Ved Nagar: 29Posted: November 5, 2012
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās rushed to me, put her beautiful young arms around my neck and kissed me full on my lips.
I hugged her wildly.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās felt me hardened.
She grinned mischievously and grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis.
I winked at her.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās laughed pleasantly melodically yet gracefully.
We undressed each other.
Next moment, I wasn’t fucking Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, instead, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās was fucking me wildly.
She had straddled me on my Uncut Hindu Penis.
Her glorious Musalmān buttocks were in wild up and down motions.
My ever erect Uncut Hindu Cock was penetrating Al Nādirah Al Åbbās’s young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
We fucked violently.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Hindu Piyā.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās said fucking me violently, “But Abbū is all worked up. Apparently, there’s been a shooting in the lower flat. Abbū is afraid officers will be swarming all over the place to interfere with what he wants to see you about. He says it’s dreadfully important and I’m commissioned to get a habeas corpus, mandamus, or whatever you lawyers call it, to see there at once. Abbū promises to pay you anything you want if you’ll come immediately.”
I smiled, playing with her young glorious Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
My Uncut Hindu Prick was visiting her young, twenty eight years old ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt ravenously itself.
She was kissing me wildly.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās was wilder and more ravenous in sex than Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was even, to the extent that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd couldn’t find anyway except to complain to Al Åbbās Al Saåīd that his daughter was disturbing her in her honeymoon with me.
“Can you tell me exactly what’s the nature of your Abbū’s business with me?” I asked smiling.
“Frankly I can’t, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. My Abbū is one of those rugged Årab individualists. I was to act intermediary.”
“He understands who is the perfect intermediary between him and me.” I winked at her.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās also winked at me,
“Doesn’t he? He understands very well how to make you Hindus work for us Musalmīn. You all the Hindus are crazy to fuck Musalmān Beauties. Well, Abbū provides you Hindus Musalmān Beauties as much as you want and keep you Hindus working for him nonstop with extraordinary loyalty to him.”
“And you think it’s only your Abbū’s policy?” I laughed, “Everyone successful Musalmān ruler, king, Bādshāh, Sultān, Nawāb, whatsoever his title was, successfully ruled Hindu dominant areas, using the same policy, in pre 1857 days.”
“Yes, I know.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās smiled triumphantly, “Mughal-e-Åāzam, Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar, learned this policy from Shérshāh Sūrī. He studied prudently why Shérshāh Sūrī was so successful in making Humāyūn run away from India to Iran. He found it and implemented in his realm. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan isn’t conceiving Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah out of a whole cloth ever first. She had studied prudently the tremendous miraculous success of the Mughal Empire in India. She found it was the Ashvinātam Hindu Muslim Unity. Aurangzeb tried to destroy it and destroyed the entire Mughal Empire consequently imprudently. East India Company took full advantage of it. It filled the Hindu households with British Beauties instead and managed to get the loyalty of the Hindu majority for East India Company instead of the then imprudent Musalmān rulers, gradually.”*
I woke the next morning, felt the warm soft presence next to me, and smiled.
It was when I rolled over that I got the surprise.
Instead of being it the black curly hair, I was getting used to; I saw a head of straight red hair.
There was only one redhead in the house, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
‘What the hell was Bābarah Åālamgīr doing here?
Was I blind last night?
Did I have sex with Bābarah Åālamgīr?’
All ran through my mind as a lump formed in my stomach.
I cautiously raised the sheet to peer underneath and found that as I had suspected, Bābarah Åālamgīr was in my bed, completely naked.
Nothing new about that however.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl wore clothes less often than she ran without, to seduce me of course.
I understood that.
I wasn’t born yesterday.
I dropped the sheet, layback for a minute to try to clear the sleep out of my head, remembered what happened and why Bābarah Åālamgīr was there.
I lay there quietly for a good 10 minutes before I gave up.
The last I remembered was making love to Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās for what seemed like forever and falling asleep in her arms.
I had absolutely no recollection of Bābarah Åālamgīr being involved and I knew I had not been blind.
The evening’s memories were too clear for that.
So why was Bābarah Åālamgīr there?
I had two options.
I could slip out of bed, find Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and ask her.
In that case, I might run into Zubaydah Bābar or Nishāt Nazli and then might have to explain why Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, was naked in my bed.
On the other hand, I could wake Bābarah Åālamgīr and ask her.
The second option gave me more control of the situation and less potential for embarrassment.
Therefore, it was a no-brainer.
I turned onto my side facing her and gently shook her awake.
“Oh, hi Durgesh, good morning. How long have you been awake?” She asked me as she woke.
“Just a few minutes. I lay here trying to figure out why you’re in my bed.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr giggled,
“Did I give you a start?”
“Yeah, a little. You know I never drink and I know when I fell asleep Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was here. So when and how did you get here?”
