Ved Nagar: 4


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Ved Nagar


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Chapter 4

Durgesh Nasīm Muåāwiyah

Durgesh Nishāt Nazli  

Bābarah Åālamgīr, Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli, all the three of them spent the next hour or so making love, switching off until each of them had achieved her pleasure.

Once Bābarah Åālamgīr had left, Nasīm Muåāwiyah  and I moved into the bedroom.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah wasted no time in pushing me down on the bed and taking my Uncut Hindu Lund  into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

Right from the age I could fuck, I was fucking extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauties.

Yet I was not sure, even now, why the Musalmān Beauties were so extremely attractive at all and why almost all of them were so crazy to have sex with me that they never cared for their parents, housepersons and even their Musalmān husbands if they were married.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah was 29 now.

Zubaydah Bābar was also now 29.

Nishāt Nazli  was also 29.

Bābarah Åālamgīr was also 29.

I was 63.

A whole year had passed.

Bābarah Åālamgīr didn’t let them go.

Neither they themselves wanted to now.

All of them were still dying to have sex with me.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah, Zubaydah Bābar, and Nishāt Nazli  have succeeded already.

And Bābarah Åālamgīr had vowed gravely to join my bed too with my express consent.

Her patience to wait for my consent was really commendable however.

She always threatened to rape me if I didn’t fuck her, but she never did it, not even tried to do it ever.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah sucked me off for a long time always keeping me from cumming, letting me work up a good head before she released me and crawled on top of me again.

“You seem to like that position.” I smiled and commented teasingly, as she lowered herself onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.

She felt it split her quivering crimson Musalmān lips then spear her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

With a grunt, Nasīm Muåāwiyah dropped all the way onto me.

“Umm, Yes, Vallah, I do. It fills me so full in this position.” A cunning smile brightened her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face, “Moreover it gives me a great feeling of supremacy on great Durgesh, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! That even the great Durgesh is not fucking me. I’m fucking the great Durgesh, instead.”

Nasīm Muåāwiyah talked as she rode my Uncut Hindu Cock. “Bābarah Åālamgīr told me you two had a good talk.”

I looked at her with slight alarm,

“Does everybody know that Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, wants to bed me?”

Nasīm Muåāwiyah  giggled a little,

“No, the other two wonder, but I think they don’t believe it. It’s just that Bābarah Åālamgīr  and I talked about it before, so I guess I’m kind of her sounding board. She really wants to, you know, she really loves you too.”

“I know. I love her too.”

“No, you don’t. You think she loves you as your stepdaughter. Never. Bābarah Åālamgīr never loved you as a stepdaughter. She always loved you as her dream man.”

“I can’t believe you.”

“I know. That’s the trouble with you. You have fucked countless of us Musalmān Beauties but you never knew why it was so. You have something extraordinary the other Hindus even don’t have. You are so full of your immense Hindutv, your immense Hindu manhood that you always radiate it. No female who comes ever in your contact can win the masculine attraction you always radiate. She’s so obsessed with it that she is never normal until she does not get your Uncut Hindu Lund inside her Musalmān Choot ever ravenous for you.”

I smiled.

“You don’t believe me? Don’t, if you don’t want to. You always disbelieved the women who really loved you. You think they always tell a lie to you, to please you. You think you are an ordinary man. Nonsense. Who else is having a dispute that he is thirty years older or younger?”

Now that Nasīm Muåāwiyah had me, in the middle of sex, I was receptive and my defenses were down.

I knew it but with an orgasm pending and a most willing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot  wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Lund I did not care.

It seemed so comfortable and natural to talk about it with Nasīm Muåāwiyah.

I realized that in all the years of Live in Relationship to Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s Ammī, I had never achieved this level of emotional intimacy with her, I was achieving with Nasīm Muåāwiyah and her 28 years old friends.

With that realization, came a warm glow spreading through my body.

I reached up and pulled Nasīm Muåāwiyah  down to me.

I held her close, while my hips worked my Uncut Hindu Cock  in and out of her.

“Umm, I like this position too.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah  breathed. “I just want you to know that as far as I’m concerned, if you make love to Bābarah Åālamgīr, I think it would be beautiful. Not sick or weird. She told me what you were worried about. I agree with her. I think it would strengthen your relationship and increase your love for one another. So if you decide to, you have my full support and help if you want it. But for now just fuck me.”

We spent the next few minutes doing just that until she came and the flow of juices over my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls felt so warm and comforting that I blasted into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah felt my Hindu  sperm pooling inside her, all hot and fertile, and she sighed.

“I’m really beginning to like this. But I like just being with you too.” She thought to herself. Then the fear started to slide over her. “What if this is just a fun thing for me and I get tired of it. I don’t want to give you up.” and she realized that she was falling for me.

I woke the next morning with Nasīm Muåāwiyah  still under me.

I slept on her.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was still embedded fully into her still gripping greedy Musalmān Choot.

