Ved Nagar: 52

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Midterm 2012

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 52

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Al Samīnah Al Qāsim

Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“I’m destroying the Musalmīn and the Musalmīn are so foolish that they are calling me Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated.”
“Because you are using your Seven Movements to advertise your extraordinary spiritual capabilities among Musalmīn.” I smiled at her niftily, still fucking Amīnah Zahīr.
“And Musalmīn don’t understand it?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kept smiling.
“You are shrewd enough to understand the shortcomings of Musalmīn. Most of them are blindly superstitious, because they are Uneducated/Under Educated. The Uneducated/Under Educated Mullahs and Maulavīs oppose their modern education so that their followers may not abandon them. You are influencing the Mullahs and Maulavīs themselves.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan complaining.
“Bājī, I’ve myself seen you and your agents bribing these Mullahs and Maulavīs and other Musalmīn of influence.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched him curtly.
“The problem with Abbū Imām, Durgesh, you and other similar ideologists is, you always argue about means. You never see the practical impossibility of your ever Utopian suggestions.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled at me.
“Jījū, your utmost successful Practical Chief Wife is criticizing even you now.”*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Well, what’s wrong in criticizing him if he is wrong? He never claimed to be Omniscient.”
I smiled merely.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan continued to say.
“He himself admits no one is Omniscient except Allah Rabbil Åālmīn. He knows so many things more than we do. He has experienced so many incidences than we have. Naturally he understands so many things more than we do, and more deeply too. But that’s all. That’s the limit of your Jījū too. Beyond that he too assesses everything. And his assessment may be wrong too as well as it may be right. Am I right, my love?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at me.
“Right.” I smiled, “Sorry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, I’m too a human being. Even my assessments may be wrong. I too don’t, and can’t, know everything.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“Sorry, Jījū.”
“The difference between Abbū Imām and Durgesh is that Abbū Imām is an ideologist only, while Durgesh is a Practical Ideologist. Abbū Imām can dream better but as he is far more behind than Durgesh in both knowledge and experiences, he doesn’t know how to make his dreams true optimum as Durgesh does.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand beamed at me with immense pride.
“But,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled unwearyingly, “similarly Durgesh isn’t a woman, is he?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand laughed.
“Jījū is the Absolute Man.”
“Yet, not a woman.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan repeated insistently.
“Oh, sure.”
“Therefore he can’t understand what we womankind need actually as optimum as I can.”
“Bājī,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand protested.
“There are so many things, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, that we womankind never tell even our life partners.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at me.
I was grave now.*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, you believe your Jījū more than you believe your Bājī, don’t you?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand watched her gravely.
“My morals are more identical with Jījū, Bājī. I never hide it from anyone.”
“You, your Jījū, Abbū Imām, you all never try to understand how to get Pseudo Musalmīn votes. The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually the most confused persons in the Multiverse.”
“I see.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely.
“The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually always the pendulums between True Islam and Pseudo Islam.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr interrupted.
“The police has told me that it isn’t established beyond doubt that the victim of the murderer is Colonel Åbdul Raħmān.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ironically.
“The police is playing a deep game so that Ved Nagar can’t be held politically responsible for the murder of one of my Commandos. It’s only a razzle dazzle. Both the nations India and Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat do understand they don’t want to antagonize Ved Nagar. They can’t afford it.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr laughed.
“Ved Nagar can do anything?”
“Almost anything.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly.
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr looked at Amīnah Zahīr.
“I’m unable to understand, my lady, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat is smiling triumphantly however her reliable commando is murdered. The police say they can’t establish beyond doubt that the body is really that of Colonel Åbdul Raħmān. She has deputed Colonel Åbdul Raħmān on some secret mission and Ved Nagar administration itself has helped her, Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat actually.”*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr, you are promoted to be the leader of Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn. Congratulations. You really understand what we do more efficiently than the rest of you.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr bowed half to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, respectfully.
“Shukriyah, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated.”
Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
“Bājī, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated, I own a ranch in Nevada as well as I own a ranch here at Ved Nagar too, both with Durgesh, of course, as you yourself own each and every property you have, with Durgesh, yourself, everywhere, even in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. It’s rather a large holding. Durgesh likes it. I like to live there with Durgesh. Durgesh loves Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān houseladies especially. There’s a guest ranch, a so called dude ranch, adjoining our property in Nevada. I find some of the guests women who stay there are rather interesting. It’s unfortunate that they find Durgesh more interesting rather than me.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sensitively.
Amīnah Zahīr only kept smiling respectfully.
“As you can well judge yourself, Bājī, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, many of these guest Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān houseladies, are not there simply because they like the idea of recreation on a guest ranch in Nevada. They are there because they want to establish a six weeks’ residence in order to get a divorce.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand watched his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim gravely.*

