Ved Nagar: 26

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 26

Durgesh Taufīq Fātimah
Muħammad bin Qāsim
Durgesh Bābarah Åālamgīr

I never thought Muħammad bin Qāsim was so great a man.
I thought he was drastically communal.
Yet my opinion about Muħammad bin Qāsim was mostly based on the reports I received either from his sisters or from Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
However, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was himself a drastic Hindu communal.
He hated Musalmīn to the extent that he wanted every Musalmān woman get fucked by a Hindu whether that Hindu is himself a Sukr’t, a noble doer, or not.
I took the envelope from him.
“I tried to entrust ACP Suraiyā Jamāl for this envelope. But she refused to have it. Instead, she advised me to give it to you.”
“Don’t worry.” I said gravely, “I would see to it that whoever the conspirator/conspirators are, s/he/they never succeed. And in case, Taufīq Fātimah really needed my help, she’d get it.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was overwhelmed.
He fell on my feet.
“Please, forgive me, Jījū. I was a damn fool that I hated you. I was so communal that I couldn’t see anything except that you are a Hindu and you were fucking extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauties. I couldn’t differentiate you from the ever-communal ever anti-Muslim Shankar Mahāpralayankar. I’m sorry.”
I raised him from my feet and hugged him.
If he was doing an act, it was really marvelous.
But, the question was: If I could adjust with even Shankar Mahāpralayankar why couldn’t I adjust with Muħammad bin Qāsim too?
Were both of them not communal?
So, if one of them was excused why not the other too?
Why not the other too?*

Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at me.
“I discussed the matter with your friend ACP Suraiyā Jamāl. She thinks I’m mistaken. Taufīq Fātimah may not be as innocent in her opinion as I think out of sheer stupidity that I want to possess a Hollywood celebrity.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was right.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl had met me once when I was coming out of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim Mansion.

The door of Muħammad bin Qāsim’s office was locked.
I knocked.
Almost immediately, we could hear the sound of steps.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, radiating his inherent femininity more than he was radiating his masculinity opened the door.
“Well, well, well, my greatest Hindu Jījū with my Hollywood celebrity wife, in person?” his eyes seemed hot with emotion.
However, his more feminine and less masculine face was cool, collected and thoroughly master of himself.
Yet his eyes belied his placid, docile, calm features.
He was not an utter damn fool after all.
“Come on, Jījū. So, your porn star heroine received you here?”
Taufīq Fātimah laughed.
“Jealous of who, Muħammad bin Qāsim? Jealous of me that I got Durgesh as my porn costar hero, or jealous of Durgesh that he has already enjoyed your Hollywood Celebrity wife to his heart’s content?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed good-naturedly.
“Hey, you were NOT my wife then. I’m proud of myself that you decided to marry me ultimately while my Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt Jījū was also available to you.”
“That’s the spirit.” Taufīq Fātimah winked at her husband, “Why the hell we be jealous of something that’s running from someone’s past? Why shouldn’t we be proud of the present? It’s the positive thinking, the positive attitude toward life.”
“Thank you. Won’t you two porn stars come in, please?”
I didn’t contradict him.
It was useless.
People easily used to suspect that I’ve already fucked every Beauty that they saw with me ever, whether she was a Musalmān Beauty or other.
Even if they believed I didn’t make the first move, they never believed the innocence of the Beauty concerned.
They thought every Beauty was crazy to fuck me however moral she was.
I was an exception for the Beauties as far as their morals were concerned.
In their bright opinion, I was something like a trophy, every Beauty whosoever was crazy, to get if she could ever.

Muħammad bin Qāsim escorted Taufīq Fātimah and me through an outer office into his private office.
He said,
“I want you folks to meet Miss Bābarah Åālamgīr. She is a successful reporter as well as she has a real estate agency in the building and I knew she’d be working late. I asked her to come in.”*