She felt so warm and comfortable there, as I looked at her, I felt a wave of pleasure roll over me.

I leaned over and kissed on her beautiful lips.

Her naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body, against mine, shortly had me swelling to readiness.

As we lay embedded together, I began to stroke her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī  female Musalmān body.

Starting at her shoulder, I ran my hand down over it and to her Musalmān  tit then across her belly to her thigh.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled in her sleep.

She pulled me closer, wrapping her nude Musalmān  legs over my Hindu male waist so that her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot  was gripping directly my Uncut Hindu Lund more and more strongly.

I ran my hands over her.

It was down her back and over her extremely beautiful gorgeous Musalmān ass.

I enjoyed the feel of her bare Musalmān skin under my hand and the sweetness of her smile.

Before long, I let my hand pause and run over her extremely beautiful Musalmān  ass.

Then I lowered down to the swell of her butt where it met her Musalmān  legs.

I could feel her wetness now on one of her Musalmān  legs.

I smiled to myself.

I let a hand run to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and slid my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper into it.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah responded by trying to pull me inside her, even farther, and letting out a little moan.

I smiled and let my Uncut Hindu Lund  slide more into her.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah responded immediately by lifting up to meet me.

Even though she was still asleep, she was meeting the powerful Hindu thrusts of my Uncut Hindu Lund  into her ever gripping, ever greedy, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

I kept it up for a few minutes then slid out from under her, letting her roll onto her belly, all the time keeping my Uncut Hindu Lund  working, until I positioned myself  behind her, between her Musalmān legs.

I directed my Uncut Hindu Cock to the entrance to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and pushed inside.

I began to pump slowly on Nasīm Muåāwiyah.

Her groans became louder and more demanding while I fucked her from behind.

It took longer than I expected her to come fully awake.

As she did, Nasīm Muåāwiyah  raised her extremely beautiful Musalmān  ass up even more to meet my Hindu thrusts, until she collapsed back on the bed in her first orgasm of the day.

But I was not finished even yet.

I kept up the pounding, until I pumped my Hindu sperm deepest inside her again.

As usual, the feeling of the warm Hindu liquid pooling in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womb and the realization that it was my Hindu seed inside her, set her off again.

This time it was with a scream that I feared could be heard by the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī  extremely beautiful Musalmān girls downstairs.

I lay with her as my Hindu member started to deflate and harden once more.

“That is the most wonderful wake up I have ever had.” She told me as we cuddled up.

I could get real used to that.

I hesitated for a second as I realized that she was becoming a comfortable part of my life.

I whimpered.

“Maybe that’s what I had in mind.”

Nasīm Muåāwiyah drifted off to sleep then with those words in her ear and although she heard them and they registered, she was too lost in near sleep and sexual release to comprehend fully what I had just told her.

I lay with her a few minutes as she slept, then quietly slipped out of bed and headed for the kitchen to order to make coffee.

I backed out of the room and closed the door so as not to wake her.

I was halfway across the room and nearly in the kitchen, lost in my thoughts, before I realized that Bābarah Åālamgīr, Nishāt Nazli, and Zubaydah Bābar  were sitting there, all wearing a smirk and nothing else.

“From the sound of things you had a good morning.” Bābarah Åālamgīr quipped.

“I’d say, from the sound of things Nasīm Muåāwiyah  had a really good morning.” Zubaydah Bābar smiled cunningly.

Nishāt Nazli  stood up.

She crossed the space between them in two steps.

Then quite aggressively, she pulled my head to her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān  mouth and took hold of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

It was beginning to re-inflate now.

It was a long intense kiss.

Then she broke the kiss with me.

“From the feel of you I did have some fun. It’s all covered in cum.” Nishāt Nazli smiled.

Then before I realized what Nishāt Nazli was going to do, Nishāt Nazli dropped to her knees, took my Uncut Hindu Cock  into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān  mouth and started sucking me wildly.

A long wild suck it was.

She cleaned my Uncut Hindu Cock of the mixed juices on it.

“Yep I had fun too. I can taste your Hindu  cum and Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot  juice.”

Then with that pronouncement, Nishāt Nazli  stood and took back her seat.*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had been waiting for an hour.

Of course, she wasn’t alone.

I was still fucking her.

So was I fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan when she greeted her Abbū, Councilman Imām Muħammad Ħasan.

She knew the entire Executive Council was with her, however.

If Durgesh was not only fucking her, but also with her in her scheme to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, she would have been more confident and happier.

She hadn’t imagined ever when she seduced me that I may differ with her even in establishing an Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.

She never imagined I was so humane and so Democratic.


Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stirred her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks restlessly in my male Hindu lap, swallowing my Uncut Hindu Cock into her ever shrewdest ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt once more.

“Could you not have talked on Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah with me privately, Abbū?” she asked bitterly.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan felt himself flushing.

He fought to control his wrath and resentment.