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim winked at her husband impishly.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand averted his eyes hastily to look at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, me and Muħammad bin Qāsim whether anyone of us has noticed it.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was not backward, yet he was relatively more sophisticated than his ever impish ever naughty wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand respected Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and me both more.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, instead, always teased both of us.
She was my Sālī after all, my sister in law.
Amīnah Zahīr joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan this time in smiling cunningly as well.
“I am frank to admit that most of those Musalmān Beauties, those Musalmān houseladies, take interest in Durgesh usually, naturally.”
“Naturally?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim nudged me.
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim!” I admonished her.
“Sure,” Amīnah Zahīr said, “yet we can’t blame them. They are there for divorce. It’s obvious they are separated from their husbands already. Consequently, missing sex and a loving masculine attention already for a relatively long time. When they find even Durgesh is available to them, well, they start to enjoy sex with Durgesh sooner or later.”
“Every one of them?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim teased us impishly.
“Almost every one of them.” Amīnah Zahīr smiled sophisticatedly, “Usually, I mean, of course.”
“Of course.” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim’s impish eyes twinkled conspicuously.
Amīnah Zahīr winked at Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim and continued.
“The women who sever their domestic ties go to a state where they have no friends. They find themselves, usually for the first time in years, entirely on their own. They are apt to be lonesome, naturally. Consequently, apt to be seeking companionship too with as powerful a man as they can get. I happen to have a ranch that is accessible. Durgesh happens to be available as an utmost caring, utmost lovable, utmost loyal, utmost reliable, masculine friend. Why the hell they don’t take the advantage of the opportunity?”
“I agree with you, Amīnah Zahīr.” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim smiled cunningly.*

Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
“I had always lived on my ranch and enjoyed it until Al Samīnah Al Qāsim came to Nevada, to establish a residence on this adjoining dude ranch. She liked Durgesh and enjoyed more sex with Durgesh than she had enjoyed with even Abbū Imām, her husband. Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was a very determined and a very resourceful woman. She had a very definite plan of operation. We became very good friends gradually. Yet, I had long been for the right sort of investment here in Ved Nagar. Who doesn’t now, if s/he is capable? My real estate broker found this place. It was offered at what I considered a bargain as price go these days. I talked with Durgesh. Durgesh approved my decision. I told my dealer to close the deal without letting the owners even suspect that Durgesh was too involved anywhere. It would have caused the price to go to the sky. The deal was closed very quietly keeping the news as far as possible out of media.
“When our dealer had the property all in escrow, I simply slipped from my ranch in Nevada. Durgesh told Al Samīnah Al Qāsim that I had been called away very suddenly on business that would keep me out of state for some time. I would get in touch with Al Samīnah Al Qāsim as an opportunity presented itself. In the meantime I was working on a deal that was so confidential I couldn’t take any chance of having any slip.
“Durgesh and I jumped in our own private plane and flew to Denver. We had to stop for a few hours at our Denver branch office of HVSI Group of Companies, then flew for Ved Nagar. We picked up a new automobile that had been ready for delivery to our order, and came here to this place.
“I was very careful not to let Al Samīnah Al Qāsim know where I was. Durgesh was already available to her in his another body. Why the hell she had to pay any attention to what the damn I was doing? When Durgesh is available himself, the all a Musalmān Beauty, the all a Musalmān houselady is interested ever is undress Durgesh completely, undress herself completely, and enjoy sex with Durgesh as much as she can.”
Amīnah Zahīr was smiling cunningly now.
It was not easy for Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand to believe a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty could be that cunning.
His Bājī, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was really transforming the Musalmān Beauties, the Musalmān houseladies, miraculously.
Actually, his Bājī, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was herself a miracle after the greater miracle, Durgesh.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī was following Durgesh step by step very adroitly.
Moreover, she knew very well, very meticulously, where to deviate from Durgesh to transform Musalmān Beauties and extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies to use them optimum for establishing her dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
It was a miracle the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, criminals/criminal minded Musalmīn were being cuckolded fastest under her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī knew very well how to deal with the bastards.
Now, almost the entire global media even is acknowledging her ever great achievements.
It’s being written and discussed now surreptitiously that the Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had effectively decreased the terrorist and criminal activities of Pseudo Musalmīn, even though the movements are in themselves not as humane as they should have been.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has laughed.
“Humanity with the animals who never respect any human life except that of Pseudo Musalmīn? Never. I’ll cuckold every one of them, bastards. I’m not Durgesh. They are enjoying Durgesh’s so called humanity on the cost of innocent persons’ very life. I’m Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I have my own definition of humanity. Cuckold the bastards who never respect human life if it’s not a Pseudo Musalmān.” *

