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“And I am going to be your hot and horny Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān who secretly plays with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot thinking of your big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. The one she saw when Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched you fuck your sexiest and very beautiful,” she laughed, “As well as sweet and intelligent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched us fucking?” I asked, my cock was hardening more and more.
Well, why the hell shouldn’t it?
Despite her father’s and my every effort to marry her again with any suitable man of her choice, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān expressly refused to do so.
Even a dumbass could understand what Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān really wanted.
“Yes,” she nodded, her blue eyes glazing over with lust.
I loved that look and as bad as I wanted to touch her sat and waited for her to go off on one of her sexy talking tirades.
As always Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan went on to do so.
“That’s right, your horny Bahū Bégum was watching through the first floor window that day we were fucking on the couch. She squatted right there and fingered herself while Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched your Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, the President of Modern Democratic Årabia, suck on your big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! She came right there when you shot your nice hot Hindu load into my thirty four years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot! Then Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists lick my thirty four years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass and wished it was hers!”
“Oh, yeah.” I whispered. Lifting my hips, I pushed my shorts down, exposing my hard Uncut Hindu cock in appreciation of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s hot reporting.
In Modern Democratic Årabia, now it was an integral part of the punishment to the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists that they had to lick clean the beautiful Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān ass of their own entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies after I fucked them publicly. Even the other interested beautiful Musalmān houseladies could make them to do the same.
They had no right to protest.
“Let it be, Durgesh.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said sternly, “The beasts have massacred innocent persons in the name of Islam. They must be punished publicly as much, as dastardly, as to terrorize their other colleagues we couldn’t arrest yet.”
“They aren’t so many now.”
I watched Åāyeshah Siddīqah gravely.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, went on,
“Then Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched you give it to me over the couch, watched you slam your thick ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into my tight young Musalmān snatch. She came again listening to me squeal about how deep you were and how hard you were fucking me. Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān went to bed that night and dreamed of being on her knees for you. First sucking a hot load from your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund then letting you pound away on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”
“I see.” I said gravely.
“That’s just what Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān wants to do!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was breathing hard causing her perfect Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits to rise and fall with her breaths. “She comes into our room and sees us fucking. She tells you to keep your Uncut Hindu Lund out and sit down.”
“Then?” I asked, watching Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan carefully.
“Then, she tells you she saw you keeping an eye on her, watching out the window and I was stroking it to her. So she takes her shirt off,” she cupped her tits and stroked her nipples with her thumbs.
“Oh,” I said.
“Yeah, you want your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s tits, don’t you?”
“I have a perfect man, I think, haven’t I?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stepped back between my legs.
I yearned to touch her, but knew once Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was in ‘game mode’ I would have to wait until she gave me the okay.”
“I think you should ask for what you want.”
“Okay, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, can I play with your beautiful Musalmān tits?” The words sounded so wrong, but yet sent a shiver through Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.
“Hmm, I think you left out something, don’t you?”
“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, may I squeeze your beautiful Musalmān tits?”
“Well seeing you asked so nicely, I think I’ll let you.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan grabbed my hand and all but shoved her tit in my palm.
“That’s it, squeeze on your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s tit.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, moaned, “Show her how much you want them!”
I switched to her other nipple and as I started rubbing her now wet nipple with my fingers, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, reached down and grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.
I moaned and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sighed,
“Because my Bahū Bégum is fucking hot!” I told Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, winking at her, “She is teasing me constantly non stop.”
“I’m fucking hot?” playing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, laughed, “Then maybe I should take off the rest of my clothes for you!”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan unhooked the bra and pulling it off, unsnapped her shorts.
Turning around she pushed them as well as her blue thing down her hips, then bending over in my face, shimmied out of them.
I stared at her tight young Musalmān ass and then smiled when she grabbed her cheeks and spread herself open in front of me.
“How’s Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s pussy look?”
“Then ask me.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, can I fuck your pretty Musalmān pussy?” I smiled impishly.
“Hey don’t tease me anymore, Sālī. Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!”
“I like that!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
Leaning forward she braced her hands on the desk and with no hesitation I spread her cheeks and plunged my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her hot little Musalmān slit.
“Yeah, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, cried out, “That’s it! Fuck your Bahū Bégum’s young ravenous Musalmān pussy!”
I swirled my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund inside her, then slipped it through her soft wet labial lips and finding her swollen clit rubbed it with my hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.
I closed my eyes and envisioned it really being my Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, bent over in front of me.
I rubbed her clit harder and bringing my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund between her young beautiful Musalmān legs buried my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Fuck yeah!’ Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squealed, “Just like that, shove that greatest unique ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund of yours, in and out, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā! Make your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, cum around your entirely buried ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”
I drove my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in and out as hard as I could while tracing her clit in hard fast circles with my it.
“Oh, Durgesh,” she groaned, “Oh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, right there! Look at you making Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān feel so good! You keep fucking and Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān will give you a treat, would you like that?”
“I’d love it!” I moaned into her hot wet Musalmān flesh.
“I bet you will because if you make me cum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is going to suck on your nice hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! Would you like that? Would you like Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān to give you a blow job? Want her to get on her knees and Oh fuck yeah!”
“Oh, you’re making Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān cum for you! Oh, I am going to be so good to my Hindu lover! Oh, I can taste my Hindu lover’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth already!”
Damn that sounded good!
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stopped speaking and after a couple of long drawn out moans, she sank down to her knees.
She rested her head on the desk.
Her back was heaving as she tried to catch her breath and I sat back, patiently awaiting her promise.
Goddamn this was so fucking hot and she hadn’t even gotten to sucking or fucking me yet!
“Wow, you made your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān come hard!”
“Tell Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān what you want.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” I whispered and saw Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shiver in excitement, “Sālī, Bahū Bégum, suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Least I could do.”
I thought Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was going to go slow and tease, but instead Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened wide and took my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund all the way down to my balls.
I cried out in pleasure then moaned when she started sucking me fast and hard.
I grabbed the back of her head and began guiding her beautiful young Musalmān mouth up and down my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and moaned, “Oh, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, oh that feels so good!”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan released my cock with a wet sucking sound,
“You like how Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān sucks your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund? I hope so because I love sucking your Uncut Hindu cock and want you to cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth!”
She began to drip down my shaft she took me deep once more and began sucking my cock like it was a race.
‘Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’ was making sloppy slurping sounds and when she reached between my legs and started rubbing my balls I whispered again, but this time with more feeling behind it.
“Oh fuck Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!” I groaned, “Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh my God, you can suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! I..,” I gasped when she started taking me deep with every bob of her head, “Oh, God, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān! Oh you want to make me cum fast for you don’t you?”
She popped my cock out of her mouth long enough to say,
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, immediately went back to sucking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund like a porn star while teasing my balls with her nails.
My legs were shaking and grabbing her hair in my hands I started using it as handles yanking her head up and down my cock.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was moaning and her hips were grinding as she blew me and I tried to keep her going as she had me.
“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you look so good with your Hindu lover’s Uncut Hindu Lund in your pnm Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, oh look at you being my sexy little Musalmān slut! You want to take every drop, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān? You want me to cum in your slutty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan took me down to my balls and began shaking her head back and forth while squeezing my balls.
“Yes,” I moaned, “I’m going to cum for you, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I…hey!”
“I’ll suck you off another time, but right now your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, needs that big fucking ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī young thirty four years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”
Getting up she turned and crawling up onto the bed, wagged her beautiful Musalmān ass at me.
I started fucking her fast and hard.
“You like fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Durgesh?” she looked over her shoulder at me and I smiled.
“I hope you like fucking your Bahū Bégum because, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’m going to make you fuck me every night! Would you like that? Would you like fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān all the time?”
“Yes! Oh, fuck yeah! My Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot is the best Musalmān Choot my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund needs now! You’ve teased me very much, already, beyond every limit whatsoever.”
“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā! I love it! Your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, is going to fuck you everywhere! The shower, the pool! Honey, your slutty Musalmān Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s going to take you out and blow you right in the car! I’m going to… Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh my God!”
I gasped and started fucking her harder and she called out, “Durgesh, stop! Please!”
I figured this was part of the game and called out, “You know you don’t want me to stop, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān! You know you want me too…”
“I said stop!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cried out and pulled forward.
Looking down at her, I began to ask what was wrong when I froze at the sound of Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s voice.
“You heard your Bahū Bégum, Durgesh, stop!”
I looked up and I smiled triumphantly.
Standing in the doorway was my Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān herself.
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Al Taufīq Al Zāhid smiled.
“Walks, for one.”
“Walks?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked feigning innocent ignorance.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid wasn’t interested even a bit in his acting.
She was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Her ever communal resistance against Hindu penetration had already gone to hell as soon as she realized I was available to her.
No doubt Durgesh had the unique penis.
The ever horniest Musalmān Beauties were not crazy for it worthlessly.
Durgesh had unique sexual prowess.
No doubt Durgesh can satisfy the entire womankind even sexually.
He had infinite sexual lust incredibly.
“A customer pays his bill directly at the cash register.” She said herself pushing her ever pink glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my nude Hindu male lap and swallowing my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt nonstop wildly, “The amount of the bill is two dollars and eighty five cents. He gives you a twenty dollar bill. You pretend to be very much interested in the addition on the check. Then apparently something goes wrong with the key on the cash register. You concentrate on that. Eventually you ring up two dollars and eighty five cents; still without apparently paying too much attention to him, you hand him fifteen cents, then give him two one dollar bills, then hand him a five, then look back at the cash register for a minute. Nine times out of ten the man will pocket the change and walk away. If he starts to pocket the change and then stops suddenly, or if he still waits there, you take out two additional fives and give it to him with a smile, then start looking back at the cash register again.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid wasn’t as unaware of Al Nādir Al Haibat’s immensely jealous, immensely greedy stealthy glances on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt swallowing my ever arrogant ever proud Uncut Hindu Cock nonstop, as she was pretending to be.
The ever incurable male animal.
The very same Al Nādir Al Haibat was always heavily critical of Hindus and their ever horny Musalmān beloveds that they were still animals in their human bodies.
He always pretended to be a highly sophisticated ever righteous Musalmān.
He always criticized even the Musalmīn that were criminals and/or criminal minded.
But actually what he himself was?
He was a corrupt attorney himself protecting ever harmful gambling to humanity.
How much he really hated ashvinātam sex was more than obvious from his constant stealthy obsession of gazing Durgesh’s proud Hindu penetrations of her ever glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Yet, he had control enough on himself to comment ironically, feigning sophistication still however.
“You seem to know all the tricks.”
“Sure, working at the place I couldn’t avoid to hear some of them.”
“And you sing?”
“Yes.” She said proudly.
Al Nādir Al Haibat nodded studying the young woman’s miraculously beautiful face sophisticatedly apparently.
Yet, even then he had managed dignified glances on our still nonstop sexual penetrations.
“You have had ups and downs?”
“Mostly downs,” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said, “but I was in there fighting nonstop. I deserve to get the break Durgesh has bestowed on me despite Muħammad Ůsmān’s frantic attempts to frame me. I know now why Durgesh’s Musalmān women are so faithful to him despite the fact that Durgesh is a Hindu. He is honest and sincere to his Musalmān women more than their ever dishonest ever insincere Musalmān husbands and Musalmān mankind. You are jealous of Durgesh and us Musalmān Beauties, but you can’t separate us because no dishonest and insincere communalism can ever replace the ever sincere ever honest love of Durgesh for us. The more you ever dishonest ever insincere communal Musalmīn try to separate us from Durgesh, the more inseparable we are.”
If Al Nādir Al Haibat was angry, he successfully hid his anger.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid led the way.
I was behind her glorious bottom, fucking her from behind.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was too afraid of Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim that she wasn’t ready to come to Paradise Floats if I wasn’t fucking her.
The chief of police accompanied us.
Muħammad Ůsmān, striding forward, was checked by Al Nādir Al Haibat.
Laying a restraining hand on his client’s arm, Al Nādir Al Haibat drew Muħammad Ůsmān back to one side and engaged in rapid fire, low voiced conversation.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid led the way into a room marked Employees, through a curtained doorway.
It had the word Female painted over the top.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid paused before a locker.
I grabbed her waist, pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock until only its head was inside, absolutely prepared for thrusting it into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt as soon as there was any indication from Muħammad Ůsmān and party of any unfair play.
Muħammad Ůsmān knew how dangerous a weapon my infinite Musalmān Beauties and infinite lovely Musalmān houseladies penetrator Uncut Hindu Cock was when it was visiting any Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
My Kundalini was active.
My infinite bodies were active.
With a simple affirmation now, I could immobilize even a whole infantry.
Muħammad Ůsmān had seen the demonstration with his own eyes several times.
However, he never believed a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman and a Stavak Hindu man could do it.
There must be something else hidden behind carefully.
Nevertheless, Muħammad Ůsmān wasn’t a damn fool to take any risk now.
“Open it,” I said.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid fitted a key and opened the locker.
In it, there was a suitcase, a pair of shoes, a suit and a raincoat.
“These all yours?” I asked fucking her once again.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid nodded.
“Do you want to put these things in the suitcase?” I smiled at her possessively.
She thanked me with her eyes for displaying my sexual possession on her.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid knew it was actually a disguised warning to everyone that s/he would have to face Durgesh’s powers if s/he tried to harm her in any manner whatsoever.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid thanked her Allah for her incredible Musalmān beauty and prudence that she approached Durgesh on the right time.
“The things came that way,” she smiled politely at me, “They can go out that way,” she said.
“You have some other things?”
“There’s a stateroom assigned to us Musalmān girls,”
“Only Musalmān girls work here?”
“Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are highly communal. They never believe anyone that’s not a Musalmān. Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim do also belong to the category.”
“But Muħammad bin Qāsim is immensely friendly with his Hindu brother in law, his Hindu Jījū, Prañav Yogendr Divyānand.”
“Sure, they need Prañav Yogendr Divyānand. It doesn’t mean they aren’t communal. Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loved Prañav Yogendr Divyānand. They hadn’t another alternative except to marry them.”
“We sleep there in the stateroom. It’s a sort of dormitory. Al Sādiyah Arraħmān, another girl and I share a stateroom. Muħammad Ůsmān wouldn’t let me get my things out of it last night. I was virtually thrown out.”*
I said gravely,
“Better start packing.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid pulled out the suitcase and flung back the lid.
“I think Al Taufīq Al Zāhid would like some privacy now to prepare to leave this place not to come back. I have to wait with her and—”
I broke off at the startled exclamation from Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.
“What is it?” I asked authoritatively.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid instinctively started to close the lid of the suitcase, then checked herself.
“Let me take a look,” I said.
“I’ll take a look,” the chief of police said, pushing forward.
“What is it, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid?”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid reopened the lid, then pulled forward the elastic that held closed one of the compartments in the lining of the suitcase.
A wad of currency had been thrust hurriedly into this compartment.
“I’ll take this into my custody.” the chief of police said triumphantly.
I moved so that I interposed a shoulder between the officer and the suitcase.
“Why?” I asked the chief of police curtly.
“Why?” the chief of police said sarcastically, “I want to know from where she got this wad of currency.”
“Who are you to ask it?”
“I happen to be the chief of police here.” He said ironically.
“Tell me the law, the section of it that authorizes a chief of police to investigate any money a person have in his/her possession even it’s his/her valid money legally earned by him/her.”
“It isn’t her money.”
“How do you know?”
“It stands to reason.”
“If she had that wad of currency of her own, she never needed to work here as a cigarette girl.”
“I don’t need to.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was looking at me in questioning panic.
Allah! That was the reason she was afraid of Muħammad Ůsmān.
It wasn’t her money.
It was more than obvious that Muħammad Ůsmān had managed to put it there to frame her.*
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Penis entirely into Al Taufīq Al Zāhid’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Count it.” I said.
With trembling fingers, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid counted the money.
“Ten thousand seven hundred ninety nine dollars.” she said.
“Good,” I smiled, “We’ll give Muħammad Ůsmān credit for that on the amount of back wages due and our claims against him for defamation of character.”
Muħammad Ůsmān had quietly entered the stateroom with Al Nādir Al Haibat at his side.
Muħammad Ůsmān started to say something, but just then the curtained doorway was flung back with such violence cloth was almost ripped from the guide rings on the overhead pole.
A woman’s voice said angrily.
“Defamation of character, indeed! That’s a laugh—the kettle is calling the pot black, I’d say!”
Her eyes blazed hatred at Muħammad Ůsmān.
“But I didn’t come here to see that husband stealer. Let her take him. The bastard doesn’t deserve any true love, loyalty and faithfulness now. If the impotent thinks a cigarette girl and singer in a gambling yacht is better for him than even a multi-millionaire Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, let him have her. I damn care. I came here to see you, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān. Just what do you think you are doing with my hard earned money that bastard lost to you?”
“Why, Ma’am Al Saåīdah Al Wājid!” Muħammad Ůsmān said, stepping forward and smiling cordially.
Then he glanced at me.
“I should have known you better. You can’t strike masculine ever. Before coming to strike on me, you investigated about my antagonists. You found Ma’am Al Saåīdah Al Wājid is one of them. And you managed her entry here when you are here too.”
“Anything wrong with that strategy?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “Mr. Mayor has promised me to fight my case against you bloody gamblers.”
“So, your husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, is right that you have a clandestine extramarital affair with Durgesh?” Muħammad Ůsmān smiled trying to humiliate Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
“What if I do?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “I’m not under eighteen, nor you are my legal guardian. Who the hell are you to ask that question on my personal life? Now, you have charged me being a cheater to my husband. I would take you to the court, to prove what you just said. One more case of Defamation of character against you, stupid. Mr. Durgesh is my attorney too, in both the cases against you.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
He wasn’t prepared for so many legal attacks.
He should have known better than to antagonize me.*
Nevertheless, Muħammad Ůsmān tried to grab the state of affairs.
“This is—that is—we aren’t really open for business yet. I had some people come in and—Come on with me and I’ll buy a drink.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid ignored Muħammad Ůsmān’s proffered hand, said furiously,
“You’ve trimming my husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, in a crooked game here. He does not earn as much money himself as he loses in his damn gambling to you. That’s my money. He told me you took him for ten thousand dollars last night. It was natural I investigated about you. I found out your wife, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, has cuckolded you to herself, Durgesh and her younger sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. I enjoyed the state of affairs, naturally.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
His wife, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, wasn’t so much a problem to him, as her younger sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, was.
She was too cunning that she raped Durgesh himself, kidnapping him.
It wasn’t an easy task.
Yet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had done it successfully.
Once, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah loved her husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, very much.
But, now even Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah fucked Durgesh in front of Muħammad Ůsmān’s own very eyes and made Muħammad Ůsmān to clean her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, licking it, after she fucked Durgesh.
Muħammad Ůsmān had to lick not only his wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
He had to lick her gorgeous Musalmān ass as well, after Durgesh fucked Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah in her ass too.
Then he similarly had to lick her sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt and ass as well, after Durgesh fucked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah too.
It wasn’t good that Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had known it.
Now, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had the winning hand on Muħammad Ůsmān completely.
He never fights conventionally.
He always digs out of the enemies of his opponents.
And then those enemies fight Durgesh’s war for the ever shrewdest Hindu, Durgesh never needs to fight it himself.
Muħammad Ůsmān could never understand how many shrewd persons died when Durgesh was born.
“Ten thousand dollars aren’t such a big money that I should waste my more precious time in its recovery.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said, “But if my business competitors knew the stupids like you can manage to snatch away such money from my husband, it would harm my reputation before them. Consequently, I haven’t another option except to have my money back.”
“Back? I can’t believe it.” Muħammad Ůsmān said incredulously.
“I’m not asking you to believe it. I’m asking you to return it.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said patiently, “You should have known better than cutting corners with me, Muħammad Ůsmān. I’ve engaged Durgesh to investigate your criminal activities extensively and see you get punished for them.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
What the hell it’s happening?
“Madam, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid,” he addressed her soothingly, “Your husband was in a little private game last night. I don’t know how he came out. I believe that perhaps he did lose a little, but I haven’t tried to figure up just how much. I can assure you that the game was on the up and up. I was in it myself. If we gambled with people at night, let them take a chance on winning the place, and then, if they aren’t lucky, gave them back the money they had lost the next morning, it wouldn’t be very long before I’d be selling apples on the street corner.”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed at the idea, his mouth making the laughter, his eyes anxiously watching her, appraising her mood.
“And what’s wrong in it?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sweetly, “That’s where actually you belong to. And Wallāh, Muħammad Ůsmān, I promise you to put there. I never forgive the stupids who try to harm me even a bit, knowingly or unknowingly. As a policy, I spend millions to punish them so that no another dumb ass would ever think to come in my way. Durgesh is already retained to make you learn the lesson in the hardest way possible for you.”
“Allah,” Muħammad Ůsmān said impatiently, “what the hell do you want?”
“I want our money back, damn fool, what else? My husband isn’t very good businessperson as I am. That’s money he earned, however. We have other uses for it than to giving it to you. I intend to give it to Durgesh as the expense money he may use for destroying you financially. What the hell you think of me? I would let you cheap crooks rob us of that money and to get away with it?”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Midterm 2012 Volume 4
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 3
Ved Nagar Volume 2
Al Nādir Al Haibat asked,
“There’s a motel?”
