“Durgesh never doubted that it was the very thing we ourselves wanted?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn too smiled cunningly at her Musalmān husband.
“You have yourself watched the entire video in trimension, haven’t you? Decide yourself.”
“He still thinks our movement ‘Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah’ is only what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thinks it is?”
“Muħammad Kamāluddīn, You yourself have entered numerous affirmations and transmissions in between our videos and spread them everywhere as our porn videos. Haven’t we gotten positive results always?”
“Sure, if it weren’t so, we would have already abandoned this utopian scheme you Musalmān houseladies proposed.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always right, I told you.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn said triumphantly enthusiastically, “Our code Mecca Fataħ has worked with Al Ghausiyah Al Imtiyāz and it’s still working with us. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said it starts the time cycle of Mecca Fataħ once we announce it with Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock inside us.”
“Is it too Bījāxar now?” Muħammad Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly at his extremely beautiful wife.
“There, my dear husband, I’m sure, I can’t help you. I don’t know the Ultimate Science behind it they call Eīshān Vigyān.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was still lying on her back.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn, her husband was between her legs.
He was eating her dazzling Musalmān Cunt.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn couldn’t deny since Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was fucking Durgesh, her already dazzling Musalmān beauty was becoming more and more dazzling.
He didn’t know his aids was being cured or not.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advised him to lick his Musalmān houseladies’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and even their Musalmān ass after Durgesh fucked them.
“The entire Pseudo Musalmān terrorism is immensely against Islam, Muħammad Kamāluddīn.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had put her right palm on his head, “See yourself. Your entire mujāhidīn are now suffering from aids, cancer etc. ever incurable diseases. Only their own Musalmān houseladies can cure them if they fuck Durgesh and let them lick their orgasmic secretions from right their sexual organs.”*
I asked Al Jihad Al Vaqār again,
“What did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī do then?”
“He went down to Mexico and had a talk with a lawyer. The Mexican lawyer advised Al Nādir Al Ghāzī he could establish a residence by some sort of proxy. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says the Mexican lawyer made it sound pretty good. He got a Mexican divorce and we married afterwards in Mexico. We followed a procedure worked out by the Mexican lawyer. She seemed not only to know her business but also she was the best in this game.”
“What else is it?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār asked me contemptuously, “They have made marriage difficult and Live in Relationship easy. The damn fools are harming the very society they are there to protect.”
I agreed with her.
Since Friedrich Engels had written ‘The Origin of Family Private Property and the State’, the shallow thinkers were crazy to destroy family to destroy Private Property.
They forget that Communism has failed miserably politically everywhere only within Seventy-Two years of its coming into power.
In the ever-erroneous enthusiasm of destroying Private Property, Friedrich Engels had sown the seeds of destruction of family.
Friedrich Engels never understood the unique and irreplaceable function of family in human life.
Friedrich Engels’ theory that the humankind must destroy family to destroy Private Property to get rid of Corruption was only theory when it was proposed in 1884 AD.
It wasn’t practiced until then anywhere.
The people of the entire globe then, were so fed up of corruption dominant then everywhere that they agreed even to destroy the family to get rid of corruption.
However, it was the blunder actually they committed to get rid of their mistake.
They never realized it then and a lot of people don’t realize it even now, after more than a century even.
I asked gravely.
“And then what happened?”
“Well,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is worried about Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. In his opinion, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has suddenly turned bitter.”
“That’s right. The damn fool still doesn’t understand there isn’t anything suddenly as far as Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is concerned. She never loved Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. She was after his money ab initio.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is one of those self-deceiving men that love to live in dreams ever. They are always afraid of the cold and hard facts if they don’t support their ever utopian dreams.”
“But it’s immensely harmful to them, Durgesh.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shuddered.
“I agree with you. Yet, most of us mankind are crazy to get feminine appreciation.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled cunningly.
“Are you telling me? We womankind understand it very well and immensely use it to get what we want from mankind.”
“The stupids like Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never understand it. Moreover, if even they realize it ever, they adamantly refuse to accept it. They deliberately deceive themselves that even if it’s right, they are an exception.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was horrified.
“Allah, you understand it too, Durgesh? Now, I think I know why no woman could dominate you ever. You, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, you are the ever greatest psychologist I’ve ever met in my life.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched me scrutinizing.
Yet, she continued to say,
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wants a property settlement. She wants things that would completely ruin Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“That’s what Al Nādir Al Ghāzī should have thought of before marrying her.” I said curtly, “The women like Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb have always done the same things to their foolish husband in the entire history. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never took any lesson from history.”
“He thinks the money is everything. He never cared what a woman can do if he can have someone to defeat her with the power of his money.”
“That’s why Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb his mine in New Mexico and his media empire in Ved Nagar to you?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
“What do you think?”
“What do you want from me?”
“The media empire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has given to me is still not completely transferred to my name legally. The process is taking more time than I’d anticipated.”
“I want you to expedite the process and protect my interests in the meantime.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled at me seductively, “I’m one of your countless Musalmān lady friends that enjoy even the ultimate intimacy with you. Even if I’m not your Live in Relationship partner in your opinion…”
“That doesn’t make any difference. You said I’ve impregnated you,”
“There,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said gravely, “You promised me he’d be my son.”
“I won’t snatch away him from you ever, never worry. I’ve never snatched away any son of mine from his mother whether she lives with me, single, or with her duly married husband. Countless husbands think they have fathered their son from their duly married wives while actually I’ve fathered them. I never broke their illusion.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār put her arms around my neck.
Then she kissed me full on my lips.
“You don’t know what you’ve given to me. I can lick your feet for that proudly forever.”
“Nonsense, we are friends as you say, and friends are equal.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed me back.
I managed to fall on my back safely.
Immensely indebted, Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed me herself.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has married again. He thinks Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would never destroy him. I would never destroy him. He never imposed himself on either of us. He’d never be deceived. I hoped his Mexican divorce with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would be good. I wanted to find out something about it.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed herself too.
“I’ll look into his Mexican divorce. Where is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s first wife?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār straddled me.
She positioned my Uncut Hindu Cock between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and smiled at me mischievously.
“Want to fuck Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb too?”
“Why not? If she lets me.”
“She is here, in the city somewhere, but where? I don’t know. She telephoned Al Nādir Al Ghāzī from a pay station.”
