Midterm 2012 Volume 4
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 3
Ved Nagar Volume 2
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb controlled himself.
“I’ve got to know whether or not Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was here talking with you.”
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb’s impatience dropped from my calm manner as easily as butter slips from a hot knife.
“Let’s not have any misunderstanding. Do you know Miss Al Hilāl Al Tayyab personally?”
“Of course I do. What do you think I’m worried about a person whom I don’t know personally even?”
“Yet she doesn’t want you to know of her whereabouts?” I smiled sarcastically.
“Mr. Durgesh, I can’t allow her to destroy herself.”
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb remained standing by the window.
His face showed that he was laboring under a great strain.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said he was himself a millionaire therefore he wasn’t interested in her multi millions.
“You can’t talk that way to me.” He said.
“I have already talked that way to you, Mr. Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb.” I said sweetly.
“Nevertheless, you can’t do it.”
“It would be all right to talk that way to a stranger, Mr. Durgesh, but I’m not a stranger to Al Hilāl Al Tayyab. I’m close to her. You don’t know she was ready to marry Muħammad the gay.”
“That’s right. He is already married. Yet, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab wanted to marry him only because she wanted to cuckold him. I offered myself to her.”
I was dumbfounded.
“To be cuckolded?”
“To be cuckolded.”
“You love her that much?”
“I love her more than my life.”
“Don’t you know Al Hilāl Al Tayyab is an ardent utmost active member of Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?”
“Her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was an ardent follower of Imām Muħammad Ħasan.”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan does not want to cuckold anyone.” I said curtly, “He is a great man. He established Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Clubs with the help of ever anti Hindu Westerners.”
“Every Westerner isn’t anti Hindu.” Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb contradicted me immediately with blunt response.
I smiled patiently.
“I never said that. Did I?”
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb watched me scrutinizing.
He didn’t say anything.
“The trouble with you, Mr. Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, is that you are too much full of prejudices against me to understand why Imām Muħammad Ħasan is with me.”
“I…I’m sorry,” Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb said feeling himself shameful somewhat.
“You are an educated man, I think.”
“I’m a M. D.”
“Doctor of Medicine?”
“Yes, Muħammad is my friend. I wanted to cure him.”
“He doesn’t want to be cured.”
“Yes, I know, now.”
“He has self-hypnotized himself so much that he is developing now female sex organ even.”
“Allah, and Al Hilāl Al Tayyab wanted to marry him?” Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb was crestfallen, “Alħamdulillāh that I decided to save her at the right time.”
“She would use you as a footrest while I fuck her.” I exploded my bombshell, “You can’t bear such a degradation ever. Can you?”*
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb smiled sadly.
“I can even die for her. She is already using me as her footrest, although you are not fucking her then.”
I could not speak anything for a minute.
Then I said.
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, do you really think you love her?”
“Let me go to hell,” Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb kept smiling miserably, “what do you yourself think? What is it if not my love for her?”
“Isn’t it a fact that your wife, Al Navīdah Al Ghaus, has separated from you? Isn’t it a fact that she has charged you that you can’t father a child?”
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb was stunned.
“So she told you that?”
“You still have more faith in your wife, Al Navīdah Al Ghaus, than you have faith in Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.” I smiled cunningly.
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb said curtly,
“Nonsense. Al Navīdah Al Ghaus has already separated from me. She would never come to me.”
“Yet you still think Al Navīdah Al Ghaus would never betray you, only Al Hilāl Al Tayyab can.”
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb was wide eyed.
His mouth was agape with immensely incredible surprise.
“You mean… you mean Al Navīdah Al Ghaus has already joined your Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire? Allah, why the hell didn’t I ever think it? Allah! Allah!”
He fell on a chair as if he had lost his everything to me.
It was more than obvious that he still loved his already separated wife, Al Navīdah Al Ghaus, more.
His claim that he loved Al Hilāl Al Tayyab more was doubtful.
And Al Hilāl Al Tayyab wanted to marry him if even her inheritance of more than a hundred million dollars was on stake.
What wrong Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was doing if she is controlling everything on her behalf?