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās woke me around 5:30 this morning. I don’t know what you did to her last night but she was all happy and bubbly. It was disgusting so early in the morning. All she wanted to talk about was planning to go get our stuff and bring it here. I finally told her that whatever she decided was fine as long as she let me go back to sleep. She had me out in the living room and I tried to lie on the couch but it was cold. Therefore, I crawled in with you to keep warm. She left around 7:30 to go rent a truck or something.”
“A truck? How much stuff do the two of you have?” I asked suddenly picturing my house jammed with all kinds of junk.
Bābarah Åālamgīr giggled again.
“Don’t worry, not that much. She just figured that if we made one trip we wouldn’t be able to get it in my car so we’re going to get one of those little trucks. It’s just our clothes and stereo and stuff.”
“Clothes? You mean the two of you actually wear clothes. I didn’t even know you owned any?” I teased her.
Nude Bābarah Åālamgīr pulled nude me into a hug as she giggled again,
“Oh Durgesh, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Of course, we have clothes; we’re Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls. Aren’t we?”
I sighed as I felt her great Musalmān tits push into my chest.
Bābarah Åālamgīr had thrown her Musalmān leg up over mine so I was certain I could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot pressing against my thigh.
Her Musalmān leg was only inches from my Uncut Hindu Lund that had gotten hard as a rock.
As soon as I realized Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s naked daughter was in bed with me and had not receded yet, I looked at the clock.
It was 9:30 already.
“I’m going to get up and get a shower.” I announced as a means of extricating myself from the situation.
“Oh good. I’ll join you again. That was fun yesterday.” Bābarah Åālamgīr chirped.
I groaned inwardly.
I was trying to get away from the naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān nymph and she wanted to share my shower.
I thought about declining but did not want to seem to push her away.
Besides, nothing really had happened yesterday.
I just would have to behave myself and make sure she did also.
We headed to the bathroom together.
I started the shower and adjusted the water temperature.
Then when I turned around, I was greeted by the sight of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, sitting on the toilet and the unmistakable sound of urine hitting the water.
She had just sat down and gone without any thought to my being there and I had had to go also but was going to ask her for a little privacy before going.
Apparently, she didn’t feel privacy was important.
As I watched, she wiped herself and stood up, took me by my hand and stepped into the shower pulling me in with her.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, I have to pee too.” I protested.
“So go ahead but you are all wet now. Therefore, you might as well go in here. It all goes to the same drain anyway.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled innocently.
Then she got that devilish look in her eye.
“Can I aim it for you?”
“No, you can’t aim it for me. I’m not used to having people watch me use the toilet. I’ve been going by myself for over 62 years, I think I can manage.” I told her.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked down, mischievously, at the floor, and her lower lip stuck out in a pout.
I realized that I had been a little harsher on her than I should have been and probably hurt her feelings.
“I’m sorry honey; you just caught me by surprise.”
Then I sighed,
“Ok you can aim it for me.”
I saw a smile cross her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face and I closed my eyes trying to pretend she wasn’t there.
I felt Bābarah Åālamgīr grasp my Hindu manhood and I relaxed to release a stream of urine.
“Oh wow that’s neat.”
I could feel Bābarah Åālamgīr directing it this way and that and smiled to myself.
Then I felt a shift in her position and opened my eyes just as she started to giggle.
“Feels weird.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said as I looked down and saw that she was directing my stream into her open mouth, giggling the whole time.
I was struck dumb, not knowing what to say or do.
I was pissing into Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s open Musalmān mouth and she was enjoying drinking it.
“Who’s the pervert here?” ran through my mind as my stream subsided and she released me.
She leaned over and kissed me.
“Thanks Durgesh. That was fun. I never did that before.”
Then with that pronouncement, Bābarah Åālamgīr picked up the soap, began to lather her hands up and then rub them on my body.
Suddenly all other thoughts were gone from my head as Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, began to run her hands over my naked skin.
She started on my front at my shoulders and washed chest, my sides and me downwards and then to my stomach.
Instead of continuing down to my Uncut Hindu Cock as she had the previous day she urged me to turn around and she did my back moving down and massaging the soap into my ass cheeks then she reached around and began to wash my privates.
Just as Bābarah Åālamgīr had the day before she stroked me while she did it and fondled my balls.
The difference is this time she didn’t seem to want to stop.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was stroking me intently with a firm grip on my Uncut Hindu Cock and I knew that if she didn’t stop soon I was going to blow my load.
“I think it’s clean enough.” I offered even though part of me, a large part, screamed to let her continue.
Bābarah Åālamgīr just released me, moved down and soaped up my legs then rinsed me off.
“My turn.” she announced as she turned around so I could do her back.
I picked up the soap and lathered up.
Then I started on her shoulders and worked my way down her back.
I spent a lot of time washing her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass off, rubbing it and massaging it and she enjoyed the attention as she stuck it out for me.
The more I rubbed the more she stuck it out. Then reluctantly I proceeded down her Musalmān legs and washed her Musalmān legs and feet before continuing upwards.
I reached her sex and hesitated, in my aroused state I only hesitated to fight off the ‘incestuous’ (?) impulses I was having.
So that when I touched her sex, it was as someone bathing her not seducing her.
