KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 28

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Durgesh

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Chapter 28

Durgesh Shaguftah Rashīd

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

I hadn’t another alternative.

Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk was right.

To hell with every ethics whatsoever.

A human life is more important than everything is, including ethics too.

That’s what even Hinduism believes in.

Why otherwise Lord Vishñu had deceived his sisters in law, his Salhajs, Vr’ndā and Tulsī and made love to them?

Wasn’t it to destroy their Satītv and Pātivratý to Shankhchūđ and Jalandhar?

Wasn’t it to save humanity from the totalitarians Shankhchūđ and Jalandhar?

Who says it was incest?

No, it wasn’t incest.

It was not done to fulfill his own male animal desires at all.

Why did Lord Rām kill Vāli hiding behind a tree?

Why did Lord Kr’shñ made Yudhishŧhir to lie that Ashvatthāmā had been killed?

Hinduism never had impractical ethics detrimental to humanity.

Yet, even then, I was careful enough not to forget there might be movie/ video cameras and/or other devices to frame us, all the three of us.

Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk was undressing Shaguftah Rashīd as fast as she could.

I looked at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.

She was already busy in searching the surroundings with a fine-toothed comb.

How pleasant it is to have an utmost competent police officer with you to assist you when you need very much.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl had already suspected the same, as I did it was more than evident.

Even in her unconsciousness, Shaguftah Rashīd had spread her legs as if inviting me to make love to her.

I approached Shaguftah Rashīd between her legs.

How beautiful she was.

I was already hardened abundantly.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā had given me everything I needed ever quite in abundance.

Her nude Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān female body was extremely beautiful.

I kissed her enticing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Both Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl winked at me and raised their right thumb.

They smiled as if wishing me ‘best of luck’, as well as success in saving Shaguftah Rashīd’s life.

I put my extremely hardened Uncut Hindu Prick between the quivering labial lips of Shaguftah Rashīd and started to rub my knob there.

Shaguftah Rashīd smiled in unconsciousness as if enjoying it very much herself.

I didn’t know what her own reaction would be that I made love to her to save her life, after gaining consciousness.*

Even though it was abundant now that Musalmān Beauties were themselves wooing Hindu men to have sex with them, having their own lavish reasons, I couldn’t deny the fact that so many of them changed their tune after enjoying Uncut Hindu Prick to their hearts’ content.

And why shouldn’t they?

The Pseudo Musalmīn were always after them.

Even the terrorists were also after the Musalmān Beauties having sexual relations with me and/or other Hindus.

Both the terrorists and Pseudo Musalmīn thought it was their disgrace as well as the disgrace of Pseudo Islam too.

Unlike true Islam Pseudo Islam could never afford it.

Pseudo Islam was a communal and imperialist movement.

Humanity was its death.

That’s why all the true Musalmīn and the Musalmān Beauties having marital/sexual relations with Hindus, were always with Hindus and other humanists against terrorists and Pseudo Musalmīn.

I entered my Uncut Hindu Prick into Shaguftah Rashīd’s extremely enticing Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt ultimately.

It vanished entirely to the hilt.

I kissed unconscious Shaguftah Rashīd feeling completely content now.*

Well, why shouldn’t I?

Yes, I was saving her life from her extremely communal inhuman Musalmān husband/ unknown enemy.

But why can’t I enjoy it as well?

To hell with the impractical moralists, unreasonable moralizers, unrealistic preachers, unfeasible critics, unworkable philosophers, unrealistic puritans, impractical saints, and impractical prudes, if they criticize me on it.

Most of them had only thought of it.

They never experienced it.

I started fucking Shaguftah Rashīd passionately and wildly rather.

Being an utmost successful Sex Therapist I knew she needed it.

Even in her unconsciousness, Shaguftah Rashīd was not only enjoying my passionate Hindu sex kicks very much, she was also cooperating with me, rather responding my passionate Hindu sex kicks even more passionately and more wildly.

She was thrusting her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt toward me lying on her back.

She had already put her legs on my shoulders.

