Midterm 2012: 3

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Durgesh Dr. Saåīdah Qamar

Despite their resentment that I virtually own now their Islamic Media Empire, and I was a Hindu, even if I was called ‘Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!’ by the most of the sophisticated educated Musalmān Beauties, they found me almost always with them.

It had brought us closest, helping each other, through thick and thin.

Their resentment against me though still was there.

Moreover instead of thinning it was intensified more and more.

They repeated to themselves again and again,

Durgesh wants to fuck us”.

Durgesh wants to fuck us”.

He is a Hindu.

He wants to disgrace us Musalmān Beauties.

The family was quite filthy rich actually but even it required proper attention, however, to keep and grow the running family business activities.

Earlier, their Chief Co Wife, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, tried to make me feel important by telling me that with Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr gone, I was now the “man of the house”.

It was a great honour to me, I got; in almost all such families, though I was not related to them genetically even a bit.

It was the extreme reliance, trust and faith of them I had earned.

In most of such cases, I was even the sole beneficiary, sole heir, under the wills concerned.

The problem was that usually I got a lot of good-natured teasing from the houseladies, including Tasnīm Jamāl .

As I grew habitual and began to take on a more and more masculine interest, that same teasing I’d been receiving all those years became more and more competitive and sometimes actually resulted in some fairly serious rough-housing and wrestling with all of them.

Particularly with Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, though she was only twenty seven.

Even Tasnīm Jamāl, the virgin, was one year elder than Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī.

Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī seemed to want, for some reason, constantly to remind me that she was younger than I was, and even the youngest of them even if she was not a virgin now as Tasnīm Jamāl still was.

Consequently, she wanted more attention from me than the rest of them.

Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī would often break up the more serious fights.

But a time or two, it ended with Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and me almost wrestling around, despite my entire efforts to avoid such humiliating circumstances just as seriously, as Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and I had been doing.

They even grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and squeezed it to win over me.

Yet, I was not born yesterday.

I understood very well that actually they enjoyed grabbing my Uncut Hindu Penis and playing with it under this or that pretence.

I let both Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī play with my Uncut Hindu Penis.

I pretended that I didn’t understand it.

Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī both knew it was my act.

Yet they were thankful to me with their eyes that I allowed them to do it and never humiliated them for it.

Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī,” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī addressed her real younger sister, “I think Durgesh is not as bad as they say.”

Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī winked at her elder sister,

“Because he lets us play with his excellent exquisite Uncut Hindu Lund?”

“Kambakħt,” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī slapped her on her cheek, playfully, “you could have said Uncut Hindu Penis even.”

Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī held her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān head in mock pride,

“I’m an ardent Pakistani Musalmān girl. I prefer my National Language Urdu on the bloody English for our intimate words and actions.”

Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī laughed.

After that, I had begun taking interest in those still innocent Musalmān girls.

Their Chief Co Wife, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, had drawn aside all of them and had what I called a secret conversation with them regarding me.

It was something that both, alerted me, as well as made me curious, as to what she told them.

They would often whisper things about it back and forth to one another, but I did notice that suddenly we weren’t wrestling nearly as much as we had been.

I’d certainly watched all of them develop a queer attitude to me of course.

Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was the eldest after Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and seemingly she had great Sunni Musalmān breasts.

As long as I can remember, I don’t particularly remember taking any major notice of them.

Yet I had a great interest in noticing the same of their Chief Co Wife Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s.

Being of thirty years she was more eligible for me to have sex with instead of Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī.

Though, I understood very well that both Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī were more easily available to me to have sex with them.

They were already playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis under this or that pretext.

Only one signal from me that I’m also interested in them sexually would have easily brought them on my bed.

They just seemed to have always been there, but not so noticeably, that it was of any real interest to me then.

I’d walked in on Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, once.

But the glimpse of her pointy great Sunni Musalmān breasts had been too quick, as she had hurriedly covered herself, and quickly ushered me out of her bedroom.