“Pay station? Not from her mobile even?”
“She isn’t a fool enough to give Al Nādir Al Ghāzī any clue to her address.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has a lawyer?”
“She says she’s going to handle the property settlement by herself.”
“Doesn’t want to pay a lawyer’s fee?” I smiled.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was waiting for me to lift my waist up and enter her.
I myself was enjoying the game of mutual teasing now.
“No,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said having my Uncut Hindu Cock between her labial lips only, not even rubbing it there, “she’s smarter than any two lawyers in the country. Present company excepted, of course. The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bitch is damned clever. She was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s secretary before he married her. Moreover, believe me, my dear Hindu ‘husband’ of mine, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is one of those extraordinary actually smart women that certainly know their way around when it comes to business—an actually smart woman.”
“I see. By the way, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s present wife—was she down at your office last night?”
“I thought I saw a light up there,” I informed her gravely, “I was looking out of the window.”*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed herself on my rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
It entered her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
“I noticed light striking the upper landing of the fire escape. Your office is directly above mine.”
“That’s right.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “However, that isn’t anything unusual. My office is a media empire office. It’s open twenty four hours.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was engrossed in the document.
I advanced to the secretaire.
“I have perused the entire document once again, Durgesh.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī said gravely.
“I’ve too,” I said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hasn’t actually given his media empire to Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He has actually played a very clever game. He knew he couldn’t do what is required there. He got rid of it.”
“And challenged us in a way to do something to save it for Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He thinks even we can’t do anything.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb knows it?”
“I don’t think so. If she had she wouldn’t have playing the game she is playing now.”
“I love challenges, Al Hudā,”
“Are you telling me?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled, “I understand you now more. You never unsucceeded.”
“Until now,” I corrected her.
“Perhaps I have more faith in you than even you do have in yourself. We’ll again succeed, inshā’Allāh. I refuse to accept your correction.”
I hugged her, kissed and circled my arm around her slim waist.
“Thanks for boosting my morale.”
“You never did for yourself. You always did it for us Musalmān womankind. Didn’t you?”
I smiled patiently.
“Don’t get me wrong, Al Hudā. Womankind, yes. Yet, not always for Musalmān womankind only. I had to do it for my Brāhmañ wives too. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never cares to refer it in her speeches and talks. She tactically ignores it, to imply that I love you Musalmān Beauties only exclusively. Yet, it isn’t a fact, to be true exactly.”
“Nevertheless, mostly for us Musalmān Beauties, if not exclusively?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled looking at me anticipating my response in the affirmative.
“My Brāhmañ in laws are not as bad as my Musalmān in laws. The Brāhmañs were never militarized as Yazīd Malåūn and his bandit Mullahs and Maulavīs militarized the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“The Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs are luckier than us. Yet, how is it possible that Brāhmañs were never militarized if Lord Bhagvān Parashu Rām did his famous military campaigns against the Xatriýs, the descendants of the Bachhalyās twenty one times in twenty one Kalps, eras?”
“You are right. Sorry I forgot that.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
“You accept your mistakes immediately, don’t you?”
“The sooner we accept our mistake the sooner we are improved.”
“I’d try to remember it. I never admit I’m mistaken if I can manage it ever.”
“That’s nothing individual. Most of the humankind do it and delay their progress in evolution.”
I walked toward the elaborately carved French armchair resting next to the Noor Jahān fruitwood game table.
I settled in the armchair.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me admiringly yet with a concern somewhat.
She didn’t try to come to me and sit on my lap as she always did.
“Worrying?” I smiled.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is playing some deep game we don’t even have any suspicion of,”
“I never doubt your competence. Nevertheless, I’m not as optimistic of human beings as you are, Durgesh. Not even Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle is. He too criticizes you ruthlessly when he is filled against you to the brim,”
“I respect him.”
“You both have more faith in each other than in yourselves. The more Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle criticizes you openly for your ever impractical utopian humanity, the more his faith in you and your immense humanity increases.”
“He is an angel humanified.”
“Allah, you and your appreciation of him. No doubt Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Nafīsah Salmān Kħālājān can’t bear it ever.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī immediately entered in the subject.
“His Abbū was very much cautious when he instructed me to prepare the testament. He wanted you but you were too busy in defending the life of some framed ones that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Abbū himself couldn’t insist on you any more. He had to compromise on me on your assurance that you promise to guide me always if there come any circumstances that would obstacle the fulfillment of his wishes.”
I didn’t say anything.
She was only forewording what I wanted to discuss with her.
Originally, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was one of my countless Salhajs, the countless Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives of the brothers of my Musalmān Live in Relationship partners.
Like most of them, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī didn’t have any complaints against her husband.
Yet, our companionship of most hours did not let her not to notice the unique attributes I had more than his own husband.
She fought her best not to fall in love with me as the other women did.
Nevertheless, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī couldn’t succeed.
She confided with her husband.
“I have to confess you something, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad.”
“I think I know,”
“I’m not blind, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.”
“Sorry, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad. I failed to be your ever faithful wife.”
“I don’t think so,”
“If you were not faithful to me, you could have surrendered to your heart and emotions already before discussing it with me. I don’t blame you.”
“Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad,”
“That’s what I said when we decided to come here.”
“Sorry, I thought Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī were feeling herself lonely and I hadn’t any confidence on Kħadījah Muħammad.”
“Do you want divorce?”
“That’s the problem I want to discuss with you.”
“What do you propose about our daughters? Sorry, even if I prepare myself to separate from you, I am unable to imagine even how I can live without my children.”
“That’s the problem with me too.”
“Our eldest daughter is only ten years old now. The second one seven, the third is five, the fourth is two years only. She needs you very much.”
“They all need me. I can’t do anything irresponsible ever that affects their development adversely. They need both the mother and father for their proper psychological development.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī controlled herself ultimately.
“Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, left him the bulk of his estate. He provided a trust for his daughters, granddaughters and his entire Musalmān houseladies related to him in any way. He gave the title to one of his seven hundred eighty six homes in various Islamic and other countries, to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s stepmother, Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid. Of his public holdings, the real estate wonder owned half the stock that he passed to his son, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid, of course, owned the other half always.”
I didn’t say anything.
I let Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī brief me.
I didn’t tell her that I myself had perused the entire document carefully before starting to discuss it with her.