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb didn’t deserve the sacrifice Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was prepared to do for him.*
For as long as Al Hilāl Al Tayyab could remember Al Jalāl Al Tayyab had always been a domineering ‘bitch’.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab seemed to derive enjoyment from humiliating people even members of her own family.
She hated Pseudo Musalmīn very much.
“They killed Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Imām Muħammad Ħusayn at Karbalā, killing the entire Islamic Movement of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. The bastards must be cuckolded to Vedic Monotheist Hindus and us. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is absolutely right.”
Al Tayyab Al Muħammad smiled gravely at his youngest sister.
He never approved of her marriage with Al Zahīr Al Muħammad.
Al Zahīr Al Muħammad got the brunt of her acidic tongue any time she went ballistic and I felt sorry for him anytime I saw him reduced to a shivering wreck after being berated for misdemeanors as frivolous as not putting his coffee mug in the kitchen sink after breakfast.
It wasn’t that Al Zahīr Al Muħammad was a weakling.
It was just that he was totally incapable of exhibiting any form of violence both verbal and physical to anyone, especially women.
He was over sophisticated, suffering for it.
He could not understand Al Jalāl Al Tayyab actually hated him for his over sophistication even in sex.
He preferred to ‘act matured’ any time Al Jalāl Al Tayyab opened her pretty mouth and rained abuses on him.
Personally, I could understand why he wouldn’t break his superhero No Kill rule and just knock her out.
Even that would not shut her up real fast.
She was a billionaire.
Al Zahīr Al Muħammad needed her money even for his own survival and the survival of his entire idle family always devoted to Islamic activities only.*
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb looked at me.
His eyes were begging me to answer him.
“Is Al Navīdah Al Ghaus too having your ever famous ever omnipotent Uncut Hindu Lund into her ever beautiful young Musalmān Choot already?”
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb,” I advised him gravely, “be a man.”
“What do you mean?”
“Al Navīdah Al Ghaus was once your wife, not now anymore. She has separated from you herself. It doesn’t make any difference on what grounds. The cold and hard fact now is that Al Navīdah Al Ghaus doesn’t want to live with you anymore as your wife. Forget her. You have already decided to marry with Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, despite the fact that you know Al Hilāl Al Tayyab is obsessed with my Uncut Hindu Lund.”
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb laughed ironically.
“There isn’t any woman now anywhere in the entire infinite åālmīn, entire infinite creations, entire infinite realities that doesn’t want to enjoy sex with you. Your De facto Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, has successfully spread too many white lies about your ever incredible sexual prowess. Even the ever dominant Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā surrendered to you despite the fact that Al Zahīr Al Muħammad uncle was never incompetent in any way.”*
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab’s 38 year old Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, was smoking hot and that’s putting it mildly.
That’s what made her so annoying to Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was tall, almost six feet and built like an Olympic gymnast despite being the mother of 5 equally beautiful daughters.
Anyone can actually see her muscles rippling anytime she had a workout at the gym at home, especially her legs which went on like forever and were sculptured to physical perfection.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was deeply tanned with long jet black hair that stretched all the way to her waist.
Her eyes were deep and shockingly blue with an intensity that could incinerate anyone born of woman who dared try to stare her down.
Most times, people avoided looking at her eyes and either looked tamely at her luscious full red lips or went further South to rest on her perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts with nipples harder and sharper than a pair of coffin nails.
But her greatest asset or should I say ass-et was her robust Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
It was a perfectly sculptured heart-shaped pair of Musalmān buttocks that stood out at right angles from her back and flared out at the hips.
In fact I don’t know why Al Jalāl Al Tayyab still worked as an utmost successful businesswoman, probably to get a kick from berating her subordinates at meetings, instead of becoming an ass model.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab’s perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was the stuff of dreams for jeans designers.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab knew she had a great perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and made sure others knew it as well.
When she was home, she walked around the house in a half-top and the briefest of panties not giving a hoot if I, her five young daughters or even Al Zahīr Al Muħammad were around.
She didn’t even put on a robe if Al Zahīr Al Muħammad’s friends came around to visit.