I walked past them to the coffee pot.
“You’re just jealous that it wasn’t you screaming I quipped.” I smiled at Nishāt Nazli.
“Damn right we are.” Nishāt Nazli answered.
“Yeah, what we got last night was just a tease. We’re going to try to bribe Nasīm Muåāwiyah into letting us fuck you wildly.” Zubaydah Bābar threatened.
Bābarah Åālamgīr just sat there sipping her coffee and smiling.
She was admiring my Uncut Hindu Lund and how tight and firm it was then as I turned to face them she licked her quivering crimson Musalmān lips at the sight of my half-inflated Uncut Hindu Cock.
Bābarah Åālamgīr once again stiffened her resolve to have me inside her as soon as she could manage it.
“So what are you Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls planning for today?” I asked cunningly smiling, teasing them.
“Nishāt Nazli and I are going in for some more beach time.” Zubaydah Bābar answered miraculously.
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to go visit her aunt, she doesn’t live far and I told her I’d drive. We’ll probably be back after lunch.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered. “In fact we need to leave in about two hours so I figure I’ll let her sleep a bit before I wake her. What about you?”
“Is she really Nasīm Muåāwiyah ? Isn’t she Al Ħamd Al Åbbās?”
“Are you crazy? I don’t know what Al Zakāt Al Qāsim is after, yet you…”
“I have some errands to run this morning, then back here before lunch and be lazy the rest of the day.” I answered, interrupting the tense high voltage interchange among them.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim has really disturbed them materially.
“Goody, we’ll come back for lunch and then drag you down to the beach with us. You fuck us all on the beach, Hindu boy. “Nishāt Nazli offered.
I laughed.
“You know living here I very rarely go to the beach. It’s 100 yards away and I haven’t even been down once this season. So maybe I’ll take you up on that.”
“Well, we want to get there and get a good spot so we are going to get our suits on and get going. See you at lunch.” Zubaydah Bābar said.
With the two of them leaving, Bābarah Åālamgīr and I were left alone once again.

We made small talk for a while.
I noticed how comfortable I had become with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s nudity and with my own around her.
We both were nude.
The relationship of a Hindu Stepfather and Musalmān stepdaughter was fading away fast, with deliberate nonstop efforts from Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She was adamant to convert it into a permanent live in relationship now.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was determined to have me inside her, as her Ammī had.
“I wonder if that’s a good thing.” I asked myself.
I also knew that they weren’t going to see Nasīm Muåāwiyah‘s aunt today.
They had interviews with my friend Shankar, the president of the Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad board, but I didn’t say anything.
I did wonder though when they were going to tell me.
‘Probably want to make sure they have the job.’ I reasoned.

We toasted a couple of bagels and added juice to our breakfast before finishing with another cup of coffee.
I enjoyed the time with Bābarah Åālamgīr and the conversation.
“Well I guess I should get a shower and get dressed. Do you want me to wake Nasīm Muåāwiyah, or do you yourself want to?” I asked Bābarah Åālamgīr.
“She’s got some time yet to sleep. Probably when you get out of the shower you can wake her.” She answered as I stood to head for the shower.
I acknowledged her request, walked toward the bedroom and then walked in shower in the master bath.
As I walked away, Bābarah Åālamgīr watched my Uncut Hindu Lund work and she found herself with a finger in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as I disappeared around the corner.
“Ohh, I’m getting bad.” Bābarah Åālamgīr thought to herself. “Fingering myself as I watch Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund walk away. I do need to fuck Durgesh soon.” She thought as she continued to diddle herself.
Bābarah Åālamgīr sat there for a couple of minutes before she got up the nerve to follow the thought that ran through her mind and suddenly she stood and headed after me.
“Before I lose my nerve. I may not get to fuck Durgesh today but I’ll at least take another step closer.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr walked to my bedroom door.
I had left it opened when I went in.
Bābarah Åālamgīr noted that Nasīm Muåāwiyah was still sound asleep.
Bābarah Åālamgīr turned, opened the door to the bathroom and slipped in.
I was in the shower and the glass doors were all steamed up.
I couldn’t see her.
She opened the door quietly.
I had my back turned.
Bābarah Åālamgīr slipped in and quietly closed the door.
Before I could turn around, Bābarah Åālamgīr picked up the soap, quickly soaped up her hands, reached out and began to run her soapy hands down my back.
I moaned at her touch.
Yet I couldn’t help to arch my back, though successfully suppressing the consequent natural pleasure.
I didn’t want to let the others, whosoever they might be, capitalize on my weaknesses.
It might be dangerous for HVSI Group of Companies and myself too.
I had to act prudently ever.
“I tried not to wake you, Nasīm Muåāwiyah, but now I’m glad I did. You can keep that up as long as you like.”
I couldn’t even imagine it wasn’t Nasīm Muåāwiyah or Al Ħamd Al Åbbās at all.
It was Bābarah Åālamgīr.