“Yes. Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim own two whole city blocks in the names of their extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies. They know how to acquire and keep properties here at Ved Nagar, perfectly. They have a motel there with a swimming pool, a trout pool, a night club and bar, and a sort of casino.
“The entire construction is ultra-modern. The night club started out originally as an old barn. Muħammad bin Qāsim modernized it after he married Al Taufīq Al Fātimah, put on an addition, kept the barnlike atmosphere and called the place ‘The Great Barn.’”
“This Al Sādiyah Arraħmān,” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked, “heard Muħammad Ůsmān call you a thief?”
“Yes.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said confidently.
She wasn’t anymore frightened now.
She was herself immensely surprised where the hell her fear had vanished.
Only because Durgesh had sympathized with her, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid immediately recognized the opportunity she had.
They called Durgesh the ever incurable Hindu fucker of tremendously attractive Musalmān Beauties.
Well, she was also tremendously beautiful.
Then why the hell shouldn’t she grab the once in the lifetime opportunity?
She deliberately started to seduce Durgesh herself.
Muħammad Ůsmān was a Muslim, wasn’t he?
Yet, what the hell he did to her, and still trying to do?
Didn’t Muħammad Ůsmān deliberately frame the entirely feigned shortage on her to destroy her credibility forever?
And they want her to be loyal to such crooks only because they are Musalmīn.
Are they really Musalmīn?
The gamblers, the crooks, the cheaters, Musalmīn?
Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never wanted his followers to be Muħammad Ůsmāns and Muħammad bin Qāsims.
All the Muħammad Ůsmāns and Muħammad bin Qāsims are tremendous liabilities to entire Ummat-e-Muslimah, instead of being any assets ever.
They aren’t Musalmīn.
They are Pseudo Musalmīn instead.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right.
Al Nādir Al Haibat was asking,
“Would Al Sādiyah Arraħmān be a witness?”
There was some victory now in his voice even.
Was Al Nādir Al Haibat a Musalmān?
If he were, why the hell was he helping Muħammad Ůsmān against an innocent Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān young woman?
“I don’t know.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said, contemptuously now, “Her bread and butter might be at stake.”
Al Nādir Al Haibat smiled, now almost more triumphant.
“What happened after Muħammad Ůsmān called you a thief and told you to get out of his Entertainment Yacht?”
“Entertainment Yacht? Hell, who says it’s an Entertainment Yacht? It’s a Gambling Yacht. I wanted to go to my locker to get my street clothes, and Muħammad Ůsmān told me whatever was in the locker might be evidence, that he thought I had money secreted there. Muħammad Ůsmān handed me my coat and told me to get started.”
“I see. A rather spectacular way of discharging help,” Al Nādir Al Haibat feigned sympathy, “Isn’t it?”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid grimaced scornfully.
She glanced at Muħammad Ůsmān and turned to Al Nādir Al Haibat, his attorney, once more.
“Your client, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān, did it deliberately, with a definite purpose in his mind.”
“You read his mind however? To get even with you, I think.”
“You are underestimating your client, Mr. Al Nādir Al Haibat, that was only part of it.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said contemptuously.”
Durgesh’s everdirty Uncut Hindu Lund definitely puts a lot of confidence in otherwise quite helpless Musalmān Beauties, no doubt, Al Nādir Al Haibat thought.
Durgesh is deliberately fucking Al Taufīq Al Zāhid now even here on the Paradise Floats.
He could have fucking Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī even.
But it would have generated confidence in Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī herself, not in Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.
Consequently, Durgesh has deliberately decided to fuck Al Taufīq Al Zāhid while defending her.
Durgesh’s everdirty Uncut Hindu Lund is coming out of Al Taufīq Al Zāhid’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, till its head only there, and vanishing entirely again into the same with a tremendous thrust, not from Durgesh, but from Al Taufīq Al Zāhid herself instead.
Al Nādir Al Haibat knew Durgesh was not fucking Al Taufīq Al Zāhid to enjoy her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān female body, as the ever communal foolish Pseudo Musalmīn think.
Durgesh has a more pragmatic purpose in doing it so openly.
It declared her holy war, her Al Jihad fī sabīlillah, against the ever anti human Pseudo Musalmīn.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid is openly fucking Durgesh.
Durgesh isn’t fucking her.
It crushes the already crushed confidence of Pseudo Musalmīn.
Moreover, it declared the new powerful status of the former cigarette girl that she isn’t a helpless cigarette girl anymore.
She is a powerful girlfriend now, of an almost almighty Hindu multi zillionaire, media king, legal wizard and master cross examiner.
Wasn’t it more than enough to terrify Al Nādir Al Haibat and his alikes too?
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was saying,
“They’d been playing poker for the last few weeks with this man, Al Wājid.”
“And I take this Al Wājid was the man they wanted you to signal about.” Al Nādir Al Haibat urged Al Taufīq Al Zāhid affably, cunningly.
“That’s right.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid pushed her gorgeous glamorous nude ardent Musalmān buttocks into my nude male Hindu lap and once again swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, with tremendous pride, “Last night they were ready to take him really to cleaners. Muħammad Ůsmān was afraid that if I told what he had asked me to do, it might make trouble. Consequently he chose this method of getting me discredited, firing me under a cloud, giving me just enough money to get out of here. He said he’d have my things packed up, put in a suitcase and sent to me at Ved Nagar. They’d be there in my name. I could call for them there.”
“And when he cleans out your locker?”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid smiled ironically, squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely vanished into her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, contracting her vaginal muscles around it,
“You know your client, Muħammad Ůsmān, even better than me yourself, Mr. Al Nādir Al Haibat. When he cleans out my locker, he’ll have some witnesses with him and they’ll find a wad of bills.”
Al Nādir Al Haibat looked at Muħammad Ůsmān.
Muħammad Ůsmān looked at Al Taufīq Al Zāhid with burning red eyes.
He could not understand how to win the ex-cigarette girl.
She was humiliating her tremendously on his own Entertainment Yacht.
It wasn’t beneficial to his business.
He was unable to get any brilliant idea how to get rid of this immensely unpleasant and tremendously harmful humiliation.
He hadn’t even imagined ever she could get me inside her.
A cigarette girl?
I entered the 482nd Century.
I found it unrecognizable.
It had not changed however.
I was changing nonstop.
I was already habitual of learning a new language always, get used to new styles of clothing and new ways of life with every new Observation.
I looked affably at the Communications girl behind the entry desk of the 482nd.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is here?”
“Sure, sir.” The Communications girl smiled at me seductively.
“What the hell Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is doing here?”
“I’m sure I don’t know, sir,” The Communications girl said mischievously, “The Everfirst Umm Al åālmīn herself brought her here.”
“She must be crazy.”
“I beg your pardon, sir.”
“I don’t want to disturb this Century even a bit, the slightest. They don’t understand the freedom of the people of this Century too should not be disturbed in the least.”
“Even to the extent that they are against Family?”
Instead of answering her, I looked at the shoulder emblem of the Communications girl.
It was not the yellow of the Computer, the green of the Life-Plotter, the blue of the Sociologist, or the white of the Observer.
It was not the Specialist’s solid color at all.
It was simply a blue bar on white.
The girl was Communications, a subbranch of Maintenance, not a Specialist at all.
She gave me the Technician glance, however.
“Well?” I smiled at her affably.
Communications smiled seductively once more,
“I’m ringing Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah, sir.”
I remembered the 482nd as solid and massive, but now it seemed almost squalid, filthy, dirty, foul, nasty, unclean, neglected.
I was used to the glass and porcelain of the 575th Century, to its charm of cleanliness.
I was quite accustomed to a world of whiteness and clarity, broken by spares patches of light pastel.*
Al Nādir Al Haibat looked at me.
He was unable to understand why I was allowing him to cross examine my client in detail so much.
Yet, he was determined to take advantage of it.
“This was the first time you’d ever been in charge of cash register?”
“No, I’d charge before too.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said enjoying my unique miraculous Uncut Hindu Lund into her until virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Were there other shortages?”
“I think there were,” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said, not in the least ashamed of herself that she was fucking me there in public.
She was feeling immense pride in it, instead.
It was a great achievement for a cigarette girl.
Every woman that was beautiful today was dreaming of without any exception to have sex with me.
She got a lifetime opportunity and she wasn’t imprudent enough not to take advantage of it.
“But not in the cash register.” she continued, “I had heard Muħammad Ůsmān complaining that some nights the receipts dropped way down although business was good. Muħammad Ůsmān intimated that someone had been knocking down―only ringing up a part of the sales. Muħammad Ůsmān threatened to get private detectives on the job and said everybody was going to have a lie detector test.”
“That’s the reason you are not popular with your staff.” Al Nādir Al Haibat smiled at Muħammad Ůsmān.
Muħammad Ůsmān watched him scornfully.
“I’m doing business, not politics, Mr. Attorney.”
“And somebody has been knocking down on you?”
“I think so.” Muħammad Ůsmān said curtly.
“I would assume he probably is right.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said.
“Thank you.” Muħammad Ůsmān said sarcastically.
“Could that person or those persons have tampered with your cash register?” Al Nādir Al Haibat enquired.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid shook her head.
“Most of the knocking down that is done, is done at the bar. People who buy drinks at the bar pay cash, and if the bar is very busy and the bartender takes in four or five payments at once, he can ring up varying amounts in the cash register and there is no one to check on him. For instance, let us suppose one man has a cocktail that’s seventy five cents or a dollar. Another man has a drink that is sixty cents. Another person has bought drinks for three or four, and his bill is two dollars and eighty five cents.
“By timing things just right a good bartender can be preoccupied at just the right moment so that every glass gets empty at about the same time. That makes for a rush of business and a lot of payments being made all at once.
“So then the bartender picks up all the money, goes over to the cash register and starts ringing up sales of varying amounts.
“If the bartender is good at mental arithmetic, he can add up the figures in his mind and ring up an amount that is exactly two dollars short of the real amount. Then he gives each customer his exact change. Various amounts have been leaping, jumping, into sight on the cash register, staying there for just a moment only to be superseded by another amount. Nobody can tell for certain what check is being rung up. If the bartender sees someone paying attention to the cash register, he is scrupulously, painstakingly, accurate in ringing up the amounts, but if people are talking and not paying too much attention, he’ll knock down a couple of dollars and no one is any the wiser. He’ll do that perhaps ten to twenty times in an evening.”
Al Nādir Al Haibat was either really listening carefully to what Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was telling him, or at least he was pretending to do that,
“Were you doing any of this work at the bar, ma’am?” he asked respectfully.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid smiled ironically.
She was a ‘ma’am’ now, not a cigarette girl anymore.
Only because she’s with Durgesh now fucking him bravely.
They may hate her immensely for it, because she’s a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman, yet she isn’t obeying the broadly accepted and thoroughly expected lifestyle for a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman.
Nevertheless, they can’t humiliate her for it now.
They are afraid of her now.
Because Durgesh can destroy them if they dared it ever.
“Not last night.” She grinned triumphantly, “I was handling the main cash register. I had the only key to it while I was on duty ―at least, it was supposed to be the only key. I would sit there on the stool, the people would come to me with their checks, or the waitresses would come to check out the amounts due at their tables. I’d take in the money and give out the change.”
“Was there any reason why you couldn’t have knocked down if you had wanted to?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked feigning impartiality and respect both simultaneously.
After all he was an attorney.
He was habitual to meet the situations such as this one already.
It was the reason he was called there.
“There’s more of a check on the main cash register.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said somewhat curtly, “The waitresses issue dinner checks and keep a carbon copy which has to be filed when they go off shift. Theoretically the cash register should show a total income equal to the exact total amount of checks issued by the waitresses. But there are lots of ways of beating that game.”
“How?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked, feigning impartial interest.*
The heavy plaster swirls of the 482nd Century, its splashy pigments, its areas of painted metals, were almost repulsive.
Yet, Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah was still as powerful there as she ever was.
I watched her as she leafed through a sheaf of foils and got ready to look up, with the air of someone who is beginning to think she’s made me wait the duly required amount of time.
Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah was afraid of me that I might not wait even a moment.
But to her utter surprise, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan proved absolutely correct in her psychological perusal of mine.
I had waited to Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s immense surprise.
Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah had come here after being trained a long time in an energy centered Century in 600’s.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had informed me.
Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah was not now as raw as she was when she first met me and proposed Durgesh Åāyeshah Siddīqah Social Service.
Despite the natural insecurity of an ever young woman used to the firmness of field forces and dealing with nothing more than flimsy matter, Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah had never developed any ill temper.
Neither, she ever felt insecure as the others did.
Her confident walk was quite different from others’ tiptoeing walk.
Even I was used to the cat like tread well of others.
Often I look up fucking someone, see someone else standing there staring at us, her/his approach having been unheard.
It was no longer something sly and sneaking, but rather the fearful and reluctant tread of one who lives in the constant, though unconscious, fear that the flooring would break under his/her weight.
It was nothing else, but almost ever pervading negativity.
Most of the persons everywhere were even never aware of it.
They could be excused, however, for their profound unawareness due to their utter ignorance of it.
They could be educated and cured.
But what about the persons who had surrendered to their inherent inertia against the conscious and deliberate efforts to remove it and getting positive ever?
It was a tragedy that there wasn’t any Century that didn’t have such ever irrationally adamant persons.
Actually, almost everyone there was too full of his/her prejudices.
Moreover, most of them were immensely obsessed to their prejudices even.
While every Century had its own particular prejudices, negativity and obsessions, there were some of them common in the entire Centuries too.
HVSI, the Allwhen Council, was ever untiredly doing its best nonstop efforts to remove negativity from everywhere, despite howsoever much resistance it had to face.
No resistance, no adamance, no negativity and even no obsession could stop HVSI, the Allwhen Council, ever from its ever sacred duty.
I smiled at Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah with a pleasant condescension, with a pleasant arrogance, the ever young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman was never influenced by the negativity, prejudices and obsessions of the Century, as even some of the other time travelers poorly adjusted to the section.
Reassignment was probably the only thing that could help them.
“Greetings, Durgesh.” Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled.
“Greetings, Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah.” I smiled too.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Indexes: Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh
1. Ahal-Al Bayt
10. Midterm 2012
13. The Yacht
14. The Audacity
18. The Chairman
19. The Oath
21. Majājī Kħudā
37. Ammi, you too?
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Muħammad’s wife Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were making love in Muħammad’s bedroom.
Nothing was wrong there in it.
It came afterwards.
Muħammad had one hand inside her blouse and another up her skirt, and it was just getting really good when Muħammad’s Hindu brother in law, his extremely beautiful Musalmān sisters Live in relationship Partner, Durgesh, walked in.
“Whoa, sorry,” I said seeing Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad. “Don’t worry, I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Muħammad felt bad because Muħammad knew I’d get no sleep outside in the dorm common room.
Muħammad pulled a blanket over Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad and told me to stay a while.
Muħammad figured the least they could do is drink a beer with me before dismissing me out.
Muħammad could tell Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was embarrassed, and Muħammad felt her buttoning up her blouse and pulling her skirt down under the blanket.
One beer led to another.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad had already had some before I got there.
Moreover, I never took beer.
I was accompanying them with juice, instead of beer.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were getting pretty buzzed.
I rolled a joint.
Soon Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were high on beer and grass.
Muħammad started kissing and fondling Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
The blanket got pushed off and Muħammad’s hands were inside her blouse and up her skirt again.
It got so hot Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad both forgot about me.
When Muħammad remembered, Muħammad looked over to me and expected to see me asleep, or politely pretending to be asleep, at least.
But I wasn’t.
Instead, I was deliberately, intently, watching as Muħammad kissed and fondled Muħammad’s wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
Surprisingly, being watched by me turned Muħammad on.
So Muħammad didn’t stop or tell me to look away.
Instead, Muħammad unbuttoned Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s blouse so he had a clear view of her lacy bra.
Right around then Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq remembered that I was in the room.
Muħammad suddenly felt her body tense.
Maybe it was the beer and pot talking, but Muħammad whispered “Let’s give Durgesh a show.”
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s eyes grew wide. “Are you serious?”
I heard them whispering.
They knew it.
Yet in their blurred opinion, I must have thought Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were trying to figure out how to get rid of me, because I too said,
“I guess I’ll hit the sack outside.”
Again, maybe it was the beer and pot talking, but Muħammad said,
“Hey Jījū, don’t leave on our account.”
Muħammad started kissing Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq again, and she didn’t stop Muħammad when Muħammad pulled off her blouse.
Muħammad reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, then pulled it off her arms and tossed it on the floor, leaving Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq topless before my eyes.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq pressed her palms on her skirt when Muħammad tried pushing it up, stopping Muħammad momentarily, but Muħammad moved her hands and pushed it up around her waist.
Muħammad quickly pulled off her panties.
It joined her bra on the floor.
Then Muħammad moved in between her legs.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was embarrassed being topless with her skirt around her waist, and Muħammad between her spread legs.
She covered her eyes with her arm.
But that didn’t stop her from moaning when Muħammad licked between her folds and flicked his tongue across her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit.
I looked totally turned on.
I motioned to a chair next to Muħammad’s bed and raised an inquiring eyebrow.
I moved over to the chair.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s arm still covered her eyes, but Muħammad thought she sensed me sitting next to the bed.
Now I was within arm’s reach of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s naked Musalmān breasts, her flat Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stomach, her long shapely legs.
Muħammad knew I thought she was super-hot.
To my credit I controlled myself from reaching out and groping her.
But that didn’t stop me from unzipping my own fly too and pulling out my Uncut Hindu Dick.
I was big, which bothered Muħammad, especially when I gave Muħammad a “I know you’re impressed” look.
I started exhibiting my exquisite unique legendary Uncut Hindu meat and if anything I got even bigger.
All of a sudden Muħammad felt jealous, with me getting hot looking at Muħammad’s wife.
Usually Muħammad’d get Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq off with his tongue and then fuck her, but Muħammad didn’t want to wait now.
Muħammad wanted to show Mr. Big Uncut Hindu Dick what I’d never be able to do.
So, Muħammad pulled on a condom and positioned his cock between her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips and pushed in.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq grunted as Muħammad did so, and Muħammad smiled at me, Muħammad’s message clear: you can only look, Hindu Jījū.
Muħammad cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples as Muħammad fucked her, then kissed her.
She finally moved her arm away from her face, but kept her eyes closed.
Muħammad leaned back and put her long legs over his shoulders and then started to really pound her.
Muħammad’s hard fucking caused her to open her eyes, and she looked at Muħammad at first, and then turned her head slightly and looked at me.
Well, not at my face, but at my superb unique legendary hard Uncut Hindu Cock, which was just inches from her face.
I was sitting right next to Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad.
Muħammad didn’t fault her for what she did next.
By that time Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were all lost in lust, and it seemed like the natural thing to do.
But when Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s lips formed an O, Muħammad’s head practically exploded.
Without any hesitation, I leaned forward off the chair and then, just like that, my extremely hard, unique, legendary Uncut Hindu Cock was in Muħammad’s wife’s extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I pushed in and, to stop herself from gagging, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq reflexively wrapped her hand around my Uncut Hindu rod to keep me from pushing further into her mouth.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s beautiful delicate Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hand around my Uncut Hindu Cock kind of gave me permission to touch her.
After all, she was even more than touching me herself first.
Wasn’t Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq?
So, one of my hands went behind her beautiful head, my fingers grasping her soft blonde hair, and my other hand went down to her tits.
I’d seen how Muħammad’d fondled her breasts and rubbed her nipples, the way I’d learned she liked it, and I did it the same way, causing Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq to moan even with my Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Despite Muħammad’s feelings, the sight of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq blowing me was too much.
Muħammad could not control himself any longer.
He came immediately.
Now though, with Muħammad’s lust sated, the sight of me inside Muħammad’s wife’s extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth caused Muħammad’s heart to ache.*
Muħammad leaned back disheartened.
His soft cock slid out of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
The condom fell off his dick onto the floor.
Muħammad got off the bed intending to get me to stop, but he thought I misinterpreted his actions.
Before Muħammad could react I’d moved around him onto the bed, between Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s still spread ravenous Musalmān legs.
Then I pushed in, and just like that I was fucking Muħammad’s wife now more fiercely than even Muħammad did.
Again, even then, Muħammad didn’t fault Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
She hadn’t cum yet, so she was still lost in lust.
She wrapped her legs around My legs inadvertently and met not even equally, but even more aggressively than myself each of my wild Hindu thrusts.
To make it even worst, I leaned down and started kissing her while I fucked her.
Muħammad’s heart sank as Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back.
Moments later, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s toes curled into the mattress and her body shook in orgasm, moaning into My Hindu mouth as I French kissed her through her orgasm.
I had incredible staying power.
I put her shapely legs over my shoulders as Muħammad’d done, and then pounded her so hard I practically shoved her into the headboard.
It was like watching a porno flick.
And, to his immense humiliating surprise, Muħammad couldn’t help getting aroused again.
Despite the fact it was Muħammad’s own wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, getting pounded by me─ or maybe because it was Muħammad’s own wife ─ Muħammad got rock hard again.
Muħammad sat in the chair next to the bed and stroked himself as I fucked the brains out of Muħammad’s extremely beautiful exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
At one point Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq looked at Muħammad in the chair playing with himself as she got fucked by me.
The next time she looked a few moments later, Muħammad was spurting all over Muħammad’s hand.
Muħammad thought she came at least once more.