I wanted to listen to her own version of the gist of the testament.
The second opinion always eliminated most of the possibilities of the individual mistakes.
That’s why the Democracy is always preferred on Autocracy.
No dictatorship ever as succeeded in the entire history of humankind as Democracy.
That’s why India has such a long history successfully while the other cultures have kept to rise and collapse in their due course.
India is famous for its Gañs, democratic states, Panchāyats.
The Rudrgañ even in the ancient times.
Islam, the last version of Vedic Monotheist Hinduism, is also famous for its Saħābiyāt, Saħābah and the fact that Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never announced his replacement in the administration.
The Ummat-e-Muslimah decided her leader, Siddīq-e-Åāzam razī Allāhu Tålā ånahu.
“The other seven hundred eighty five homes went to Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s sisters, daughters and his other Musalmān houseladies. There were some token bequests. Mainly, minor shares in the TV channels, magazines and syndicate—to some of the old timers who have been in his employ for years. A dozen bequests to various distant relatives.”
“Yet, the rest to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I smiled, “The ranches—”
“Just about everything is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s. The mines in Ved Nagar, Utah and Nevada. Oil wells in Rajasthan India, in Oklahoma and Texas. The chain of markets in Ved Nagar. The Ved Nagar real estate. The Ved Nagar merchant ships. The art works, except for a few he left to the Ved Nagar Museum.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī chuckled mischievously.
“Why the chuckle?” I myself smiled impishly.
“Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled naughtily, “Even Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, the Real Estate Wonder, could not mention her in his will.”
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The green fabric of her shorts ripped at the seams as I pulled them down her thighs and past her knees to her ankles.
One more tug and they came apart in my hand like a prize.
A realization struck her, that this would not be either subtle or sexy.
Her husband’s friend, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, intended to rape her.
Yes, she herself started it.
She herself is doing it regularly, but…
“Durgesh, please stop. Don’t do this to me, Durgesh. I’ll do anything you want.”
She couldn’t see that this was exactly what I wanted, and her fighting only made it better.
She struggled and squirmed, her face flushed and her breathing became erratic.
I wanted her shirt off and needed to release her hands for a Moment.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn took that opportunity to scratch at my crazed eyes and pull at my hair.
She fought as if the devil possessed her.*
I smiled at Al Jihad Al Vaqār,
“Did it turn out good?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said,
“I think it was all right. Yet, the point is Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb went out to New Mexico to take care of her newly obtained mine, stayed at the mine for a while, then wrote Al Nādir Al Ghāzī she was going to Nevada to get a divorce. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was careless enough not to have any firsthand knowledge of her whereabouts. Then after a while, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī heard from Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb in a more or less roundabout way that she had a divorce.”
“A letter from Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled sardonically,
“Not from her. From one of their mutual friend.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has saved that letter?”
“That’s the problem. The damn fool never thought it was necessary.”
“Did Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb get a divorce in Reno?”
“I see. I won’t ask you why he acted so childish. He is a damn fool that never cared for his mines in New Mexico, neither he equally cared for the Media Empire he gave to you. Tell me the rest of it.”
“Well, he met me. I deliberately presented myself to him in such a way that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s face lit up with a fatuous smile. It seemed as if turning back the hands of clock for him. As if I had everything that he’d expected in Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb when he first married her. He even acknowledged to me he couldn’t believe his good fortune.”
“I know. You are a gem! You are a dream! Nevertheless, now let’s get on with it.”
“Well, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hadn’t bothered about records before but after he met me, he wanted to be sure he was free. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wrote to Reno and tried to find records of his wife’s divorce. There weren’t any.”*
I wasn’t large, yet at my fifty-five years old then, I was far stronger and furiously determined.
“It’s go-time!” I said furiously, “You are doing this to me every night. That is never wrong for you. But once I start it myself…”
I had envisioned slowly undressing her and gently kissing every sexy inch of my prize but a new plan was called for.
She continued to beat on me with open palms and tried to drive her knees between my legs.
She did not intend to give in.
She would not lift her butt or surrender her dignity but the energy was quickly draining from her.
I reached behind Åāliyah Kamāluddīn and took her undies in my hand.
One firm tug and they shredded, only one pink cotton strand clung by the elastic around her left thigh.
The tearing sound froze her and when she saw the frayed panties and her exposed pubic hair, the resolve began to ebb.
This gave me the last advantage I would need.
I flipped her onto her stomach and climbed astride her upper thighs.
Her arms were now pinned under her body and her legs were in no position to kick anymore.
The idea that the flailing, captive vixen at my mercy was my friend’s lovely wife that fucked me herself astride on me, for her own husband that sold those videos of his own Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife with me, engorged my Uncut Hindu Cock to the bursting point.
I could hammer nails with my Hindu stiffness.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was fully inflamed and my proud and confident smile was ear-to-ear.
I took pleasure in grasping her collar and ripping the lightweight blouse completely off her back.
The pink bra was unsnapped deftly, in a maneuver practiced often with her laundry.
With her shirt in tatters, it seemed her overpowering was complete.
Her back was bare, warm and moist, with long red streaks a reminder of the struggle.
The remnants of her shirtsleeves still covering her upper arms, the bra lay useless as her breasts were smashed into the cushions.
Only the sides of her well-rounded Musalmān boobs could be seen, flattened underneath her.
I tugged off my own sweats and she barely moved.
As she slowly formed the image of her husband’s ever dominant Hindu friend sitting on her beautiful naked Musalmān body, strumming my fingers down her back and making lewd, disgusting comments on her exquisite Musalmān torso, she lost all will to continue.
Oddly, a feeling overtook her.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn could feel a tingle deep inside as I slobbered kisses down her spine.
She noticed an unmistakable wave building in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān loins as I reached under her to squeeze her tits.
And her heartbeat picked-up once more when she felt my handsome Hindu hands cup the cheeks of her rear-end, then suddenly I cracked my hand across her beautiful Musalmān butt and the shriek she let out was as much pleasure as shock.
One more sex provoking delicious Hindu slap on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī chubby perfect round firm ardent Musalmān ass and my palm rubbing her beautiful Musalmān mounds made the seduction total.
At this, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn turned her head to reveal a tear-streaked cheek.
She herself fucked me daily for her pimp husband and enjoyed it very much, but when I was trying to fuck her for myself, she was acting as if I was raping an immensely shauharparast, immensely loyal Musalmān wife.