No wonder they came around a lot.
I didn’t blame them.
As for a strapping 40 year old male then, like me, it was a running battle to keep my Hindu eyes off her as well.
I was the only one who wasn’t intimidated by Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. Whenever she yelled at me I would grin insolently at her, matching her eye for eye.
I wouldn’t insult her― I would never do that, but the expressions on my face, whenever she picked me out for a fight, ranged from boredom to a slight disinterest which infuriated her.
She tried to hit me once― I caught her wrist before her palm connected with my cheek and told her not to hurt herself.
Naturally she went bonkers.
Probably why Al Jalāl Al Tayyab took extra effort to get under my skin was because there was an undeniable sexual tension between us.
I had caught her several times staring at me when I was using the gym.
I was also an exhibitionist, two can play that game anyway, and walked around the house mostly in my boxers.
I’ve got a great Hindu male body that I worked very hard for, maintaining my Stavans and my ever indomitable positive thinking, and I was proud of it.
Even Al Jalāl Al Tayyab’s young daughters liked to tease me about it while Al Jalāl Al Tayyab would glare heatedly at me.
I knew one day the situation would get to a head and the two of us would have to do something about each other.
I couldn’t wait.
Well, the day of reckoning came sooner than I thought.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab’s family wanted to travel to their hometown to see Al Jalāl Al Tayyab’s in laws for the weekend.
I couldn’t go because I hadn’t been ‘feeling well’ for the past couple of days and was in no condition to travel; Al Jalāl Al Tayyab didn’t want to go because she just didn’t want to.
Al Zahīr Al Muħammad and his daughters were not complaining: a weekend without Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was a gift from heaven and they only paused for a brief second to sympathize with me.
It was going to be especially tense since we had only recently had a terrific row in which we both lost our cool and I uncharacteristically yelled at the top of my voice.
I smiled as they joked about the fight while Al Jalāl Al Tayyab gave me a curious look.
It was going to be a hell of a weekend.
It was very likely we would kill each other.
Around six in the evening they bundled into Al Zahīr Al Muħammad’s beat up SUV and took off after the customary heart felt farewells which consisted of his very shapely young daughters giving me long hugs and even longer kisses and Al Zahīr Al Muħammad shaking my hand.
They all kissed Al Jalāl Al Tayyab tentatively on the cheek while she remained cold and aloof.
I waved at the retreating car as Al Jalāl Al Tayyab swung on her heels and entered the house.
Mr. Jalāluddīn, their elderly next door neighbor, happened to be in his front yard.
I caught him staring at Al Jalāl Al Tayyab’s behind with his mouth agape.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was wearing a pair of pale-blue denim bum shorts and a black tank top.
She was really looking excellent.
He saw me watching him with an amused smile and went beet red.
I winked at him.
I knew he was jealous of me.
He even suspected that Al Jalāl Al Tayyab had an extramarital affair with me.
It was natural therefore for him to be jealous of me.
His houseladies were already having romantic affairs with me, he suspected to be sexual too.
I immediately went upstairs to lie down.
I was still feeling excited and my heart was thumping so fast from excitement.
I lay staring at the ceiling until Al Jalāl Al Tayyab walked in without knocking.
She did this all the time and I found it extremely relishing.
It was only by fleetness of foot that she hadn’t caught me with my pants down in a corner or in bed doing the customary fucking my other Musalmān women whenever the need was.
I couldn’t lock the door.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab would become suspicious that I was fucking her young daughters too.
She leaned against the door jamb and eyed me.
I stared back at her.
I thought she really looked good the way she cocked her head to one side and observed me.
She looked like one of those femme fatales from Hollywood gangster flicks of the 30s.
“How are you feeling?” she asked at last.
“I think I am feverish somewhat.”
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t know.”
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab shrugged her shoulders impatiently and paused before moving towards me.
I knew Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was weighing acting as a concerned friend or as a complete bitch.
She decided to go against type and check me for a temperature.
She leaned over me as her hand snaked under my t-shirt to feel my chest and my neck.
