The Audacity 3Posted: July 14, 2011
I smiled proudly.
I was enjoying it once more very much.
“I need your help, Durgesh.”
“I always helped you, my dear. Didn’t I?”
We both were nude.
I was lying on my back.
“This favor I’m asking you can consume your precious time very much.”
“It can take one month plus even.”
“You have told me that already and I have assured you not to worry about my time, whatsoever it may take.”
“I can never think how to be grateful to you now for it.”
“Forget it. We are fucking each other for complete forty four years now. You are my Ammī Wife, darling.”
“I’m grateful to the situation that caused me to suck your Uncut Hindu Penis so openly.”
“I can never forget your unique audacity to help me then.”
“You’ve already paid for it by helping me always through every thick and thin.”
“We have two relationships. My Ammī Ħuzūr wanted me to call you ‘Ammī’, but the peculiar circumstances made you my practical wife. You are one of my so many Ammī Wives. This relationship is not a business relationship. It’s a most intimate emotional relationship. We are not two persons even. We are only one person.”
“Do you need any more assurance that whatever the circumstances I’m bound to help you?”
“No, thank you.”
“Then how much more time you’d take to come to the main point?”
“I know. You have three sons from Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Now what?”
“Yes, we both are Hindus. Now, go ahead.”
“My two elder sons from Shankar Mahāpralayankar are Brigadier Jamāl Kħālid and Colonel Ashraf Kħālid. My third son from Shankar Mahāpralayankar is a SIMI activist Murād Kħālid. Each of these three have four four Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beautiful wives.”
“Please fuck our these twelve Bahū Begums.”
“I’m sorry darling. But I haven’t another alternative. My Brigadier and Colonel sons suspect you are already fucking their extremely beautiful Musalmān wives. My third son from Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Murād Kħālid, has gone underground. His fourth wife, Al Nāsirah Al Saåūd is still waiting for him. Recently married she is so unfortunate that she has not enjoyed even his shab-e-ůrosī.”
I watched her tartly.
“And you want; Al Nāsirah Al Saåūd must enjoy her shab-e-ůrosī with me, instead of with Murād Kħālid, his husband?”
“What’s wrong in it?”Ammī, Imāmzādī Dr. Ůzrah Kħālid asked me curtly.
“Twenty eight daughters in law would be my daughter in law wives now. I’d be their father in law husband. And you ask me What’s wrong in it?”
“What’s wrong in it?”
“Isn’t it sheer incest?”
“Oh, come on. We are doing incest for forty four years already now. How many Ammī Wives you have, how many Bājī Wives you have, how many sister Wives you have, how many daughter Wives you have, how many daughters in law Wives you have, how many Bhāhījān Wives you have, you yourself can’t count. You fuck all of them enjoying every moment of it. And now you are talking of sheer incest? Excellent! Look at me, my dear son husband, you have to fuck your twelve new daughter in law wives more now. You have to let Al Nāsirah Al Saåūd enjoy her shab-e-ůrosī with you. And that’s final. I don’t want to hear any more bloody argument from you.”*
It all was very troublesome for Muħammad Waħīd that it was a typical Friday night.
The day had special sacred place in Islam.
Perhaps even more sacred than Ravi Vār, Sunday, for Hindus, Christians and Jews.
All the Musalmīn gathered in Masājid to worship Allah together, offering Salāt-e-Juma’.
Normally we would do the usual get together then get onto a Club till the early hours.
Tonight though Muħammad Waħīd wasn’t really up for it, neither was I.
So we left the others to see how the night went and grabbed a bite to eat after which Muħammad Waħīd wandered home.
I went along, as I lived in the same direction as Muħammad Waħīd.
In addition, the fact was that there was a book of Maulānah Saiyad Abul Åālā Maudūdī raħamatullāh ålayhi, Muħammad Waħīd had taken from me, but I needed it now to quote some relevant passages from it in some of my under writing books, stories, novels and articles.