Her dark hair, now sweaty, was lying damp across her forehead, neck and back.
Her beautiful Musalmān body was warm and wet from the exertion and her insides were warm from a foreboding of what was to come.
She feebly whispered,
“Why Durgesh, why me? What are you going to do?”
I was exhausted, but these questions only re-sparked my passion.
The struggle done, I took a Moment to survey my conquest.
My wimp and pimp Pseudo Musalmān friend’s beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, lay entirely at my command.
Pleading, sweating, and enticingly available to my desires.
My Uncut Hindu Cock swelled to amazing proportions.
One more slap to her moist Musalmān ass and I let out a merciless, yet still sophisticated triumphant smile.
“Durgesh, please?” She futilely gave it one more shot. “What are you doing?”
She was utterly under my control and her emotions seemed comforted and content with that.
Now was the time for me to announce my intentions.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, I guess I can call you Åāliyah Kamāluddīn since I’m running my fingers along your pussy lips.”
At this, she trembled and was about to speak but I cut her off.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, I’m gonna fuck you tonight, a lot. In fact, I’m gonna fuck you every day and night from now on. No problem. Isn’t it? Because that’s what you yourself were doing daily with me. Weren’t you?”
The shock of those words sent a shiver straight through her, but also aroused a very awkward sensation inside her.
How could her body betray her like this?
Did she want to be raped?
Was it rape if somehow it excited her so much?
“Durgesh, I, I don’t know about this.”
“You’ll do well to listen and obey. What you were doing clandestinely for your bloody Pseudo Musalmān husband, must come out now in the open. You have fucked me until now too much, now it’s my turn to fuck you from now on.”
With one more slap on her reddening backside, the party was about to begin.
My alter-ego was born, and for me, that meant “sex-master.”
I grabbed a big handful of her thick, black locks, and jammed an elbow into the small of her back to arch it, for my approach.
With no further talk or fuss, my huge Uncut Hindu Cock started pushing at the lips of her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
It was now all too real.
She thought maybe she could keep her legs together or squeeze her hips, but again, the fighting just energized me.
Thrusting hard, I was able to wedge my Uncut Hindu Cock into her tight extremely attractive enormously inviting Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy and then the devastation was complete.
I was pleasantly thrilled to find her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy slick and gripping my Hindu meat like a fist wrapped around it.
She was amazed at the same sensation and found herself working to push back on my Uncut Hindu Cock in rhythm with me.
“Durgesh no, this is wrong. This is forbidden in Islam, Durgesh.”
She felt as if she said that to deceive herself because she was obviously starting to enjoy the feeling and realize that her entire life had been as a submissive, so why not her sex-life, too.
She squeaked once more,
“Stop, Durgesh, stop.”
Nevertheless, she hardly believed herself.
I was in total control and we both wanted it that way.
“I’m gonna fuck you good, you little Musalmān bitch. So take my Uncut Hindu Cock in your hot, horny ardent Musalmān twat and make me feel good.”
“Durgesh, please. I’m not a bitch. I’m your friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, your Bhābhījān,n,.” The words excited her all the more.
“You’re my bitch, now! My fuck-toy to play with whenever I want.
The rage was controlled and voice stayed calm and commanding.
I slid a cushion under her belly so that her sweet inviting cheeks were propped-up, as if on a serving-platter.
And the pounding started in earnest.
“Take that Uncut Hindu Cock, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn. How does that feel in your little extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy?” My lust was running wild and there was no one to stop me.
And though I didn’t see it, her fantasies were coming to the force also.
I noticed she was still bucking hard but not trying to throw me off.
I could sense the change coming over her.
Now she herself wanted me to rape her.
Let the new video tell everyone it wasn’t one side activity.
I reached under her to cup each breast and tugged greedily at them, rolling tI nipples in my fingers and pinching them hard.
With a few more long Hindu thrusts in her hot Musalmān twat, I pulled her hair again so that I could see her big brown eyes.
“You love this, don’t you bitch?”
“I’m not a bitch.”
“You love it. And you love my thick Uncut Hindu Cock. Huh, bitch. Say it, tell me you’re my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bitch and you love my Uncut Hindu Cock into your ravenous Musalmān Cunt because your wimp Musalmān husband could never satisfy you as you needed tremendously.”
She saw now she was losing hopelessly, helplessly.
The excitement was real.
Her own female Musalmān lust was roiling up to the surface and she could feel an orgasm welling-up.
Not just an orgasm but an ORGASM.
“All right!, Durgesh, I love your Uncut Hindu Cock into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, is that enough?”
One more firm smack on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī chubby perfect round firm ardent Musalmān ass told her it wasn’t.
“Answer me correctly, bitch!” My Hindu thrusts increased in power with each syllable.
Her will was worn down.
Her immensely beautiful Musalmān body slumped in total defeat.
And she felt one more crack across her bottom.
“Not fast enough!”
“Yes Durgesh, I love your Uncut Hindu Cock,” she moaned in a breathy, throaty voice. “Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān bitch loves your unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock into her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.”
This soothed my tantrum for the Moment but did not stop the plunder.
I banged her harder, thrusting my rock-solid Hindu member between her inner Musalmān lips and strove to sink it deep in her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
Furiously I pounded, tugging on her tits as if they would come off, yanking her black mane croaking in her ear.
“You’re my whore now, and I will use your sweet extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy all day and night long. Take my Uncut Hindu Cock, bitch. I feel you shaking, I hear you moaning and your extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy is soaking my Uncut Hindu Cock. You need to be fucked by me and I’m going to fuck you, good.”
The tension was building in us both.
The climax was imminent.
“Durgesh,” using my nickname for the first time, ever. Please don’t cum into me.”
She didn’t say don’t cum.
And her mind wondered at that.
And it didn’t really matter as she had her tubes tied years ago.
So why say it?
She knew why, and now she knew she had to say it.
“Durgesh, I want to taste you. I want to taste your Hindu cum and feel your Hindu warmth in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth. I’m begging you, Durgesh. Cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.”
Her world turned upside down, literally.
In two seconds, her gaping extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy was empty and I had hold of her ears.
My enormous Hindu rod was pressing between her soft pink Musalmān lips and she could taste her own vaginal Musalmān juices on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her hips heaved and shook so violently that she could not keep my Hindu meat in her mouth.