Suddenly ACP Suraiyā Jamāl addressed me.

“Well, Durgesh darling, I think you would like to see it.”

I looked at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl fucking Shaguftah Rashīd more and more passionately.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.

She was also busy in searching the surroundings.

Ostensibly, Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk wasn’t interested in what ACP Suraiyā Jamāl had found out.

It was a passport however.

I looked questioningly at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl used her eyes to warn me that she wanted her finding to hide from Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.

I didn’t look at Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk with tremendous effort and extended my right hand to get the passport ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was advancing to me.

It again took a tremendous effort not to give away when I saw the passport had the photo of Shaguftah Rashīd okay, but her name on the passport was not Shaguftah Rashīd.

It was Nauhīd Niyāzī.*

Before I could pull myself together, Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk also twisted at me and extended a gun to me.

“What?” I stopped pulling my Uncut Hindu Prick out of Shaguftah Rashīd’s/ Nauhīd Niyāzī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

It was fully embedded into her.

“I’ve found it in her dressing drawer.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said gravely.

“What the hell you are talking about?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl whirled at Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.

Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk didn’t answer ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.

She waved the gun at me.

Durgesh darling,” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said curtly, “I’m quite certain it’s one of the guns Imām Muħammad Ħasan keeps at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club for the protection of his Musalmān Beauties and Hindu male members from the terrorists and Pseudo Musalmīn.”

My Uncut Hindu Prick was throbbing into Nauhīd Niyāzī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt fully embedded still now.

There wasn’t any indication on Nauhīd Niyāzī’s extremely beautiful face that she was conscious at all and understanding how incriminating evidences both ACP Suraiyā Jamāl and Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk had found against her.

She was still unconscious and enjoying my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.

“How do you know?” I asked Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk taking the gun from her hand.

I had wrapped a handkerchief however before taking the gun from the hand of Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.

Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk looked at me gravely.

“I have seen the guns Imām Muħammad Ħasan keeps there.”

“You are also a member of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club as your employer is?”

“Of course, and I also own quite a stock of shares there too.”

“I see.” I started fucking Nauhīd Niyāzī once again.

However, I wasn’t certain even now that her real name was Nauhīd Niyāzī.

She had acquired a property at Ved Nagar in the name of Shaguftah Rashīd.

It was never possible if her real name was not Shaguftah Rashīd.

Ved Nagar was not only what it appeared to be ostensibly.

It wasn’t easy to pull wool on the eyes of the security authorities of Ved Nagar.

I watched the gun in my hand.

It was a .22 caliber HVSI revolver, more beautiful, yet similarly more dangerous, than a similar Smith and Wesson revolver.

It was stamped with a number in its metal, imh 59786.

The number evidenced that the gun was made on the special order from Imām Muħammad Ħasan, imh was its proof.

Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk might telling the truth.

Yet, none could guarantee Imām Muħammad Ħasan was the only person working for Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club having the initials imh.

The gun was of a special make exclusively made for Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.*

Kħadījah Muħammad and I could hear the rapid click clack… click clack… click clack of heels in the corridor.

Kħadījah Muħammad was in her rukū and I was fucking her once more from her behind.

I indicated to Kħadījah Muħammad to open the door.

She did it gravely.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at both of us.

“Thank you so much for waiting, Durgesh, I’m sorry I’m late. I just couldn’t make it any sooner.”

I looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah over carefully and said,

“Come in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. You know Kħadījah Muħammad, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “fortunately. The lucky lady, enjoying the great Durgesh.”

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled too.

“Well, Durgesh has just cum into me. You may take over, if you want to.”

“Hey, thank you. Thank you very much. I never thought you’d be so nice.”

I pulled Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah in my arms.

“You are my role model.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at Kħadījah Muħammad.

“Nonsense, don’t try to imitate Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.” Kħadījah Muħammad laughed, “She is crazy to imitate me.”

“Yes, and that’s why she is successful now in eliminating the age old kingdom of Al Saåūds from Saůūdī Årab. Even on the pathway of establishing Democracy everywhere in entire Pseudo Islamic Countries.”