Amīnah Zahīr was grave now.
“The information that Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was in Ved Nagar comes out as a distinct surprise to me. She did not come here, however, last night or any other time to have the gasoline tank of her automobile filled. I haven’t seen her since I left Nevada. She is a very lovable woman, however. I happen to know that, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim, however, had a deep seated fear of her husband, Abbū Imām. She was planning something. I don’t know exactly what it was but I do know that Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was very much afraid of what her husband, Abbū Imām, would do when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim started to put her plan into execution.
“There are some things, however, I won’t like to say here in the presence of witnesses. But Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was talking of a picture, Abbū Imām and Durgesh’s yacht.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was suddenly all alert now.
“How do you know Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was talking of Durgesh Jījū’s yacht? I think it was another yacht that belongs to Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim. My wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, knows about it more, I think.”*

Out on deck, on my ‘yacht’, I found the fog had thickened until it was impossible to see more than a few feet in any direction.
The ship was facing upstream now.
Standing up there, I could hear the sullen gurgle of cold water as the current swirled around the anchor chain.
Confidently, thoughtfully, I moved aft, reached the stem of the vessel.
I saw a member of the crew.
He appeared to me to be so.
I didn’t know him personally.
Neither it was possible for me to know everyone personally who was in my staff.
I had a large staff even on this ship.
He was bundled up in a heavy mackinaw.
Standing motionless, I thought he must have been a night watchman.
If my assumption was correct he hadn’t to care anything for the guests.
He had only to wait simply the night out, standing there as still as a statue.

I walked back again toward I came from.
Suddenly, I stumbled over a piece of rope.
I couldn’t kick it to one side.
It must not be there.
Hell, the security must be instructed to find out and inform me why it was there.
The security in charge regretted the incidence and promised me to find out immediately.

I walked back to a position amidships on the starboard side.
I stood there for some ten minutes lost in thought.
I was aroused suddenly.

It was a sudden stabbing sound of a woman’s shrill scream, from the vicinity of the bow.
A sharp report followed almost instantly by a peculiar series of muffled splashes.
I looked to the stem.
The man who had been on duty as watchman was no longer there.
It was possible he had run to the bow, keeping to the port side.
Was he really a watchman?
Now I doubted even it.
I turned to dash back toward the bow.
I heard the soft patter of hurrying feet and then, almost without warning, a figure, walking confidently down the deck, collided with me.
I felt the soft touch of damp silk.
My nostrils caught the faint scent of perfume.
I realized the woman I was holding in my arms was stunning, confident and definitely not in panic, even infinitesimally.*

My first assessment was that she was the woman who screamed.
She was the woman the soft patter of whose hurrying feet I had heard.
But the stunning Beauty I was holding in my arms was neither hurrying, nor she was in any condition so that I could say she was the woman who screamed.
It was a sudden stabbing sound of a woman’s shrill scream, from the vicinity of the bow.
I couldn’t forget it.
I could feel the pumping of her heart, the tension of her muscles.
Her hand moved and inadvertently it touched my ever sensitive rising Uncut Hindu Penis.
Yet I was suddenly all alert.
I had caught the glint of faintly reflected light from some metallic object.
I realized immediately she was carrying a gun.

From up near the bow I was expecting the cry that was so ominous to seamen the world over.
‘Man overboard. MAN OVERRR-BOARD!!’
But no, it wasn’t there.
Nevertheless, from the sea, there came a series of thumping noises against the side of the ship.
It seemed that some struggling kicking object was swept past by the current on the side of the ship opposite to that where I was standing.*

There followed an instant of silence.
The extremely stunning Beauty in my arms had deliberately grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis now.
She was even playing with it now, even more confidently than she came into my arms colliding with me.
It was my ship.
I owned it.
But I didn’t know who this dazzling Beauty was.
She was anywhere around twenty eight.
The most she could be, thirty, not more.
Her build, body and behavior was telling me that she herself was too a Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.
Her frankness was telling me, she belonged to one of the ever notorious Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
I didn’t know why I had a feeling now that I had seen her with Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl.
She resembled Åābidah Ibrār Ålvī very much.
Yet, I could not place her still now.
Then I suddenly placed her.
I hadn’t seen her with Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl.
I had seen her with Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl instead.
She was present when I kicked Muħammad Kamāl and Aħmad Kamāl both out of their own house, claiming that Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, and Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, 20, were, all the three, my wives now.
She was standing there enjoying the incidence very much.