I entered into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt again and shot streams of my Hindu cum in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān depths endlessly.
Long, sticky rivulets of my Hindu cum oozed ultimately from her Musalmān Cunt, overflowing.
For the first time, she laughed, as she felt the warm liquid inside her.
She scooped some of the mess off with her fingers herself.
She even surprised me by taking her fingers in her mouth and lewdly licking each one dry.
She the scooped more of it herself and swallowed that, too.
“I told you I wanted to taste you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!” She smiled at me gratefully now, sweetly.
When she lowered her head and cupped her boobs in her hand, I was floored.
Her pink tongue lasciviously darted out to her nipples and cleaned-up all the semen she could reach that fell there when I took my Uncut Hindu Penis from her mouth and entered her Musalmān Cunt again.
My Uncut Hindu Cock sprang instantly to attention, once more and Åāliyah Kamāluddīn laid back with her long legs invitingly open.
“C’mon, now. Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān bitch is ready for action. Fuck me now, fuck me tonight and every day from now on.” She understood her world, now and things were about to change.*
I wasn’t surprised.
“No record?” I asked Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
“No record.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said.
“Well,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said contemptuously, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had acted on the assumption, of course, that there had been a divorce in Reno, particularly after receiving that letter from their mutual friend about Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s divorce.”
“What did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī do?”
“He says he had naturally acted on the assumption that he was a free man and…”
“What did he do?” I repeated my question curtly.
“He says he had gone pretty damn far by the time he found out that there was some question about his Reno divorce. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī still thought that there was a divorce, all right, but that the records were missing or something.”
“Idiot, never confirmed whether there was any divorce actually or even nothing like that?”
“He was so obsessed with you?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled cunningly.
“What do you think? I am not that much beautiful?”*
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was recovering on the couch.
She must have passed-out for a short while or had just awaken from a terrible nightmare.
No such luck.
As her eyes focused, she saw her husband’s friend Durgesh, kneeling onto her, between her legs.
Alternately, I was rubbing her trimmed bush and sliding my long, bony Uncut Hindu Cock into her sore, wet extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn worked to analyze what and why this all took place.
Her husband’s friend was laughing triumphantly sweetly, yet calling her my “cum-slave” and “fuck-toy.”
Her butt was sore from the spankings I had administered and there was an unmistakable taste of my Hindu cum in her Musalmān throat.
Even my Hindu semen was drying on her smooth Musalmān thighs.
Durgesh, her husband’s fifty five year old enormously handsome Hindu friend, was naked.
My breathing hard and my dark hair disheveled.
My skin was flushed and sweaty, but it was my Uncut Hindu Cock that caught her attention.
Standing straight-out 8-9 inches and impossibly thick she had the curious impression that she could not have ever taken such a monster in either her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt or her mouth.
In her fantasies, it was always a huge Uncut Hindu Cock she craved.
And in her night-stand she kept a big rubber dildo that she rubbed against both sets of lips.
Her husband was over ethical.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn never had another option.
She herself never liked it.
Yet, what the hell else could Åāliyah Kamāluddīn do?
But now, the very real, very enormous Uncut Hindu Cock belonging to her Musalmān husband’s Anant Muslimātchod Hindu friend, was eliciting emotions in her body that should not be there.
She tried to recreate in her mind, what exactly had happened.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had been playfully spanked by her Musalmān husband too, but never had her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī chubby perfect round firm ardent Musalmān ass been smacked so hard and so often that she needed to keep the pressure on her hips instead of her butt.
And though she had pleased her husband sometimes with her mouth too, no one had ever been allowed to finish inside her.
But, now Durgesh was fucking her and calling her names that she had never imagined.
And for some bewildering reason, fluids were running down her thighs, her nipples stood erect to the touch, aching to be squeezed, and each nasty name set off sparks in her mind.
“Can this really be my husband’s ‘friend’?”
“Good, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, You’re awake”, I started.
No longer bothering to call her “Åāliyah Kamāluddīn Bhābhījān.”
“I think you came so hard the last time, that you passed-out. Now that you understand the new rules, let’s start lesson #2.”
I stroked my thick Hindu meat as if it was a trophy and slapped it sharply against her beautiful Musalmān chin and cheeks.
My mind now flush with power and excitement.
“What lesson, what rules?…please Durgesh?” She slithered towards the back of the couch but this served no purpose.
I grabbed a handful of her jet-black hair in my strong hand and twisted her head back so that Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was staring up at me as I hovered over her.
“Lesson #2 bitch, suck my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls and beg me to give you my Hindu seed.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn nearly swooned.
She attempted to clamp her teeth shut and close her moist dark eyes.
One swift slap across her cheek ended that brief show of resistance.
“Do you need more discipline or are you ready to proceed?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn saw clearly now that her life has been one continuous stream of orders given and meek submission; her husband, her boss and now suddenly, her husband’s friend.
Men used her body literally or figuratively.
This time though, things seemed a bit different.
Her body and soul had been empty for so long, and she had only been going through the motions.
It felt good to have a man issue orders to her, again.
However, the Hindu angel of her subconscious nagged at her, still.
“This is forbidden in Islam,” she struggled with the thought. “My husband’s Hindu friend fucked me, and now wants me… no, demands, that I suck his swollen Uncut Hindu Cock and beg for the pleasure of it.”
She sensed me gripping her ears and positioning my fleshy beast at her lips.
Her surrender was now total.
The wave of anticipation building in her was like a volcano.
My bulging Uncut Hindu Penis slid roughly into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was amazed at the sensation she experienced here and between her legs.
I started gently but it was not long until the pumping increased and I grasped her shoulders to gain leverage.
“Open wider, I’m gonna fuck your beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth like a whore and give you a load of my Hindu sweetness.”
She knew I expected her to swallow, but she couldn’t.
The gagging and choking forced my Uncut Hindu Cock out and in my wrath, I directed a long stream of jism into her lovely Musalmān Cunt again. The salty ropes of my Hindu cum sprayed into her Musalmān Cunt and splashed into her immense Musalmān depths.
Thick gobs of milky Hindu semen slowly oozed out her Musalmān Cunt overflowing from it ultimately, and clung in long strands from her thighs.
I milked my tool and squirted still more cum into Åāliyah Kamāluddīn‘s Musalmān Cunt.