But I still kept on fucking her more and more vigorously.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq shouted involuntarily in wild animal lust,
“Bravo, that’s right, fuck me. Fuck me, Durgesh, as none has fucked me ever. Fuck me in every sex position possible and even impossible, if you can. Watch, even my husband is enjoying our wild animal sex now. Fuck me now until I exist.”
Muħammad was stunned and dumbfounded.
He never even imagined, his own wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, would welcome my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot so wildly, so entirely unashamed of herself.*
I kept pounding her.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq kept responding me more fiercely and more aggressively than even myself.
Muħammad never knew his wife was so ravenous to get my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
But the fact was before his own eyes.
Suddenly he remembered it was being telecast alive on the special private channels of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven Movements.
Muħammad was suddenly horrified.
The millions of persons who loved to watch the special private channels of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven Movements, were watching now Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, being fucked by me in every possible and even every impossible sex position if I can fuck her in that.
Allah, why the hell had he permitted the special private channels of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven Movements to fix TV Cameras in his own bedroom?
But how could he refuse to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself?
She has vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
She wanted his cooperation.
Muħammad couldn’t afford to refuse.
Even then he had protested.
“Your people have already fixed cameras in my entire Musalmān houseladies’ bedrooms who have sexual relations with Durgesh. But it’s my bedroom.”
“We want your wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, too enjoy Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had told him smiling cunningly.
Muħammad had as if fallen from seventh sky.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed melodically.
“Why the you backward Pseudo Musalmīn still believe that you have proprietorial rights even on the bodies of your Musalmān wives? Why the hell your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives can’t live nude if they have exquisite extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bodies to display openly everywhere if they want to? It’s Ved Nagar. It’s not your bloody Pseudo Musalmān Saåūdī Årab that’s too now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. Modern Democratic Arabia.”
The mega sex session of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and me lasted even more than one complete month.
“It’s your wife’s Honeymoon with Durgesh.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had laughed, “Let everyone watch how happy Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund can make your extremely beautiful yet ravenous Musalmān houseladies. Don’t ever try to disturb even.”
Countless times Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq had her orgasm in the period.
So had I too.
Muħammad suspected Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was even pregnant now with my son in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.
But he wasn’t sure.
Finally, I tensed up once more and then I violently slammed into her, again and again.
Finally I pulled out, and Muħammad realized in horror I hadn’t worn a condom.
The evidence of what I’d done was apparent as my milky Hindu cum leaked out of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy as soon as I pulled out finally.
He was now almost sure I have impregnated her.
Durgesh had the good graces to quickly get off Muħammad’s wife and get into my own bed.
Muħammad got into bed next to Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad both passed out.
The next morning, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad woke up snuggled against each other.
I must have gotten up earlier, he thought, and I had the good graces to not stick around.
It was awkward at first, but soon Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were giggling and laughing at how wild things had gotten.
Muħammad meant, neither of them were prudes, and even though they hadn’t planned it, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were young and open to new things as long as no one got hurt.
When Muħammad asked how it was to have Durgesh, her eyes got kind of dreamy, and she said,
“Well, Muħammad, I never really thought of him that way, but, well, wow!” Then she saw the insecure look on Muħammad’s face and quickly added, “but of course he’s a Hindu. Naturally, I like you more.”
Muħammad guessed she thought Muħammad needed more reassurance, because she got on top of him and they had a long slow fuck.
He had managed to pretend that it was all right if his wife celebrated her Honeymoon with me so wildly for more than even a complete month.
In his opinion, he hadn’t another option.*
At first Muħammad was pissed, feeling I took advantage of the situation.
Part of it was his own insecurity, however, after seeing me fuck Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
I was more muscular than Muħammad, even at my sixty four, and have a bigger dick, and Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq seemed to enjoy both.
But eventually things returned to normal.
In some ways we grew even closer.
Nevertheless it was true.
Muħammad, surprisingly felt himself somewhat indebted and immensely grateful to me that I at least satisfied his wife to her heart’s content sexually that Muħammad could never do.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were husband and wife, but not great friends.
But now I often complimented Muħammad how hot a wife Muħammad’s had, and how lucky Muħammad was.
It was awkward though when the 3 of us were in the same room.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq avoided talking about me, but sometimes Muħammad’d catch her looking at me, indebtedly and gratefully.
Muħammad saw me stealing glances at Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq too, even more than I used to.
Muħammad started remaining with Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq more to avoid seeing me, but that didn’t give them much privacy because Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s roommates were home a lot more than me.
About a month after it happened, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were in my room making out. Muħammad’s had Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s blouse unbuttoned and Muħammad’s hand inside her bra when I walked in.
Didn’t he see the hanger on the door?
They pulled away from each other.
I muttered apologies, but Muħammad noticed even then my eyes were on Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s open blouse.
Muħammad looked at Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and to Muħammad’s surprise, her eyes were on My Hindu crotch, entirely unashamed of herself.
There was immense appreciation instead in her eyes.
I wore sweat pants.
My Uncut Hindu Dick made a huge tent in the fleece material.
The attraction between Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and me was unmistakable.
The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Muħammad didn’t know what took hold of him.
But instead of asking me out, Muħammad pulled Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq to him and started kissing her again.
Muħammad put his hand back inside her bra and rubbed her nipple.
For a while they made out like that, pretending like I wasn’t there.
Muħammad moved down Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s body and pushed up her short skirt.
Muħammad pulled her panties down her long legs.
They were soaking, and her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips glistened with excitement.
Muħammad opened her legs and went down on her.
Muħammad purposely avoided looking at me.
After eating her for a little while, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s moans and writhing became more intense.
Muħammad looked up, not surprised to see me all over her.
We were kissing, and My hands had replaced Muħammad’s on her breasts.
Muħammad was busy in eating her Pussy while Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was kissing me passionately.
I finished taking off her blouse and bra, and expertly rubbed and fondled her tits and nipples.
“Wait, wait,” she panted, out of breath and her chest heaving. She pushed me away. “Muħammad, come here.”
Muħammad moved to her.
She took out Muħammad’s dick and stroked him.
Then she took Muħammad into her extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Muħammad groaned and Muħammad’s head rolled back with the pleasure.
“That’s so hot!” I said watching Muħammad’s wife give Muħammad head.
Muħammad saw a smile cross Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s face, even with Muħammad’s cock in her extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I moved between Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s legs, and raised an eyebrow at Muħammad.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq looked at Muħammad too, but her face didn’t reveal what she wanted.
Muħammad’s lust definitely controlled him, all good sense gone.
Muħammad nodded at me, and he gave me a big eager smile.
I pulled out my big Uncut Hindu Cock and moved up between Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s thighs.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq grunted as I entered her.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaah!Oh God!” she groaned.
She took Muħammad back into her extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, but she clearly had trouble concentrating on blowing Muħammad, with I impaling her with my long thick Hindu monster.
She gave up altogether on sucking Muħammad when I put her legs over her shoulder and began pounding her.
Panting, Muħammad moved over to My bed just a few feet away, and sat on the edge of the bed.
I was more muscular than Muħammad and I was an impressive sight with my Hindu body all tensed up as I pounded Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
I leaned into Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, pressing her legs against her chest, and she clutched the sheets as if holding on for dear life.*
From my vantage point, Muħammad had a clear view of how Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s bare extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips, she kept herself hairless except for a tiny landing strip above her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit, strained to accommodate My Hindu girth.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was incredibly long, it was like a python moving in and out of her.
It amazed Muħammad seeing me fucking her.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was so long it seemed to take forever to slide in and out of her as I slow stroked her.
I definitely had an effect on her by her pants and the ecstasy on her face.
It was gut wrenching knowing Muħammad couldn’t fuck her the same way as me.
To make it even worse, Muħammad realized I wasn’t wearing a condom.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was on birth control, but the pill wasn’t fool proof.
Muħammad always wore a condom because she was freaked about getting pregnant.
Her older sister had gotten pregnant and they were Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān, so she dropped out of college, married the father and had the baby.
Fortunately her sister loved her husband, but Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq didn’t want that to happen to her.
It surprised Muħammad that Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq let me into her again bareback.
This was the second time.
But then she was so caught up in lust, just like Muħammad himself, she didn’t realize it.
Muħammad could stop me of course but then the memory came to Muħammad of the last time, how my thick baby making Hindu seed oozed out of her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Muħammad got lightheaded with excitement and Muħammad knew Muħammad didn’t have the willpower to stop me from shooting my fertile Hindu sperm into Muħammad’s wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.
“Allah!Oh God! Allah!Oh God! Allah!Oh God!,” Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq panted as I long stroked her with My Uncut Hindu Cock .
I leaned down and kissed her.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq didn’t resist, instead she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me back.
Muħammad could tell from our cheeks that our tongues were down each other’s throat.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s toes curled, and Muħammad knew she was cumming.
She groaned her orgasm into my Hindu mouth, her back arching with the pleasure.
Moments later, My body tensed.
I pushed deepest into Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and stayed there, and from my convulsions Muħammad could tell I was cumming too, ejaculating my Hindu seed into her.
Muħammad wondered if I had just gotten Muħammad’s wife pregnant.
Muħammad knew this was her most fertile time of the month.
With that thought Muħammad came too, without even touching himself, his sperm shooting onto his thighs and chest.
I again had the good graces to leave and give Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūqand Muħammad some privacy.
As soon as I left Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad started giggling and laughing, just like last time.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were in awe at themselves, how wild they’d been, not just once but for the second time.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad weren’t prudes, but normal citizens, even hot blooded ones didn’t do this type of thing, did they?
“Muħammad, I can’t believe you actually gave Durgesh permission to fuck me,” Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq smiled appreciating him.
Muħammad hid his embarrassment with a shrug.
“I don’t know what it is, but seeing Durgesh fucking you really turns me on,” Muħammad said truthfully.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq looked wide-eyed at Muħammad, and then gave him an excited smile.
“Oh, Allah! My God, Muħammad, that’s so hot!” she said excitedly.
She got on top of Muħammad ─ by that time Muħammad was hard again ─ and they fucked like rabbits.
The next day reality hit.
What would they do if I had knocked up Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq?
Due to her religious beliefs, getting a morning after pill wasn’t an option, nor was an abortion if it came to that.
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Durgesh Al Nāsirah Al Ħamīd
My friend’s Bahū Bégum, daughter in law, Al Nāsirah Al Ħamīd, lived in Al Mecca Al Mukarramah.
She recently went through a separation from her husband Salāħuddīn. They were both smart, successful people.
Al Nāsirah Al Ħamīd was a corporate lawyer and Salāħuddīn was a software engineer.
They seemed very well matched.
It was a surprise to my friend when she told him they had separated.
“Only Durgesh can save your nikāħ with Salāħuddīn, none else.” my friend, Assaiyad Al Åbdullah, advised his Bahū Bégum, curtly.
He was fed up of both his Bahū Bégum and his son, Salāħuddīn.
They always hated me for I was fucking their entire Musalmān houseladies who were beautiful.
They left Assaiyad Al Åbdullah Mansion even to save their nikāħ.
It was unfortunate they still separated.
“I’d never surrender to that sixty five years old ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.” Al Nāsirah Al Ħamīd replied her father in law furiously, “I’m only twenty eight, don’t you know?”
Assaiyad Al Åbdullah watched his beautiful young Bahū Bégum, Al Nāsirah Al Ħamīd, contemptuously.
“I know. I know it very well. Your Ammī in law and I were also separated. Yet Durgesh managed to reunite us.”
“And the remuneration?” Al Nāsirah Al Ħamīd blazed at her father in law, “Durgesh, the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu is fucking your entire Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies that are beautiful. I don’t want my own Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies to pay the same cost for saving my nikāħ with your ever incompetent son. He is a gentleman but every gentleman is not necessarily a good husband. Your omniscient omnipotent Anant Muslimātchod Hindu friend, Durgesh, and his so called utmost perfect Hinduism is wrong when it says Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt. Okay?”
Assaiyad Al Åbdullah argued with her until she didn’t consent at least to discuss it with me.*
Al Nāsirah Al Ħamīd invited me to come and keep her company for a week.
I wanted to be a supportive consultant.
I took time off work and booked a flight.
Al Nāsirah Al Ħamīd was twenty eight and I was sixty five.
We don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things.
Al Nāsirah Al Ħamīd was the educated, successful one.
She hated me for my sexual relationships with almost entire Musalmān houseladies that were beautiful.
She thought I managed it to satisfy my ever increasing communal Hindu lust for them.
I had broken numerous Musalmān households in her bright opinion, never saved as most of my Musalmān friends believed and claimed always.
She thought I was a communal Hindu scoundrel, because I have been known to see numerous Musalmān girlfriends, Brāhmañ girlfriends, etc. at the same time.
She thought that’s wrong.
She had different ways of getting at me about it.
I decided in advance, I wouldn’t let her get under my skin while staying in her house.
The first night was fine, she picked me up at the airport and we went out for dinner.
We had a few glasses of wine and juice at her house afterwards and went to bed early.
The second night, she cooked dinner at home and that was when she began talking about Salāħuddīn and what went wrong in their nikāħ.
“I thought you two were perfect for each other,” I said, “You seemed so alike, both into your careers, both successful. What happened?”
“It may have seemed that way, Durgesh, but we are really very different people!” she said.
“In what way?” I asked.
“Many ways,” Al Nāsirah Al Ħamīd said, “but for instance sex. He wanted it every weekend, like clockwork, because that’s when we have time. Every Friday night, we had to do it whether we wanted to or not. If I didn’t feel like it, he’d say I was frigid. So I started to think, well if you think I’m frigid, I’ll be frigid!”
“So what did you do?” I asked.
“Well, I’m stubborn like that,” I said, “I hate to be put in a box and told what I’m like. Therefore, to get revenge, I acted as if I was less interested in sex. Of course, that drove him crazy.”
“I would feel the same way, Al Nāsirah Al Ħamīd” I said, “I need a lot of sex and when my girlfriend says no, I get frustrated.”
“So then I guess you go out and cheat on her, right?” she said sarcastically.
“No!” said, “We talk about it. Sāliħah, my new girlfriend, totally gets it. She told me that if she doesn’t feel like it just to take it, as if even she was asleep. She loves it, instead, when I’m forceful with her.”
“Allah, God!” Al Nāsirah Al Ħamīd said, “I don’t believe you! It’s wrong to force a woman to have sex with you. Don’t you know that? It’s called rape!”
“But you’re not listening!” I said, “Sāliħah was the one who suggested it!”
“Well, your Sāliħah is crazier than you are,” Al Nāsirah Al Ħamīd said.
She looked at me critically.
“I can’t picture you doing that,” she said, “you’re big and strong and everything, but you just don’t seem like the domineering type. What exactly do you do when you get forceful? Show me!”
She was pissing me off, so I stepped closer to her and pushed her up against the refrigerator.
I had her wrists in my hands before she knew it and I pulled them behind her back.
Now I was against her, and we were both breathing heavily.
Al Nāsirah Al Ħamīd had large, natural beautiful young Musalmān breasts.
I felt them against my chest.
I realized I had an erection, and it pressed against her.
I looked in her eyes and said,
“Something like this.”
Then I don’t know what came over her.
Al Nāsirah Al Ħamīd kissed me full on my mouth impulsively, forgetting her constant hate for me, before I let her go.*
Al Faraħ Al Ayyūb migrated to Australia back.
She initially settled in Brisbane.
We’d only been lived in relationship for a week before we caught the boat to Australia, so although we already often enjoyed one another sexually; socially.
Al Faraħ Al Ayyūb’s sweet little daughter, Sudhā Pandit, was born late in Brisbane, Australia.
She was a nicely proportioned, attractive and healthy baby and as she grew up into a toddler, she was tall and active for her age – both Al Faraħ Al Ayyūb and her husband, RādhāCharañ Pandit, were very proud of her.
But being a girl she was naturally drawn to the male side of the family and even as a baby, RādhāCharañ Pandit was obviously her favorite parent, despite her Ammī breast-feeding her and generally looking after her.
Perhaps that sowed the seeds of hate that eventually grew between Al Faraħ Al Ayyūb and RādhāCharañ Pandit.
they’d moved up to Mackay in Northern Queensland – into the tropics, where RādhāCharañ Pandit was to take over a vast sales territory for a national company.
He’d be away from home quite a bit but the money was good and they didn’t consider the consequences of my absences.
It was not their abnormal mistake.
Most of the families were broken due to this very mistake.
A large number of my friends blundered similarly and lost their family, consequently, either this way or that way.
Some of my friends were afraid of losing their children too as well as their beautiful wives.
They opted for something degrading even.
They loved their family even more their self respect.
They allowed their wives to have extramarital affair with me, either clandestinely or openly.
RādhāCharañ Pandit’s work went well enough, but as the years passed, Al Faraħ Al Ayyūb and RādhāCharañ Pandit found that they’d become two totally different people – not really a couple at all.
Increasingly they found themselves to be at loggerheads.
RādhāCharañ Pandit began to find excuses for not coming home.
He engineered extended sales trips that kept RādhāCharañ Pandit away for up to six weeks at a time.
Then he’d come home – spend the weekend sorting out all his paperwork, laundry and post – having a good row or two and then he’d be off again.
His office room soon became his bedroom too – the guest bed was now his.
But much as RādhāCharañ Pandit didn’t really miss Al Faraħ Al Ayyūb, he certainly missed seeing his lovely daughter, Sudhā Pandit, growing up – and she obviously missed her father, RādhāCharañ Pandit.
Every time that RādhāCharañ Pandit came home it seemed that she had grown another couple of inches – she was going to be a tall lady – hopefully she would have a suitable figure to match, one day.
And it seemed that the more Al Faraħ Al Ayyūb and RādhāCharañ Pandit fell out, the closer his daughter Sudhā Pandit and I became.
RādhāCharañ Pandit especially retained me to take care of his beautiful family in his absence.
We certainly seemed to get on well and I don’t mean anything sexual.
It was perfectly platonic primarily.
I mean that we could chatter and laugh together; read books together; go for walks together; play on the beach together – we even had the same interests – we simply got on well together.
And now, at the age of around nine or ten she was developing nicely into a very peasant young Brāhmañ lady who liked nothing more than to be allowed to sit on my lap – even though we’d eventually get all hot and sweaty in that hot climate.
Just to be close together was lovely and somehow, despite her glorious youthful feminine scent I managed to put aside all matters relating to sex, even though I was increasingly uncomfortable through lack of activity at home.
Sudhā Pandit could obviously see how uncomfortable I was – her concern showed in her face.
One day matters came to the surface therefore.
RādhāCharañ Pandit was having a few days off work and Al Faraħ Al Ayyūb had gone out shopping with some friends.
Afterwards they were off to the local pool, so they were making a day of it – probably to keep away from RādhāCharañ Pandit; not that RādhāCharañ Pandit really cared.
Sudhā Pandit and I were alone.
Once we were on our own, we settled down on the sofa so that she could watch some kids’ program on TV.
The sofa was one of those deep soft comfortable types – the kind you sort of sink into.
As usual, Sudhā Pandit jumped onto my lap and leaned back against my chest.
“Durgesh,” she said, her voice full of care, “You don’t get on with Ammī, do you?”
I wondered if I should simply avoid the matter and change the subject but then I realized that Sudhā Pandit had correctly observed our problem, so there was no use in hiding it from her.
“No, darling, your Ammī and I don’t seem to get on,” I said gravely, “We’re just so different nowadays.”
I signed, because the friction between Al Faraħ Al Ayyūb and I, wasn’t very pleasant at times.
Sudhā Pandit continued.
“You sleep in the spare room, don’t you?” asked Sudhā Pandit and I nodded – it was common knowledge.
Well, I wasn’t Al Faraħ Al Ayyūb’s husband after all.
I was only her lover, because RādhāCharañ Pandit wasn’t available to her whenever she needed him.
“Do you get all lonely then?” she asked and I nodded again, smiled too.
“Oh Durgesh,” she replied, squeezing me tight, her voice all broken up, “I don’t like to see you lonely and uncomfortable – it’s not fair!”
“One of those things, I guess,” I said, hugging her back, “Happens everywhere, I think.”
“Yeah but you don’t deserve to be uncomfortable,” replied Sudhā Pandit sagely, “It’s Ammī who deserves to be uncomfortable ‘cos she’s mean and nasty to both of you, my father, RādhāCharañ Pandit, and you too!”*
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The train had come to a stop.
Doors glided open.
Porters stood helping passengers off the train.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd stood looking first to the left, then to the right.
A woman got off the train, stood looking around as though expecting to meet someone, started to walk toward the depot, paused, turned and walked toward Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“Waħīdah!” the woman said.
“Why, Ammījān!” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd exclaimed with entirely unanticipated extremely pleasant surprise. “Allah! Good heavens, I didn’t recognize you. Even your own daughter couldn’t recognize you! What have you done to yourself? Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I exchanged glances.
“Allah Allah! Good Lord, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd? Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s first wife? I’ll be damned.”*
Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd smiled at her daughter.
“Hey, don’t tell me my new Hindu husband, my new Hindu Kħasam, didn’t tell you how miraculously he has transformed me.”
“Well, he told me,” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd managed to control somewhat her still miraculously extremely pleasant surprise, “but I could never imagine… Ammījān, you look only my elder sister now. None can ever guess you are my real Ammī. It’s just a miracle, Ammī. You’ve really taken off weight.”
