Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 25

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Durgesh

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Chapter 25

Infinite BrāhmKalp

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Waħīd

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, must have heard me walking past her, as she turned around, her eyes wide, and stammered,

“Uh, hey Busherah. Hold on okay?” pulling the phone from her ear, she asked, “I thought you were going out back.”

“I want the flashlight.” I walked into the dining room and pulling open the drawer in the hutch pulled out the flashlight, as I turned it on to make sure it worked, I asked, “Who are you talking to?”

“Busherah from next door,” she placed her hand over the phone, “We were talking about how she’s planning a party for Lalit.”

“Oh.”

I walked past her and heading for the door, heard her call out,

“Hey Durgesh, they’re not coming home tonight and the reason she called was she couldn’t remember if she locked the back door, can you check for her?”

“Yeah, sure,” I answered while going back outside.

I walked across the lawn staying close to the house and feeling like a fool, but wanting to be careful, I ducked my head when I reached the fence so if anyone was on the other side they wouldn’t see me.

I had just reached the corner of the fence when I thought I heard footsteps moving up the driveway of the house next door.

I turned the corner in a crouch and flashed the light up the long driveway, but all I saw was the third floor’s Toyota parked in front of the garage.

Still staying close to the fence, I walked along the length of the drive way until I reached the corner where the fence joined that of the house behind ours.

I looked over the fence at our house and figured this was about where the guy I saw had been standing.

Even with the shade down, I could just make out Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, standing in the middle of the room and I could only imagine the view the creep had gotten when the window was open and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was in my lap.

I shined the light into the backyard and across the pool, and then quickly brought it up as I swore I saw movement along the fence across from me.

I swept the light across the length of the yard, but didn’t see anything.

Maybe I hadn’t seen anyone, after all I couldn’t make out any details, just a shape, could have just been a trick of the shadows from a lit room.

Shutting off the flashlight I walked across the driveway and as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had asked me to do, checked the back door.

It was locked and now walking normally along the fence I crossed the lawn and entered the house.

“You were right,” I said as I walked into the living room, “There was no one…”

I stopped in mid-sentence at the sight of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sitting on the couch.

She had her hands folded in her lap and was looking at me.

Her eyes were wide and she seemed to be looking past me.

“Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?” I took another step towards her, “You okay?”

“Your Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s just fine,” a deep voice said behind me, “In fact, she’s real fine!”

I spun around and dropped the flashlight at the sight of a large man dressed all in black, including, despite the heat, a ski mask, leaning against the wall.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!!” I exclaimed, “Who the hell are you?”

“If I wanted you to know who I was, I wouldn’t be wearing a mask, now would I?” he shrugged, “But seeing we’re going to get to know each other pretty well, just call me, I don’t know, Åbbās will do.”

Even through my shock, I noticed the guy’s voice was weird, abnormally deep and sort of mechanical.

Again, my mind working faster than I would have thought it could, I was reminded of the voice distorter I had bought at the Halloween store a couple of years ago when Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq had dressed as a ghoul.

Durgesh, sit down.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, softly from behind me.

“Yeah, Durgesh,” Åbbās pointed at the recliner, “Go sit down.”

“Damn you.” I snapped, taking a step towards him, “You better get the hell out…”

Durgesh!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, called out, “Listen to him! He…”

She stopped, but I didn’t need her to finish the sentence as Åbbās lifted his sweatshirt to show the handle of a gun protruding from his belt.

I stopped in my tracks and he nodded.

“Good boy, trying to stick up for your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, my, but why don’t you listen to what she says and take a seat?”

I looked over at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, who nodded at me and started to go over to sit next to her on the couch.

“In the chair.”

I hesitated and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, pointed, “Go over there, Durgesh.” She gave me a forced smile, “It’ll be okay, just do what he says.”

“O…okay.”

I walked over and sat down in the recliner and Åbbās laughed,

“You do listen to Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, my, don’t you?” he pointed over at her, “Then again, I would have done anything your  friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, wanted if she looked like that.”

Neither of us said anything and looking over at me, he asked, “You like how your Bahū Bégum looks, Durgesh?”