When my Uncut Hindu Cock grew soft, I smiled triumphantly,
“Now clean me off and suck me ’till I’m hard again. Put a nice shine on it, I want you to keep my Uncut Hindu Cock hard and warm.”
Once more, My long, thick Hindu member snaked its way down her throat.
‘Why am I so excited? How can I be so thrilled to be forcibly raped by my own husband’s Hindu friend? I’ve had fantasies of being held down, and in dreams I’ve been called whore and bitch…but forbidden and rape should not get me so wet!’
My Uncut Hindu Cock grew amazingly large again, the bulbous head and straining veins looked unreal as it plunged into her like a piston, her saliva smoothing and greasing its path.
She took a deep breath and resigned herself to her fate.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn wrapped her hand around my enormous Uncut Hindu Cock and worked her fingers up the length of my shaft.
My Uncut Hindu Cock glistened with her spit and her long fingers, the pink nails shiny from cum, worked furiously to pump more semen from the tip.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, tell me what you want, and do it correctly.”
With a deep sigh and in a little-girl voice, she replied,
“Please Durgesh, fill me up, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān bitch wants you to fuck her and let her pleasure you in any way you choose.”
It was impossible to tell who was getting the most excited but certainly Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was near orgasm and she was in dreamland.
I yanked her from the couch and on to her knees.
“Show me what you’ve learned, you horny slut.”
With just the slightest hesitation, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn stroked my blood engorged tool, the purple knob throbbing.
She greedily sucked it into her mouth and slurped it hungrily down.
She loved the rough Hindu skin sliding in and out.
She loved the sensation of this huge Uncut Hindu prick pounding the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān throat.
And she loved that she could give a man, even this particular man, her husband’s friend, such an amazing feeling.
A switch was thrown.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was now a sub.
Secure in that knowledge, she let her husband’s friend’s Uncut Hindu Cock pop out of her lewd Musalmān mouth.
Her pink lipstick was smeared all over her face.
Cum was drying on her thighs.
The image drove her passion, she felt invigorated and wanted this feeling to go on forever.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was still pumping my big Uncut Hindu Cock in her petite hands.
She rose to her feet and led me by my Uncut Hindu Cock to the side of the sofa.
She leaned over the armrest and placed one hand between her legs.
She slowly played with her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy lips and slipped my Uncut Hindu Cock herself into her warm Musalmān gash.
Her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy made a sound both erotic and nasty.
My Uncut Hindu Cock made a sloppy noise and she guided my stiff pecker with her free hand.
As it pressed against her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt again, we both felt the head enter with very little effort.
“Please Durgesh, fuck my tight little Musalmān twat, and make me your bitch. I need to be fucked and I want you to treat me, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, like the dirty little whore that I am.”
I explored deep inside her steaming extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
As I squirted another blast against her inner Musalmān walls, I emitted a deep groan and shuttered mightily.
She shook so hard that she needed to hold the couch for support, her legs buckling beneath her.
Our ashvinātam orgasms together were drowned-out by our combined ashvinātam moans.
I wrapped my long arms around her waist and reached up to grab her heavy, swaying Musalmān breasts.
I continued to pump her hot Musalmān snatch and she thrust her meaty Musalmān backside in rhythm with my constant Hindu pounding.
Both of us were sweating and gasping for air as we collapsed onto the thick oriental carpet.
I lay spread-eagled on the floor and Åāliyah Kamāluddīn lay on me, her face downwards, having my Uncut Hindu Cock still buried deepest into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn herself started to fuck me now straddling me, shamelessly.
Well, it wasn’t anything new however.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had already fucked me thus for a long time.
Only Durgesh wasn’t awake then.
Or, was Durgesh awake then too?
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sat back in the green swivel chair and contemplated her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, across her favorite desk.
Her Abbū had a dream to be the Mustafa Kemal Atatürk of entire Islamic World.
But whereas Mustafa Kemal Atatürk was practical, her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was utopian more than practical.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could not understand that the Musalmīn were never democratic practically except when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and Kħulfa-e-Rāshidīn were alive.
Maybe Abū Sufyān had embraced Islam ultimately sincerely after the victory of Mecca.
Yet, his ‘crown prince’, his Walī Åhad, Ħazrat Muåāwiyah bin Abū Sufyān, never forgot he was the crown prince of Mecca before Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam conquered Mecca.
He was never democratic, nor as sincere to Islam as Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd, Saifullah, razī Allāhu Tålā ånahu.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was almost always in a state of high enthusiasm.
He had congratulated his daughter profusely, abundantly.
She had fulfilled his dream in Saudi Arabia.
Even her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, had ignored that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had revenged her for betraying her father.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never listened to her Ammī.
Nafīsah Salmān always tried to explain to her daughter,
“Your Abbū is a bloody terrorist. He is a munāfiq, a Pseudo Musalmān. I punished him for his munāfiqat, his pseudo Īmān.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sarcastically.
“And I punished you for your insincerity to my Abbū as his wife. I can please Durgesh more, sexually, than you can. I’ve successfully replaced you in his life.”
“Because you are thirty two years younger than Durgesh?” Nafīsah Salmān, her Ammī, had smiled cunningly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan realized once again she owed her cunningness to her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, she detested so much.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, wasn’t cunning at all.
He was a utopian idealist Musalmān.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s utmost close sister.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was happy that Tawaħīd Bājī was too not less cunning than herself or their Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.
What a great Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, had.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could not deny her own immense Musalmān beauty was due to her Ammī’s incredible eternal Musalmān beauty.
Nafīsah Salmān knew very well how to maintain her magical magnificent figure.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had congratulated her younger sister too.
She had happily recounted the details of her airplane trip down from Ved Nagar, accompanied by the Secret Service commando who had shown at Ålīgarh Muslim University a week ago.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had reported proudly that every passenger aboard was absorbed in a newspaper or weekly magazine filled with pictures of Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had recounted the excitement of her ride in the President House limousine too, of the photographers who had surrounded her outside the Al Ajm lobby, of her rescue.
Momentarily muted by her first visit to the Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Office, Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had then wanted to know everything about it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan happily led her Tawaħīd Bājī on a tour of the Presidential House, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Manzil, pointing out the historical curiosities about which Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had learned and dreamed of ever since she understood why Durgesh was so loved and so admired by even his enemies.