“Thirty five pounds.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd said, “I’m down to a hundred and twenty one and I’m going to stay that way. I’ve learned the hard way what happens to a woman when she lets her figure go.”
“Let Abbū see you and…”
Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd interrupted her daughter in the middle,
“Allah, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, don’t tell me you still care for that bastard. He divorced a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān immensely faithful wife, for a hostess, for a shill who put on daringly cut evening gowns that were tight and clinging and circulated around the gambling tables here in Las Vegas, Nevada.”
Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd was immensely angry.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd could understand very well what her Ammī was suffering through mentally.
“That’s why I requested you to meet somewhere else. But you insisted.”
“I lost my husband here. I want to celebrate my new private life exactly here to wipe out my memories of nonstop mental torture. You perhaps don’t know the bastard is also coming here to request me not to allow you to live in relationship with Durgesh. Hahaha. A thoroughly immoral husband is impersonating a thoroughly moral father now.”
I entered the room Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus were waiting for me in.
It was mellow, rich, with subdued sunlight filtering through pearl gray drapes.
There was wall-to-wall oyster-shell-colored carpeting on the floor.
The chairs were deep and comfortable.
The whole room was esthetically decorated.
It gave the impression that it had been designed for living, rather than to conform, to imitate, to any particular style of interior decoration.
“Beautifully decorated.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said as I entered there.
“Thank you.” I smiled, “But the credit goes to your friend Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, not to me.”
“I don’t think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and you are two different persons.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cooed.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Thank you, Al Safiyah.”
“I’m sorry that you two, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and you, have differences of opinions.”
“Don’t be so modest ever.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said furiously, “Your ‘father in law’ has clearly accused Al Safiyah Al Ghaus that she has murdered her previous husband.”
“It was his opinion, darling, not mine. How can I answer for him?”
“I think I need to talk with Al Zakāt Al Qāsim about it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched me significantly.
“The question is why did your friend break Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s home?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched me suggestively.
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs went to me in Las Vegas, Nevada. I didn’t go to him.” she said somewhat acidly, “moreover, the life I was living wasn’t a dignified life. It was my compulsion, not my choice. Why the hell I shouldn’t grab an opportunity to lead a respectful life with a millionaire if I could?”
“Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd should herself blame for what happened.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said curtly, “How the hell she thought Al Nadīm Al Quddūs woud not react to as a dazzling Musalmān Beauty as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus? How did Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd forget she was herself a dazzling Musalmān Beauty when Al Nadīm Al Quddūs married her? It’s a world of bitter competition. Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd should have maintained her beauty herself. Why the hell did she forget to watch her married life to be safe if she could?”*
I smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ironically.
“You mean every Musalmān Beauty is justified in breaking the other Musalmān Beauty’s home, if she is leading the hard and degrading life as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus did?”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could do it because Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd lost her interest in keeping her Musalmān husband properly.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said curtly, “Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd took her husband for granted to be devoted to her only because he was married to her. Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd stopped watching her own figure despite knowing very well the polygamous nature of a man. It was her own mistake and she paid for it.”
“You haven’t any sympathy for Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd?”
“I have more sympathy for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said tersely.
“Because Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was suffering more in Las Vegas, Nevada?”
“Because Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was suffering more in Las Vegas, Nevada.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan repeated despite my smirk, “Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd was already a honorable housewife. Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was not. It was natural for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus that she tried to improve her personal life.”
“And Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was the only man available to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?” I kept smirking.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled curtly.
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was the immediate man available. Al Safiyah Al Ghaus didn’t love him. He was the only immediate man available to her who could help her for getting rid off that rather undignified life she was compelled to lead.”
I watched Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim suspected I was fucking her.
I didn’t contradict him.
It was useless.
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Al Safiyah Al Ghaus awoke in her luxurious Ved Nagar mansion.
She pressed a button to open the electrically controlled drapes.
She was confronted by the side of a young man.
Vikram Bachhalyā was clad in a white T-shirt and exquisite jeans.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus struggled to sit up, buzzing for Musarrat Kħālid, her secretary.
At the same time Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was flinging on a marabou trimmed silk robe and pressing her feet into dusty pink mules.
Vikram Bachhalyā stretched himself and strolled casually out of view.
“Musarrat Kħālid,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus called, “where the hell are you?”
Musarrat Kħālid appeared, inscrutable, calm and anxious to her mistress’s calls.
She appreciated Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Most of the Ved Nagar film industry wives screamed at their secretaries.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus never did it.
She was always sophisticated.
What a pleasant exception Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was to the other Ved Nagar film industry wives.
The same Hollywood wives were there.
The same Bollywood wives were there.
The same Lollywood wives were there.
The same Tollywood wives were there.
Yet, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was quite different with them.
“There was Vikram Bachhalyā out by the pool. I wonder what the Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim’s Hindu husband was doing there. A Bachhalyā rarely loves a Musalmān Beauty. All the Bachhalyās are crazily obsessed with the Brāhmañ Beauties. You know that, Musarrat Kħālid, don’t you?”
Musarrat Kħālid smiled patiently,
“Durgesh is also a Bachhalyā, ma’am.”
“There are exceptions too, to every general attitude we notice about others.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled patiently too, “Don’t you think so?”
“That’s good. Make sure all the doors are locked.”
Musarrat Kħālid nodded,
She began to collect debris of clutter from Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s bedside table. Dirty Kleenex, a half finished glass of wine, a rifled box of chocolates.
“Musarrat,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus addressed her again.
“Don’t get excited, Señora.” Musarrat Kħālid said stoically, “Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim ma’am is not feeling good. She requested Vikram Bachhalyā, her husband…”
Musarrat Kħālid even couldn’t complete her sentence.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me that before?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus scolded Musarrat Kħālid and flung herself into her bathroom.
She slammed the door so hard that a framed print sprang off the wall and crashed to the floor.
Dumb ass woman.
It was impossible to get good help anymore.
They came. They went.
They did not give a damn even if you were raped and ravaged in your own home.
And this would have to happen while Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was away on location.
Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim would never have dared to pretend to be sick if Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was here.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus flung off her robe, slipped out of her nightgown, and stepped under the invigorating sharpness of an ice cold shower.
She gritted her teeth.
Cold shower was best for the skin.
It tightened everything up.
Allah målūm, God knows, even with the gym and yoga and the modern dance class it still all needed tightening.
No, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus wasn’t fat even a bit.
She knew very well how incredibly beautiful she was.
People were either jealous or crazy of her incredible Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauty.
She was aware of it.
She knew it was her greatest weapon in this damn male dominated world.
Her brother in law, her dévar, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, hated the ground Al Safiyah Al Ghaus walked on, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus knew.
But what can the damn fool do?
He is claiming now Al Safiyah Al Ghaus has murdered her former husband.
But can the moron explain why the hell she worked as a hostess before marrying Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled.
She wasn’t born yesterday.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim still has a long way to understand what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus really was.
The life had taught her more than it taught Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled shrewdly.
She lived now in a six bedroomed, seven bathroomed, Ved Nagar Film Industry palace.
On the flats too.
Not stuck up in the hills.
On the flats.
Prime real Estate.
Her extraordinary devastating Musalmān beauty is perfectly being taken care of.
Her hair was a rich brown, cut short and tipped with golden streaks.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān skin was alabaster white and smooth.
Thanks to regular facials.
Her teeth were white and even.
She was prudent enough never to stop reading and learning.
Most of the Ved Nagar film industry wives criticize Al Safiyah Al Ghaus that she reads so much.
They didn’t understand its benefits.
Moreover, the proud Musalmān Beauties neither wanted to read and keep on improving themselves as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus did without failure nonstop.
Most of the Ved Nagar film industry wives used to read Hollywood stuff only.
‘Vogue’, ‘People’, ‘Us’.
They skimmed the trades, ‘Variety’ and ‘Hollywood Reporter’.
Wasn’t Ronald Regan elected the President?
If they can do it, why the hell can’t Al Nadīm Al Quddūs even?
Yes, he isn’t a star as Ronald Regan.
But he is a first class screenplay writer.
He can dream wonderfully.
He was one of the best dreamers in Ved Nagar Film Industry, Hollywood, Bollywood, Lollywood and Tollywood.
His screenplays were always stupendous hits.
After Salim Javed Al Nadīm Al Quddūs has also made a writer a star.*
Despite frantic and desperate attempts from Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus knew how obsessed Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was with her.
He deliberately chose to marry a gambling house hostess, a shill, from Las Vegas, Nevada.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus knew it was the only place she could impress the then successful screenplay writer of Ved Nagar Film Industry.
He could be a stepladder for her to fulfill her dreams.
She could easily make it with a dreamer.
The realists were not for her.
They love money/ career/life more than they love anything else.
Durgesh is a realist.
Yes, he is a dreamer too.
But he is a realist dreamer.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs wasn’t a realist at all.
He was only a dreamer.
He could be a stepladder for her.
He has his own mission.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus has her own mission.
Durgesh could help her in her mission, but not as a stepladder.
Durgesh is too prudent, too realistic.
It was a big mansion, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim lived in with her Bachhalyā Hindu husband, Pratāp Bachhalyā.
The house was one of the show places of Ved Nagar.
It had side porches, spacious grounds, shade trees, lawns, summerhouses, terraces, winding walks and swimming pools.
It was a vast exquisite dwelling.
It showed, rather exhibited, the multi millions Pratāp Bachhalyā and his extremely beautiful wife, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, possessed.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī turned my limousine in at the driveway.
Together with the big garage, the driveway was itself magnificent.
The hard surfaced driveway cut through in a businesslike straight line past the winding walks that followed the contours of the terraced grounds.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, the ambitious sister of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, now a successful lawyer herself, stopped my limousine.
She rang the bell second time before we heard confident steps, knees, elbows and palms, and then the door was opened by extremely beautiful Al Lubnā Al Qāsim and Pratāp Bachhalyā themselves.
Al Lubnā Al Qāsim smiled at her elder sister.
She was their lawyer despite she was an integral part of HVS Law Internationals now.
The Al Qāsims still had their faith in their own blood?
I didn’t know.
Al Lubnā Al Qāsim was similarly on her knees and elbows as her elder sister, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, was.
Pratāp Bachhalyā was fucking Al Lubnā Al Qāsim from her gorgeous behind as I was fucking Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
It was Ved Nagar.
Nonstop sophisticated fucking was entirely legal and normal here.
It was in India, but it was a largely privileged Global City, rather Inter Universal to be more correct and more specific.
“Welcome,” Pratāp Bachhalyā and Al Lubnā Al Qāsim smiled, “Come in, please.”
“Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs Bhāījān, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Vikram Bachhalyā…”
Al Lubnā Al Qāsim interrupted Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī in her mid sentence.
“They all have already come. You are rather late.”*
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and I followed Al Lubnā Al Qāsim and Pratāp Bachhalyā.
The room we entered in, was thoroughly in keeping with the rest of the house.
It was a large spacious library.
Both Al Lubnā Al Qāsim and her husband, Pratāp Bachhalyā, were great believers in reading and keeping themselves update.
So were Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and I.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was not my live in relationship partner exactly.
She was my friend and sister in law, my Salhaj, actually.
Yet, we fucked now openly.
Even her husband appreciated our exquisite fucking.
The entire Al Qāsim sisters were thoroughly devastating Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties.
I smiled at Pratāp Bachhalyā.
“You are one of the luckiest men, Pratāp. Your wife is really a devastating Musalmān Beauty. Congratulations.”
Pratāp Bachhalyā smiled graciously.
“Thank you very much.”
In the center of the library, there was a massive mahogany table.
There were three huge table lamps on the table.
The shades were some four feet in diameter at the bottom.
They were composed of heavy leather.
The clustered lamps on the interior poured fourth illumination upon the huge table and sprayed light out through the openings in the tops of the shades.
Six chairs had been drawn up at the table.
Three of them were occupied.
The fourth was evidently occupied by Al Lubnā Al Qāsim and Pratāp Bachhalyā.
Evidently, they were fucking on the fourth chair, as Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Vikram Bachhalyā were still fucking on the third.
The fifth chair was occupied by Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
The last sixth chair was occupied by Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs were also husband and wife.
Yet they were sitting on separate chairs fully clothed.
“Hey,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī laughed at them, “aren’t you too husband and wife?”
“Sure we are.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said curtly, “But I am neither Vikram Bachhalyā nor Pratāp Bachhalyā. I am Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. Remember?”
Vikram Bachhalyā fucking Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Pratāp Bachhalyā fucking Al Lubnā Al Qāsim laughed.
Both the younger sisters of Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Al Lubnā Al Qāsim laughed too.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was shamelessly not embarrassed.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked shameful of herself.
“Sorry, Al Hudā , your cousin is a finicky. He doesn’t care ever even a bit how embarrassed and shameful I am feeling myself, as if my husband has died or divorced me already. His backward morals…”
“Backward morals hell,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said curtly, “I am not an ever sexy Hindu. And you knew it very well before you married me. Didn’t you?”
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Imām Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t even in the least surprised when he found not even a single hand rose in his support.
It couldn’t be achieved only in a single year.
Not only Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, herself too knew there were so many illegal militant organizations of Pseudo Musalmīn working clandestinely in former Saůūdī Årab, present Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
It was a backbreaking job.
Yet, it didn’t mean anything.
She looked comfortable and friendly.
It was appropriate for the job Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had entrusted to her.
“Your friend has gone crazy.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said gravely, “Her success has gone over her head. It isn’t easy for everyone to digest her/his incredulous miraculous success.”
“No one in the Executive Council agreed with you.”
“They’d kill her.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan burst out.
“If they could have, they would have already.”*
Bābarah Åālamgīr paused before answering.
“At first I thought it was a vacation fuck, but I’m starting to wonder now if both of them are seeing more, and just don’t want to admit it yet. Have you noticed the way she looks at me, and the way she’s suddenly getting all domestic with cooking and all. Did you know she did my laundry today, without me knowing? I teased them both about getting me a new Ammī. Isn’t it interesting? A new Ammī of my own age, I mean. My childhood friend is my new Ammī. I think that maybe we just might, in time. I didn’t realize it at the time, but Durgesh was really hurt by the whole Live in Relationship Partner thing. I can’t see him running back into it or any kind of commitment.”
They lay there quietly for a while.
Zubaydah Bābar started to purr, to hum, in response.
“You know Zubaydah Bābar hasn’t had her orgasm yet. What do you say Nishāt Nazli? Wanna gang up on her? I’ll take the bottom, you take the top, and then we’ll switch.” Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at Nishāt Nazli impishly.
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Nishāt Nazli laughed.
They both moved into position to give pleasure to their friend, Zubaydah Bābar.*
“You are becoming over cautious, Abbū. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is now our administrator. She has proven to be more successful and smarter than we are. Congratulations, you’ve succeeded in making your daughter even more than what you wanted to make her when you were only a Mukħtār at Tabah. Only she has gone too far ahead. We don’t know now exactly in what the more Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is capable. Durgesh has made her a living legend. I don’t know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is really a reincarnation of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza or not. But I’m certain most of us suspect now that she may be. Moreover, they believe she has also attained her Svarūpé Avasthānam as Durgesh has.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan retorted.
“If there is actually a stage of human evolution that’s called Svarūpé Avasthānam.”
“I see. You don’t believe in Svarūpé Avasthānam at all, do you?”
“I’m not a sucker enough to do so.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said curtly.
“Not on the cost of her very life, no.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said furiously, “She doesn’t understand she is playing with dynamite. Running the seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, was one thing and establishing an Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah is quite another thing. They won’t let her do it ever.”
“I see.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said sarcastically, “Am I under arrest in that case?”
“I request you not to make my job difficult.”
“We know you think no ideology is finished forever really. It may lose its political power only.”
“That’s not what I think, that’s the truth, damn you.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched her sternly.
“You bunch of fools, only because you’ve succeeded in abolishing the age old kingdom of Pseudo Musalmīn from Saůūdī Årab only, you think all the rest of the Pseudo Islamic Countries would also surrender to you in establishing your dream Ummat Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah? All right, there is no use in arguing with you. How do you intend to treat me, now?”
“Okay, shall I stand you a drink?”
“Later, perhaps, but for now, please sit down. I’m still your niece.”
“I request you again not to make my job more difficult.”
“They killed every Musalmān woman however smart, however intelligent she was, whenever she tried to rule them. They managed even to bring Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāýéshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā when even Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza revolted. They never allowed even Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza to be the Kħalīfatul Musalmīn.”
“Sure, so far.”*
It was not till midnight that two guards came to remove Imām Muħammad Ħasan from what was, he had to admit, a quite luxurious room.
It was as luxurious as the rooms found only in Ved Nagar.
No other city and/or country could even dream to afford such luxurious rooms.
The room was at Security Headquarters.
It was luxurious, yet locked.
A prison cell?
Are we really as resourceful now as we can afford such luxurious prison cell now?
Imām Muħammad Ħasan wondered.
He had over six hours to second-guess himself bitterly, striding restlessly across the floor for much of the period.
Why did he trust even now Nafīsah Salmān?
Hasn’t she cuckolded him?
Yet, he was over self-confident.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan believed he was far smarter than he really was.
And his over confidence is still continued.
His optimism is incurable.
Why shouldn’t he trust Nafīsah Salmān even now?
Actually, Imām Muħammad Ħasan was neither terrorist, nor criminal.
He only acted to deceive Nafīsah Salmān to be so.
Durgesh was right.
Durgesh was almost always right.
What a man!
What a miraculous man.
What a wonderfully intelligent man!
It served other purposes.
None could understand Durgesh’s planning.
Only his Pitr’shrī and then his own younger brother could understand Durgesh.
His Pitr’shrī explained it to his younger brothers and cousins.
He made Durgesh to explain it to Prakāsh.
Wasn’t it incredible that Prakāsh was so convinced and so dedicated that he sacrificed his entire life, his entire career, to the mission?
The extent Prakāsh believed his elder brother!
The extent Prakāsh had faith in him.
He sacrificed his career as a potential mathematician.
He sacrificed his career as a potential scientist too.
A great sacrifice of course.
He said he couldn’t manage both his study of science and the HVSI administration entrusted to him.
He decided he had to sacrifice his career in mathematical science so that he could make the dream of HVSI come true.
A great decision at that time.
They worked hard 24x7x365
And now they are as successful as none else.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was inspired from it.
He found to his extremely pleasant surprise his daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan extraordinary brilliant.
Suddenly Imām Muħammad Ħasan found a guard was addressing him repeatedly and absolutely engrossed in his nonstop chain of thoughts, he hasn’t even heard him.
“Yes, please.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan addressed the guard.
“You will have to come with us, Councilman,” the senior of the two guards said with unemotional gravity.
His insignia showed him to be a lieutenant.
He had a scar on his left cheek.
He didn’t look tired at all even now.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t budge.
“Your name, lieutenant.”
“I am Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, Councilman.”
“I try to live the great name. Thank you, Councilman.”
“How?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said ironically, “By breaking the law?”
“You realize you are breaking the law, Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī. You can’t arrest a Councilman.”
“We have our direct orders, sir.”
“You know very well that doesn’t matter. Did you fight for establishment of this kind of Democracy? She promised us a Democracy. Didn’t she? Yet, if it’s the Democracy what the hell was different in the kingdom of Assaåūds?”
He didn’t even try to answer him.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan continued furiously.
“If it’s really a Democracy, how the hell you can be ordered to arrest a Councilman? Don’t you understand that you’d be liable for a court martial as its result?”
The lieutenant smiled cunningly.
“Who said we are arresting you, Councilman?”
“I see. So you are also involved in her game she’s playing?”
“Okay. I won’t argue with you. If I’m not under arrest, I don’t have to go with you anywhere.”
“We have been instructed to escort you to your home, sir.”
“Well, it happens that I know the way myself.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said sarcastically, “I wasn’t born yesterday. I don’t need your damn escort.”
Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī managed to feign gravity, yet respectfully still now,
“We have to protect you too, en route.”
“From what? From whom?”
“From any potential mob that may gather.”
“Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat is the most popular individual here now. You’ve opposed her openly in the Executive Council itself. There may be some over enthusiasts to harm you, sir. The possibility cannot be ruled out absolutely. The government has to provide you enough security to protect you from any potential harm from such over enthusiasts.”
“I see. So you are too deeply involved in her games? To which of her seven movements do you belong, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service?”
Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled.
“I don’t know what you are implying, sir, Councilman.”
“With all due respect to you, sir, I can’t and won’t stop you from any loud thinking whatsoever you please, Councilman.”
“You are a major shareholder of that movement yourself, Councilman. What do you think; you don’t belong to that movement even having such a large investment in it?”
“Allah, I’ll be damned.”
“I beg your pardon, sir.”
“Nothing. Never mind.”
“You, being the major shareholder in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club movement, need more protection from Pseudo Musalmīn than even you imagine, sir.” Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said with prodigal sweetness and respect, “It is one of the main reasons we’ve waited for midnight. And, now, sir, for your protection we must ask you to come with us. May I say, not as a threat but as information rather, that we are authorized to use force if necessary.”*
Only HVSI manufactured Eīshān Vaigyānic Whips till last year.
Having monopoly in it, HVSI had made grand money by selling them in international market.
Now, HVSI had lost its monopoly.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan rose with whatever dignity he could muster even now.
“Okay, Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, to my home, then. Or will I find out that you are going to take me to prison instead?”
“We have not been instructed to lie, to you, sir.” Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said with a pride of his own.
It didn’t mean he never lied to anyone.