“I…” I couldn’t answer.

Between the situation itself and this guy asking me what I thought of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I had no doubt he had been staring at us and…

“I asked you a question.” Reaching down he tapped the handle of the gun, “See here’s the deal, we’re going to have some fun tonight, Durgesh. In fact I bet you’re going to have just the kind of fun the two of you have been dying for.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked, “Look, you have my wallet and I told you there’s no more…”

“You speak when spoken to.” Åbbās told her harshly. “Right now I’m talking to your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked as if she were going to continue, but stopped.

“That’s better and don’t worry honey, that pretty little mouth will be busy soon enough.”

I felt a stab of anger through my stomach, “Don’t hurt her.” I told him.

“You are a good boy.” He nodded approvingly, “A real Hindu boy, aren’t you?”

“No, I…”

“Bet you wanna be your Bahū Bégum’s husband.” He laughed nastily, “Take good care of her.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked.

“Oh, please,” Åbbās waved his hand at her, “I’ve been watching the two of you. You’re real close aren’t you?”

“My husband’s going to be home any minute now.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said quickly, “You…”

“Oh, no, your lame old man is gone for the next few days. Like I said I’ve been watching and you’re a real cock tease aren’t you Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“No I’m not.”

“No? What’s with that little bikini and all those little dresses you’ve been wearing lately? And funny how much you like to show off for your old Hindu man! Hell today I thought you were going to blow him by the pool!”

He had been watching us!

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, shook her head, and said,

“I don’t like what you’re trying to say.”

“No? You don’t like hearing the truth? That you want to fuck your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, you little Musalmān whore?”

“Hey watch…” I began, but stopped when he swung around on me.

“And you’d love it if she did, wouldn’t you? Probably jerk off to her don’t you?”

“You’re sick.” I told him, but could feel myself excited.

“Me? I’m not the one who wants to fuck my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” He laughed loudly, “But I’m going to like watching you fuck yours.”

“What?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and I both exclaimed at the same time.

“You heard me; I told you we were going to play a game. I’ve been watching and I want to see you both get what you want, each other.”

“I…I don’t want to…”

“Oh, you do.” Åbbās told me, “And hey, I don’t blame you, she’s fucking hot! Pretty, nice Musalmān body.” He pointed at me, “You want to fuck that oung Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, don’t you?”

Before I could answer he turned to Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,

“Take your robe off.”

“I won’t!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, declared, “You…” she stopped when he tapped the gun.

“Listen to me both of you; you will do what I say.” He pointed at her, “You, you little Musalmān slut are going to fuck your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately,.”

“I won’t do it!” I yelled, “You…”

“Fine,” he said with a shrug, “Then I’ll tie you up and you can watch me fuck her. But I figure the other way we all get what we want.” He turned back to Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, “Now, take off your robe.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, don’t,” I said, shaking my head.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stared at me for a Moment, then standing up, reached down and untied her robe.

I looked over to see Åbbās watching her.

He had pushed himself away from the wall and was now standing behind the chair between the couch and where I was sitting.

He was too far away for me to leave the chair and reach him before he would see me.

The best I could do was hope that he wasn’t really going to hurt us and the only thing he wanted was…My heart skipped a beat when my stunned mind finally acknowledged the thought he wanted to watch my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, have sex with me!

Across from me Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had untied her robe and let it fall to the floor.

I saw what she had on beneath it.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was wearing a black bra the cups of which were lace and even from across the room I could see the shadow of her nipples behind the thin material.

The bra was accompanied by a matching black thong that was little more than string with a patch of lace between her legs.

“You always wear lingerie when you are home with your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately?” Åbbās asked, “You still going to deny it?”

“I like feeling sexy.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said with her head down.

“Oh, you’re sexy alright, isn’t she Durgesh?

He turned to me and when I shrugged, raised his voice, “Answer me!”

At that volume his voice sounded even stranger and I was sure he was using some type of voice box.

That thought disturbed me because it meant it might be someone we knew.

He had said he’d been watching us.

My thoughts were cut off when I saw him take a step towards Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

“Yes, she’s sexy.” I blurted out.