I could clearly see down her neckline and I got an eyeful of her perky Musalmān tits.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab had a black bra on so I couldn’t see her nipples even though they stretched the flimsy material considerably.
I smiled confidently and she mistook it for me feeling some pain or discomfort from her prying hands.
“What is it? Are you okay?” she asked, unable to fully mask the concern in her voice.
“I am fine. Just feeling a bit dizzy that’s all.”
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab sighed and straightened up.
“Come down stairs and let me get you something to drink.”
“I am fine.”
“Come down stairs now,” Al Jalāl Al Tayyab said as she left.
“Yes, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab,” I smiled smirking somewhat.
I still spent about a full minute before I sauntered downstairs and ambled into the kitchen.
What I saw next stopped me dead in my tracks.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was bent over the open freezer trying to bring something out.
Her plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was facing me directly and it was as big and as beautiful as a full moon on a black night.
The bum shorts had all but disappeared into the deep cleft between her excellent Musalmān buttocks and the white globes sneered at me.
I was so taken aback that I didn’t move for a couple of seconds.
I coughed and moved into the kitchen.
“Sorry, Durgesh, I was getting some ice cream,” Al Jalāl Al Tayyab said over her shoulder, “Are you strong enough? Come and help me out.”
“Sure, no problem.”
I walked over to the freezer.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab straightened up and stood aside.
I bent down and fished out the buckets of ice cream at the bottom of the freezer.
I felt her eyes watching me.
I brought out the buckets and handed them to her.
“Thank you,” Al Jalāl Al Tayyab said as she glanced down at my shorts “Go watch TV. I’ll bring you something to drink.”
I did as I was requested and decided to watch a DVD.
I picked out Basic Instinct and laid back to watch.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab came in later and handed me a cup of juice.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was holding a bucket of ice cream which she evidently had plans of indulging herself with.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab sat on a sofa near me and asked me what I was watching.
The movie was still in the beginning credits and the infamous sex-murder scene hadn’t started yet.
“Basic Instinct,” I said, waiting for her to object vehemently.
We never watched anything steamier than a Brazilian soap opera when Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was around.
I looked at her in disbelief.
“You haven’t watched Basic Instinct?”
“It stars Michael Douglas and Sharon Stone and it’s a classic. Well to me it is.”
The sex scene started and we lapsed into silence.
I tried to keep a straight face as I wondered what Al Jalāl Al Tayyab‘s reaction would be.
I stole a glance at her and noticed Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was watching the movie with rapt attention.
The movie ended.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab stood up and said she was going to take a bath.
I told her that I was going to still watch some more DVDs.
I had deliberately played the last movie to gauge her reaction and so far Al Jalāl Al Tayyab had remained unperturbed.
I was getting slightly cunning.
I was getting hornier by the minute and I wanted to make her hot and bothered.
So far it wasn’t working.
I was watching Wild Things when she came downstairs again.
When I saw her my heart rate rapidly increased.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was wearing a flimsy black nightie that stopped at mid-thigh.
I had never seen her wear anything so blatantly provocative before.
By the way her body moved underneath, I knew Al Jalāl Al Tayyab wasn’t wearing anything else.
Immediately I felt hard and I quickly crossed my legs to cover my tenting shorts.
She flopped belly down on the couch, her cheerful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass skywards.
She cocked her head to one side to watch the tally using her forearms as a pillow.
I could see under the hem of her nightie at her bare Musalmān bum.
Naturally I lost interest in the movie I was watching.
I shifted my body slightly on the sofa so I could face her while still pretending to be watching the TV.
Her legs were slightly apart and I could see her perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass crack, all the way down to her pubic mound and the thick black thicket around it.
Didn’t she know Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was exposing herself, I thought?
“Would you mind to get me a glass of water?”
“Certainly not, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.”
I reluctantly stood up and went to the kitchen.
As I walked back with the glass I decided that if Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was going to act slutty then why the hell couldn’t I?
I walked over to her and gave her the glass.
By then my Uncut Hindu Lund was at half-mast and I let it tent my shorts.