For the second time in a week, he had lied to Jamīlah Bū Pāshā even about his hours, to get away from home early.
Suddenly he felt furtive, secretive, and uneasy about so naturally― well, almost.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan became aware that he was in the presence of a professional man.
He would require a direct order before he would lie.
And even then, his expression and his tone of voice would give him away.
“I ask your pardon, Lieutenant.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said, “I didn’t mean to imply that I doubted your word.”
A ground car was waiting for them outside.
The street was empty.
There was no sign of any human being, let alone a mob.
Even then, the lieutenant had been truthful.
He had not said there was a mob outside or that one would form.
He had referred to ‘any mob that may gather.’
He had only said ‘may’.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could not have twisted away and made a run for it.
The car moved off.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan said,
“Once I am home, I presume I may then go about my business freely― that I may leave, for instance, if I choose.”
“We have no order to interfere with you, Councilman, in any way, except insofar as we are ordered to protect you.”
“Insofar? What the hell does that mean in this case?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan was again furious.
Yet, as soon as he expressed his fury, he realized immediately that he was wasting his energy in vain.
Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had to do what he was instructed to.
He couldn’t disobey Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, his daughter.
Why the hell can’t he understand his daughter is more powerful now?
He knew very well how dangerous the job, he was entrusted to, was.
The message Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted to send to the Pseudo Musalmīn, was if I can’t spare my own Abbū to differ with my dream project Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, how the hell you think I would let you do it?
Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said gravely.
“Sorry, Councilman, sir, I am instructed to tell you that once you are home, for your own safety you may not leave it. The streets of Dārussalām are not safe for you. I am responsible for your safety, sir. You are not only a Councilman, you also the father of our Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled sarcastically.
“So, my own daughter has put me under house arrest?”
“I’m not a lawyer, Councilman. I don’t know what that means.”
Lieutenant Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gazed ahead straight.
Yet, his elbow made contact with Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s side.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could not have moved, however slightly, without the lieutenant becoming aware of it.
Even the White House couldn’t match it in its grandness and luxuries.
“I’ll get out first, Councilman. We will escort you in.”
“For my safety?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled ironically.
There were two guards waiting inside the front door.
A night light was gleaming, but the windows had been opacified.
Moreover, it was not visible from outside.
Then he dismissed it with an inward shrug.
If the Executive Council itself could not protect a Councilman from the ever aggressive Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, in the Council Chamber itself, then surely her own residence could never serve him as his castle.
“How many of you do I have in here altogether? A regiment?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked heatedly.
“No, Abbū.” Came a voice, soft, melodious, yet steady and powerful simultaneously. “Just one person you are already habitual of, aside from those you are already acquainted with, for the last year at least. And I have been waiting for you, long enough.”
“Time enough, Abbū, don’t you think, for us to talk person to person?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan stared.
“All this rigmarole to―”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan interrupted him in a low, yet forceful voice,
“Quiet please, Abbū. ―And you four, outside. Outside! ―All will be well in here.”
The four guards saluted and turned on their heels.
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6. On Hinduism
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6. On Hinduism
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Spring had come to Washington, a city, like the nation, happy with joy and cheers.
Spring had come to the new President’s Oval Office, where those who worked with her and for her were waiting for Jacqueline Lincoln.
What the hell more she wanted from her life?
Just eighteen Just adult she was the permanent Live in Relationship Partner of a man that was unique and legendary in the entire human history.
He was still young despite his sixty three had already completed.
And now her own best friend was the new President of USA.
What more Nadirah Muħammad Yåqūb needed?
The young beautiful girl, Jacqueline Lincoln, was the top executive, Chief Executive to be more precise, of the world’s most important nation.
Well, Jacqueline Lincoln deserved it however.
Everyone had laughed at Jacqueline Lincoln when she raped me.
“That’s why it was necessary, Mom, for a bold Protestant girl to rape the Hindu Stupid.”
“What do you mean?”Dolly Carter looked at her daughter in perplexity.
“Durgesh is the most important man now. Don’t you agree with me?”
“Well, he is the dream man of you young ladies, I know.” Dolly Carter teased her most ambitious daughter.
Jacqueline Lincoln smiled at her mother.
“Mommy, I know you too love the Hindu beast. And I suspect you do too have sex with him, haven’t you?”
“Nonsense, Jacqueline Lincoln, you―”
“Momma, I’m quite adult now. I understand what we womankind need even more than mankind.”
“You feminist bitch, don’t tell me you are also a nudist exhibitionist as your Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the Utmost Ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allāhu tålā ånhā is.”
Jacqueline Lincoln smiled.
“As if you were not, in your younger days.”
Dolly Carter advanced to the window.
“Yes, I was. I was so proud of my extremely beautiful female body that I wanted to show the entire Multiverse what I had the rest of them didn’t.”
“You still have that miraculous extremely beautiful female body, Momma.” Jacqueline Lincoln was proud of her mother suddenly.
“Yes,” Dolly Carter turned to her daughter and smiled, “I still have it. But now I’m more experienced, my child.”
“What do you mean?”
“My dear child, you are my daughter. A mother always tries not to talk about her sex life with her children.”
“But it doesn’t mean she hasn’t any sex life.” Jacqueline Lincoln was furious, “does it?”
“No.” Dolly Carter accepted, “it doesn’t.”
“Then why the hypocrisy, Mom?”*
Nadirah Muħammad Yåqūb observed.
They were no longer gathered around the Cabinet table.
General Alfred Washington was pacing near the telephone.
Yet, he wasn’t worried.
The new President is only a young lady.
Everyone thought Jacqueline Lincoln would lose the election.
The entire USA, all its fifty states, couldn’t be so childish ever that an independent candidate, neither Democratic nor Republican, can defeat both the authorized Democratic and Republican Presidential candidates.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, it would happen.
None believed her.
“Certainly not, my child, certainly not.” Former Miss Universe, Dolly Carter, said, “You succeeded in removing the age long Kingdom from Saůūdī Årab, because Saůūdī Årab is a Pseudo Islamic country after all.”
“What do you mean?”
Former Miss Universe, Dolly Carter smiled discordantly.
“The point I’m trying to make and you are deliberately trying not to admit, is that it was rumored widely and being hammered 24×7 that you are a Parahuman. You are Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allāhu tålā ånhā yourself. The ever backward and ever superstitious Ummat-e-Muslimah believed it. They believed it beyond every rational whatsoever, every logic whatsoever, that a young Musalmān girl, nudist, feminist, having sex with a Hindu who established Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire, openly, who fucks Musalmān Beauties under Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service and Durgesh Farīdah Jalal Sheikħ Sex Therapy, can be Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā herself. Can anyone believe it? But most of the Muslimāt and Musalmīn believed it. They even believed that Durgesh is Ħazrat Mahdī ålayhissalām himself. Nonsense.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling prudently unhurriedly.
“The hell with you all. I still can’t believe it this miracle has happened.”
“Auntie, please!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed gently.
“Is there anything wrong in what I said?”
“Not in gist, auntie.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan also smiled patiently, “But in your over enthusiasm to prove us Muslimāt and Musalmīn backward and grossly superstitious, actually you have over simplified us Muslimāt’s entire one thousand four hundred years tremendous Jihad against Pseudo Islam. It was not that easy, auntie, as you have summarized it.”*
He couldn’t believe still now that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is really succeeding.
Can she really succeed in removing the age long regime of Assaåūds?
Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān still enjoyed a sense of elation, a sense of ecstasy, at the excellent reception given his speech at the United Nations.
He can say anything until he holds the absolutely unsuspected faith of the family,
The family has profound faith in his constantly successful foreign policy.
Yet he has to show the entire globe that he is also against her.
They would lose their ever undisputed faith in him.
He would be removed from his post.
And thus, he wouldn’t be able to help her movements
from inside diplomatically.
Especially the delegates of the Islamic World appreciated him much more than the rest of the audience.
Even Jacqueline Lincoln had assured him that she would tell Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan how he is successfully helping their all the four movements: Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, and JetMusalmān BeautiesSquadas diplomatically as possible.
While even the Saůūdī Årab ambassador to the United Nations, his own real younger sister, Sheikħzādī Al Kħālidah Assaåūd, delivered the routine speeches, it was Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd, the veteran foreign minister of Saůūdī Årab, that really stole the glory.
That’s why he was always sent to New York to make the more crucial public statements.
This morning’s address, on the continuing increasing political power of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, internationally, had been a crucial speech.
Moreover, it had gone down well.
His own enthusiastic word still echoed in his own ears:
“I have immense respect and profound honor for my Muslimāt sisters who are increasingly losing their faith in our ever ancient marriage institution and surrendering to Live in Relationship, in a constantly increasing great number I must say, with the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.”
He always used to say it and he was always appreciated somewhat similarly.
“Allah Subħān Wa tålā orders:
‘Wa lā tunkiħū almushrikīn ħattā yu’minū’
‘And do not marry polytheistic men until they believe.’
Again there was a bigger storm of applause from the Muslimāt.
It lasted more, moreover.
His indignant royal family had objected.
“This interpretation of this Āyat-e-Karīmah is wrong.”
“It doesn’t mean…”
“The hell it doesn’t. It does. It does mean that our Musalmān houseladies are doing nothing wrong. So the slogans being used against us that our family is not devoted to Islam anymore as it was once, are entirely unjustified, wrong and only politically motivated.”*
He had ignored her if she was only his sister.
But she was the Ambassador of Saůūdī Årab to United Nations too.
He couldn’t tolerate it.
May be there was an acceptable excuse.
He was hardly aware now of the Saůūdī Årab security guard beside him.
He hadn’t expected it.
She led the way to her safe office rather hastily somewhat.
He knew his sister very well.
It wasn’t her characteristic at all.
Always try to keep your patience whatsoever may the circumstances are.
She was trying her best to hide it.
Yet, he knew his younger sister better.
She was biting her lower lip every now and then.
And it was only when she was impatient.
Her office was already electronically secured against eavesdropping.
She shut the door behind them carefully.
She appeared strained somewhat.
“Bhāījān, my apologies for having to walk out during your magnificent speech. I was called away by an urgent emergency phone call from Riyadh.”
“Yes, from Åāýéshah Siddīqah herself, none other.”
None knew what the masterminds conspired to.
But suddenly Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service was an international movement supported by Cuckold Your Musalmān husband Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club Ashvinātam Gangbang Club Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh and JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad.
“Massive. Whatever happens but the old man is through. If he comes out of the coma, recovers, he’ll be a vegetable, incapacitated. Or he may linger on in his present state. At best the doctors give him no more than a month.”
“King Al Ħanīf Assaåūd himself has refused it.”
“He had ordered before going into coma not to play with the sanctity of any of his Musalmān houseladies.”
“Nonsense. And the royal family has agreed?”
“Well, every Musalmān houselady of the royal family is ready to sacrifice her sanctity to Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock. Yet, when they declared their consent to it the patient in coma, King Al Ħanīf Assaåūd, registered a great fall in his health. The doctors has announced that under the circumstances even Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy might be disastrous to King Al Ħanīf Assaåūd.”
“I can’t believe this nonsense.”
“That’s why the entire royal family has decided King Al Ħanīf Assaåūd’s successor to be alerted and placed on standby. That’s why General Åāýéshah Siddīqah, the Chairperson of Al Mutwåīn, called. She wanted you to be informed that an informal vote of the entire Royal Family overwhelmingly favors you as the next King of Saůūdī Årab. Congratulations, Bhāījān.”
She stuck out her hand.
His brain was asking.
‘Sheikħzādah Al Moåīn Assaåūd?’
‘Sheikħzādah Al Moåīn Assaåūd?’
‘What happened of him?’
Yet he never asked this question.
Why should he?
Let the bloody Sheikħzādah Al Moåīn Assaåūd go to hell.
He felt himself suffering from imbalance.
Controlling himself with every effort he could gather he made his way to the sofa, groped for an arm of it and lowered himself to a cushion.
“Let me get you a drink, Bhāījān.” Ambassador Sheikħzādī Al Kħālidah Assaåūd smiled in a celebratory mood, “One for each of us. What would you prefer, whisky or vodka? I’ve Stolichnaya. Let’s drink to it.”
She started for the bar.
Reclining low in the rear seat of the bulletproof Dārussalām limousine, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan felt like an ancient queen.
Well, wasn’t it better to be a President of a nation now, instead of being its queen?
She had similar feeling this early morning.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan actually had the similar feeling every morning of the past week.
Up ahead, through the distortion of the bent windshield, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could make out the motorcycle escort, red light flashing.
Behind her, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could hear the higher pitch of the protective sedan that contained the remainder of her complement of bodyguards.
Within the luxurious limousine there was every freedom.
In the front seat, the driver and the man next to him were Secret Service agents of the Dārussalām Detail.
It wanted some Saůūdī Årab there too.
The chauffeur’s gaze was directed straight ahead.
Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, pressed her black naqāb more tightly to her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head as the wind whipped in, through the opening of the electric window beside the driver.
It was in the years when she belonged to herself.
When she wasn’t even Utmost Ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza.
She recognized the all-female Hotel Al Kħawātīn too, the Hotel Al Binnāt Al Tāhirāt, the Lebanon Embassy.
In minutes, the limousine would take her away from all this, around Kħātūn-e-Jannat Square, and to Executive Avenue and the south entrance of the stately Executive Mansion.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had waited with excitement the inevitability of this most important day in her life.
She never knew she would really succeed when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had planned it all.
Yes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had masterminded it all.
It was her dream coming true now.
It was her moving day.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t allow him to take even a single one of them with him.
“They are the only guarantee I have against your potential betrayal of us, Al Moåīn.”
“I am not a fool enough to…”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had raised her right hand.
“You are dead for them and for the rest of the world, aren’t you?”
“Okay, no problem, my lady.”
“I promise to take care of them individually personally.”
“You? Personally? I thought Durgesh would fuck all of them and…”
“That’s right, my child, that’s right. That’s the way I personally take care of the extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies of my enemies.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had laughed skeptically.*
She was now only the chairperson of the women’s organization of Saůūdī Årab.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has to treat men and women alike now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can’t allow any privilege to anyone in the matter.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan brought her eyes from the window to the radiophone beside her.
Transiently Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wondered what the agent was so grave about.
Was her expression that of anxiety over her responsibility?
“Yes,” this very Ůzrah Taymūr had argued with her, “Islam originally supports Democracy. Even Ħuzūrs died without instructing anyone who his successor would be. Hes left it on the shoulders of the then Ummat-e-Muslimah present. Yet, even Ħazrat Siddīq-e-Åāzamrzudidn’t follow this tradition established by Ħuzūrs himself. Herzu nominated Ħazrat Fārūq-e-Åāzamrzu instead of leaving it on the shoulders of then Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“I doubt it, Naåīmah.”
“Even if it’s true we are successfully using the Hindu multi zillionaire’s multi zillions for our Islamic movement. Isn’t it?”
“Then what’s bothering you?”
“So that you can use his multi zillions for Aqāmat-e-Dīn. What is wrong there?”
“Nothing actually too. Stop being as obnoxious as to doubt everything even if you haven’t any proof for it.”
“Caution is better than ultimate failure, I think.” Ůzrah Taymūr had retorted.*
It was throughout the week that, Ůzrah Taymūr was on guard, outside the Dārussalām Presidential Office.
This morning Ůzrah Taymūr had appeared at daybreak.
She said that she was on a split shift today, four hours now and four hours in the afternoon.
There had also been several pieces of Al Sadar Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s furniture, a magnificent bedroom desk and bench, a maroon leather armchair, a tall lamp with a shade that her Abbū Imām Muħammad Ħasan himself had painted so long ago.
The Revels chair was also with the furniture.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was most proud of its possession.
How could Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ignore anyone of her five movements: Cuckold Your Musalmān husband Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club Ashvinātam Gangbang Club Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad?
It was a genuine John Henry Belter rosewood chair with an upholstered panel in its scrolled back.
There was an upholstered felt seat also in it.
Her Abbū said it was handmade in New York in 1870s.
He had become the first Negro to sit in the United States Senate.
“But Abbū, someone has told me that Hiram R. Revels, of Mississippi had converted into Hinduism later on and he followed Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar, the Mudgal Hindu emperor that was so against Islam he used to sleep with his feet deliberately stretched to the West toward Makkah Mukarramah, Kħāna-e-Kåbah.”
“The hell with these rumors. My dear child, there is a society in Hindus that calls themselves Bachhalyā. They are the most successful diplomats and politicians among Hindus. It is said that even Rājpūts are the descendants of the Bachhalyās. The Hindu mythology about the Bachhalyās is that they are the real sons of Param Purush and BrahmJagdambās themselves.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled discreetly.
“Why not? Why not?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said cynically, “Your Durgesh is himself a Bachhalyā genetically. That’s why he’s so ever shrewdest in every matter. It is said that there is a time period according to Hindu mythology that’s called Brāhm Kalp.”
“Yes, your Hindu son in law Durgesh has told me about Brāhm Kalp mythology of the Hindus. It’s an era that starts every now and then after every other era. And once it’s started, it runs repeatedly to almost infinity. Durgesh says the Brāhm Kalp has started once again now.”
“I don’t think so, Abbū, Durgesh has so many evidences too, to prove what he has told me.”*
After the Army truck had wheeled away toward the Dārussalām, followed in a Presidential staff car by Nafīsah Salmān and Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Ůzrah Taymūr and the other Secret Service agents had waited to escort President Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.
She must be discreet however.
Yet, she must also find out constantly what she could do as a President and what she can’t.
Yes, Durgesh has provided her countless lady robots manufactured by HVSI.
They have every information Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can ever need.
Yet why shouldn’t she find out what Ůzrah Taymūr herself knows?
The Secret Service agent turned her beautiful head,
“Yes, ma’am― I mean Madam President?”
“I want to ask you a question.”
“Anything, Madam President. Pardon me if I keep my eyes on the street while I talk. Duty, Madam President.”
Ůzrah Taymūr was attentive.
But her eyes were pointed to what lay out beyond the limousine window in the gray morning.
“I couldn’t get proper time until now to acquaint myself with the functions of the Secret Service. Yet I do gather your Detail is assigned to protect me at all times.”
“Yes, Madam President. I’ve been ordered to follow USA laws in the matter until we have our own Constitution. According to USA laws, since 1901, Title 18, United States Code, Section 3056, amended and approved by the 82nd and 83rd Congress.” Recited Ůzrah Taymūr.
Then she went on,
“Subject to the discretion of the Treasury, the United States Secret Service, Treasury Department, is authorized to protect the person of the President of the United States, in this case, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, the President of former Saůūdī Årab, and the members of her family.”
“Excellent.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cooed, “I hope you would remember similarly in quite detail when our own Constitution would replace it.”
Ůzrah Taymūr nodded gravely.
“Sure, Madam President.”
“I gathered that I haven’t been out of your sight for a second this week. Of course, that excludes when I’ve gone to the bathroom or have been asleep. Does it always have to be that way? Isn’t there some time when I can go alone, privately, to see certain― certain friends?”
Keeping her gravity continued, Ůzrah Taymūr shook her beautiful head.
“I’m sorry, Madam President. How can we protect you if we aren’t with you?”
Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22:
‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’
Kħadījah Muħammad slipped inconspicuously into my in-home private office.
I looked up fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah also smiled at her in response.
“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb to see you, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħadījah Muħammad addressed me.
“Tell her to wait at least one hour.” I frowned, “You know I need sex very much. I’ve just started with Åāyeshah Siddīqah. And I need at least one hour.”
“I too.”Åāyeshah Siddīqah cooed.
Kħadījah Muħammad kept smiling.
“I told her. Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb hasn’t any objection to meet you, even while you are fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah.”
“What?” I could not believe.
Even Åāyeshah Siddīqah looked at me incredulously.
Kħadījah Muħammad still kept smiling.
“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb says she understands.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at me.
“Congratulations, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I think the Wahābī Musalmān bitch also wants to get laid. Call her in.”
I tolerated raising my right hand.
“One minute. What does she say herself?”
“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb? She says it’s highly personal and confidential.” Kħadījah Muħammad winked at me.
I was playing with her ever gorgeous Sunni Musalmān buttocks.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah was looking into my eyes, gratefully, indebted.
“Well,” I said, “Tell Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb to give you an idea of what it’s about if she wants to see me.” I sped up my penetrations to Åāyeshah Siddīqah more and more. My Uncut Hindu Penis was burning inside her, “And then make an appointment for…”
“Exactly.” Kħadījah Muħammad said.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah laughed.
Kħadījah Muħammad also laughed.
“Well,” I contradicted, fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah fervently, “it isn’t infinite.”
“The hell it isn’t.”Kħadījah Muħammad was irate, “even if it isn’t now, it’s going to be infinite, very soon.”
“Āmīn.”Åāyeshah Siddīqah said excitedly.
I let it go at that.
What was the use?
They all were obstinate to it.
Their argument was, it was not a Sex Empire.
And it was very much in need, everywhere.
I let a grin spread over my face,
“Conspiracy ?”Kħadījah Muħammad smiled, “First the daughter managed to have you inside her. Now the Ammījān has come to show her Wahābī Musalmān righteous indignation. So that to subside her, you fuck her too?”
“Allah Allah!” Kħadījah Muħammad was immediately all praise, wide eyed innocently, “She says she is forty five. I doubt. She could be thirty-five only at the most. And Yā Allaaaaah! What a Wahābī Musalmān Beauty ! I bet you you’d fuck her as soon as Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb enters this office.”