Jamåt-e-Islāmī was a dream institution for me always.
Of course, I was never its active member.
Yet, the ever humanitarian principles, on the Jamåt was established initially, were always attractive to me.
It was troublesome for me now to hear it was involved in some inhuman/sub human, animalistic terrorist communal activities.
At home, Muħammad Waħīd suggested we should talk about it more.
“You know I joined Jamåt-e-Islāmī only because you never stop praising it, while you are basically a Hindu.”
We got home just before midnight.
Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad, Muħammad Waħīd’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife was still up watching TV.
Muħammad Waħīd had married her four years ago.
Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad was his eighth wife.
His previous seven wives had deserted him for me and now living with me as my Live in relationship Partners.
Muħammad Waħīd was actually my friend and sālā, both.
“Sālé,” I laughed, “All your real sisters and cousins have joined my bed. All your Ammīs, Kħālās, Mumānīs etc have joined my bed too. Many of your Nānās, Māmūs, Kħālūs, cousins, either expressly or otherwise, have stopped to allow me in their homes. Yet you still think I should be allowed to enter your house.”
“You are my brother in law.” Muħammad Waħīd smiled, “I love my sisters and cousins more than my cheating wives who love your bed more than mine.”
“I appreciate your love for your sisters, cousins, Ammīs, Kħālās, Mumānīs etc.” I said gravely, “But you have a real danger. What if Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad also—”
“Well, four years have already passed. So many times, you have come here and stayed in nights. Sometimes even, I had to go out. You lived here alone with my present wife Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad. If she had to surrender to your Hindu masculine charms, she’d have already done so much before it.”
“How do you know she didn’t have sex with me then?”I asked him teasingly.
Muħammad Waħīd did not smile.
“I’ve already divorced my seven wives for you. I’d gladly divorce even thousands of them, if they love you more than me. Islam is a natural dīn, Durgesh. It does not require its followers to live in dreams.”
I patted him on his shoulders.
“I appreciate your stand, Waħīd.”
“Well, I don’t want to keep a woman with me only because she has made a mistake to marry me. Better divorce her and start afresh.”
“I understand and appreciate it too.”
Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad was surprised to see Muħammad Waħīd home so early, but being so easy going she just shrugged her shoulders letting us get on with discussing what we wanted to.
Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad was five years younger than Muħammad Waħīd was and quite stunning.
But there again Muħammad Waħīd could never work out how he could have settled with such a gorgeous women.
She was loving, sensuous and tremendously erotic, never failing to blow his mind.
The lads were always saying how lucky Muħammad Waħīd was and that if he got bored they would sort her out for him.
Knowing his mates, that meant more than just looking after her!
More like fucking her senseless, something about this though always got his pulse racing a little bit, probably because Muħammad Waħīd had this recurring fantasy about seeing her with me, due to his previous experiences with his previous seven cheating wives.
Muħammad Waħīd had recently brought the subject up whilst making love.
It seemed to excite Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad too.
On a recent occasion, whilst Muħammad Waħīd was switching between sucking her tits and eating her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, she had brought up the subject going into explicit detail of what Muħammad Waħīd would have to watch her do to me whilst Muħammad Waħīd watched.
Allah! It was so mind blowing listening to her that Muħammad Waħīd couldn’t help but cum there and then!.
Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad sat with us whilst they both became even more relaxed due to the effects of the whiskey.
That was one of the main bad habits, Muħammad Waħīd had.
Though Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Muħammad Waħīd was thoroughly devoted to Western Culture.
He could not understand that West had already lost family, due to these inadequacies.
The wine had played major role in destroying the family in the West.
It led the Westerners to atheism.
The atheists in the West and everywhere, almost always pretended that they were atheists on their rational, scientific and logical grounds.
But it was actually not so.
It was only the front, they put up, to hide their true vicious intentions.
I, as usual, was enjoying every opportunity, when I observed Muħammad Waħīd wasn’t looking to study Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad.
Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad was wearing her dressing gown.