She took the glass from me and her eyes rested on my Hindu bulge.
I noticed the surprised look in her eyes even though she didn’t say anything.
She drank slowly while she glanced furtively at my shorts.
I pretended as if nothing was happening.
She gave me back the glass and I took it back to the kitchen.
By the time I came back Al Jalāl Al Tayyab had reverted to her former position on the couch.
This time when I sat down, I noticed that her legs had spread further apart and that the hem was resting higher on her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Half her pink plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks were fully exposed and her entire pink excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was visible to me.
I nearly exploded at the sight.
I glanced at her face and saw that her eyes were closed.
Was Al Jalāl Al Tayyab sleeping?
I didn’t think so.
Although I knew her to be a deep sleeper I didn’t think Al Jalāl Al Tayyab would drop off so easily.
For the next 10 minutes, I continued to stare at her pink excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, while my Hindu hard on raged.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to bear it for long and I bloody well couldn’t go to sleep myself.
Wild Things finished and the next DVD started playing.
This time it was an all-out porn movie.
The moans and screams didn’t even make Al Jalāl Al Tayyab stir, as I heard her snoring softly.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I was going to do something, now or never.
I stood up and padded softly over to her.
Her eyes were still closed as I paused for what seemed an eternity before going down on my knees.
Slowly, without taking my eyes off her face I placed my Hindu hand on her smooth, white Musalmān bum.
Wow! It felt great.
I expected her to react as if electrocuted but her eyes remained closed.
I removed my hand for a while, then placed it on the other perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass cheek.
No response from Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
Slowly and very gently, I began to massage it.
She mumbled in her sleep and I went to my sofa.
However after a couple of minutes I came back.
I boldly put my Uncut Hindu Lund in her crack and traced the length of it, lingering a while on her pink excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab didn’t move.
I badly wanted to spread her cheeks and see her pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass hole.
I did bring my face close to her perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass crack and gently placed my lips on her pink excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
The smell, the taste was simply out of this world.
I noticed that Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was quite damp.
I wondered whether Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was still asleep.
I was breathing deeply and I knew I had to go further, otherwise I would go crazy.
I decided to throw caution to the wind.
Placing both my hands on her perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks I gently and expertly kneaded those massive Musalmān globes.
They felt wonderful and I was amazed at how soft and firm they were.
It wasn’t long before she began to whimper and grunt while her hips startled to wiggle.
I kept on massaging her, my Uncut Hindu Lund prying the cheeks open. Her legs spread wider and I noticed her pink excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was soaking wet.
However she kept her eyes closed.
I spread her pink plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks wide open.
She gasped and her hips lurched.
I began to kiss it.
I traced my Uncut Hindu Lund down her Musalmān crack and inserted it into her pink excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She gasped as I felt her Musalmān juices around my Uncut Hindu Lund. By now her hips were gyrating like mad and Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was moaning and groaning.
I straightened up but remained on my knees and grabbing her waist I turned her around till her knees came off the couch and landed on the floor.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab still tried to maintain the farce that Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was still asleep and kept her face in the cushions as her perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass tilted up to face me.
I spread her legs and pushed the hem of her nightie completely over her perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
There was nothing else on this earth that was more alluring than what was before me.
Holding my Uncut Hindu Lund, I guided the fat head to the small pucker of her sopping wet female Musalmān bum hole.
When I placed my dickhead on her flesh she gave a sharp squeal of protest and tried to retreat, but I grabbed her slim waist and slowly but firmly pushed it in.
She cried out painfully and I nearly passed out in pleasure.
It took some pressure but I soon got my Uncut Hindu Prick all the way into her chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab had no alternative now except to speak at last.
“No, Durgesh! Stop!” she pleaded, but I was way past listening to her.
Slowly I began to pump her and soon enough I increased the tempo.
By now, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was begging and screaming.
Her hips bucked and wiggled as I pumped her rigorously and I leaned forward to slip my hands under her nightie and fondle her perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts.
Her nipples were stiff and erect.
I pulled and pinched them viciously.