“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb is rather capable.”Kħadījah Muħammad said smiling, “She seems to have a lot of poise. Sophisticatedly dressed, enormously good clothes and she wears them well.”
“Idiot, even if Durgesh is hardening more and more inside you, hearing of Ilāhī Al Wahāb, what’s wrong in it for you? Why don’t you enjoy the more hardened Uncut Hindu Prick of Durgesh deepest into your ravenous Sunni Musalmān Cunt?”
I looked at Kħadījah Muħammad.
“I’ve described her so seductively? Just watch her and decide yourself.”
Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb was escorted into my in-house private office by Kħadījah Muħammad, at last.
She was really a dazzling Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.
Kħadījah Muħammad was absolutely right.
Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb moved with swift efficiency.
She must have been accustomed to move in offices.
Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb was certainly accustomed to meeting people.
“Well, well, well. Hello, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled winking at me, “Enjoying your most favorite thing, sex, with one of your most devoted Musalmān Beauty? I suspected I’d find my daughter instead of Åāyeshah Siddīqah, under you.”
I smiled and returned her wink significantly.
“Wrong. On the contrary, I wouldn’t have even entered here if my daughter were here with you.” Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed cordially.
“You can’t see very well now. You are flying in paradise.”
“Thank you.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah thanked her even before I could reply Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb.
Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled.
“You are not stranger now, to us Musalmān Beauties at least. Most of us even dream now of you fucking her passionately. You’re the dream Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties now, invariably, no matter to which sect of Islam we do belong.”
I watched her intently.
“He is still alive?”
“What do you think?”
“I can’t believe it.”
“I’m too beautiful to be deserted?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled.
“Sālī,” I gritted through my teeth, “I want to fuck you, here and now.”
“Allah!” Ilāhī Al Wahāb closed her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān eyes gratefully, “Thank you very much, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You don’t know these are the ever nicest words, ever sweetest words, ever kindest words I’ve heard in my entire life.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“No one can believe you.”
“I was not always as I’m now.”
“I was not even normal. I hated sex very much.”
“My husband, Al Naåīm Al Wahāb, was a normal man. He was satisfied even with the least sex I could provide.”
“Being too much wealthy, a filthy rich, a gold digger decided to promise him more if he deserted me and married her.”
“I sympathize with you.”
“The gold digger?”
“I can’t blame her. It was all my fault. I learned my lesson in hard way.”
“And changed yourself?”
“Changed? Revolutionized my entire ideas about life and sex.” Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed ironically, “I was never as smart and as beautiful as I am now.”
“Yes, still now. But not as foolish as I once was. Panjvaqtah Namāzī smart sexy Wahābī Musalmān dazzling Beauty now. Salats never make a woman as foolish as I was. I’m still Panjvaqtah Namāzī yet wiser now.”
“I’m sorry you have to learn these cold and hard facts of life, in such a hard way.”
“Not at all. I think I must thank you, instead.”
“What for?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled at me teasingly.
“I think now transformed you’ve decided to honor me.”
Ilāhī Al Wahāb chuckled.
“I’m already forty five.”
“I can understand. Al Islam Al Wahāb is eighteen. Her Ammī can’t be younger than thirty eight, naturally.”
“And you still want to honor me?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb asked me incredulously.
“It’s I who’d be honored.”
“Yet, a mother of an adult young woman you are already fucking.”
“It doesn’t make any difference if you still want to honor me. Your daughter is an incredible Wahābī Musalmān bliss, but she is an immature teenager after all. I’d love her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān Ammī more, with her now transformed personality, ideas and mature experiences.”
Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed melodiously.
“Ilāhī darling, I’m myself sixty now. I love mature Musalmān Beauties under me more than I love the immature childish teenagers that refuse to listen to any sanity I propose. They always want me to do the wildest things I’m not interested in even.”
“Well, they are tighter.” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled at me teasingly, “They are virgins.”
“The hell with them. They always demand the forbidden pleasures.”
“I don’t like to fuck them in their ass. And they always compel me to do it.”
“Because they are immature. Because it’s forbidden in Islam.” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled at me patiently, “Having sex with a Hindu, it’s natural for them to ask for it. Only a Hindu lover can provide them the oral and anal bliss strictly forbidden in Islam. Can’t you see?”
“But that’s nothing as compared with the vaginal bliss. And it’s natural moreover. Not forbidden in any religion ever.”
“That’s what you say. You are sixty already. You’ve experienced it all. They haven’t.”
“You think them right?”
“Don’t you?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb watched me astutely.
Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed.
“Let them enjoy their life in whatsoever manner they want to. What’s wrong in it, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? Why do you want them to accept your sexual morals?”
“Let them enjoy and enjoy yourself too. It’s your social service, Méré Hindu Piyā!”
Al Naåīm Al Wahāb was not unknown to us.
Yet, we never knew he was Ilāhī Al Wahāb’s husband and Al Islam Al Wahāb’s real Abbū.
The problem was we were already having a client related to Al Naåīm Al Wahāb.
“How do you do, Miss Lubnah?” I asked, “I’m Durgesh. I have this morning pretty well filled up with appointments.”
“I know.” Lubnah Furqān smiled, “You are a very busy person.”
“I’d never disturbed you if it was not so important and so urgent.”
I waited patiently.
Being sixty, now I was so well experienced of extraordinary Musalmān Beauties that I could almost read their mind.
A long chain of almost each and every type of experiences had taught me to be immensely patient with them.
Lubnah Furqān smiled.
“I won’t take any undue advantage from you.”
“It’s about a matter of ethics.”
“What sort of ethics?”
Lubnah Furqān indicated a suitcase she had brought with her.
“Can I open it legally?”
“You could have gone to any advocate to ask this question. Why me?”
“I think I can believe you more.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Thank you very much. Thank you very much. But do we know each other?”
Lubnah Furqān looked at me gravely.
“I’m immensely grateful to you Musalmān Beauties if you really find me so nearer to you.” I said gravely.
“I’m sorry our mankind is very much against you, but—” Lubnah Furqān paused significantly.
“I thought I must take a chance.”
“I’m honored.” I said gravely, “does this suitcase belong to you?”
“Technically speaking, no.”
“Whom does it belong to?”
“Maulānah Al Naåīm Al Wahāb.”
“Who is Maulānah Al Naåīm Al Wahāb?”
“My maternal uncle and my boss.”
“I work as almost a secretary to my maternal uncle, but honorary, of course.”
“Do you have any idea what’s in the suitcase?”
Lubnah Furqān looked at me for some two or three seconds.
Perhaps she was debating whether, now that chips were down, she wanted to go through it or not.
Suddenly, she reached the decision.
“I think it’s money, Mr. Durgesh.”
I stopped myself, with efforts, to whistle from.
“And what about money?”
“I think it’s blackmail.”
Lubnah Furqān didn’t know there were some persons trying to blackmail even me.
Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ was the reason behind it.
“And what are you supposed to do with it?” I asked Lubnah Furqān.
“I’m supposed to deliver it to the blackmailer. I mean I’m to leave it where he can get it.”
“Allah, heavens, no! I wanted to know whether I had the right to open the suitcase.”
I watched the Wahābī Musalmān Beauty gravely.
“For what purpose?”
From my long experience, I’ve found there were so many extraordinary Musalmān Beauties also, who were indulged in criminal activities, knowingly or unknowingly, and wanted to use me for their vested criminal interests.
The problem was, most of the Musalmīn were uneducated/under educated.
It was not only because they didn’t have the proper resources.
Most of them deliberately avoided modern education.
They believed it was grossly unislamic.
And hated it therefore accordingly.
They had to surrender to criminal activities consequently or at least to criminal psychosis, knowingly or unknowingly.
A large part of underworld was therefore filled with Musalmān criminals, both males and females.
They even called it Muslim Underworld with foolish and childish inhuman pride.
They used it illegally to de establish non-Muslim governments.
They even trained them, and brain washed that it was a pious work in the path of destabilizing non-Islamic system and replace it with an Islamic one.
Therefore, actually it’s a great service to Islam.
It would take them right to Jannat, if they participate in it.
It was natural for me to be watchful consequently.
Lubnah Furqān smiled seductively.
It was no give away however.
Almost all of them attacked me with all their feminine weapons sharpened.
It didn’t matter they had their connections with criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn or not.
My huge reputation that I was immensely hungry to fuck extraordinary attractive Musalmān Beauties, always enticed them to try it.
The seductive smile broadened.
“I want to see what’s in it.” Lubnah Furqān said.
“Why?”I asked gravely, still not sure how to deal with her.
If she was innocent, I had to help her.
If she was playing a preplanned role, I had to watch my every step cautiously.
Lubnah Furqān hesitated somewhat to answer my question.
“Would it be better if you please sit down and give me the details?”
“Thanks, but I think I lack the proper time.” Lubnah Furqān also smiled, now more seductively.
She was more than ready to play the game with me.
“You may just sketch the highlights too.” I suggested.
Lubnah Furqān seated herself.
If necessary, she was prepared to use her every feminine weapon on me.
“I’m Maulānah Al Naåīm Al Wahāb’s niece, a daughter of one of his so many sisters.”
“So many sisters?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Yes, I know that.”
“My maternal grandfather also had married four Musalmān Beauties simultaneously. Most of them gave him daughters, instead of sons.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing.” I smiled impishly somewhat, “I’m grateful to such Musalmīn.”
“Allah! Why?” Lubnah Furqān asked innocently, with immensely innocent wide eyes.
The bitch was teasing me deliberately, keeping her eyes between my legs, to register any erection, if there.
“Well, the more daughters they have the more live in partners I have.”
“Nonsense! All of them don’t sleep with you.”
“Yet!” I added significantly.
“Let’s wait and watch.”
I smiled significantly once more.
Lubnah Furqān deliberately avoided my inducement, yet with a rather charming smile.
“As it happens, Al Naåīm Māmū has confidence enough in me to deal with his mail. I’m doing it for six years.”
“Six years? How old are you?”
“What do you think?” she smiled significantly.
I watched Lubnah Furqān impishly.
“Anywhere between twenty eight to thirty two.”
Lubnah Furqān was pleasantly surprised.
“Allah Allah! You must be more successful lady specialist on us Musalmān Beauties than I surmised. I’m thirty two.”
“So you started it when you were twenty six?”
“Any particular reason why couldn’t your Al Naåīm Māmū trust a paid secretary?”
Lubnah Furqān smiled.
“You can’t make anybody trust you, if he/she doesn’t want to.”
“No particular reason?”
“Not at all.” Lubnah Furqān smiled benignly, “Only he thinks I know his every mood. I can read his mind.”
I glanced at Kħadījah Muħammad.
“I think every good friend can do that if s/he really cares for you, and loves you really.”
Kħadījah Muħammad hugged me gratefully to tell me silently she understood what I wanted to say, and she was indebted.
There were numerous Musalmān Beauties I could trust, but the extent to which I could trust them differed.
She knew my every mood and she could even read my mind, if not entirely, the most at least.
Kħadījah Muħammad never let me down.
However, the extent they loved me to, differed widely.
Lubnah Furqān smiled.
“I open Al Naåīm Māmū’s mail, all of his mail. I separate it and arrange it in the order of importance. He trusts me absolutely. As a maternal uncle and niece, we are as close as almost a father and daughter.”
“Doesn’t he have his own daughters?”
“Has. But, unfortunately, they love their Hindu boyfriends more than they love their Abbū, my Al Naåīm Māmū.”
“Haven’t you your own Hindu boyfriend?”
“Well, I love someone, but I don’t know whether he also loves me or not.” Lubnah Furqān watched me gravely, significantly.
I was careful enough not to ask who that lucky man was.
It was possible she was suggesting I was myself that lucky man.
But I hadn’t placed her till now properly.
Lubnah Furqān was deeper than I surmised first she was.
“I’m fortunate enough to be closer to Al Naåīm Māmū than even his daughters are.” Lubnah Furqān said.
“You live with your Al Naåīm Māmū?”
“Why don’t you live with your own parents? Don’t they love you enough?”
Lubnah Furqān smiled.
“My parents never married.”
“My Ammījān loved a Hindu. She belongs to the royal Al Saåīd family.”
“What do you mean?”
“So many Al Saåīd royal Beauties have married Hindus now successfully.”
“Yes, but they are not living with their parents.”
“Your Ammījān wanted to live with her parents?”
“Yes. Why shouldn’t she? When a son never leaves his parents why a daughter must?”
“Well, I’m not discussing morals of your Ammījān. You haven’t come to me for that.”
“It’s all right. So you are very close to your Al Naåīm Māmū?”
“Yes, very very close. Even his own daughters are jealous of me.”
I smiled benignly.
Lubnah Furqān responded me with a seductive smile once again.
So extremely beautiful Lubnah Furqān was that I felt my Uncut Hindu Prick stirring now between my legs.
The Sālī was deliberately seducing me.
“Your Al Naåīm Māmū is still married?”
“Of course. Why shouldn’t he?”
“Having four Musalmān wives?”
“Yes! Why not?”
“Aren’t they, your Mumānīs I mean, jealous of you, similarly as your Māmūzād cousins are?”
“I wouldn’t know, neither I care.”
“As long as Al Naåīm Māmū is with me, even my Mumānīs can’t do anything against me.”
“Your Al Naåīm Māmū is so powerful?”
“Who is the Chief Wife of your Al Naåīm Māmū?”
“Al Jamāl Al Kamāl.”
“How long she has been married to your Al Naåīm Māmū?”
“How are your relations with her?”
“Not very cordial. I’m sorry. She thinks I’m after Al Naåīm Māmū’s immense wealth.”
“Are you?” I watched her with my eyes narrowed slightly.
“Of course not. I’ve more money myself from my own earnings and from the gifts from my parents and elders. I don’t need Al Naåīm Māmū’s money. I want to love him back as he loves me, even more than his own selfish daughters.”
“I appreciate your selfless love for your Al Naåīm Māmū.”
“Thank you. You are the second man on earth who understands me, if you really do what you say.”
“Who is the first?” I smiled.
Lubnah Furqān also smiled seductively.
“You’ve nothing to be jealous of him. He is my Al Naåīm Māmū himself.”
I smiled at her teasingly.
“Why should I be jealous of him?”
Lubnah Furqān laughed melodiously.
“Do you love me?”
“Of course I love you. And don’t say you don’t know it. You knew it as soon as I came to you.”
“I know I’m lucky enough to have most of you extraordinary Musalmān Beauties love me. Yet, the fact is you are only thirty two and I’m sixty already.”
“So what? It never mattered to us Musalmān Beauties. We have the morals and ideal that Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqahrza married Ħuzūrs when sherza was only nine years old while Ħuzūrs were already near sixty.”
“We Musalmān Beauties have different morals and ideal in the matter concerned.” Lubnah Furqān smiled, “We think marriage is not for sex only. It’s basically for protection and experienced guidance to the women too. How a man can guide his wife if he doesn’t have more experiences than her? Moreover how can a husband have more experiences than his wives if he isn’t elder enough than them?”
“I’ve heard you always protest that immature teenager Musalmān Beauties are crazy to have sex with you, to the extent that they don’t even allow you to have enough sex with the Musalmān Beauties of your own age group. Why? It’s natural.”
“What?” I looked at her incredulously.
“I’m right. Your mature Musalmān Beauties have already have sex with you, even more than enough they need actually. It’s only luxury now they are after.”
“Lubnah Furqān, please!”
“But Lubnah Furqān continued, as if I hadn’t interrupted her at all.
“The teenager Musalmān Beauties haven’t experienced sex with you. They need it more. Why don’t you understand if you really claim it’s your social service to us Musalmān Beauties, not your sex adventures only?”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Lubnah Furqān, you really believe it?” I looked at her incredulously.
“Well, what’s wrong in it, if I do?”
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā presented a congruent appearance as she entered my bedroom.
I was fucking Kħadījah Muħammad then.
“Allah, can’t you see me alone, Durgesh, ever?” Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā complained unsatisfied somewhat.
“Come on, Kħālidah, you know me better.”
“I can, darling, I can. But you ravenous Musalmān Beauties never allow me.”
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.
She was under me in nude.
I was also naked.
We were in missionary position.
“Nonsense, Durgesh. I want to talk with you.”
“Just go ahead.”
“I need your full attention, please!”
“Kħālidah, Zabīr is already out on bail.”I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of Kħadījah Muħammad’s still ravenous Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, till only its head was inside, and then plunged it savagely full into, back.
Kħadījah Muħammad cried out of immense pleasure.
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā controlled herself with so many efforts.
“I haven’t come for Zabīr. And don’t expect any gratitude from me for bailing him out.”
“You did it for Hudā and Assalāt, not for me.”
I was dumbfounded.
“I can understand. They are younger than me. You male animal— you…”
“Nonsense, Kħālidah, how dare you?”
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā thundered at me.
“How dare I? How dare I? You never listened to me until Hudā didn’t approach you herself. You never listened to me until Assalāt didn’t surrender herself to you. You are only a ravenous Uncut Hindu Cock, Durgesh. Aren’t you?”
“Nonsense, Kħālidah, I told you, Zabīr was not cooperating with me.”
“And yet,” Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā said ironically, “the same Zabīr consented as soon as Al Hudā approached Durgesh and Assalāt surrendered to him. You think I was born yesterday?”
I winked at still miraculously beautiful Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā.
“Sālī, you have extremely beautiful supporters. Why shouldn’t I enjoy them?”
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā plunged at me.
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.
I grabbed still miraculously beautiful Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā, hugged her and kissed her on her still beautiful lips.
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā put her arms around my neck and surrendered to me, closing her eyes in passion.
It was obvious, from her extremely beautiful facial expressions, that Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā loved the taste, very much.
It was natural.
When we love someone, we don’t feel any absurdity in even the otherwise dirty things related to him/her.
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā swallowed my Uncut Hindu Penis and started to suck me passionately.
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled and went to the bathroom to clean herself.
I had already fucked her to her heart’s content.
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā sucked me vehemently.
I undressed her in the meantime.
I was the third man in her life.
He was not very good at sex.
But so were the other Musalmīn as well.
Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā controlled her lust successfully.
Her lady friends suggested her to revolt against the incompetent Musalmān husband, but she always smiled matronizingly and declined.
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36. Sālī, Ammījān!
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73. Under Open Sky
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89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15
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120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
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125. The women in my life
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147. The threesome
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152. The Chairman: 4
153. The Chairman: 5
154. An Underworld Don: 1
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11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
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36. Saamved: Mantr 1
One Absolute submission
Enough of her naive outlook on sex survived, however, to question me.
“What about my husband? Don’t you care what he is to do?”
“Darling, why should I care, if Ålī Abī Tālib can sacrifice as an extremely beautiful, Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān wife, for only his job, to me, as you are, it’s something he has decided to lose, not me. It’s your incompetent Musalmān husband losing his wife, not me.”
“He isn’t incompetent.”
Despite herself, and her rapidly disappearing naiveté and shyness, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was very much pleased and even proud of these words heard from me.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī took them as a great compliment, and when I pulled her down on the bed, and began nibbling and kissing around her eyes, and ears, and down to her already erect, engorged nipples, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī found herself becoming hopelessly aroused once again.
This time, however, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī found that she wanted to make it even better for me, to justify to me and even to herself my compliments of how good Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī reached down and finding my already hardening Uncut Hindu Cock, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī pulled me up toward her already waiting Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān mouth.
SHE had only done this once ever for Ålī Abī Tālib, and although it was clear that, he loved it and wanted her to continue; she had not liked the taste or sensation, and had not done it since.
Now, however, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī found that she wanted to do it for me.
She wanted me to have that sensation and to make it so good for me.
With one hand gently holding my Uncut Hindu Cock, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt down for my balls.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī held them in one hand while she stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock with the other.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was totally mesmerized with the size, color, and texture of my uncut Hindu manhood.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah noticed the slickness of cum and her own body’s juices that covered the head of My Uncut Hindu Cock, but the sight and smell not only didn’t offend her, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī found to her surprise that that was also increasing her arousal.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī lowered her head and breathed in the musky smell.
Slowly but surely Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī took first the tender foreskin of my Uncut Hindu Cock and then the bulbous head, into her already salivating mouth.
And just to make it better for her, her body was already responding to this situation.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt her nipples tighten; her Sunni Musalmān Pussy was flooded.
What kind of slut was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī becoming anyway, and in so short an evening?
Despite these now rapidly disappearing qualms, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah continued to work my now hard Uncut Hindu Cock and stroke my balls.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt the head pushing at the back of her throat on the down stroke.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt the crown kiss the inside of her lips as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī pulled back.
She paused there each time and sent my Uncut Hindu Prick across the head, teasing the pre-cum out with my Uncut Hindu Prick and stroking the shaft with her hand.
Then Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī would sink back down until her nose was buried against my Hindu pubic bone.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī continued this until she felt me reach down and hold her head still.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī oval shed her lips and I started pumping myself into and out.
Very soon, after I started “mouth-fucking” her, I pushed myself about halfway into her mouth and held her still while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt the throbbing along the bottom of my Uncut Hindu Cock and the tightening of my balls as I came into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān mouth.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī continued sucking and stroking even long after I filled her mouth and throat with my large load of Hindu Vīrý.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was surprised and yet thrilled when I groaned as if I’d been stabbed, and fell back on the bed.