“You too appreciate Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?”

“Who doesn’t of us Musalmān Beauties whether Wahābī, Sunnī, Shiå, Aħmadī or else?”

“You are right.” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.

“Thank you. However there is some difference between the ways Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I imitate you.”

“Allah, you both are trying to make me something more than I myself feel to be.” Kħadījah Muħammad tried to be modest.

“I appreciate your modesty.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “However, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan imitates you blindly while I tried to do something more you didn’t, yet Durgesh deserved to be done with.”

I laughed.

“Hey you two! What the hell you think I am?”

“The greatest Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties in the entire history of humanity. Kħadījah Muħammad raped you when she met you first. But I kidnapped you first, and then raped you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at both of us.

“Mar béħayā!” I kissed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.

“Thank you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kissed me back gratefully, as if highly indebted to me.

I myself undressed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and then I started fucking her.

“Thank you once again.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked gratefully at Kħadījah Muħammad, “I never thought you’d honor me by gifting Durgesh to me.”

“You are most welcome.” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled at her big heartedly, “He is fucking me nonstop for hours. I wanted some time to breathe myself. You are an Allahdād opportunity.”

“Thank you.”

“I notice you’re breathless and excited. How about some juice, or even some drink if you prefer?”

“Well, that’s very nice of you. However, no thanks. Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis into my ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt would give me everything I need.”

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.

“That’s what I thought.”

“I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you for it.”

“It’s alright. Go ahead and enjoy. What’s the problem anyway?”

My Uncut Hindu Prick was already lubricated from the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal juices of Kħadījah Muħammad.

Now, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was herself wet too.

My Uncut Hindu Prick was fully embedded now in a new Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had pushed her extremely beautiful glorious gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my male Hindu lap and was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Cock entirely vanished into her eagerly responsive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal depths.

Durgesh, my Hindu love, it’s a long story.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said.

“Go ahead. Nothing to worry. Tell me everything. Dump it to me and forget it.”*

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“Well, you know, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and I started the Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops. That was before Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī was married. We each had half of the stock except a small block of five shares. We gave it to Nafīsah Salmān Ammī. I’ve always liked her. Nafīsah Salmān Ammī is rather naïve. But her shrewd daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan full of endless tact now has managed to pick up the five shares of stock that we had given to Nafīsah Salmān Ammī.”

I smiled.

“And you think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wants to pry in your business?”

“I thought so at the time.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said bitterly, “When your JetMusalmān Beauties Queen, your utmost dearest Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the entirely shameless nudist feminist, the new everfirst President of Saůūdī Årab, handed over the stock for transfer, she joked about being a silent partner. But I think there’s something far more sinister back of it.”

I kissed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah passionately, pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, till only its head remained inside between her ravenous quivering labial lips, squeezed her boobs and then thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock all the way inside wildly.

She jumped on her back enjoying the miraculous Hindu sex kicks very much.

Her legs were on my nude Hindu shoulders and I was on top of her between her beautiful legs.

My Uncut Hindu Cock vanished into her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to the hilt.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled her indebtedness to me, thanking me with her extremely beautiful eyes.

She kissed me passionately responding my loving Hindu attacks.

I was playing with her plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wouldn’t be any problem to you. Don’t worry, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. Leave the Sālī to me.”

“She is very dangerous, Durgesh.”

“Not to my women.”

“You protect Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan despite her every naughty activity. She must be disciplined, Durgesh, at least to you.”

“Okay, relax now. Forget her. Leave Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to me. I’d tell her not to interfere with you anymore.”

“The problem is Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī married Muħammad Ůsmān a little over a year ago, about eighteen months ago.”

“I understand.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made a little gesture.

It was more expressive than words.

“The bastard manages my sister’s money.”

“Not any more, dear.”

“He doesn’t need to.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said bitterly.

“What do you mean?”

“I think Muħammad Ůsmān isn’t a fool enough to wait indefinitely. As soon as her plan to kill Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī, in that accident, backfired he went to his other alternative. He has already done he wanted to do. Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī, in my opinion, has already lost her stock.”