“Durgesh… no… fuck…please stop… oh fuck… no!” she breathed as I humped her like a madman.
Nevertheless, her gyrating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks moved in tempo with my wild animal Hindu thrusts.
The porno stars moaned in the background.
We didn’t care.
I suddenly pulled out and she moaned in protest.
But I was merely re-inserting it in her pink excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I wasn’t greedy.
I wanted her to really enjoy it as well.
Naturally this was easier and the only sounds you could hear were my male Hindu thighs slapping against her smooth Musalmān bum.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was sobbing now.
“Durgesh, Baby… fuck me harder, darling… please don’t stop! Al Jalāl Al Tayyab wants to come on your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Lund!”
I didn’t reply.
All I did was grunt and groan.
Finally I felt her stiffen and she began to shudder.
Not long after I came violently and I didn’t even bother to withdraw.
We knelt like that for a long time while we panted and wheezed.
I withdrew and stood up.
I stood there uncertainly until Al Jalāl Al Tayyab got up and sat down.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab wouldn’t look at me and a rush of guilt overwhelmed her.
At last she raised her eyes.
They were wet and I had never seen her looked so depressed in my life. All her ice had melted away.
“What have we done?” she asked quietly, as if to herself.
I now knew what I must do.
This was a despicable act to her we committed but I was going to use it for at least some sort of good.
“Nothing happened, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, and no one will ever know what happened if you do as I say.”
“What?” I detected a trace of hope in her voice and I smiled in triumph. All her guilt had washed away I was in control now.
“You are going to stop being a bitch from now on,” I said in a cool, firm voice, “You will be a good, humble ‘wife’ to me and you will be a loving mother to your daughters … Understood?”
“Yes,” she replied in a flat voice.
“Say yes sir.”
“Now run along and get me something to eat. I was feeling really hungry…”
When the rest of the family came back on Sunday they were shocked over the change in Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was suddenly nice and sweet and eager to please.
They wondered whether we had fought and I had won.
Well, in a way…
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I smiled at Al Hilāl Al Tayyab gravely.
“It’s not as simple as that, my twenty eight years old young Musalmān beloved. I am sixty four―”
She smiled sarcastically.
“You are fucking me, Durgesh. Can’t you be true even to your girlfriend for ten long years? No bloody sixty four can fuck me as wildly as you are. The most I can believe you to be, is thirty four, and it’s ultimate.”
I ignored the infinite times argued argument.
It was of no use ever.
“The point I was making, was that a condition by which a party is prevented from marrying is considered against public policy and void. Nevertheless that’s subject to certain qualifications. Particularly in the case of the trusts of the type that are known as the Spendthrift Trusts. The trust that was created under your Abbū’s will is exactly of one of the exact nature.
“Moreover, you may yourself note that there isn’t exactly any restrictions upon marriage itself. As a matter of fact, your Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, has been given a wide discretion in the matter. Your Abbū had immense faith on his youngest sister, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.”
“Nādirshāh Durrānī.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab chuckled coldly.
“She has a wrong name. Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā must have been named Nādirshāh Durrānī.”
“Nonsense, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab,” I protested, “Al Jalāl Al Tayyab loves you even more than herself. You are the only heir to her too, and the only thing Al Jalāl Al Tayyab wants from you is, behave yourself, act your age, be responsible.”
“I am not interested in her money.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said furiously, “My Abbū has himself left enough for me.”
“You are getting Al Jalāl Al Tayyab wrong.”
“Stop protecting her. She doesn’t need anyone’s protection anymore. You have already trained her to protect herself from everyone.”
She was really impossible.
Her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was right.
Her Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was equally right too.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab needed constant protection from me.
Only I could control her optimum.
My ultimate intimacy with her, for ten long years even, had increased her arrogance instead of making her how to behave sophisticated.
The essential problem was, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab refused to learn anything new she did not know already.
“There are so many persons that say that some lawyers tell people what they can do and what they can’t, but you are always different from those damn fools. You invariably fix things ever so a person can do what s/he wants to do.”
My Uncut Hindu Prick was moving between her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān labial lips more vigorously.