“Good boy.” Åbbās lowered his voice, “See, that’s all I want tonight, some honesty from both of you.”

He pointed at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,

“Turn around, show your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, that fine Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass of yours.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, hesitated long enough for him to sigh and reach for his waistband, then bringing her hands up, placed them in her hair and raised her arms over her head.

As she took her long red hair up with her hands, she turned around slowly, and despite our frightening predicament, my eyes immediately found her extremely beautiful young Musalmān ass.

The thong was little more than a string between the cheeks of her Musalmān ass and I couldn’t help but notice how round and firm looking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass was.

Sensing Åbbās staring at me, I forced my eyes upward and took in the smooth creamy skin of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s back.

Not wanting to look as if I was indeed looking more than I should be I dropped my gaze, but not before catching a quick look at the backs of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s long well shaped Musalmān legs.

“Yeah, your friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, dressed like that when you are alone at night.” He grunted, glancing my way he asked, “Hey Durgesh, you think your Bahū Bégum has nice Musalmān tits?”

As he spoke he came around the chair and sat down in it, putting him between us.

“She…she’s my friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and I…”

“I know who she is, now answer the question.”

“You’re sick, you know that right?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked him as she turned back around to face us.

“You’re wearing Victoria secret and sitting on your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband’s lap and I’m sick?” he laughed, “Okay maybe I am, but I can admit it. Now shut up, so Durgesh can answer.”

Play a long; I told myself, something will happen to get us out of this.

“Uh, yeah she has a nice chest.” I answered.

“Nice chest? What are you twelve? Tell me you think your Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, has nice Musalmān tits.”

“My…Bahū Bégum has nice Musalmān tits.” I said softly, looking away from her as I spoke.

“Ever see them?”

“No.”

“Look over here when you speak.” Åbbās demanded.

When I did as he said he asked,

“Want to see them?”

“No!” I exclaimed.

“Liar, you stare at them all the time.” He wagged his finger at me, “Remember I’ve been watching and whenever she isn’t looking at you, you’re fucking gawking at her. Now I told you the rules are you answer honestly and do what I say. Now tell me you want to see your Bahū Bégum’s Musalmān tits.”

“Just say it, even if it’s not true.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, “Just give him what he wants.”

“Just what I want?” The mask had a thin film over the eyes to protect them from bad weather, but I could sense him rolling them behind it. “But, whatever, that’s some good advice from your slutty Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, over there, you just play along.” He paused, “So, Durgesh, want to see Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Musalmān tits?”

“I…okay I guess.” I muttered as my heart started pounding at the thought I really wouldn’t mind seeing them, but could think of a thousand better scenarios to do so.

“Better than that!” he shouted, “You two aren’t stupid and you know what I want so fucking give it to me! You both want it, so act like you do!” he put his hand on the gun and looking at me said, “Now answer my question like one of the kids in those stupid porns you watch when their Bahū Bégum wants to fuck them.”

I felt my heart skip a beat at the same time my face flushed deep red.

How the hell did this guy know what I watched on my lap top?

I always had my blinds down, had he hacked us somehow?

Worse was the stunned look on Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s face when he said it.

“I’m waiting.”

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath I said, “I really want to see my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Musalmān tits.”

“Ask her, I bet she’ll show them to you.”

“Enough. “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said.

“A minute ago you said play along.” He told her. “Listen to your own advice. Now go ahead Durgesh, ask Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd to show you her pretty Musalmān titties.”

I looked helplessly at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, who after looking into my eyes gave me a slight nod.

“Go ahead, Durgesh, it’s okay.”

Durgesh, what happened to Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?” he laughed.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stared hard at him and again I wondered how close this guy had gotten to us to know this.

Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, while still looking at him, “Your Bahū Bégum will do anything for you, all you have to do is ask.”

“Oh, I like that!” he clapped his hands.

Gesturing to me, he added,

“Now that should make you stop being such a wuss, follow Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s example and let’s go.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” I began my voice trembling, “C…can I see your Musalmān tits?

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s answer was to reach behind her and unhook her bra.

I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples as she slowly slid the straps from her shoulders and after a brief pause, tossed the bra on the floor.