Smiling cunningly, yet without answering, Bābarah Åālamgīr stepped up behind me and ran her hands down my sides and around to my chest and stomach.
From my response, Bābarah Åālamgīr knew I loved the attention and when she moved her hands down to wash my Uncut Hindu Cock, Bābarah Åālamgīr found it was rock hard.
She allowed her soapy hands to stroke me and then reached underneath to fondle my Hindu balls.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was tempted to keep going and jerk me off or at least get me to a state of arousal where I would not refuse her, but she chose to go with her original plan.
Slow and sure, one step at a time.
Bābarah Åālamgīr already knew she was winning me over and it would not be much longer.
Bābarah Åālamgīr took my Uncut Hindu Lund in her hands and stroked me a bit more before she let me go.
“Ok Durgesh darling, my turn now.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said as she turned her back to me to be washed.*

I was shocked.
I had been so sure it was Nasīm Muåāwiyah in the shower with me I never even looked.
Bābarah Åālamgīr,” I was curt somewhat, “what the hell are you doing here with me?”
“I figured I needed a shower too, and we could save water.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered innocently, glancing back over her shoulder. “Come on, do my back please.”
I was furious.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, had gotten into the shower with me and had washed me already, without my express permission.
She had even stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock.
But not all that much, she could have been washing me.
My thoughts warred in my head.
We had been sitting talking, having breakfast just a few minutes ago, completely naked and neither of us objected it.
Was this really a big step?
Then almost without conscious thought, as my brain argued with our mutual desires, I picked up the soap and started to wash her back for her.
She won’t stop, I knew now.
She had experienced my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in her palm now.
She had played with it while I thought she was Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
Now, no use locking the stable after the horse was stolen.
Let her go ahead, because she is adamant to go ahead.
So, why after a bitter argument?
Why not without any argument if it’s inevitable?