I’d seen their Chief Co Wife a time or two in the bath, and had even questioned her about the dark thick patch of hair between her legs.

And though it didn’t instigate any ‘birds and bee’s’ discussion, even she did inform me impishly that it was a sign of her being a Musalmān woman, and that even I had hair there as a sign that I was a Hindu man.
Two weeks before Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī moved out to attend College in another part of the State, I was busily enjoying my favourite past time and too involved to hear my bedroom door open late at night when it did.

Durgesh! Durgesh! You asleep?” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī had asked too quietly when she came into my bedroom.

Only then did I realize she was even there, but the damage was already done as she quite easily saw what it was I was doing.

“Oh. I’m sorry!” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī quickly closed the door and went back out into the hallway and seconds later, I heard her head down back towards her own bedroom.

Too naughty to say or do anything, I was expecting some major teasing about it in the morning, but it never happened.

Instead, Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī never said another word about it.

I quickly forgot the whole episode.

Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī went to a new branch to watch the expansion more keenly a short distance away.

Though we still saw her and her managing assistant  every other weekend or so, the closeness I had once shared with the sisters seemed to be slowly evaporating away.

It was obvious that the Chief Co Wife Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was feeling the changes too.

Though she had dated off and on over the years, she’d never met anyone she wanted to marry her.

Now, with all of her co wives slowly growing up and moving away, she had become more and more depressed, and I would often hear her crying sometimes at night in her bedroom.

I was even more worried about leaving Dr. Saåīdah Qamar alone.

Tasnīm Jamāl had already indicated she was going to continue to live at home with Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, but she was working late most nights, so she spent very little time at home with Dr. Saåīdah Qamar   anyway.

I had mixed emotions of course.

I was really looking forward to spending some time with Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī now.

She was busy campaigning for her own Parliamentary seat as Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was too besides expanding their business.

The night before I was to drive up state and move in with Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, I had gone to bed early after an exhausting day.

Tasnīm Jamāl was at work, and though it was my last night at their home, I was bone tired and had gone to bed fairly early.

I had spent most of the evening with Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, enjoying several glasses of juices with her, but it had made me sleepy.

I knew Dr. Saåīdah Qamar would in all likelihood finish off the rest of her wine, and I wasn’t particularly in the mood to have to deal with her depression under the circumstances.

I’m not sure exactly when it was, but I woke up with the urge to pee and headed down the hallway towards the bathroom.

After that, I decided I was hungry and wanted to stop by the kitchen to see if there was something, I could snack on before going back to bed.

I passed by Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s bedroom and thought I could hear her moaning in her sleep.

Once again afraid she was crying, especially with my leaving and all, I couldn’t just leave it at that, decided to go in and talk to her, try, and reassure her that everything would be ok.

I opened her bedroom door fully expecting to see her lying in her bed weeping, and got the biggest surprise of my life.

For a Moment, I was stunned into total immovability.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was entirely nude, lying on her back with one hand caressing her great Sunni Musalmān breast, and the other deeply embedded inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot.

The moans I had heard coming from her bedroom where obviously from her self-pleasuring and not from any depression from my leaving.

At exactly the same instant, we seemed to take notice of one another, but all I did was turn and march away out from her bedroom without even closing the door when I did.

I marched as fast as I could up the stairs to my own room and lay into bed with my head feeling like it was about to explode.

I should have fucked her.

I should have fucked Dr. Saåīdah Qamar as soon as Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī started playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis.

They were twenty nine and twenty seven respectively yet they needed sex with me.

Why not Dr. Saåīdah Qamar too?

She was too thirty only.

All I could see was Dr. Saåīdah Qamar    fingering herself and the way she was pulling on her nipples and caressing her great Sunni Musalmān breast.

Never before had I actually thought of her in a sexual way before this, nor imagined even for an instant that she might actually have some sort of normal sexual desires.

We all do it.

However, it’s not the fact.