“Was that any good for you?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī whimpered.
“Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Darling you just don’t know … that was the best blow-job I’ve ever had in my entire life … where did you learn to do that?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, despite her earlier abortive guilt feelings, was thrilled with my praise of her,
“Oh, Durgesh darling, actually I don’t like that; I never did that for anyone else before.”
“That’s unbelievable, you are just a natural Uncut Hindu Cock sucker then, you were meant to be a rich Hindu man’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān toy … and honey, I’m just the rich Hindu man to own you.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was again surprised by the sudden flush, the thrilling sensation that ran through her body when I talked about ‘owing’ her.
“What … I mean, what are you saying … about ‘owning’ me .. I don’t know what that means ….” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī stammered in confusion.
“What I mean, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī darling, is that I told your husband, Ålī Abī Tālib, that I would make him my chief salesman. I’d pay him that tremendous salary that he has never justified. But it would be only as long as I could get my hands on you and make you one of my ‘Musalmān Beauties.'”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was dumbfounded.
She could not believe it.
She stared at me in utter disbelief.
“Surely he told you that I wanted you this way, I know that he must have told you about the toenail polish, because you have that gorgeous slutty scarlet color on your toenails.”
Despite her already budding feelings of closeness and desire for more of my use of her, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was hurt and angry at what I was saying.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī had been betrayed by her Musalmān husband of six months, and only for my money after All.
Well, Ålī Abī Tālib had set this up, he had brought her to this point, he had surrendered her to my usage of her; so I had just better be prepared for the consequences of what I had started.
“Well, since it looks my husband thinks I’m a ‘whore’, for me to pimp out for my money, what does you owning me mean?”
“Now darling, don’t think that way. You’re not a whore. You’re just the sexiest Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān woman I believe I had ever met. You’re so far above that Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt of others, that I just had to have you, no matter what the cost.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī looked at me silently.
“I mean,” I smiled again, “ that I wanted to have something so new and fresh and sexy, like you. I had to have you, and I would have paid Ålī Abī Tālib twice what I paid, to get you. And make no mistake, I’m going to have you the way that I want you … I’m going to own you and your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body, and make you the object of my every wish, my every desire for you.”
What I was saying, the way that I was saying, the intensity in my Hindu eyes as I stared down at her, made the thrilling electric sensations course through her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body again.
“What will you ‘owning’ me entail, what will I have to do?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī asked, as her hand reached down for my already swelling Uncut Hindu Cock, and taking me into her dainty Sunni Musalmān hands, with her scarlet painted nails so vividly contrasting with the Hindu Uncutness of me.
I grinned with a wickedly lascivious grin down at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,
Eager to hear more from me, and already in willing obedience to my Hindu desires for her, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rolled onto her back, and just as I had instructed her, opened her thighs to my desired entrance into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body.
“Take that big Uncut Hindu Lund and put me where it belongs, where it will spend so much time, put me into that little sweet white Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.” I said.
So Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī took the mushroom shaped head in her hand, and put the head into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt’s opening.
I, pushed my huge Uncut Hindu Cock, through the still tight lips of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt, and without pausing, I shoved forward, down deepest into her, until the mushroom head got its way against the mouth of her cervix.
I paused then, and let myself soak in the warm deep Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān confines of her belly, knowing that I once again has converted a Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Woman to Uncut sexing.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī will never again want Ålī Abī Tālib in her like this…
I was Already confident that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī will do whatever I demand of her, given enough time and breaking in.
I grinned to myself.
I pulled back Almost out of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s so-warm, but so-willing Sunni Musalmān Pussy, and then slowly, but surely, started thrusting into her, as I continued my dominance and my possession of my newest Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Woman conquest.
“What else will you want from me, what else will I have to do, if you own me?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked up at me, as I stops my deep-thrusting for the moment, with my Uncut Hindu Lund buried to the hilt in her deepest and now completely accustomed Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
“Well, darling, I’ll tell you what, the first thing is have my rings put on … well, really in you, like wedding rings, but different from what little boy Ålī Abī Tālib gave you.”
I hadn’t yet told Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, but I intended in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s case, to own her in a very real and readily apparent way.
I wanted to have her belong to me in such a way that anyone looking at her nude Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body, or even partially nude body would know immediately that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah ‘s body belonged to me.
It was not to punish her.
It was to punish Ålī Abī Tālib.
Naturally, I could not leave him scot-free.
He did not even act hurt or surprised.
With my hold over Ålī Abī Tālib, I didn’t much care what he thought about it.
I was riding her bareback, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was not using any birth control at All.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was so sure nothing would happen this night, she had not even thought to bring her diaphragm.
“Durgesh, you know what I said earlier, when you first got inside me … about not using birth control. Well, I was serious about that, I can’t take the ‘pill’ and I usually wear a diaphragm when Ålī Abī Tālib & I do, you know, sex.”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, darling girl. like I told you before, you just do what I tell you, and everything will be Alright. You know, don’t you, that when I’m ready for it, I’m going to breed you like my favorite mare. I’ll plant my son in your belly. Don’t you already know that fact in your mind?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked up at me, as I pumped my Uncut breeding tool back into her already accepting Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body, and then as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī slowly licked her lips, tasting my cum there, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī nodded her head in submissive consent.
“Yes, I know now that’s what will happen, I’ll have your sons. Ålī Abī Tālib started this, not knowing what he was doing, but now that I’ve experienced you, we’ll finish it. You can do with me what you want. if you want me to open my thighs to you, at your command, that’s what I’ll do … if you want me pregnant with your sons, then whenever you want it, that’s what I’ll do. My body is yours, to use what you want. Now cum in me, fuck me hard and fast and cum in me again, because that’ what I want from you!”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah proved to be much more than even I had imagined, in her willingness to give herself, her body, her all to me.
Her total submission to my every desire, lead Ålī Abī Tālib to move Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah into my home permanently.
I had told Ålī Abī Tālib that this was the way things were going to be, and if he knew what was good for them, they would go with the flow.
I was so taken with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, and her willingness to do whatever I wanted, that I decided that I wanted to have my first son from her right away.
Sure enough, with my constant, every day fucking her, always bareback, within the first month after Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī moved in, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was confirmed knocked-up with my son.
When Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī found out that she was pregnant with My child, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah herself was thrilled beyond her words to express it.
Ålī Abī Tālib had opened the door, but she had consciously and willingly whisked through it, and now there would never be any going back.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī belonged to me, in every way that counted to her and me.
In her mind, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was mine to do as I wanted.
Even my slightest wish for her was the most stringent command; and that was her life from now on.***
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī looked at her six month husband scornfully.
“What do you mean?”
“You never even thought that it might be his strategy to be good in your eyes?”
“Oh, so you want to tell me, it’s false?”
“Absolutely, Fātimah, absolutely.” Ålī Abī Tālib was still hurt, “How can you even imagine me consenting ever to such a humiliating, such a debasing, proposal?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī watched her husband incredulously.
“You never consented to it?”
“But, Durgesh told you consented to it.”
“And you believed Durgesh?”
“If I had, why was I confirming it from you?”
Ålī Abī Tālib’s strained face showed relief ultimately.
“Fātimah darling,” Ålī Abī Tālib said gravely, “It’s the utmost ancient strategy of Hindus. They never believe that any non Hindu is worthy to have any woman for sex. Their basic book of religion, Ved, orders Hindus:
‘Udyachchhadhvamap raxo hanāthémām
naarīm SUKR’TE dadhāt.
Dhātā vipashchit patimasyai vivéd,
bhago rājā pur étu prajānan.’
‘Stand up/Raise ye. Smite away the demons. SET THIS WOMAN for WELL DOER. Inspired holder/guardian must know especially the husband for her. The well knowing politician come first/ahead for her genital organ.’
—Ved: 4 Atharv Ved: 14/1/59”
“We all the Musalmeen must do it, Fātimah.”
“Have you thought ever why Hindus do it?”
“Never, sorry. Why do they?”
“To win the heart of you Musalmān Beauties. Why else?”
“Allah, but the Hindus succeed in it, very much, Ålī.”
“Yes, darling, I know. It’s a tragedy.”
“I can’t blame you Musalmān Beauties for it, Fātimah.”
“I never knew you are so open minded, so broad mind and liberal.”
She never told him that she had already overheard when I proposed Ålī Abī Tālib about her.
She was immensely shocked and dumb stricken when she saw and heard herself Ålī consenting to it immediately.
“It’s nothing to be open minded, broad mind and liberal.” Ålī Abī Tālib said, “Fātimah darling, I know, most of us Musalmeen never even thought to make ourselves competent husband for you Musalmān Beauties. We take you for granted even while we don’t deserve you.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī smiled.
“You are right, Ålī.”
She added to herself,
She loved Rājesh Rājpoot right from the time we were in college.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah allowed me to fuck her only on one condition:
“Durgesh, promise me first that you’ll never leave me till we both exist.”
Rājesh Rājpoot was dumbfounded,
“Åāýéshah Siddīqah, you mean—”
“I’m sorry, Rājesh, I don’t want any more to change my boyfriend. You are not capable to keep me to yourself.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah smiled at Rājesh Rājpoot, “you surrendered me so easily to Durgesh. Durgesh never does it. None can make him to surrender his Musalmān Beauties to anyone else, until his Musalmān Beauty herself does not want so.”
“Because I love Rājesh Rājpoot.”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah laughed,
Nādirah Sajjād smiled,
Åāýéshah Siddīqah was surprised,
“And you can adjust with it?”
Nādirah Sajjād was always more patriotic than her.
Nādirah Sajjād laughed,
“And you think it’s wrong if I do it. Don’t you?”
“Nādirah,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah was really surprised now, “you are really surprising me.”
Nādirah Sajjād watched her gravely,
“I think, rather you surprise me, Åāýéshah Bājī.”
“Yes, you married Muħammad Bhāījān, even after knowing what he is.”
“Well, don’t you sympathize with him, Nādirah Sajjād?”
“It was under compulsion.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah said, “Nādirah Sajjād, you should not hate my husband, Muħammad, for it. You must hate the Congress Member of Parliament, Shankar Pralayankar, who did it because he wanted to please Maulānah Muħammad Nadīm.”
“Hindus are not as bad as the Musalmeen are.” Nādirah Sajjād rejoined, “Rājesh Rājpoot is a RSS man, yet he loves me to the extent he treats my Abbū, Maulānah Sajjād, with all the respect in the world.”
That’s why I don’t love Durgesh even, while I know the Musalmān Beauties are crazy for Durgesh. I love Rājesh Rājpoot because he is more dedicated to India than even your Durgesh is, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Bhābhījān!”
“You are crazy.”
“No, I’m only Indian. And I’m proud of it that I’m an Indian.” Nādirah Sajjād said and raised her head high with immense self pride.
Kħadījah requested me,
“Durgesh, I’m starting the early shift tomorrow morning. I’m sorry. You’re going to have to get Fātimah off to University every morning for a few weeks. Will you please, darling?”
Kħadījah was not actually my wife.
Yet, she was not any less than a wife to me, even.
“Ok,” I smiled, half-embarrassed for the hassle and half-excited by the prospect of being alone in the house with Kħadījah’s nubile young 18-year-old daughter, Fātimah, every morning while we were running around in various stages of undress.
I always knew very well Fātimah never accepted me her father.
Fātimah still loved her Abbū, Muħammad, though her Ammījān Kħadījah hated her legal husband Muħammad very much.
Even when Kħadījah was there, Fātimah almost drove me bananas, running around the house in less than she would be allowed outside with.
She might be Kħadījah’s daughter, but I wasn’t really into taboos and Fātimah was one hot little number.
I could only imagine what she did to my Uncut Hindu Prick in her queer mood when she teased me.
Fātimah did it deliberately to establish the fact in my mind that I was not her father.
Only her Ammījān, Kħadījah, sleeps with me.
The next morning at breakfast, Kħadījah reminded me,
“Remember now, Durgesh, please, if you let Fātimah miss the bus, you’ve got to take her all the way across town and that traffic is murder around the University.”
“Don’t worry about a thing, Fātimah. We’ve got it all under control, don’t we, Kid?” I grabbed my little hotsie and hugged her close.
“Oh, Durgesh.” The Sālī never called me even Durgesh Dad, she always called me ‘Durgesh’, “You’ve got to stop calling me a kid. I’m not a kid anymore. I’m legally an adult, now.” She stuck her chest in my face as if to prove that a fine set of firm little apples proved absence from the Kid Party.
“Yeah, my little baby is growing up. That’s for sure.”
Fātimah flashed me a grateful smile.
When Kħadījah had gone, I laid down the rules of the game.
“Ok, here’s how it’s going to work. Since you’re no longer legally a child, I’m not going to treat you like one. That means I don’t yell at you, nag you or continually remind you that you’re going to be late. It’s up to you to be responsible enough to get ready on time. If you do, then we’ll get along just fine and I will feel like giving you more freedom in many ways. If not, that means that you aren’t as grown up as you pretend and I’ll bust your ass like the little kid you’re acting like before I drive you to University. Deal?”
“Deal. You really aren’t going to yell at me?”
“And you will really bust my ass if I’m not ready?” Fātimah smiled impishly.
“I’ll report you.”
“For what? Child cruelty? I thought you wanted to be considered a grownup. This is how grownups act. You don’t see me yelling at your Ammījān to get ready, do you?”
“No, but she yells at you.”
“Yeah, but that’s just the way she is. I’ve accepted her as she is. It’s her weakness, darling. Your Abbū, Muħammad, left her because he could not bear her yelling at him.”
“And you can?”
“She loves me very much, and asks for my forgiveness too, whenever she loses control and yells erroneously.”
Fātimah looked at me with appreciation.
“I didn’t think you love my Ammījān this much, Durgesh.”
“Well?” I smiled, “Your Ammījān loves me too, and she is extremely beautiful.”
“And you are obsessed with extremely beautiful Musalmān ladies? Are you not?”
“Well, I think they love me, and I love them.” I smiled, “It has nothing to do with age or maturity. It’s just a mother thing. Now, I’m going to take my shower. You choose your path. Ok?”
I left the door to our bedroom slightly ajar while I undressed so that an inquiring mind would be able to inquire.
Since our bathroom was in the master suite, I never bothered to close that door while I showered.
No one could see through to the bathroom from the hallway or into the shower stall without trying to, so there was no evidence that I was offering a view of my naked Hindu body to Kħadījah’s extremely beautiful teenage daughter, Fātimah, although that’s exactly what I was hoping would happen.
I made sure I always faced at an angle to the bathroom door as I showered, so anyone peeking around the corner wouldn’t be able to tell I could see them in the mirror I had placed in a far corner.
It allowed me a good view of the doorway and part of the bedroom.
I lathered up good and didn’t have to work very hard to get a lot of meat hanging between my legs.
Even at my 61, it was as active as it was when I was 18 only.
Just the thoughts of possibly doing a bit of unsuspected flashing were enough to keep it pretty hard.
Nevertheless, a little stroking emphasized the problem.
About five minutes into a good, hot shower, with suds galore making my Uncut Hindu Dick slick for the stroking, a movement out the corner of my eye caught my attention.
Fātimah was watching!
Now my Uncut Hindu Prick pump went into overdrive.
I must have gained an inch in length and at least that much in girth as I realized my hot little vixen was not only gazing with awe at my Uncut Hindu pole I was stroking, there was also a lot of Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān female lust in her gaze.
Fātimah must have taken my threat seriously, because she appeared to be fully dressed and ready to go at a time when she would normally still be dawdling around the house.
She had her skirt up and her hand in her panties, rubbing something very hard and fast, in time to my stroking.
Just to check the connection, I redoubled the heat of the beat and watched as she met my speed, stroke for stroke.
It was too much even for me.
My balls drew way up into my belly, as if reaching back for the granddaddy of all loads, then blew cum in great, slimy ropes all over the shower stall.
The first gob even sailed over the door and hit the mirror over the sink.
As soon as my eyes would focus, I sought out my mastur-buddy to see if she had made it.
Fātimah was leaning woozily against the door frame as if she were about to pass out, with her hand still rubbing at that thing.
By the time I finished taking an actual shower, she had gone and was sitting on the couch, knees together and books in lap, the perfect picture of a very responsible young Sunni Musalmān lady, ready for University.
“Well, well. Maybe somebody is growing up!” I observed.
“I told you I wasn’t a kid anymore.”
“I can certainly see that.” I smiled, with the memory of our mutual orgasm fresh in my mind, made a little more piquant by the knowledge that she had no idea I was aware that Fātimah had been involved.
The memory that she had been so turned on by watching me stroke my Uncut Hindu Dick made it start to swell again.
“In fact,” I continued, “You have done such a fine job of being grownup this morning that I’m going to take you to University, anyway, even without the spanking.”
“Oh, good! I hate that old bus. It’s so loud and the boys are so rude. They’re always trying to see down my dress or up it, or trying to find some way to rub my ass or brush against my tits.”
“Does your Ammījān know you talk that way around me?”
“No, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, will it?” She flashed me a challenging look as if to promise a wider relationship in the future.
“Can’t see how it would,” I agreed, wondering if my resurgent Uncut Hindu member was as visible to her as it felt to me. “Let’s go.”
Once in the car, Fātimah made the most of her new-found adulthood by letting her short skirt ride higher and higher until I could plainly see her naughty bit and the fact that she had pulled the crotch of her panties into the slot of her teen ager Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
I stole glances at her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
She stole glances at my Uncut Hindu hardon.
We rode in a silently escalating haze of lust.
“Bye, Durgesh! Thanks for the lift.”
“Have a nice day, Fātimah darling! Take care!” I watched her hot little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass bounce across the campus while trying not to let my desire be too obvious to a blind man.
This was going to be hard to keep under control.
It was clear that Fātimah was just aching to be fucked by me and she was responding to me as to any other swinging Uncut Hindu Dick, maybe even more so, with the hero worship kind of thing thrown in there for good measure.
That night, Kħadījah wanted to gloat.
She was certain that Fātimah would have really given me a hard time the first day, just to flex her muscles.
“Well, did we make the bus this morning?”
“No.,” I admitted.
“See! I told you it wouldn’t be easy.”
“Fātimah didn’t ride the bus this morning. Not because she missed it, but because she was ready so early to prove how responsible she could be that I took her to University as a reward. I’m also going to raise her allowance. Anybody that mature deserves a bigger allowance.”
Somewhat miffed at being shown up in the parenting department, Kħadījah huffed, “Well! One blossom does not a Spring make!”
“No, my dear, but I think our little girl is growing up very fast and is ready to become much more responsible in every way. Aren’t you, Kid?”
“Yeah. Now that I know you will treat me like an adult, I don’t even mind you calling me ‘Kid’ anymore. When can I get my new allowance? Can we go to the mall tonight?”
“Whoa, young lady. Not so fast. Don’t you have University work?”
“Yes, but it’s already done. Nādirah came over after University and helped me with it.”
Ah, Nādirah. Just another of the hottest bits of teen Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān fluff ever left lying around to make strong of me weak at the knees from desire. “Nādirah, huh?” I squeaked, trying to sound casual.
The thoughts of Nādirah possibly joining Fātimah watch me scrub the skin off my Uncut Hindu Prick was almost enough to send a load down my pants leg right then.
“Ok, I guess we have time to run over there before bedtime. Do you want to see if Nādirah wants to go along?” I held my breath.
“Sure! That would be great!”
Kħadījah seemed somewhat miffed at being shunted aside.
“Well, I have to go to bed early so I can get enough sleep. This early shift is hard to get used to. Don’t wake me up when you come in. I’m going to bed now.”
“Don’t worry, dear. We’ll be as quiet as mice. You go ahead and get some rest while we’re out. See you at breakfast. Sleep well.”
Hopefully, Kħadījah didn’t notice the size of my Uncut Hindu hardon I was trying to hide from her, but I was making no effort to hide it from Fātimah who was almost openly licking her lips. ———————————————————— I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of this a long time ago.
Here I was, sitting ten feet in front of a dressing room full of hot, teenage Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy that was trying on outfit after outfit with insufficient regard to absolute modesty.
Both Fātimah and Nādirah graced me from time to time with innocent-looking flashes of skin that kept my blood boiling until the store closed.
Somehow, the curtain over the doorway never seemed to get quite fully closed.
“Gee, Durgesh. Thanks. I had no idea you were going to buy the store out for me.”
“Yeah, Mr. Durgesh. You didn’t have to buy those things for me, too, but I really appreciate them.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure, girls. Just watching you go so wild about all those clothes was a real treat for me.” You bet, I thought, and they knew what I meant, too, but by unspoken agreement, we left it that way.
They knew exactly what kind of “watching” they were being rewarded for.
The next morning, my Uncut Hindu Dick was so hard during breakfast that I was sure Kħadījah would notice something–if not the size of it, maybe the fact that it was hard for me to speak above a squeak, but she seemed oblivious to everything except her new job assignment.
I couldn’t wait to see if Fātimah would be peeking around the bathroom door again.
I was so hot from remembering yesterday morning in the bathroom, and the clothes buying session last night, that I almost got my Uncut Hindu gun before she showed up, but there she was–skirt up, pants down, finger in the old Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, and here I was, Uncut Hindu Dick up, hand pumping.