Chapter 53
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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

She told the untold: 1

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She told the untold

The united four: Dādījān, Dadajī, Ammī, and me

Durgesh

Prologue: Sālī, Ammījān!

Chapter 1

Let me tell about me.

I, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, am 20,

Height, 5’ 7”, my figure was 32-26-36..

My Ammī, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl was of 39, 5’6”, 36-32-38.

I am the only child of my parents.

Now, the hero of our story, with us three heroines:

My Hindu dadaji, Durgesh, was 60.

Was he really sixty, as he claimed?

Nonsense!

Don’t be silly!

He is 28.

Perfect for me.
I’m 20, remember.

He is strong, rather strongest, both physically and sexually.

Physically: he kicked out both my Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl and my Dadajan, Muħammad Kamāl, both together, out of their own house, claiming that we all the three Musalmān Beauties, my Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54,5’8”, 36-32-40; my Ammī, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl 39, and I, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl 20, are now his Saåūdī Årab Musalmān wives.

Sexually: He had proved it to my Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54,5’8”, 36-32-40, already.

She also kicked both her husband Muħammad Kamāl 56,5’6”, and her own son, my Abbū Aħmad Kamāl 40, 5’8”, out of their own house, calling both of them impotents.

“Sālī,” My Dādājān Muħammad Kamāl 56, 5’6”, shouted, “if I’m impotent how did you get your son, Aħmad Kamāl 40, 5’8”, forty years ago? If my son Aħmad Kamāl 40, 5’8”, is impotent, how did your Bahoo Bégum Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl 39, get her daughter Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, 20 years ago?”

“We are not your slaves, idiot,” My Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40 shouted higher, “We have ‘this’ for it. See yourselves.”

In her violent passion, Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40, forgot all the civilized manners.

She unzipped Hindu dadaji, Durgesh, 60, and brought out his great Uncut Hindu Penis, to demonstrate to them.

Even I was stunned and dumb founded.

Allah!

Was it really a penis or king Cobra?

Yes, I’ve seen it.

Yes, I’ve kissed it.

Yes, I’ve licked it.

Yes, I’ve swallowed it, tasted it, and sucked it.

Yes, I’ve enjoyed it both in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.

Durgesh has claimed correct that we all the three, Dādījān, Ammī, and me, are his Saåūdī Årab Musalmān wives now.

Ten inches long, five inches thick in circumference, and as strong as a steel rod.

I couldn’t even fantasize this kind of a Hindu penis, before I’d seen and enjoyed it.

I immediately doubted.

Durgesh Dādājī, Durgesh Grandpa, can’t be 60.

So, my friend, Åābidah Ibrār Ålvī, 20, 5’ 7”, 34-26-38, was right?

Durgesh is 28.

My Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40, is in love with a 28 years old, young Hindu man, almost half of her age?

Allah!

Allah!!

“Sālī, Hindu Lund kī bhookhī, shame on youuuuuuuuu.” Muħammad Kamāl 56, 5’6”, my Dādājān, shouted, forgetting every civilized manner himself.

“Shame on me?” My Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl shouted higher again, “Shame on me? Why Shame on me? Shame on you, impotent, nāmard, Aħmad is not your son. You have given me thirteen daughters. Imagine. Thirteen daughters. Not a single son. If I hadn’t gone elsewhere, I had no Aħmad Kamāl 40 years ago, neither could you have. I sacrificed my feminine Muslim honor to a Hindu for the survival of your clan, and survival of us both.”

“Ammijān!” my Abbū was all tears.

“I am sorry, son! I never wanted to disclose this secret, I never wanted to tell this untold, but this nāmard Musalmān forced me to it.”

“She is lying, Aħmad, she is lying.” My Dādājān, Muħammad Kamāl 56, held my Abbū’s right hand, assuring him, “You are my son. You are my son. Believe me.”

“Huh,” Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40, smiled sarcastically in immense burning wrath.

My Abbū was weeping silently.

He was never disgraced in such a manner before.

The worst thing was, the incident was taking place in Eidgāh Masjid.

Now coming to the story it all happened when due to Eidul Fitr, we all went to ‘Durgesh Fātimah Jannat’, as dadaji stayed there only, and my exams were over.