Even Durgesh’s enemies wanted to be what Durgesh was today.
Yet they only wanted to be Durgesh.
It was their fantasy only.
They only fantasized to be Durgesh.
They never were serious about it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was serious about it.
She studied gravely, deeply, profoundly, what Durgesh always cared for and his opponents never did, even though they were always jealous of Durgesh.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan always watched Durgesh fucking her eternally beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.
She wanted to know what her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, lacked and Durgesh doesn’t that her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, left her Abbū for Durgesh.
She found Durgesh loved animal wild sex similarly as her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, did.
Her Abbū hated animal wild sex.
It was the first reason her eternally beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, preferred Durgesh on her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
When having sex with each other, her eternally beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, and Durgesh, both were not even human.
They were entirely unashamed beasts, surrendered to their ever wild animal lust, without caring anything else whatsoever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could not believe her otherwise ever sophisticated Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, was so horniest the female beast.
Durgesh was so horniest male beast.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan decided to have Durgesh for herself too.
Yes, Durgesh was thirty two years elder to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam were also even far more elder than Ummil Mominīn, Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah, razī Allāhu Tålā ånahā.
She was surprised by my firm tone, but always welcomed our conversations.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, we need to talk!”
For over ten year now it was just Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, her fifty five years old Hindu friend of her husband, Durgesh, and her nineteen-year old daughter Sādiyah Raħīm.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was near forty now, a homebody, and still in pleasing shape.
Her tresses were raven black, only her hair-dresser knew for sure… Her ample bosom hadn’t sagged even a little.
Even forty years couldn’t do that.
Her skin showed no signs of age.
She could still turn heads if she wanted to.
I had not seen my friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, in anything form-flattering since the old man, my friend, Muħammad Raħīm, was around.
At home she always wore a bra under her frumpy, baggy sweats.
Mostly green, or on a daring day, for her, I sometimes caught a glimpse of a black strap and once even, a red bra.
Though I thought that might have been Sādiyah Raħīm’s on a laundry day.
An occasional glimpse of the beautiful Musalmān cleavage showed the wear of four decades on a full exquisite female Musalmān figure.
Her chest never revealed even some wrinkles and the natural effects of gravity on a well-endowed Musalmān woman.
Her legs were nicely muscled, as she had never been taught to drive, so biking and walking had served her well.
And either by design or comfort, she often wore very skimpy, tight shorts in her garden or for her daily runs or rides.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn sometimes got wolf-calls and whistles from bold Hindus and she could truly catch my eye when she leaned over the handle bars and peddled swiftly.
The pumping motion often made me wish that her swaying Musalmān breasts would one day spill over the top of her almost transparent bra.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had been a middle-management secretary back in the day.
Schlepping, filing and pleasing a typical ladder-climbing idiot of a boss.
She worked overtime and through lunch, and ordered her own flowers for “appreciation day.”
After closing a big deal, the boss would escort her to a hotel lounge for a single appletini and offer a snide jab that her career would advance quicker if she spent more time under my desk than in front of it.
The crude sexual remarks elicited only a smirk.
She sometimes daydreamed that if my remarks were sincere or even clever, she would drag me into the elevator and up to one of the luxury suites on the upper floors.
She once joked that they could settle a sexual harassment suit out of court.
Her boss merely smiled, drained his glass and scanned the room for younger talent.
For the past ten years, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had become a stay at home Ammī for her children.
She cooked, cleaned and cared for kids while nearly abandoning her own identity.
I was, beside the Mayor of Ved Nagar, a web designer and programmer.
I spent countless hours online and on porn sites to know how to make and use them positively.
I dreamed-up various positive scenarios on my laptop, with every fantasy woman from Xena to the Flying Nun.
After trolling internet spank-sites into the early morning, I would “run one off” and then hunker down for another day.
I had never been a jock.
Though my upscale, early life had afforded me rich-man privileges. I surfed the Pacific off the shore of their Malibu beach house.
I took riding lessons and belonged to a posh club.
This however was long ago.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn’s wealthy husband had left them with nothing but bills.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn won custody of a beachfront home they could not afford and platinum cards that served only as anchors.
In came the dot.com.
Boom and soon, my dexterity with a mouse came as a saving grace.
I was soon able to pay down the family debt and transfer Sādiyah Raħīm from a community college to a “big-name” Pac-10 school.
Their life was suddenly golden and the family adored me.
I was classically handsome in this “Hollywood” town.
With dark hair and warm black eyes I always got an offer or a look, every now and then.
When I sat my friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, down for our “talk”, I had already steeled my nerves with a little juice and had worked my diabolical scheme online for weeks.
In my mind, all my money went into this home and to Sādiyah Raħīm and Åāliyah Kamāluddīn.
I believed I could easily be on my own, living the high-life.
Instead, every day was a round-up of shopping-lists, utility bills, school work and more.
The beach-bunnies and bachelor-pad were nowhere to be found and it was time someone paid.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn,” I began, “it’s time for some changes. You and Sādiyah Raħīm have to start doing more around here.”
“Well of course Durgesh, you are the breadwinner and we would do anything to help out. What can I do for you, dear? Anything we can do to help, you just ask.” This was the only way Åāliyah Kamāluddīn knew how to answer.
She sat pleasantly on the couch, in shorts and a thin blouse.
Dark, full black locks framed her face and lay gently on her shoulders.
Her family was European Årabian and they all inherited the shiny, black hair and olive complexion.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn seldom wore makeup at home, and that only lipstick and liner to high-light her big, doey eyes.
She was content to remain invisible and anonymous.
Her hands were folded delicately in her lap, her long fingers intertwined.
Light-green shorts riding up her thighs and stretching tightly across her wide hips.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn’s tanned legs showed her toned calves and thick quads.
And her bare legs were crossed at the ankles with one canvas sandal precariously balanced on the toes of her right foot.
These Åāliyah Kamāluddīn-Durgesh talks always lifted her spirits.
She sat her teacup on the inlaid coffee table and scooted to the edge of the sofa.
She looked directly into my eyes.
It was good to see me taking charge of a situation and she was pleased to see me assert myself more.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had taken on the role of the facilitator and always tried to ease family friction.
No sense beating around the bush.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, frankly I’m horny. I’m not getting enough sex in this home, and I want to make some changes, here.”