She felt the difference in the touch and was disappointed.
As horny as she had become now, Bābarah Åālamgīr wanted more contact.
She had been so turned on by holding me while I peed she could not resist stepping into the stream and playing it over herself.
It got her so hot she nearly came.
But now I had washed her sex and reached between her Musalmān legs to get her there.
She spread them and squatted down a bit so I would touch her most private parts and felt the tingle run through her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body .
I withdrew my hands and continued up to her stomach.
Finally, I ran my hands over her chest.
I lingered on her Musalmān tits gently massaging her nipples.
Bābarah Åālamgīr stepped back and leaned against me.
I hesitated but continued to rub her Musalmān tits, occasionally running a hand down and over her sex again.
My touch had changed again.
I was no longer bathing her now I was caressing her.
It was foreplay now.
Bābarah Åālamgīr knew it and she loved it.
Bābarah Åālamgīr slowly reached her hand behind her and stroked my thigh as I caressed her and then she slipped that hand up between them and let it gently wrap around my Uncut Hindu manhood.
Slowly she began to stroke me as I touched her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
My touch became more insistent and soon I was tweaking her nipples with one hand and cupping her sex with the other.
Then without warning and probably by accident I touched her ravenous Musalmān clit with my finger and that little touch caused her to release her pent up frustration.
A stream of juice rolled from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as orgasm overwhelmed her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
Bābarah Åālamgīr grasped me harder and pumped me in her bliss and I was so close I too came shooting my Hindu sperm all over her back.
She felt it hit her back.
The realization that my Hindu seed was running down her, that she had caused it, struck her and her orgasm, instead of subsiding, renewed.
Then we were both quiet and we held each other involuntarily.
Bābarah Åālamgīr could feel my Hindu body was tense against hers and she knew I was not ready for this.
Therefore, she had to ease the guilt.
“I’m sorry Durgesh. I didn’t mean to… I mean I didn’t plan on it.”
I shushed her.
“It’s Ok. We both know we should have stopped sooner. My fault too.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr leaned back to me and pushed closer.
“No, I should not try to tempt you like this, but I like being with you so much. It’s fun. I just didn’t intend to let it go. At least it’s not as we did anything like oral or fucked or anything. We just were carried away a little. Ok?”
“Yeah. Ok honey.” I answered.
“You’re not going to go on a guilt trip on me or anything. Are you?” She asked and turned to face me.
I smiled at her.
“No. No guilt trip.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled back and hugged me to her.
“Good, and one last thing. Now I know why Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās doesn’t want to let you go. No one has ever given me an orgasm that easily before. You are great.”
I smiled as Bābarah Åālamgīr looked back at me.
“Well, I think we’re clean enough, let’s get out and get some breakfast.” I offered.
Bābarah Åālamgīr almost blew it that time because she lost control.
I was feeling guilty and that was the last thing she wanted.
Luckily, she turned it around and made it Ok.
She continued to chastise herself as we dried each other off and went out to get something to eat.
We found a note from Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli.
They were at the beach and let the sleepy heads waste the day it said.
Therefore, we ate and chatted.
Just as we were finishing Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās returned.*
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās was now on her knees and elbows and I was fucking her from her gorgeous nude behind.
We walked through the door.
The Årab Sheikħ that had opened the door, only smiled in greeting.
It was Ved Nagar.
It was a Dream City of Posthumans, Para Humans, the immortals.
Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog was normal here.
Capable persons, the Årab Sheikħ thought.
They can do anything.
After all, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully brought down the age-old kingdom of Al Saåūds.
Now, there’s Democracy in former Saůūdī Årab too.
It’s not Saůūdī Årab any more.
It’s now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat now.
Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog is normal there too now.
The Posthumans, the Para Humans, the immortals.
Are they really?
Allah knows better.
They say they can’t live without Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog.
Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun.
Is qayāmat nearby?
Allah knows better that too.
Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun.
We entered the elevator.
The door was swung quietly shut behind us by the swift moving Årab Sheikħ.
Leaving the elevator, I heard the sound of rubber tired wheels rolling rapidly along the mosaic floor.
The same high-pitched reedy voice I had heard over the phone said.
“It’s all right, Al Salīm. Don’t bother. I’ll make it.”
Then a wheelchair shot through a curtained doorway.
An emaciated, thin, hand applied a brake, and Al Nādirah Al Åbbās and I found ourselves scrutinized by a pair of piercing gray eyes, deep-set beneath shaggy brows, in a face that seemed all skin and bones.
The man in the wheelchair gave the impression of boundless nervous energy.
It was as though the strength that had been denied the body had gone into nervous vitality.
So intense was the concentration in those gray eyes that the man seemed to forget entirely the amenities of the situation.
He ignored Al Nādirah Al Åbbās utterly and completely.
She was his daughter.
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd devoted all his attention to study me.
He was as if asking in silence whether, even now, it was possible to recognize Al Åbbās Al Saåīd’s true identity.
Was it possible for anybody to recognize him as Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, the former managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company?
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