We all were very happy in the night.

I had to sleep with dādāji, as there were only 2 rooms there..

By 8pm only, we slept.

At night, around 4, I woke up for toilet.

Then I came back.

I saw something amazing..

Dādāji’s lungi was open.

I can see his Uncut Hindu Cock which was 6 inch long, the grith was nearly 5 ” and foreskin was half open showing his red head from his Uncut Hindu Cock.

It covered with a lot of black hair and his balls were bigger too.

It made me crazy.

I hadn’t seen ever such the great incredible male assets.

I went near that, took that cute Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand that was limp then, yet still hard somewhat.

It was far bigger than my Hindu boy friend’s.

I smelled it.

The Hindu male fragrance was great.

Then I tasted the head.

It was Salty.

I opened the foreskin and took the full Hindu length in my beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

I felt it like a big lollipop.

By then, my grandpa got up.

“What are you doing? You worst girl. Sucking your Grandpa’s Hindu penis? Doing incest?” He scolded me.

I smiled boldly at him,

“You taste marvelous, Grandpa, even better than my Hindu boyfriend.”

“So you’ve tasted your Hindu boyfriend too?” His eyes became grave, “Do your Dādījān, Kħālidah and your Ammī, Farkħandah, know anything of it?”

“Why should they, darling?” I still smiled boldly, “I’m myself a big girl now. I’m 20. I can take care of myself, even legally.”

“I’m not your darling. I’m your Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54’s darling.”

“28? Darling of 54?” I laughed, “You just let me fuck you, idiot, and see what I have for you.”

“Hey, Sālī, you haven’t any right to call me ‘idiot’. Sālī, ‘kal ki laundiyā’, you call me ‘idiot’? I’m 60, 40 years more senior to you.”

“I don’t believe you.” I winked at him, “neither anyone does. We are calling your bluff now.”

“Who the idiots are ‘we’?”

“All the teen ager Musalmān Beauties who love you.”

“Why can’t you understand, I don’t enjoy you teen agers sexually, as I enjoy the mature Musalmān Beauties of my own age?”

Till now, I’d made Durgesh to forget his objection that I was his Musalmān granddaughter.

I was certainly not, moreover.

My Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl, 40, was not his real son.

Being the daughter of Aħmad Kamāl 40, how could I be Durgesh’s granddaughter.

Till now, he had got his full erection.

Allah, it was ten inches long and 5”grith.

I opened all my clothes and panty.

Why shouldn’t I?

I wanted to enjoy his great Uncut Hindu Penis, now most famous, most dreamed of, and most wanted Uncut Hindu Penis globally, into my newly adult, 20 year Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

I took his Uncut Hindu Penis in my extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth again.

Then I placed it, in my hairy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

I made Durgesh to play with my pubic hair.

He started fucking me.

I made him to fuck me.

It was not so difficult.

When a woman wants to get laid, it’s difficult for a man to safeguard himself from her.

They say, even Brahmarshi Vishvāmitr could not save himself from Ménkā.

I held his Uncut Hindu Penis in my right hand and started rubbing its stout Hindu head between the labial lips of my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Durgesh was so angry that he was not cooperating with me, at all.

I laughed.

I took his, now globally famous, Uncut Hindu Penis again, into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth and kissed, licked and sucked it to the extent that he had to cum into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth, eventually, ultimately.

I drank all his Hindu juices.

Then I made him to come over me and place his Uncut Hindu Cock head on my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

He placed his lips on miny.

I also made him to place his hands on my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs.

Then Durgesh slowly started entering me.

Allah, what a great rod!

What a great Hindu rod!

Even my Hindu boyfriend was defeated in every field.

He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu length.

He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu thickness.

He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu strength.

He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu hardness.

He inserted 1 ½” only, as my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy was too tight for his thickness.

I was not a virgin however.

He tried once more.

Its full Hindu length went in, and a crach sound came out from my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Allah, it was totally inside me now.

All the time I kept my eyes closed.

I was enjoying it immensely, even more than Durgesh was.

He invited me to open the eyes and hold his ball while he is fucking.

It was creating problem for him by hanging.

I did that.

I saw a brown Uncut Hindu Cock, with black hair, was fucking a white Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, with black hair too.

After 30 minutes, I had an orgasm.

Yet, it was only my first orgasm, out of so many I had subsequently.

Durgesh was still fucking me furiously.

He asked me to take some juice in my hand and taste it in my mouth like my Ammī.