Knowing her as I did, I knew she would be naked underneath.
Muħammad Waħīd was a Western minded modern Musalmān.
And, similarly, so was Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad.
They all hated backward Musalmīn, ridiculing and even disgracing them on almost every opportunity available.
So if Muħammad Waħīd was lucky he might get a sneaky look at her soft pale thighs if she changed position whilst he was watching.
I had not been paying much attention to the TV but there was one of those get better at Sex programs on, the sort the ones that have couples on talking about improving their sex lives, trying new positions, the usual…
The subject tonight seemed to about oral sex.
Muħammad Waħīd had been a bit short on sex over the past week or so.
with the whiskey working a way inside him, Muħammad Waħīd heard himself draw attention to the program , mentioning something about how lucky they were to be getting some.
Watching them both, Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad and Muħammad Waħīd, taking so much interest in the program, I commented how I loved nothing better than to have an extremely beautiful Musalmān girl get down on her knees and suck my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Muħammad Waħīd was taken aback for a second thinking that this might offend Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad or at least make her a little embarrassed.
Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad just shrugged and even replied to me.
Neither Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad, nor Muħammad Waħīd, found it immoral and unethical that I’ve so bluntly said ‘my Uncut Hindu Lund’ instead mentioning it as ‘oral sex’.
And how could they?
They thought it was a grand practice of intimacy.
Previously whenever I mentioned ‘oral sex’ ‘anal’ vaginal’ etc they both laughed ridiculing me.
“Sau chūhé khākar billī Ħaj karné chalī.” Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad laughed ridiculing me somewhat humiliating me even.
“Muħammad Waħīd, listen to him. ‘oral sex’ ‘anal’ vaginal’. Hahaha.”
Muħammad Waħīd was also laughing, though not in such a humiliating way to me.
He knew me far better to do such a blunder ever.
“‘Oral sex’ ‘anal’ vaginal’? Hey, why are you behaving so formal? We are intimate relatives. All we three are ultra modern, highly educated and understanding. Open up. Let’s be informal and more intimate.”
“What do you mean?”
“Say all my sisters, cousins, Ammīs, Kħālās, Mumānīs etc. love to suck your Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“That’s the boldness. That’s the Audacity.” Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad appreciated her husband Muħammad Waħīd, “That’s the spirit. What if they are Muħammad Waħīd’s sisters, cousins, Ammīs, Kħālās, Mumānīs etc.? After all, they are extremely beautiful women. You are an extremely hypersexual sexually most talented man. Why shouldn’t they suck your Uncut Hindu Lund if it is as tasty as they claim? I myself dream to give you an immense blow job if you kindly allow me.”
“If I kindly allow you? You are most welcome, anytime anywhere. Now tell me when do you plan to honor me?”
Muħammad Waħīd tried to save his face.
“Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad meant if I kindly allow her.”
“Noooooooooooooooo!” Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad immediately contradicted her ‘gentleman’ husband, Never. Sorry Waħīd. I mean exactly what I say.”
Muħammad Waħīd was dumbfounded.
“You are of course a woman,” Muħammad Waħīd argued nervously, “But you are my wife too, Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad.”
“So what? I’m your wife. WIFE. Not your slave.”
“Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad!”
“When I decided to say ‘yes’ to your proposal, many of my friends tried to stop me. They claimed you are too possessive to have a wife.”
“That was what I said to them. Yet if that’s true you can divorce me also anytime you decide. It’s okay with me if you can’t adjust with my own life style.”
Muħammad Waħīd was dumbfounded.
Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad seemed quite casual about the subject.
I added probably a little rashly that Muħammad Waħīd was always satisfied as Muħammad Waħīd was living with an expert, not going as far as saying that Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad practically sucked me dry when she got started!.
I said this and felt my Uncut Hindu Lund hardening like concrete in my pants, so much so that I shifted position.
Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad looked across at me and fixed her eyes on the bulge in my trousers.