Her twenty eight years old young Musalmān Cunt was swallowing my sixty four years old Uncut Hindu Prick voraciously.
It was my constant experience that comparatively to my other women, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women were more ravenous to fuck me.
It did not, of course, necessarily mean that the Musalmān womankind was more ravenous than the rest of the entire womankind.
In my original Param Purush body that was synchronized now within my own Antim Ācharañ Nāyak body, of course, I was fucking the entire womankind nonstop in Param Vyom, the Absolute Space.
Yet, it was true that ravenous women were there in every society, not only in Ummat-e-Muslimah.
There were numerous reasons for a woman to be ravenous sexually.
Most of the human societies almost always fought with Hindu Society that Hindus were the most sex oriented men.
Ved/Hinduism expressly, specifically, especially, preaches its men to be utmost sex oriented.
If some of the human societies didn’t fight with Hindu Society ever on this point, they almost ever hated Hindus for it, if not expressly, clandestinely at least.
Yet, even such ever biased anti Hindu societies too can’t deny ever, truthfully, that it was only the Hindu Society that successfully faced always every movement that was against humanity and humankind.
The entire history of entire humankind stands to its evidence whether someone acknowledges it or not.
When Pseudo Isālm was massacring the entire non Musalmīn it was Ved/Hinduism that stopped its ever imperialist ever utmost harmful-to-humankind aggression in India.
Islam had already surrendered to Pseudo Isālm at Karbala to Yazīd malåūn and his Pseudo Musalmīn bandits.
The ever vain boasting Persians surrendered to it, by surrendering their entire homeland herself, to Pseudo Musalmīn of Yazīd malåūn and his Pseudo Musalmīn bandits.
It was India only that’s still practicing True Islam anywhere.
Even Turkey is second to India in this matter.
It was one of the ever greatest in Musalmīn, Mughal-e-Åāzam, Shahanshāh, Samrāŧ Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar, that revived True Islam in India, calling it Dīn-e-Ilāhī, separating it from Pseudo Isālm expressly.
And then it started fighting with Pseudo Isālm.*
It was a smile of wisdom garnered from bitter experiences of my past sixty four years, of knowledge amassed, accumulated, from the confidences of thousands of women and men.
If Al Hilāl Al Tayyab could only have even infinitesimal confidence in her aunt, her Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, of what her own Abbū had on his youngest shrewdest sister, she could easily understand Al Jalāl Al Tayyab loved her not anything less than her brother.
But there was her ever closest friend, Al Shams Al Jisārat.
She thought her aunt Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was after her money.
“That’s somewhat true,” I said, “but not entirely. One can almost always get a way out of any situation. If there’s a will, there’s a way.”
“Well,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab told me somewhat bitterly, “there’s a will in this case, my dear ever utmost experienced Hindu husband of sixty four years prudence. I want the way.”
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb was never in the good book of Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab never liked Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb.” I said.
“Are you telling me?” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab asked me inordinately.
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb knows of this provision in the will?”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab watched me with intense scrutinizing eyes.
“I think now Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb knows perhaps. He didn’t until now. Nevertheless, it’s immaterial. It’s neither here nor there. Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb is himself a millionaire. He does not need my money.”
“I see. I think actually you don’t want to marry Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb. You actually want to cuckold him to please my Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. Isn’t it?”*
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled cunningly.
“What if I really want to do it?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is anti-Muslim now, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.”
“You are quite mistaken, my dear ever utmost experienced Hindu husband of sixty four years prudence. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is herself Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā reincarnated. And she has proven it as many times as she razī Allāhu tålā ånahā has been challenged to prove it.”
“In front of ever immense superstitious Pseudo Musalmīn only.” I said bitterly, “I never interrupted her in her practical political strategies whenever they produced creative results.”
“And you think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, your De facto Chief Wife now, isn’t actually Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, reincarnated?” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab asked me ironically, “Only because you are not a Muslim, you are a Hindu instead. You haven’t any faith in Islam whatsoever.”
I kept fucking Al Hilāl Al Tayyab vehemently, patiently.