Allah, he never thought it was even possible that some day he might even resent his utmost successful daughter.

He hesitated to engage in a shouting match with his own daughter.

Besides, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was now well practiced in the political wars.

She had learned from her utmost experienced Hindu lover and Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, even more than Kħadījah Muħammad herself had.

Durgesh deceived successfully everyone that he was only a sex obsessed communal Hindu playboy.

He was interested only in enjoying sex with extremely spectacular horniest Musalmān Beauties.

He was a Hindu.

He wanted to extinguish only his communal sexual lust with them.

Durgesh  Muslimahs Sex Empire isn’t any serious mission of his life.

Well, most of the morons still believe so, but not the intellectual ones now.

Durgesh deliberately educated and trained his horniest Musalmān Beauties that constituted his Durgesh  Muslimahs Sex Empire in high level politics, business, commerce, media, etc.

Now, he has successfully using them in the Dream City Ved Nagar.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has similarly deliberately established her own image of being a nudist feminist Musalmān Beauty.

Under this fearless disguise she managed to run her seven so called sex obsessed movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband,  Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāhJet Musalmān Beauties SquadDurgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service.

And now deceiving everyone successfully as Durgesh had, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is today Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.

They hated sex in both the cases, and were defeated successfully by Durgesh first and by his most elegant beloved, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, second time.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was lady Durgesh.

Durgesh has trained her in everything he himself was expert in.*

Nasīm Muåāwiyah and I, both were alert when we found we were not alone in our bedroom.

I fucked Nasīm Muåāwiyah entire night in different positions.

We even slept in missionary position.

I was still inside her fully embedded when I awoke.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah saw her first.

“Ms. Muåāwiyah?” she smiled disarmingly.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked her curtly.

“Who are you? And how the hell did you manage to get in our bedroom while we were sleeping?”

“Well, well, well.” The intruder Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Beauty, herself too in her glorious nude, smiled, “I always thought you were smart. After killing my younger brother, it was really a smart step to come under the shelter of Durgesh.”

I watched her thoughtfully.

It was always a possibility with me.

Sometimes it actually happened too, so many times.

Yet, even then, it didn’t mean the intruder was really telling the truth necessarily.

Nasīm Muåāwiyah watched her scornfully.

“Which group of the ever hateful Pseudo Musalmīn you belong to?”

“Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.” The intruder cooed, “They call me Al Zakāt Al Qāsim. Muħammad bin Qāsim was my younger brother.”

“Are you really mistaken, or acting under some shrewd conspiracy to punish me, only because you don’t want any Musalmān Beauty in nude, under a nude Hindu male?” Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled tartly.

“I’m here to tell you I won’t let you get away with it.”

“One minute, Ms. Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, I’m not only her lover, I’m her lawyer as well. Let me understand what you are claiming. Nasīm Muåāwiyah killed your younger brother?”

Nasīm Muåāwiyah? Hell,” Al Zakāt Al Qāsim spat in the dustbin scornfully, “she isn’t any Nasīm Muåāwiyah. She is Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.”*

Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at me.

“She is playing some deep game, Durgesh darling.”

“You don’t know her?”

“I don’t know her. I don’t know any bloody Muħammad bin Qāsim. Either she is mistaken in identifying me, or she is playing some deep game.”

“You aren’t Al Ħamd Al Åbbās?”

“Allah, no.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at Al Zakāt Al Qāsim scornfully, “I’m Nasīm Muåāwiyah. Bābarah Åālamgīr, Zubaydah Bābar, Nishāt Nazli everyone knows me very well. We are friends, my darling.”

Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled ironically.

“She has successfully fooled everyone. So many Musalmān Beauties, quite dangerous and fugitives from justice, now scheme to get benefits from your extraordinary sex obsession of having sex with every possible Musalmān Beauty that comes into your contact. She is also one of them.”

Nasīm Muåāwiyah met my eyes bravely.

“She is either lying or she is mistaken.”

“It had started to rain that morning when you, Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, parked your car in the fenced-off parking lot reserved for employees in the executive offices of the Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.” Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled tartly, “The precipitation, the rainfall, was a cold, wintry rain. You, Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, rolled up the windows of your car, bundled your raincoat about you and walked briskly to the side entrance marked Employees Only.”

“It was still raining at noon,” Al Zakāt Al Qāsim went on smiling cynically, “but there was no necessity for you to leave the building. The employees of the Executive Officers were able to use the underground tunnel to the cafeteria in the main building. At quitting time, you were in the midst of work on some specifications that you knew should go out in the night’s mail. It would have taken you about thirty minutes to finish up. You were never the one to watch the clock on a secretarial job. You pounded away at the keyboard of your computer, heedless of the exodus of other employees.”

Chapter 5


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

4 Comments on “Ved Nagar: 4”

  1. sultan says:

    Durgesh.Its really too hot story,the style of writting is very gud,u’ve have choosen a very hot topic,muslim chut and hindu uncut lund,eagerly waiting for another chapters

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