I hated to masturbate.
But I didn’t want Fātimah to lose her otherwise extremely moral character only for sex.
I told her Ammījān Kħadījah so many times that Fātimah is young now, but she acted very irresponsible to her own daughter.
She was more interested in making money now, than in making her daughter.
Kħadījah was 36 now, but even at this age, she did not understand, what her daughter needed.
In what seemed like no time, I could no longer hold it back.
Cum flew everywhere.
It took a good ten minutes to clean all the cum off me and to wipe off all the gobs spattered around the bathroom.
Wouldn’t do to let my dear Kħadījah find that much cum scattered about, now would it?
When I finally made it downstairs, expecting to see Kħadījah’s model daughter waiting on the couch, all ready to go, she was nowhere in sight.
“Fātimah! Where are you?”
“I’m sorry, Durgesh. You bought me so many new outfits, I can’t decide which one to wear today. Can you come help me?” she called down from her room.
I checked my watch.
We still had a few minutes to spare.
“Ok!” I yelled, sprinting up the stairs.
As I entered the room, Fātimah was bending over the bed, wearing only her new thong panties and the push-me-up bra I had bought for her last night.
Her bed was covered with the other things I had bought.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the perfection of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, except to sneak quick peeks at her firm tits, spilling over the top of the skimpy bra.
“Which one do you like the best, Durgesh?” my pride and joy asked impishly, standing in front of me nearly nude and holding first one dress, then the other, in front of her luscious Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.
A body, in fact, that I personally knew had been racked by a tremendous orgasm no more than fifteen minutes ago.
I tried not to have another one myself, as I watched.
“What difference does it make, Fātimah darling. You’re eventually going to wear them all, so why not just close your eyes and pick one out for today. Besides, you don’t want to be late and have to get that spanking I promised you, do you?”
“Would you really spank me, Durgesh?”
“Have I lied to you about anything else? I told you if you got yourself ready on time I would reward you in many ways and would also treat you like an adult in many ways. You got your reward and your adult treatment, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Durgesh,” she answered in an impish voice.
“Well, don’t take too long or I’ll have to put you over my knee.” I saw her eyes sparkle at the thought and sort of expected what was going to happen.
“I just can’t decide,” she declared, as she pranced around the room, grabbing one outfit, then another, to hold against her almost nude body as she modeled for me.
“Ok. that’s it, young lady. Time’s up. I’m afraid you’ve missed your bus and I must keep my end of the bargain by punishing you. Come here and bend over my lap.”
“Oh, Durgesh, Durgesh. Please don’t hurt me. I was just so excited by all the nice things you bought for me and wanted to show them off to you. Please don’t spank me.”
However, as she talked, she was moving forward quickly to lie across my knees, with her delicious extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass pointing right in my face and those rock-hard tits pressing into my Hindu thighs.
I laid my hand on her hot extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass and squeezed gently a few times while Fātimah wiggled around on my quickly expanding Hindu erection.
My first blow brought a very surprised yell.
“OW! Durgesh! OW! You’re killing me!”
“No such thing, young lady. This will teach you to waste your time and not meet your obligations.” I felt the heat of my first blow rising from her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass before smacking her again.
“OW! Durgesh! That hurts.”
“Hush, now, and take your punishment like a grownup. You earned it and I’m going to see that you get it.” By this time, my Uncut Hindu Dick was hard enough to raise her off my lap. There was no question she could feel it rubbing against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān belly.
Smack! Smack! Smack! I rained blow after blow on her rapidly reddening ass cheeks as she tried valiantly to take it.
I began to rest my hand longer and longer on her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks after each blow, squeezing the firm flesh and pulling her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips apart.
Gradually, I rolled her panties down so that I was smacking her bare extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass and kept working my way lower and lower toward her dripping Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
It was plain that the eroticism of the situation was getting to her.
Fātimah had stopped crying and was plainly getting into it–squirming around on my trapped Uncut Hindu Dick and pushing back into my hand whenever it was near her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips.
We got off together.
She went absolutely rigid and stuck her legs straight back, trapping my hand between her thighs as she went over the top.
It was more than I could bear.
I went with her, flooding my clean chinos with a torrent of hot, Hindu cum.
“Well! I hope that taught you a lesson, young lady.”
“Oh, yes, Durgesh. I have learned my lesson. I’ll be good from now on. Will you take me to University now?”
“Just as soon as I clean up a little, dear.”
During the ride to University, she was a little more daring than yesterday, making no secret about absently rubbing her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, but not openly acknowledging it, either.
This promised to be a really wild ride.
On the way home the next afternoon, I stopped and picked up a couple of shortie bathrobes for Fātimah and myself.
There was no point in messing up her dress and cumming in my clean pants every morning, assuming that this was going to keep on happening.
My investment paid off handsomely the next morning.
Fātimah lounged openly in the doorway to the bathroom.
Her robe was wide open as she fingered her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, giving me the best view yet of her treasures as I stroked my massive Uncut Hindu manhood.
After I blew my nuts and she blew whatever it is that women blow, the robe came in very handy again, when she was still in it as the bus went by.
“Oops. Missed it again. Are you going to spank me again, Durgesh?” she asked somewhat wistfully.
“Yes I am, little lady. You have to learn to be more responsible.” I was going to tell her to lie across my lap again, but she was already crawling on board.
Somehow, her robe came open as she slid across my lap, and so did mine.
This put her bare tits directly against my leg, trapping my Uncut Hindu Prick between them.
I poured it on, just like the day before, and she reacted the same.
She wiggled, she bounced and she slid across my knees, pulling yet another gob of goo out of my overworked balls as she went off.
“How long can a man continue getting off twice a day before work?” I wondered.
Today, Fātimah had left her panties off completely as she toyed with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt all the way to University, in plain view of mine, but still without directly acknowledging she was doing it.
I was about to ask if she planned to go to University bare- assed, but as we approached the campus, she took a pair from her purse and slid them on.
“Bye, Durgesh. Thanks for the ride.”
Not a word from my apprentice flagellant about our mutual masturbation session.
“Any time, Kid.”
At breakfast the next morning, Fātimah asked,
“Can you help me with something, Durgesh?”
She straddled my lap, opening her robe in the process and asked,
“The University nurse was telling us how to test ourselves for breast cancer, but I’m not sure I’m doing it right. Will you check it for me? I don’t want to get cancer.”
“Well, just let Dr. Durgesh check those puppies out. We’ll see if there is any chance that your tits are going to fall off any time soon.”
“Oh, Durgesh. You’re so funny” she giggled, as she performed some more of her patented squirming.
By the time I had completed a very thorough examination of every potential lump in my Fātimah darling’s tits, she had managed somehow to trap my sizable Hindu erection between her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thighs.
Still, she made no overt acknowledgment of the fact.
Ok, if that’s the way she preferred it, so be it.
I was happy to enjoy her in any way that was comfortable to her.
If she needed to act as if we were performing a vital health service while I played with her tits and she rubbed herself off against my Uncut Hindu Prick, then who was I to question my good luck?
Predictably enough, it wasn’t all that long before she stiffened and clamped her legs together so tightly, I was amazed that my head didn’t just pop off.
I had been getting off so often lately that I might not have gotten my rocks that time if she hadn’t reached down and grabbed the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick to force it harder against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit as she came.
She came, she saw, she conquered.
Fātimah matter-of-factly kept holding my scum-spurting Uncut Hindu head against her engorged Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips as she rode up and down on my lap.
When she rubbed the ropes of cum around on her belly and started licking her fingers, I shot another wad I had no idea I was saving.
Another ride to University with Fātimah rubbing her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit and slipping pants on at the last minute.
I could learn to like this if I tried hard enough.
The next morning, Fātimah was nowhere to be found.
There was no half naked teenager lounging in the doorway of the bathroom as I showered.
Had she suddenly had enough or decided that it wasn’t the right thing to do?
I was frantic.
I threw on my robe and ran down the hall to her room to see what was going on.
As I burst into her room, she was still in bed, apparently asleep, with the sheet down to her waist, uncovering two of the most beautiful tits I had ever seen.
I pulled the sheet the rest of the way off her luscious naked body.
“Fātimah! Get up! It’s late! You’ve overslept!”
She blinked her eyes open and made no mention of the fact that she was nude and my rigid Uncut Hindu Dick was sticking out of my robe right in her face.
“I’m sorry, Durgesh. I’ve been a very bad girl. I guess you’ll have to spank me again.”
Fātimah got on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, with her tight little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass almost touching my bursting Uncut Hindu Dick, waiting for her punishment to begin.
Oh, how I wanted to lean forward the few inches that separated us and ram the entire length of my enormous Uncut Hindu Dick in that sweet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy that was winking at me.
However, I somehow managed to control myself to the point of only resting it in the crack of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass while I smacked her cheeks.
After a few good smacks, she pulled forward enough to let my Uncut Hindu Dick fall below her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt and reached back with one hand to hold it against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips again, like she had done during our “breast cancer” checkup yesterday.
The combined effects of her riding my Uncut Hindu Dick and my slapping her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass caused us both to get off very quickly.
This was becumming a habit!
By unspoken agreement, we continued to pleasure each other every morning, without ever acknowledging that we were flaunting taboos.
Any time her Ammījān wasn’t around to see her, Fātimah would quite openly play with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy and her tits in plain view of my watching Hindu eyes.
Likewise, I felt free to be quite open in pleasuring myself at these times.
Kħadījah kept up her early-to-bed routine so she could be out of the house by six.
This left Fātimah and I together alone in the family room for a couple of hours every night.
She would curl her legs under her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass on the couch and stick two fingers in her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt while I stroked my massive Hindu hardon, as we pretended to watch TV.
One evening, as we got bolder and bolder, I stuck in a porno flick I had rented just for the occasion.
Fātimah watched in fascination as the Musalmān girl sucked the Hindu off, then sat on his fat Uncut Hindu Dick.
My heart skipped a beat as Fātimah took all this in, and then came to sit next to me on the couch.
I’m still sitting there with my Uncut Hindu Dick in my hand and she is still pretending we are having a tea party.
She almost absent-mindedly reached a small hand out to touch my bursting Uncut Hindu Prick that seemed to grow even bigger when she touched it.
Her eyes grew wide as she found that she could barely reach around it with both hands.
I sat back and let her have full access to the Hindu Cock and balls, with no restrictions on how or what she might do with them.
She must have spent an hour just squeezing and stroking my big Uncut Hindu Prick.
She weighed my balls in her hands and measured all the dimensions of the “arm” she was holding.
It wasn’t the first time she had seen it, obviously, but it was the first time she “saw” it.
By the time she stuck a tentative tongue tip in my pisshole, she knew every mm of my Uncut Hindu Dick.
I sat very still, not wanting to disturb the Moment.
Whatever she decided to do was ok with me, whether it was to go to bed and dream of other things, or straddle me and fuck the hell out of herself on her Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Dick.
Either way was all right by me.
Very slowly, she bent her head forward, further and further, until the head of her Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Dick was completely inside her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, but her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth was so wide open that nothing touched me except her breath, which was driving me insane.
It was as close as I’ve ever been to blowing my nuts without touching myself or being touched.
She kept me in this condition for what seemed like an eternity, then slowly sat up, smiled at me and went to bed.
As hard as I was, and as close to coming as I had been, it seemed like I should do the same.
After the sustained subtlety of her lovemaking, a common jackoff seemed like some sort of sacrilege.
Somehow, I managed to calm my nerves sufficiently to drop off to sleep.
Kħadījah was snoring away beside me and I was greatly tempted to ram my Uncut Hindu Dick through her nightgown to relieve the intense pressure in my balls, but I thought I owed it to Fātimah to save it for morning.
As it turned out, I guess I saved it for myself as much as anyone, because the load I blew over the shower door was the most massive of my life.
What an explosion!
Fittingly, the first gob flew out of the shower stall and landed on Fātimah’s face as she watched her Durgesh do his morning jack off.
The rest of the morning was a repeat of the day before.
Fātimah now leaned openly against her door with one foot in my lap while she rubbed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt for me on the ride to University.
I could hardly wait for Kħadījah to go to bed that night.
The anticipation of the unknown delights in store for me with Kħadījah’s innocent young daughter, Fātimah, was driving me wild.
Without a word, Fātimah started the tape at a section she had cued up before I got home, then sat beside me on the couch, as before.
This time, however, she did not reach for my Uncut Hindu Prick, but kept her eyes on the porno, where the Hindu was going down on the young Musalmān girl.
“Oho!” I thought. “This is what we want.”
I slid to the floor between Kħadījah’s daughter’s thighs and gently stroked her silky legs that opened wide to allow me access to everything she had, just as I had done for her last night.
I reached into the end table where Kħadījah and I kept the massage oil we used to use before she changed her shift.
I warmed the bottle in my hands then spread it liberally on my Fātimah darling’s peach-fuzz-covered thighs.
Fātimah moaned as she settled back into the cushions and closed her eyes.
I slid her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass closer to the edge of the couch to give me better access to her dripping Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips and began a slow, teasing, exploration of every fold of her semi-virginal Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
I used every trick in my book to titillate and torture her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
I even slid one finger in her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt and another up her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass while rubbing my Uncut Hindu Prick over her fully aroused and erect Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.
I could feel it coming a long way off and knew that she was building up to a record shattering orgasm, before backing off, leaving her gasping for breath.
She looked at me with pain in her eyes, but wouldn’t finish it off herself, or ask me to.
She saw that it was payback for last night and recognized that the pain might well be worth it, based on the ferociousness of my orgasm this morning.
Our steadily escalating relationship took one more step the next morning, when Fātimah joined me in the shower.
As usual, she didn’t speak or acknowledge what she was doing.
She simply opened the shower door and came in.
She lathered herself thoroughly, then went to work on me.
When we were completely seduced, Fātimah reached between her legs and stuck my Uncut Hindu Dick between her legs so she could ride it like a wagon tongue as she rocked back and forth on it.
Fātimah hummed to herself as she rode and held it tight against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips without any attempt to slide it into the tight little heaven my balls were demanding for.
There was no surprise when she began shaking.
Her body had been giving off signals for five minutes that a nubile volcano was about to erupt.
I don’t know how long it had been since she breathed, or since I had, for that matter.
All I know is that my body seemed to be holding back a torrent of cum, to avoid turning it loose before the proper time.
When Fātimah finally cut loose, so did I.
My cum mingled with the suds at her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt as she wilted in my arms.
If I hadn’t caught her, she would have collapsed on the floor of the shower room.
I quickly rinsed us both off enough to prevent too big a mess and easily carried her light, lithe, body to her bed.
“Just rest a few minutes, Fātimah darling. I’ll call in sick for both of us and we’ll take the day off.”
I tucked her in as she curled up in a contented ball, with her finger in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, like she always used to do when she was younger.
“Oh! Hi, Durgesh” she piped, as if she weren’t completely naked and half lying across her Durgesh’s big Uncut Hindu Dick. “I had a little nap”, she informed me as she absent-mindedly stroked my Uncut Hindu Prick. “Wake up!” she shouted jokingly at my Uncut Hindu Dick as she slapped it into a full stand.
“Know what I’d like to do?” she quizzed as she continued to stroke my painfully distended Uncut Hindu Prick.
“I want to see if this Hindu thing will fit into me without tearing me apart.”
It was the first time she had openly acknowledged the idea of fucking me.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I asked, hoping against hope that she wanted it more than anything in the world.
“More than anything in the world!” she declared as she raised herself up to straddle my loins.
“In that case, we better help things along a bit. Come up higher for a minute. You’re going to need a little preparation.”
I pulled her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass toward me until she was sitting on my chin.
What a beautiful sight!
This pink passionflower that was soon to be split by my huge Uncut Hindu lovepole needed the advantage of a good kissing to get it ready.
When Fātimah could take no more kissing without dissolving, she looked me straight in the eye and raised her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass over the end of my Uncut Hindu Prick.
Slowly, very slowly, she lowered herself onto it.
Inch by fearsome inch disappeared inside her slender exbbSaåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body as I tried desperately to remain still when my whole being was urging me to ram it to the bottom of her tender Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
She must have done something ahead of time to get rid of that nuisance of a cherry, because there was no interruption of her steady ride to heaven.
Perhaps one of her masturbation had popped it for her, but without opening the road wide enough for my load.
Finally, she sat, triumphantly, astride my Uncut Hindu Prick, with the entire Uncut Hindu shaft buried within her tiny body.
“Look, Durgesh, I did it!” she beamed, as if she had managed to do a somersault for the first time.
For perhaps fifteen minutes, Fātimah just sat there in wonder.
A minor quiver ran through her body from time to time, but basically, she just sat there and let her extremely beautiful teenager Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body adjust itself to the intrusion of my enormous Uncut Hindu Prick.
When I began to wonder how long I could remain hard without motion of any sort, her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy started to make tiny spasms, clenching my Uncut Hindu Dick like a hand.
The spasms remained subtle, but increased in frequency until my back arched away from the bed, raising Fātimah high into the air.
“Ride me, Hindu boy!” she sang out as she kicked her heels into my Hindu thighs.
This was more than I could endure without relief.
Such a massive stream of cum flowed out of my Uncut Hindu Prick into the depths of her tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy that I wondered how it could stay in there.
My question was answered as she reached her own peak of ecstasy.
The contractions of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy caused by the intensity of her orgasm squeezed out not only my cum, but massive quantities of what must have been female cum.
The bed was soaked.
“Better clean that up before your Ammījān Kħadījah gets home.” I smiled at Fātimah.
Little did I know that Kħadījah had doubled back that morning, to check the progress of her plan.
“I wondered how long it would take for you two to get together.,” she said from the doorway.
Fātimah’s blood ran cold.
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
23. A secret Smile
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
109. The women in my life
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
35. Saamved: Mantr 1
Åāyeshah Siddīqah continued,
“Durgesh, I just threw up in my mouth picturing Kħadījah Muħammad and you naked. Both your Kħadījah Muħammad and her Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, invited me to supper and I wouldn’t miss this for the—”
“Okay, you’re staying for supper, Åāyeshah. Matter of fact, you’re not going home alone. I’d leave you there. But if I find out you told anyone about seeing my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Chief Outqueen and Kħadījah Muħammad’s Ammījān, Āmnah Åbdullah, naked, I’ll think something more of you.”
“C’mon, Durgesh, don’t be like that.”
“You’re not being much of a friend, especially since we haven’t seen one another for nearly a year. We should catch up over dinner while we—”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled,
“And what’s wrong with that? You are a hypersexual. You yourself need a hottest Sunni Musalmān Pussy to stick your Uncut Hindu Lund into it. What if we Musalmān Beauties also love to provide you what you need?”
I watched Åāyeshah Siddīqah serenely,
“You are in it?”
“In this nonsense?”
“What if I am?”
“Åāyeshah!” I addressed her impatiently, “Åāyeshah, I’ve already accepted your proposal to fuck the Musalmān Beauties in need, as My Social Service to you Musalmān Beauties. I’ve already accepted the proposal of Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ to fuck the Musalmān Beauties in need, as a Sex Therapist. What more you Musalmān Beauties want from me? Naturally, I can’t fuck the entire millions of you Musalmān Beauties. I’m also an ordinary man after all, as the rest of the males are. Naturally, I have to choose some of you millions of the Musalmān Beauties. Naturally, I have to reject the rest of you.”
“Yes, I can understand that.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah watched me with concern.
“Then what’s this happening darling?”
“Ask Kħadījah Muħammad. I think it’s her own big idea as her Ammījān too is in it.”
“You are not in it?”
“Not till now.”
“Isn’t it a part of ‘Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’?”
“Allah, I never suspected of that.”
“But it maybe?”
“How? That’s a teen Musalmān Beauties’ movement. Isn’t that?”
“It was primarily.” I acknowledged, “But soon the rest of the Musalmān Beauties started to combat the teen Musalmān Beauties’ movement to safeguard their own interest. They refused to give it another less Islamic name. So the movement now involves the entire Musalmān Beauties irrespective of their age groups.”
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaaaah!”Åāyeshah Siddīqah was horrified.
I watched Åāyeshah Siddīqah calmly.
I could not say from her body language whether she was telling me the truth.
She was not anymore the simple Åāyeshah Siddīqah I met her first.
She held my Uncut Hindu Penis then without even realizing what she was holding for support.
It was so long, so thick and so strong, and her husband’s cut Musalmān cock was so small, so slender and so limp that she could never even imagine it was my Uncut Hindu Penis she was holding for support.
She thought it was some steel rod fixed in the bike for support.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah realized when it grew in her fist.
Allah, Yā Allaaaaaaah! She was holding my Uncut Hindu Penis for support!
But the realization could not keep her ashamed of her any longer than momentarily.
Instantaneously it thrilled her instead.
Allah, Yā Allaaaaaaah! What a penis!
Even she took it for a steel rod!
Her fist clinched on my Uncut Hindu Penis, now deliberately.
She felt its entire length, thickness and the incredible strength.
Moreover, she felt the foreskin too.
She realized I was not a Musalmān.
I must be a Hindu.
Why shouldn’t she enjoy the forbidden fruit too?
Most of her extremely gorgeous Musalmān Beauties friends were already enjoying it.
Are they not?
And they are not ashamed of it even a bit.
Instead, they are proud of it.
Hell, why can’t she herself enjoy the forbidden fruit?***
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