My hands touched her naked shoulders, ran over them and across her shoulder blades.
Bābarah Åālamgīr arched her back at my touch.
I followed through; by running, my hands down her back, to the top of her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and then turned them away and up her sides and back down again.
I slid them down her sides to her Musalmān legs, continued washing the outsides of her thighs, and then again turned and this time brought them over her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass in slow loving circles.
I washed her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass carefully and ran my hands down over the swell of it and down her thighs.
That done, I brought them back up across her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān butt and around to her stomach slowly running my hands over her flat stomach and upwards, up toward her chest.
Then finally, I ran my hands over her Musalmān tits.
I let my palms rest over her nipples and moved them around in circles, washing them but at the same time stimulating them.
Then all too soon I moved them back down across her tummy to her enormously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mound, over the little strip of hair that she left there and down across her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Bābarah Åālamgīr, smiling triumphantly, spread her Musalmān legs a little to allow me inside her thighs.
I brushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips with my hand.
A tingle shot through Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Then I was done.
She felt me begin to release her and then stop.
I brought my hands back up to her Musalmān tits, cupped them, and drew her to me.
My front against her back.
Bābarah Åālamgīr could feel my full 9 ½ inches pressing into the small crack of her back and felt a trickle of juice release from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as she realized what it was she was feeling pressing back there.
I held nude Bābarah Åālamgīr to nude me, my hands over her Musalmān tits pressing into me and I kissed the top of her head.
“I love you honey, Bābarah Åālamgīr.” I whimpered passionately.
I squeezed her a bit harder then released her.
Bābarah Åālamgīr turned to face me and kissed me on the lips, gently,
“I love you too Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
Bābarah Åālamgīr wrapped her arms around my middle and pulled me close.
Bābarah Åālamgīr reveled in the feeling of my Uncut Hindu Cock pressing into her belly.
I placed my hands on her back and let them run up and down.
Fondling her and feeling her, touching her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and thighs.
Then I released her.
“I think we’re clean enough. We should get out.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled triumphantly once more, nodded as she released me and we stepped out of the shower.
She was afraid I was going to ignore her now, but to her pleasant surprise, I didn’t.
I smiled at her and offered to dry her off.
Bābarah Åālamgīr gladly accepted the invitation.
Then as I ran, the big soft towel over her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body Bābarah Åālamgīr felt as though she would orgasm from my touch.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah is right you do have a really nice touch, very sensual. Thank you for doing that for me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! It was nice to have you wash me and it was nice to wash you.” Bābarah Åālamgīr told me as she took a clean towel and rubbed me dry.
I noticed she spent a little more time on my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls than would have been required but I did not stop her or even mention it.
It was no use now.
Moreover, mostly, I admitted to myself because I enjoyed it too.
Then I surprised Bābarah Åālamgīr once more.
“Yes it was excellent. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was pleasantly shocked.
That almost sounded like an invitation, certainly an acknowledgement.
Now Bābarah Åālamgīr was more certain than ever that she was winning this battle.
Bābarah Åālamgīr even had the feeling that I was sorely tempted in the shower to just give up and make love to her.
She knew she was too.
Bābarah Åālamgīr had fought off the temptation the whole time just to drop to her knees and suck me into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
She smiled to herself, soon, soon she would have me and it would be better because I would do it willingly, even eagerly.
That was how it needed to be if it was to be right and good between us.
Bābarah Åālamgīr stood on her toes and kissed me again.
“Thanks Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!. Now let’s go wake Nasīm Muåāwiyah up.” Bābarah Åālamgīr deliberately squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund, bent down, kissed it, licked it, and suddenly taking it fully in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, Bābarah Åālamgīr started to give me a tremendous blowjob.
Absolutely unprepared for it, I was startled and dumbfounded.
Bābarah Åālamgīr played it very smart.
She proposed to go wake Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
And when I was confident there won’t be any more mischief from her, Bābarah Åālamgīr suddenly started sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund without any ultimatum whatsoever.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was happily sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund now, triumphantly that her strategy worked.
Before I could object, my Uncut Hindu Lund was inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and Bābarah Åālamgīr was sucking it already ravenously.
Realizing Bābarah Åālamgīr’s strategy and her victory over me, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the immense sexual bliss Bābarah Åālamgīr was bestowing on me.
It was futile now to stop Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She could not be stopped now.
Even the hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
From the service Bābarah Åālamgīr was providing to my Uncut Hindu Lund, it was more than obvious; Bābarah Åālamgīr loved me with all her existence.
Now it was up to me to have her as my indebted friend or scorned enemy.
Was I fool enough to convert my such a devoted friend into my enemy?
Never.
I opted to stand there, surrendering to Bābarah Åālamgīr’s needs; with my eyes closed, enjoying every blissful moment of it.
It lasted as if until infinity.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was attacking my Uncut Hindu Lund with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth in every way possible, as if it was a matter of life and death to her.
She had gripped my hips strongly.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was on her knees.
And her exceedingly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth was extremely busy with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Bābarah Åālamgīr sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund ravenously in every possible way.
It was obvious from her every expression Bābarah Åālamgīr was enjoying the act very much.
Ultimately, I had to explode into Bābarah Åālamgīr’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked triumphantly at me and gulped every drop of my Hindu Vīrý I blasted into her tremendously attractive awfully stunning enormously cute, incredibly elegant, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth.
Then Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist the temptation. Thanks for your cooperation however.”
“Sālī.” I smiled, “very smart of you. I was caught absolutely unprepared.”
“I’m 29 now, my darling. And a PhD. I can take care of my dreams.” Bābarah Åālamgīr’s mischievous Musalmān eyes were sparkling triumphant.
“Yes, I can see it now.”
Suddenly Bābarah Åālamgīr stood up, hugged me with her arms around my neck, and kissed me full on my Hindu lips.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was rock hard.
It was knocking on the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān entrance of Bābarah Åālamgīr’s Jannat-e-Firdaus.
Bābarah Åālamgīr opened her Musalmān legs wider and allowed my Uncut Hindu Lund to enter her Jannat-e-Firdaus.
My entire head vanished into her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“Enough, Bābarah Åālamgīr.” I ordered her curtly, “No more mischief. Let it remain there. No more penetration now if you really don’t want to lose me forever.”
“Okay. Sorry if I’ve gone too far.” Bābarah Åālamgīr looked into my eyes impishly, entirely unashamed of anything she was doing.
“Sālī, Badmåsh.”
“Fuck me.”
“Shut up.”
“I want your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot fully embedded deepest.”
“I know, Sālī, I know. But not now.”
“Why?”
“I promise to fuck you as much as you want to, but not now.”
“I need it now.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr, I never wanted you as my woman.”
“But I always loved you as my dream man.”
“But you never said it to me. Now let me adjust mentally for what you want from me. Don’t speed it up. You want to make yourself a better wife to me than your Ammī was. Don’t you?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr’s mischievous Musalmān eyes sparkled.
“Of course. I want to replace my Ammī forever. And I’m not ashamed of it even a bit. You maybe sixty three as you claim but you are still the most competent Hindu husband for all of us Musalmān Beauties.”

The two of us moved out to the bedroom and got onto the bed on either side of the still sleeping Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
She was still on her belly exactly the way I left her earlier.
We called her name and ran our hands down her back until she stirred.
“Come on it’s time to get up. You have to go see your aunt, Bābarah Åālamgīr tells me.” I said.

“Hmmm, I was hoping you’d wake me up the way you did earlier.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah purred sleepily.

Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed.
“If Durgesh does that you’ll go see your aunt with his Hindu cum running down your leg and we can’t have that, can we?”
“But it was so much fun.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah pouted “Just a little. Please.” She asked raising her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass up into the air and wiggling it back and forth.

Bābarah Åālamgīr moved around behind her and looked at her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“I don’t know Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!. It looks pretty good. If I were a guy I would definitely do her. Hell, if you don’t. I might just eat her out right here.”*

Chapter 27
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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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