I was startled and stunned.

Dumb founded too.

My Ammī?

Like my Ammī?

Allah, was Durgesh fucking my Ammījān, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl 39, 5’6”, 36-32-38, too?

Was she also enjoying this great Uncut Hindu Penis I’m enjoying now?

Durgesh came into me after 10 hours continuous non-stop fucking.

Allah, what a man!

What an exquisitely wonderful Hindu man!

He could fuck us entire Musalmān Beauties, I’m sure.

His Uncut Hindu Penis was extremely powerful.

His lust for fucking us Musalmān Beauties was, I’m sure, INFINITE.

I was fully exhausted under him.

I think everyone of us Musalmān Beauties must enjoy Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis, if she can’t always for some reason, at least once.

It’s the greatest bounty of Allah on us.

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ

‘Fabiayyi aalaai rabbikumaa tukazzibaani’

‘Which of the bounties of your Lord, then, will you deny?’

–Al Qur’an Al Majeed: 55 Ar-Rahmaan|72

I had multiple orgasms during the great marathon fucking of me.

How many?

I don’t know.

We both lay in the same condition.

Durgesh was still deepest into me.

He was playing with my nude beautiful 20year Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.

I was playing with his hair, loving him very much, kissing him on his Hindu lips.

I asked Durgesh when he fucked Ammījān.

He told me the mystery of my parents.

He said,

“Your Abbū can fuck somewhat, but his sperms lack Y chromosome. Like most of the Musalmīn and like the entire womankind, your Abbū has two X chromosomes, the women have.”

“What?” I jumped on the bed, but Durgesh pinned me there, fucking me again, vigorously.

“Calm down. You are an educated modern young Musalmān woman. You can understand this problem more than your parents could.”

“What do you want to say, darling?” I kissed Durgesh on his Hindu lips fondly.

“Al Taqdīs, do you know about ‘Durgesh Fareedah Global Clinics, global research centre’?”

“Only that it is one of your numerous research and business organizations.”

Durgesh smiled,

“I’m unable to understand, Al Taqdīs darling, why everyone thinks that an organization is mine, if I’m involved with it, only to some extent.”

“Because you are the most important person in that organization, even then.”

“Nonsense!”

“Why nonsense? Tell me only one organization where you are involved, even somewhat, and it’s not running with your ultimate support.”

Durgesh smiled,

“They need my support, but not my ultimate support.”

“Sorry, darling, but I simply don’t, and can’t, believe you.”

“Al Taqdīs!”

“Don’t think I’m a fool, because I’m only 20.”

“Oh!”

“Durgesh, perhaps you don’t realize that now you have crossed all the boundaries of religions, castes and creeds. Your success, in almost every field, is just incredible, yet TRUE.”

“What do you want to say?”

“My Grand Abbū, Muħammad Kamāl 56, in order to fight with you successfully, had met with Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah.”

“Oh!”

“He is the top personality against Hindus.”

“Yes,” I smiled, “I know.”

“Fortunately, my Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl 40, and I were also with my grand Abbū then.”

“I see.”

“I never saw any Musalmān leader, in so much praise for you, than Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah.”

“You are right.” I smiled, “He just goes crazy in praising me when he hears my name. He loves me after Allah and Rasool-e-Akram, Ħuzoor sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam.”

Iwanted to ask him why he was so happy when I talk about an Imām so against Hindus, but I felt ashamed of myself.

Perhaps it all was my fault.

I misunderstood both these great leaders.

But, perhaps it was not even my fault altogether.

It was the fault of my upbringing.

I was told that all the Hindus are always after Musalmān Beauties.

Hindus have always fucked us Musalmān Beauties on this or that pretext.

Their one point mission is to disgrace us Musalmeen ever, by fucking us Musalmān Beauties.

But, Durgesh is NOT disgracing anyone.

He is NOT after us Musalmān Beauties.

We Musalmān Beauties are after Durgesh.

All the cases where there was any Hindu Muslimahs sexual relationships, I’ve studied minutely.

No Hindu was after us Musalmān Beauties in all those cases.

Great surprise!

Isn’t it?

Hindus are not disgracing us Musalmān Beauties even a bit.

We Musalmān Beauties love Hindus because we want more sex, more respect, more freedom etc for us, than Musalmeen provide us usually.

I proceeded to my Hindu boy friend.

He only welcomed me.

Then how he was disgracing us Musalmeen?

Nonsense!

It’s all bloody politics.

Our politicians deceive us.

Our politicians deceive us.