“You haven’t any proof against Muħammad Ůsmān, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. Never forget it. You only suspect him.” I said gravely.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched me apprehensively.

“What do you want to say, Durgesh? I should forget he staged that accident? Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī would have died in it if her subconscious mind hadn’t received my warnings and acted accordingly.”

“That’s right. But we haven’t any evidence that it had been staged by Muħammad Ůsmān.”

“Do you want to say that he is innocent?”

“No, certainly not. We haven’t any evidence either that he is innocent even.”

“So?”

“We must be cautious. Yet, we must not forget that even Muħammad Ůsmān maybe innocent.”

“I don’t think so.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah knows the true state of her finances?”

“Now she is.”

“Now?”

“Now.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said bitterly. “Muħammad Ůsmān is himself not a damnfool. He still flatters Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and complains that we have punished him unjustifiably. We haven’t given him even any benefit of doubt.”

“Well, I myself told you so when you both the sisters were adamant to cuckold him.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’ movement had blinded us.”

“Now, think, if Muħammad Ůsmān turns out innocent, how would we face him?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed ironically.

“If.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.”

“I appreciate his daring and patience, however.”

“What do you mean?”

“Even now, when we’ve cuckolded him, Muħammad Ůsmān acts righteous. He says Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’ movement has blinded us both more than even you are. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is your living sex goddess, yet you still don’t support Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan blindly. You still give Musalmīn the benefit of doubt that most of us Musalmān Beauties even don’t.”

“I agree with him.”

“Nonsense! Muħammad Ůsmān understands the attentions women crave. You know how it is with a Musalmān when his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife has money, as Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has. It isn’t a shame for Musalmīn they learn it eagerly.”

“Not only Musalmīn, there are other non Musalmīn that also act similarly.”

“And that solves our problem?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled ironically.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Are you tired of protecting us Musalmān Beauties from our oppressor Musalmān husbands?”

“Not yet.” I smiled impishly.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock contracting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal grip around it on its entire length.

“Ouch! What are you doing?” I moaned.

“Stop acting impish when you fuck me.”

“Sālī!”

“Are you really sixty three?”

“What do you mean?”

When I kidnapped you, you were only thirty one and I was twenty eight.”

“I contradicted you even then.”

“I have checked your entire electoral record, income tax record, sale tax record etcetera. You were born on 2nd February 1979.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has managed to change my entire papers everywhere.”

“No one believes you. You lack to provide optimum evidence for it.”

“What do you want to say, I’m thirty three only?”

“That’s what your every record in India proves, and even your record elsewhere.”

“Ask Kħadījah Muħammad when she raped me.”

“Isn’t she crazy for you enough, to vouch for everything you say?”

“Well?” I looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tartly.

“Play ball with us JetMusalmān Beauties, Durgesh. Don’t try to avoid us. Don’t you ever think your obsession for mature Musalmān Beauties has already gone far afield?”

I gritted my teeth.

“Are you a member of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.

“Only because I’m thirty?”

“I’ve told you the other activities from you already, haven’t I?”

She winked at me.

“Fuck the entire JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and enjoy méré Hindu Piyā.”

“I would have cheerfully if Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan  were not using it for her political purposes.”

“I don’t believe you. Peruse what Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors write on faith freedom.org. When you prove them wrong we Musalmān Beauties would accept the Pseudo Musalmīn are not punishable by ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’ movement of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. Never before it. Muħammad Ůsmān isn’t a moderate Musalmān because, there doesn’t exist any moderate Musalmān.”

“According to Dr. Ali Sina.”

“According to facts, damn it. Don’t tell me now that you Hindus are now tired of us Musalmān Beauties. I can’t believe even you Hindus are now afraid of Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, Criminals/ Criminal Minded persons.”

Chapter 29

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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


5 Comments on “KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 28”

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  2. sultan says:

    durgesh i reeally appreciate ur research on muslim names u use,n the style of wriitting is too gud,after reading ur stories my wife become too hot and seeking for uncut hindu lund


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