all would do exactly what they had been told to do.
Not even the slightest.
Muħammad Åbdullah was dangerous beyond their capacity.
Even though Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was now 19, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr remembered, when Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was younger, I would take her and her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, to the circus.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, said that Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could only have one treat.
Once her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, went to the bathroom, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr pulled the “pleeeeze Durgesh” routine and I always gave in.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr guessed I felt because I was not her real daddy but her step-daddy that I had to do more to get her to love me.
That wasn’t so.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr loved me more than anything.
I was the one who raised Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr when her real Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, would have nothing to do with Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr.
It was really his loss.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, met and started her live in relationship with me.
I loved Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and that was all Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr needed.
Even though I was her step-daddy, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr never introduced me as that.
When her friends would come over, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr would say “meet my dad” because to Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr that was exactly what I was.
I loved Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and she knew that if Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr pouted just right, I was putty in her hands.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr thought that she had become closer to me than was her own Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, to her.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr never thought that her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, was a bad Ammī.
She loved Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and worked to give her anything and everything Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wanted.
There was nothing Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr can even mention wanting that she didn’t go get an extra job to get for her.
Saying that, the only thing that bothered Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was the way she treated me.
She was much younger than me and used that to tease me.
She loved to be wanted.
She paid special attention to other women in front of me, letting me know how “wanted” she was.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew she would never do anything with them.
She wouldn’t because she was a prude.
It made Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr so angry to hear me demanding her for sex night after night.
Although I was older, my libido was apparently out of control.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, was like me with the fact that she can’t whimper.
Everything she said to me in our bedroom came across loud and clear in her bedroom.
The more Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr listened, the more she felt bad for me.
The more Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr listened, the more Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wanted me.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wanted to make things better for me the way I had always done for her.
I was quite the man.
I ran every day and kept myself in excellent shape.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had even noticed her friends checking me out.
Once again, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr lay here attempting to get some sleep, but Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was unable to, because Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was listening to her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, and me.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, was being her typical self and refusing to give me any sex.
“Sex is not immaterial with the further evolution of a person, Zaynab bint Åāmir.”I also smiled at her, “It’s not true that sex is an animal need.”
“That’s what you say.”
“Please Durgesh. I accept once I was even sexier than you. I wanted sex from you even more than you wanted from me. I left Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr because he could not, and did not, want to provide enough sex to me that I needed.”
“No. Don’t get me wrong. Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr has his other shortcomings too.”
“Yes?”I smiled at Zaynab bint Åāmir patiently.
“Doesn’t your wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, love you?”
“I never said she doesn’t. On the quite contrary, her love to me is absolutely exclusive.”
“And you are even proud of that?”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“And still you fuck almost infinite of us Musalmān Beauties as savagely as no other man can even dream?”
“Because I need it. And NOT infinite of you Musalmān Beauties. It’s impossible.”
“Impossible? Why? Don’t you claim your infinite etheric bodies are being projected now?”
“What?”Zaynab bint Åāmir smiled at me sarcastically, “You never claim that your infinite etheric bodies are being projected now?”
“Never. I only doubt that such is the case.”I smiled at Zaynab bint Åāmir patiently.
Zaynab bint Åāmir was still nude.
She was still lying on her back.
I was still atop Zaynab bint Åāmir between her legs.
I was still fucking Zaynab bint Åāmir to my heart’s content savagely.
Zaynab bint Åāmir forgot she was now protesting it.
Zaynab bint Åāmir was behaving with me now somewhat patronizingly.
“You mean you doubt that now, when you are still fucking me, you are fucking almost infinite of us Musalmān Beauties too?”
“Yes, it’s my doubt. It’s not my claim.”
“Yes. You are right. That’s a strong possibility.”
“You fantasize you are an imaginary Param Purush, the Absolute Man that lives not on oxygen, on nonstop, ever unbroken, sexual intercourses, with entire Musalmān Beauties in the infinite creations that ever existed, now exist and will exist ever in infinite future. Don’t you?”
“Yes. But I never fantasize it. I know it.”
“Yes. To you.”
“To me. And to everyone else too who is sane and want to remain sane.”
“I never asked anyone to believe it.”
“But you yourself do believe it. Don’t you?”
“I don’t only believe it. I know it.”
Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed.
“Either you are an ever incurable liar, or you’ve self hypnotized yourself to the incredulous extent.”
“Even if it is so, what is harmful in it to anyone? Can you tell me?” I smiled at Zaynab bint Åāmir still patiently immensely.
“That’s the beauty of this fantasy. It isn’t harmful to anyone.”
“It’s harmful to yourself.”
“You may think it’s true.”
“May? I may? I know it’s true.”
“What an infinite dirty and ever nasty mind you have, Durgesh.”
“Have I harmed anyone ever with it?”
“No. Never. I do agree. But it is harmful to yourself, you don’t know.”
“How, my darling?”
It broke Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr’s heart to hear me arguing with her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, like that.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr heard her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, finally got up.
And she went to the living room to sleep on the couch, to avoid anymore sex with me.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had had enough.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr refused to let her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, treat me like this anymore.
When Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr heard her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, settle on to the couch and turn the TV on, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr decided that now it was her time.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr quietly sneaked into our bedroom and touched me.
“Durgesh, I had a nightmare” Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr whimpered to me.
“Your Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, is in the living room” I whimpered quietly, turning to try and focus on Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr.
“Can I sleep in your bed, with you, Durgesh?” Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr leaned closer to me, letting her nightgown covered breasts to run across my arms.
I patted the bed beside me.
That was only what Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr needed.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr quickly climbed in.
As we lay in the bed, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr couldn’t help but think of the conversation between me and her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, earlier.
Me demanding her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, for more sex.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, refusing me, just like she did, as often as she could.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr snuggled up to me as close as Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could get.
Since Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr always had been and was now a college cheerleader, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān body was in excellent shape.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew it was much better than even her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir’s.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr kissed me on the cheek and told me how much she appreciated me being her knight in shining armor.
Although it was dark, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could feel me smile as I said,
“That was my job, baby.”
As we drifted off to sleep, I felt Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr’s hands begin to roam my Hindu male body.
She wanted to give me the attention of a woman, I needed then very much.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew I was hyper sexual.
Even her own beautiful girlfriends had taken benefit of it and had themselves fucked me very much.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had smiled.
“Hey, you enjoy my Hindu dad?”
“Very much. He is the ever best.”
I wanted a woman to make me feel complete always.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr just assumed that since we had been living in live in relationship now for 17 years, we had grown apart.
It was not true.
But it was what Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr thought and believed to be true.
I still wanted her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, more.
But her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, wanted now exactly nothing from me, but only the security of our Live in relationship.
She was more interested now in Islam than in sex.
She said it was the way it was in her family.
Sex was a chore.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was not nearly as experienced as her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir was, but Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew that sex was wonderful.
Sex was not a chore.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr decided that it was time to give me what I deserved.
The female companionship I desired.
The loving relationship I craved.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr continued her sweet caresses.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock harden against her leg.
It was time.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr reached closer and kissed me.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr didn’t kiss me like we kissed when I dropped her off for school.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr kissed me like a young grown up adult Musalmān Beauty.
Needless to say, I was a bit stunned and said,
“Baby, we shouldn’t, I wouldn’t want you to hate me.”
But Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr again kissed me as passionately as Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could.
Her kiss let me know that Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could never hate me.
She kissed me fanatically for what felt like an eternity.
Moreover, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr began to explore my body using her hands.
Well, I knew now that I couldn’t, and shouldn’t, refuse to her.
She was excited and wanted sex very much.
Even the hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was not my half daughter anymore.
She was a fully grown up adult young Musalmān Beauty of twenty eight years.
Capable fully to take her decisions herself.
She hadn’t approached me tonight as my half daughter.
She had approached me now as an adult young woman in need of not my preaching, but my adult Hindu love instead I was legendary for.
Yes, I am sixty two.
Yes, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr is twenty eight only.
But she had refused to admit any importance of our age difference.
What can I do now?
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was already playing with my Uncut Hindu Cock now.
We continued kissing with a passion that had been brewing for years.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr whimpered to me,
“Durgesh, I want you to make love to me, the way you want to make love to my Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir.”
I kissed each her cheek and told her how much I would love that.
No preaching now, I told myself strictly.
No preaching now.
Yet, I really wanted to make sure Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was really serious.
“Tell me again, baby!”
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had been snooping around her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, and my room long enough to know that I liked it a bit rough and raw.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was in to bondage and discipline and she had even read most of my books and stories about sex too.
Those words were all it took and I was ultimately quick to oblige.
I practically tore her nightgown off, nibbling on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān body as I did.
Something about my kisses to Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr caused her to orgasm, before I even entered her.
Sure, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had masturbated to this scene on several occasions, but to have my warm Hindu lips on her, was more than Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could take.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr loved the feel as I stretched her, while fucking Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr.
“Damn baby, Your Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, never let me just take control of her and if I tried, she would tell me not to rape her.”
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr pulled me close to her.
“Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr promises to give you everything that her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, won’t. Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wants you to think of me each time you get in the bed with her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir. Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wants you to taste me when you kiss her, now fuck me hard Durgesh. My friends say you are the best. How unlucky I am not to get you inside me before. I’ve wasted ten grand years of my life. But not now even a single moment. Just fuck me as savagely as you can. I want it. I need it.”
And I fucked Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr, perhaps even more savagely than I wanted to fuck her equally beautiful Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir.
I fucked Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr whole night, nonstop, in various sex positions.
She was very grateful to me.
Ultimately, my grunting got louder as I approached to orgasm.
I bit on her nipple and Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was pushed over the edge.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān body convulsed with a wild orgasm as she screamed and I spewed my Hindu semen into her hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
We took a moment to catch our breath as I lay on top of Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr, my Uncut Hindu Cock still filling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I kissed Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr tenderly.
“I love you baby, I am thrilled that you gave me the gift you did. I will always treasure you.”
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr let me know that “I better” and that Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr fully expected me to come into her room and make love to her anytime I wanted.
She told me to expect more “nightmares from her as tonight it was.”
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