She was surprised at that, naturally.
And coming from her husband’s ever best friend, even if I was the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
She wasn’t sure what I was trying to say.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn,” I tried again, “I’m going to change the dynamics here.”
She was thoroughly confused, shifting her position, and taking on a look of concern.
She tried her best to discern my intent.
“Do you mean you need more privacy, or that you want to have more beautiful Musalmān girlfriends over? Would you like us to stay out of the way on certain nights? You want to have sex. That’s fine, you’re a Hindu, I understand.”
This just tended to infuriate me.
And now anger was increasing moreover.
“Yes, sex, that’s it. In this house. And whenever I want it. And it starts tonight!”
My face reddening as I rose and paced the room ominously.
My ego grew with each repressed desire.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was flustered and not quite comprehending.
“Durgesh, it’s late, Sādiyah Raħīm’s staying with a friend and I can make myself scarce. Let me gather a few things and I’ll ride over to my friend, Lailā’s.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn rose to leave and as she tried to pass, I grabbed her wrist and said,
“You don’t get it, do you? I want sex. I want it, now. And I want it from you.” I blurted it out and liked the way it sounded.
Then I roughly pulled her back onto the couch.
She was just catching up with my last words, ..
“I want it from you.”
Her beautiful dark, brown eyes grew wide. “Durgesh, are you crazy? I’m your friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, your Bhābhījān!”
Beads of sweat appeared at her temples and her heart-rate soared.
I sat on top of her to plant her in her place.
Her head started thrashing wildly, her ebon locks clinging to her face and loose strands flying in all directions.
Her strong gams kicked at me as her sandals flew across the living room.
Her grunts of exertion were working like a tonic on my conception of things and she felt my Hindu manhood begin to swell.
The thrill of the hunt was always better than the trophy!
I pushed her sweaty, disheveled excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body into the cushions and figured my next move.
It was now or never and I had already gone too far to stop.
Her protests increased verbally and physically as her resistance started.
Allah, Allah, Nooooooooooooooo!
Yes, she had lost her mind while flirting with Durgesh.
But not sex!
She teased Durgesh, seduced Durgesh, but it was only a tease.
She wasn’t prepared even to have sex with the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
She shrieked in my face and tried to heave me off her.
I was sitting on her belly, my left hand clasping both her wrists and my right hand violently yanking her shorts down her legs.
“You grab my Uncut Hindu Penis every now and then, don’t you? You play with it and suck it every night when you think it’s safe and I’m sound asleep. You even undress me yourself then, undress yourself too, straddle me and fuck me almost entire night. Don’t you?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was dumbfounded.
“You, you were never asleep? You, you were always wide-awake?”
“What do you think? Aren’t you one of the utmost beautiful Musalmān wives my Musalmān friends have and always crazy for me? You are already enjoying the ultimate pleasure with me, while I always suppress my feelings for you.”
“I, I’m sorry. I was fed up, frustrated actually.”
“What the hell do you mean, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn?”
“I needed such videos to show to my husband.”
I was startled.
“He always refuses me to straddle him. He doesn’t have sex with me properly. I boasted to him that even you let me straddle yourself. He didn’t believe and laughed at me.”
“Your ever righteous Musalmān friend challenged me to make our videos and show them to him, if you really allow me to straddle you.”
“And you did it? Are you crazy?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn blazed at me suddenly,
“Shut up, you damn fool. Every Musalmān houselady that’s beautiful, is crazy for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Not me aloneeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”*
I watched her incredulously.
“So, you prepared our videos yourself and gave him?”
“It wasn’t necessary.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn said disinterested, “I only had to agree. He himself made entire arrangements.”
“And do you know what he is doing with those videos of us? He is using them to make our adult movies. You are now a wonderful, one of the utmost successful porn stars, with me.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn wasn’t startled.
She wasn’t dumbfounded.
Instead, she smiled cunningly.
“And my husband himself is doing it?”
“That’s what I wanted.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly.
“I told him he is a pimp, not any sophisticated person. And now he himself has proved it.”
“Are you crazy? He is selling our porn videos.”
“He isn’t alone,”
“What do you mean?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has made Pseudo Musalmīn either to surrender to their cuckolding to their beautiful Musalmān womankind and you, or leave Modern Democratic Årabia and live the vagabond life of a refugee.”
“That’s the exact punishment the terrorists, criminal and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn deserve. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has decided even not let them unite anywhere. Their unity has always proved harmful to humanity.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right, but…”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn mused.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always right.”
“Not always.” I said disapprovingly, “No one is always right except Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Allah, God. Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, you are a Musalmān lady. You can’t appreciate anyone beyond a limit. Alhamdulillah. Y’ ék ittamu sŧuhi. Mā chidanyasvishansat sakhāyo mā rishañyat.”*
Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!
She has spread so many white lies about my unique legendary sexual prowess that almost entire Musalmān houseladies believed if they hadn’t have sex with me ever, they haven’t enjoyed even their life optimum as a woman.
My Uncut Hindu Penis wasn’t the biggest one, neither the monster as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever cunning, ever shrewdest, ever smart, ever preplanned untrue Young Musalmān lady Brigade spread the white lie everywhere.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” I gritted my teeth, “Stop spreading white lies about my ever incredible unique legendary sexual prowess.”
“Am I harming you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cooed straddling me aggressively as usual.
“Not me, and don’t try to bribe me by straddling me aggressively every when I want to talk with you on some grave matter.”
“It’s bribery?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked into my eyes seductively, “It isn’t my ever exclusive wifely love for my ever sexiest Hindu husband?”
“Why do you and your ever obedient Young Musalmān lady Brigade spread white lies about my Uncut Hindu Penis? You and your entire Young Musalmān lady Brigade know with your own constant experiences that I don’t have the biggest penis…”
“Who the hell is interested in the damn biggest penis? They want only to experience the thrill of having sex with the utmost sexiest Hindu.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,”
“A large number of them want to have only the ultimate intimacy with you, to feel the pride of it their entire life. They damn care about the truthfulness of the fantastic stories we spread of your ever miraculous sexual prowess. They live in dreams. They want to keep living in dreams. They never want to come out of it. That’s the tragedy of not only us womankind, but of us entire humankind as well.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right, Durgesh.” Imāmzādi Ħumayrah Qāzī smiled gravely at me.
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