Our politicians deceive us.

I was suddenly filled with a great political realization.

At my 20, I knew suddenly something that even my Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl at 40, and my grand Abbū, Muħammad Kamāl at 56, never succeeded to know.

Durgesh and Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah were NOT enemies of each other.

They were actually close friends, to the contrary.

Yes, Durgesh was living nude with the entire sixteen real sisters of Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah.

But it was NOT to disgrace Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah, neither to disgrace us Musalmeen.

Never.

It was on personal request from Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah himself.

Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah planned it, NOT Durgesh.

Then why we Musalmeen hate Durgesh for it?

Why we Musalmeen hate Durgesh for it?

Isn’t it blind communalism?

Why do we Musalmeen torture ourselves mentally for the things even we don’t know about completely?

Why do we Musalmeen torture ourselves mentally for the things even don’t concern us personally?

I hated Durgesh for living nude with sixteen Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Imāmzādīs, keeping them nude with him against their own wishes.

How did I know it was against their own wishes?

I surmised it.

I surmised it.

Allah!

Why did I think in that manner?

Why my thought process was so erroneous?

Again, due to my upbringing.

Erroneous upbringing, now I know.

Hindus are NOT our enemies, neither they ever were.

Durgesh was fucking me again savagely.

I was enjoying it immensely too.

Yet, my mind was realizing too many great facts, suddenly, one after another.

Al Taqdīs was going through a sudden chain of realizations and transformations.

Allah!

You are great.

Only you are great.

Lā ilāh illillah, Muhammadurrsoolallah!

Lā ilāh illillah, Muhammadurrrsoolallah!

Lā ilāh illillah, Muhammadurrsoolallah!

‘There isn’t any God, except Allah, Muhammd^s is his Prophet.’

‘There isn’t any God, except Allah, Muhammd^s is his Prophet.’

‘There isn’t any God, except Allah, Muhammd^s is his Prophet.’

I kissed Durgesh passionately on his Hindu lips.

Was Durgesh really Hindu?

Wasn’t Durgesh actually a great Musalmān, always defending the self-respect and honor of us Muslimahs and even of us Musalmeen?

Shouldn’t he be rewarded for it, instead being hated?

That’s what Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah claims about Durgesh,

“If Durgesh hadn’t cooperated with me, my sixteen nudist real sisters had disgraced me to the extent that I couldn’t have another option except to suicide. Durgesh saved my self-respect and honor, by living with them, as they love to live. He gave me his blood to save my life, as I tried to suicide.”

I was furious at Muħammad,

“Promise me you’d never do it again.”

“But, Durgesh—”

“Why do you want to punish your Ammī, Muħammad? She has only one son after sixteen continuous daughters.”

“My Bājīs are—”

“I’m not talking of your Bājīs. Let them, all the sixteen, go to hell.” I thundered at him, “I’m talking of your Ammī. Why do you, all the seventeen, want her to suicide out of immense shame?”

Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah was all-alert all of a sudden,

“Oh, so my great friend Durgesh is actually not my friend. He is in love with my great global actress Ammījān, my ‘Bājī Huzoor’? Yes, she is extremely beautiful even now. None believes she is the mother of seventeen children. Even her secretary has requested us not to address her ever as our Ammī in public. She wants us to call her ‘Bājī Ħuzoor’.”

I was suddenly surprisingly, serene,

“Nonsense! Are you crazy, Muħammad?”

“No. I’m not.” Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “but you are. What sexual pleasure can you get from a mother of seventeen children, idiot?”

“He is impressed and addicted by her fictitious grace, they advertise.” Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah’s eldest Bājī, Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah 28, ten years elder than me, laughed sarcastically.

I was suddenly filled with immense hatred and venom for her.

She was one of those sixteen who were responsible for the attempted suicide of my closest friend, Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah.

“If it were so, I had never hated you all the sixteen.”

“My foot. We damn care if the entire universe hates us.”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah said to me contemptuously, “You rejected me for that old woman? What can she give you? Do you care to tell me, idiot?”

“I never rejected you.”

“Then kiss me.”

“You are Muħammad’s Bājī, Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah;”I said contemptuously, “Try to behave for a change. Your younger brother, your only brother, has attempted suicide. You haven’t come here to make love to me. You’ve come here to take care of him.”

Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled,

“You are very infamous for fucking us extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties. They call you even Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam.”She laughed sarcastically, “I don’t think you deserve all these great titles. You are too cold.”

Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah looked away furiously,

“You said you were in haste, Bājī!”

Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah looked at her only younger brother, scornfully,

“Don’t worry, Muħammad, I won’t fuck your Hindu friend in front of you. He is too cold to deserve it.”

“Allah!”Muħammad Åbdullah groaned.

Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah suddenly grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and squeezed it,

“They say it’s always erect whenever near a Musalmān Beauty. I don’t find it’s so.”

“Leave it.” I said to her coldly.

Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled boldly and instead leaving it, she squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis once more.

She kept it holding.

“Bājī, please!” Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah cried out of intense shame, “I’m your younger brother. Why are you so horny whenever you find Durgesh with me?”

“Grow up, my dear child; I’m PhD in ‘Adult relations’. Never forget.”

I said scornfully,

“What a great subject you have chosen Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah, to obtain your PhD.”

“Of course, it’s a great subject, moron!”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled, “It can’t be a less great subject only because a moron, like you, can’t understand its greatness.”

“Leave my penis.”I shouted.

“They say it’s the wonderful, amazing, unique penis that extends from its 6” original length to its exact double, 12”, that thickens from it’s 3”c original thickness to its almost double 5”c.” Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah winked at me, “Let’s see if the rumors are really true.”

“Bājī,” Muħammad Åbdullah was all tears now, “You are killing your only brother. Durgesh, you saved me for this?”

“I saved my friend for me, not for his perverted sisters. Why are you feeling so ashamed of anything you can’t control? Why she is dearer to you than I am? It’s I who can’t bear losing you, Muħammad, not your sisters. It’s I who is fighting to save you, not your sisters. Why can’t you love me, in the way I love you? Why can’t you?”

“You can’t understand, Durgesh! You can never understand.” Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “You haven’t any sister. Your family men, all of them, without any exception, are Y chromosomed. And so you are, too.”

“Muħammad,” I said bitterly, “Sometimes, I thought, as compared to you, I was unlucky that I hadn’t any sister, and you have sixteen of them. But now, seeing your suicide attempt, I think I’m lucky that my ancestors are Y chromosomed.”

Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah said bitterly too,

“The trouble with you, males, is that you always see everything from your inept male viewpoint.”

“Bājī!” Muħammad Åbdullah groaned again.

She continued scornfully,

“You forget that we, women, are basically altogether different from you males. You’ve studied your needs, and have developed a male culture oriented to your male needs. You just remorselessly forget that the society does not consist of you males only. It has us females too.”

“Bājī! Please!”

“Let her finish, Muħammad.” I raised my right hand, suddenly interested, “Listen to her at least, even if you don’t agree with her.”

“Durgesh, you don’t know the facts. She’s a nudist.”Muħammad Åbdullah blurted out.

“Let me be a whore even, that I’m certainly not.”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah argued, “But, what do you want to say? A whore doesn’t have even a right to speak freely? She doesn’t have a right of speech even?”

“Bājī! Bājī!”Muħammad Åbdullah protested.

“I’m listening to her, Muħammad.” I said gravely, “We Hindus are basically democratic people. I’m not a Musalmān. I hate to be autocratic, or communal.”

“Islam was also democratic, primarily, Durgesh!”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled, now confident somewhat, “but as soon as, we Musalmeen lost our Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam, we were unfortunate enough to start to lose every virtue we learned from him, one by one.”

“Shame on you, Bājī!”Muħammad Åbdullah said, “We are Waħābīs. You are rejecting the sanctity of our Kħulfa-e-rāshidīn even, as Shiåās do. We are Sunnīs. We follow Sunnat-e-Rasoolullah^s.”

“I don’t think, Muħammad, that Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah is doing anything like that.”I contradicted Muħammad Åbdullah gravely, “She is talking of history only. It’s her interpretations of history. She has every right to interpret anything as she chooses fit.”

“It’s difficult for him to be liberal to the extent, Durgesh!”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled, “I said, we Musalmeen are unfortunate enough to start to lose every virtue we learned from him, one by one. I’m sorry to say, the first thing we lost in the process, was the absolute democracy we used to enjoy in the days of our Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam.”

“Bājī!” Muħammad Åbdullah protested.

“She is right, Muħammad.” I told him.

Muħammad Åbdullah was stunned.

He looked at me incredulously,

“You mean, we Musalmeen lost democracy, as soon as we lost our Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam?”

“Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah didn’t say democracy, Muħammad!” I said calmly, “she said ‘the absolute democracy Musalmeen used to enjoy in the days of Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam’.”

The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

She told the untold: Chapter 2

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