Even the Ammīs, Bājīs, sisters, daughters and daughters in law are women after all.

They also have their own physical needs as we ourselves do.

Yet, we forget it, either knowingly or unknowingly, and sorry, sometimes deliberately even.

How cruel it is, we even never think about it.

I suddenly found myself aroused and, sporting an incredible Hindu erection.

The thought of being aroused at seeing Dr. Saåīdah Qamar did not bother me however.

Being a Dvij Hindu, I was already trained not to be bothered by such events at all.

Yet, it was very humiliating for me to think what she was doing.

On the other hand, she was a very attractive looking woman at her now young age, with large shapely great Sunni Musalmān breasts and very erotic dark colour nipples capping each one.

Added to that, the decadent display of her legs, widely spread with her hand busily working her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot, had indelibly burned that image in my mind everlastingly.

In almost all the cases where I have sexual relations with my so-called Ammīs, Bājīs, sisters etc., the circumstances were almost the same somewhat.

One can blame me for what I did in such cases, but I never regret what I did or even do now.

It was the best I could do for them.

Analyse justifiably every such incidence and tell me what better I could have done.

Any other course if I had followed was certainly could have resulted in more harmful and destructive situations I had to avoid on all costs, if I really loved/respected them.

You can term it incest, if you want to, but in my eyes, it was, and still is, my love/respect for them.

I don’t have impractical imaginary morals, and I’m never ashamed of it.

Instead, I’m proud of it always.

I never realized unconsciously I had been absentmindedly squeezing my own Uncut Hindu Lund.

I remembered when Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was ushered into my Private Office by Kħadījah Muħammad.

She enjoyed a quick high of anticipation at the prospect of coronation.

The business of the gone, Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was done for the day.

The business of the incumbent, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, was all that mattered.

Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was too dedicated to Pseudo Islam.

He deliberately refused to understand it was not the true Islam.

At the far end of the room, I was engrossed in the document in my today available best laptop.

At Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s entrance, I raised my head and removed my spectacles.

“Ah, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, glad you came right over. It would’ve been better if your co wives Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Tasnīm Jamāl were also with you.”

“Yes, I heard that you wanted them with me too.”

“Yet you opted otherwise.”

“They are damnfools. Let me understand first what you have to say.”

“They are not damnfools. They also represent their constituencies.”

“Represented.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar corrected me,  “The damnfools still believe UPA would return to power.”

“Don’t you?” I smiled.

“Want to bet? Congress is finished for ever now.”

I smiled.

“No comment.”

“Hey, aren’t you with us?”

“Us?” I raised my eyebrows.

“NDA.”

“Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr is also my client and he is still supporting UPA.”

“He has lost three fourth of his assets already in the settlement with us.”

“That’s the white money only.” I smiled.

“What do you mean?”

“Who knows how much black money he has?”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar watched me carefully,

“Yes, you are right. He must have plenty of it even. Otherwise he wouldn’t have agreed to the settlement with us, he had to.”

“There you are.”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar marched to me and sat down on my lap.

I smiled.

She kissed me on my lips passionately.

“It’s your bonus, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I promised it to you and here it is.”

“Thank you.” I winked at her.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar laughed.

She grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and squeezed it significantly,

“I never thought Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr would really sign that disastrous settlement without even going to court. How did you manage it?”

“That’s my professional secret Sālī. How can you expect me to answer that question?”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled gracefully,

“But there is a zinger.”

I smiled,

“Who said there is any?”

“Oh, come on. We both know Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was not born yesterday himself. The pleasant surprise is that he agreed to abandon Tasnīm Jamāl even untouched, the virgin as she was.”

“Well, aren’t you happy?”

“Very much happy. All the four of us wanted to get that bastard called Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr. Thank you once again that you managed it so successfully, so adroitly.”

“Well, I got you on my lap in bonus. Didn’t I?”

“Of course my darling, but don’t tease me anymore. Tell me about the zinger.”

Chapter 4

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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


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