Then Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad slowly moved her eyes up to meet mine.
She muttered that she was feeling hungry.
Muħammad Waħīd looked across at me.
He was trying to act as if I hadn’t heard Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad’s comment.
But by the way he sat, I could see it had affected him as it had me.
Looking back towards Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad she was still looking at me.
I said impishly.
“If you are really hungry, I think there is plenty to eat in the house at the moment.”
“That’s what Muħammad Waħīd was thinking Durgesh” she only used Muħammad Waħīd’s full name when she was trying to make a point.
It dawned on Muħammad Waħīd that she was hinting at both Muħammad Waħīd and me, not at the fridge!
Without thinking, Muħammad Waħīd said.
“Perhaps you can give demonstration to Durgesh that you are as good as I said you are.”
Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad responded by sitting back on the chair facing straight-ahead, asking me to stand next to her.
Muħammad Waħīd’s heart was beating like a sledgehammer.
He noticed the blood was pumping so hard through my Uncut Hindu Lund that it seemed to be pulsing like a sledgehammer in my trousers.
I stood up doing as she asked, standing next to her chair.
Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad turned slightly and with both hands took hold of the waistband of my trousers, expertly popping the button and pulled down my zip.
Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad pulled my trousers down to my knees taking my boxers off in the same motion.
My Uncut Hindu Lund sprang out like a length of steel hawser.
Muħammad Waħīd was embarrassed in front of me.
But he was so caught up in the fact that Muħammad Waħīd was going to get blown, whilst watching me sucked by his eighth wife too.
Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad looked intently at my hard stiff Hindu shaft.
Deftly she pulled my foreskin back with her right hand and exposed the purple head of my Hindu shaft.
Stroking her hand backwards and forwards, she started to bring me off.
I felt my knees buckle lightly and braced myself with my hand on the back of the chair.
Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad was very beautiful.
I put the other hand behind her head pulling her face and mouth to my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She opened her mouth letting me push at least four inches of my Uncut Hindu Lund into its waiting warm wetness.
Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad closed her mouth around my Hindu shaft and sucked it working her tongue around the shaft like a writhing snake!
If I hadn’t had to relax me I would have pumped a wad of spunk straight into her mouth there and then.
But I realized that I was going to able to hold off and enjoy alternating between fucking her mouth and having Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad eat my Uncut Hindu Lund for a while.
I looked across at Muħammad Waħīd who had by now moved to the edge of his seat totally engrossed in watching Åqīdat Zohrah Muħammad giving me a blowjob.
I told him.
“It’s fantastic, Waħīd. Your wife is an expert. I’m enjoying it very much.”
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1. Bahoo Bégum
22. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–18
23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19
24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20
29. A secret Smile
36. Sālī, Ammījān!
50. Hell, I revolt
70. I live with him
79. Under Open Sky
87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13
88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14
89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
105. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
108. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
109. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
110. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
111.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
112. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
113. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
114. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
115. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
116. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
117. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
118. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
119. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
120. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
121. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
122. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
124. The women in my life
145. She protested
147. The threesome
149. The Chairman: 1
150. The Chairman: 2
151. The Chairman: 3
152. The Chairman: 4
153. The Chairman: 5
154. An Underworld Don: 1
155. An Underworld Don: 2
156. An Underworld Don: 3
157. An Underworld Don: 4
158. An Underworld Don: 5
159. An Underworld Don: 6
160. An Underworld Don: 7
161. An Underworld Don: 8
162. An Underworld Don: 9
163. An Underworld Don: 10
164. Age no bar: 1
165. Age no bar: 2
177. The Extent: 3
178. The Extent: 4
179. The Extent: 5
180. The Extent: 6
181. The Extent: 7
182. The Extent: 8
183. The Extent: 9
184. The Extent: 10
185. The Extent : 11
186. The Extent : 12
187. The Extent : 13
189. The Extent : 15
190. The Audacity
191. The Audacity 2
192. The Audacity3
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13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1
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