“Oh.” I whispered unable to help it at the sight of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s bare Musalmān breasts.

They were even more amazing than I had envisioned them.

They were large.

They were high and proud.

Her Musalmān breasts were smooth and milky white with the only color being the light pink of her nipples.

I noticed her nipples were hard and barely heard Åbbās whistle,

“Damn, your Bahū Bégum’s got some nice Musalmān tits, doesn’t she?”

“Yes.” I said without thinking as my eyes stayed focused on her nipples.

“Now is that anyway to show your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, your Musalmān tits? Come on, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, show those babies off!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed and cupping her Musalmān tits, lifted them higher. To my surprise she started caressing her nipples with her thumbs and I saw she was breathing heavier as she did.

“That’s it! But I think you’re too far away, go over to your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, and let him get a nice close look at them.”

Still holding her Musalmān tits up, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slowly walked over to me.

I sat there gravely as she stood between my legs.

Her tits were little more than a foot from my face and to my amazement I felt my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund stiffening between my legs.

Again I lowered my eyes, but only to be confronted with the smooth skin of her stomach and worse, the patch of lace between her thighs.

“You like those tits, Durgesh?”

Not trusting my voice, I nodded.

“Tell her you want to squeeze and play with them!”

“I…I can’t!”

My words came out in an angry whisper as even with an armed intruder sitting ten feet away from me, I couldn’t imagine my lips on those nipples.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, you better talk to your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, because I’m getting ready to take over for him and fuck you myself.”

Releasing her Musalmān tits, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put her hands on my shoulders and leaning over, placed her lips at my ear.

Durgesh, listen to me. This guy is mentally sick, but I think if we do what he wants, we’ll be okay.”

“But…” I trailed off at the sight of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s tits now inches from my face.

Durgesh, he’s armed and I don’t want to give him a reason. I…if I have to do something dirty tonight I would rather it be with you, not him.”

“You’re my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.” I whispered and honestly at that point I felt I was trying to convince myself of that fact.

“I know and that’s why he’s sick, this is what he wants and…” she paused when that deep voice called out,

“As much as I like looking at that fine Musalmān ass, you better get Hindu Scoundrel to play along, before I show him how it’s done.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, tensed up, but her voice in my ear was calm.

Durgesh, do you really watch those videos?”

“I…yes, I…I’m sorry Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, but that doesn’t mean I want…”

“Then what we’re going to do is pretend we’re in one, okay?” she caused me to gasp when I felt her tongue graze my ear. “You and I are going to play our own game; we’re going to act like strangers playing a dirty game and do what he wants.”

“I don’t think I can.” I said even as I felt my now hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund straining against my shorts.

“Just think of me as a sexy young Musalmān woman and not your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.” She said, “You can do it, Durgesh, you have to. I’m ready to have your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into my twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot but never that bastard’s. Never!”

“But Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq …” I whispered.

“Will never know, no one will, just our little secret.” This time it was her lips that touched me, placing a soft kiss just below my ear. “Just relax, let me take care of you and we’ll worry about everything else later, okay?”

Let me take care of you.

Those words were spoken in that purr she had been using lately and a soft moan escaped me when her lips again found my flesh, but this time lower on my neck.

“Times up! Either he fucks you or…”

“How about he gives his Bahū Bégum a nice kiss first?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked, looking back at him, “Cut the kid some slack and let me get him relaxed, okay?”

“Kiss?” he paused, “Fine, but take his shirt off first.” He laughed, “That way you can be nipple to nipple.

Reaching down, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my shirt and whispered, “Come on, Durgesh, arms up!”

Trying to do as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had said and pretend, I did the best I could to forget about the stranger in our house and lifted my arms up for her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slipped my shirt over my head and after giving me a wink, started rubbing her hands up and down my chest.

“Oh, my ultimate Hindu husband has been working out hasn’t he? Hmmm” she purred, “Is the rest of you as hard as these muscles?”

Behind her, Åbbās clapped his hands and called out,

“That’s much better! You’re a real sport Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd! Course we all know this is what you wanted anyway!”

Chapter 26

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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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