“Don’t try to make it a religious communal issue, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.”
“You have no right to call our religious faith communal, Durgesh.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said furiously bitterly, “It’s not your faith. It’s not your religion. It’s up to us Musalmīn to define what our religion is and what’s not.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was adamant not to argue rationally without any bias and prejudices.
It was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s immensely thoroughly thought out deliberate strategy.
She worked on ever superstitious Pseudo Musalmīn and immensely biased, immensely selfish, extremely beautiful, Musalmān houseladies that were interested either in abnormal wild sex with me or in my ever infinite money.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab wanted to cuckold Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb.
She wasn’t interested in truth at all.
Let the truth be whatsoever damn it.
She wanted to cuckold Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb because Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had promised to let her inheritance released to Al Hilāl Al Tayyab from Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
Moreover, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab would have an immensely capable friend, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, to take care of her, besides me too.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab looked at me,
“Don’t make any mistake about it,” her voice was vibrant with emotion, “I’m going to marry Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb. It’s final. You have got to find some way so that I can do it. I leave that end of it up to you.”
I kept fucking Al Hilāl Al Tayyab scrutinizing her carefully.
“Well, you are adamant to cuckold Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, I think.”
“I am,” she said firmly.
“Okay. Let me look up the concerned court records before planning the optimum strategy. Let’s talk about it further, tomorrow morning.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab pulled her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī nude Musalmān bottom until my Uncut Hindu Prick was out of her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt only its head remaining inside. Then she thrust it back into my nude male Hindu lap with her entire feminine lust.
It vanished into her Musalmān Cunt absolutely.
“Tomorrow morning is too late.” She shook her head, “The most I can afford is, this afternoon.”
I sighed disguising my exasperation.
“Okay. Give me time to look up the concerned court records in the meantime. Let’s talk further about it at four o’clock.”
“Okay.” She smiled at me ultimately.*
I fucked Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī engrossed in thoughtful appraisal.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī understood my mood absolutely now.
She knew I never wanted to be disturbed when I was thinking.
Ultimately, I jabbed a button on the side of my desk.
A young woman of twenty eight popped her beautiful head through the doorway leading from a law library, watched me fucking Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī gravely, smiled impishly, and entered the room.
“Al Vaqār,” I said, “go up to the court house and find the papers in the Al Tayyab Estate. An Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was given property amounting to more than a hundred million dollars in trust. The name of the trustee is Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. Check the decree of distribution, and also the will. Make copies of the trust provisions, then get back here as soon as you can.”
The gorgeous young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty blinked her eyes swiftly, twice.
“Al Tayyab?” she asked.
“Yes,” I smiled at her, “Al Tayyab Al Muħammad.”
“And Al Jalāl Al Tayyab?”
“And Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.” I confirmed.
“Okay.” Al Vaqār Al Åbbās smiled at me seductively, turned, crossed the stateroom with confident steps, proudly aware of my ever appreciative Hindu male gaze on her young plump luscious Musalmān buttocks, and plunged into the outer office at my yacht.
I smiled at Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
She smiled at me too.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was all alert now.
She knew very well now when to keep quiet and when to speak.
Her manner radiated assurance and efficiency.
“Let’s check our impressions about Al Hilāl Al Tayyab today.” I said.
“She looked me trapped or sulky today.”
“Be specific. What was she? Trapped or sulky?”
“Does it make a lot of difference?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled impishly somewhat, squeezing her vaginal muscles around my entire Uncut Hindu Prick.
“Sure,” I said, “you had a chance to see her when Al Hilāl Al Tayyab wasn’t posing. You are a woman too. She doesn’t need to impress you. Almost every woman that’s beautiful, poses at least somewhat in masculine presence either knowingly or unknowingly.”
“I think you can’t blame us womankind for it.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
“I never do.”
“Did she tell you the truth?”
“None of them tell us the truth the first time usually,” I said, “the womankind don’t especially more than the mankind. That’s why I decided to take your opinion too. Did she look trapped, or did she look sulky?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī spoke thoughtfully, weighing her words carefully.
“I never saw her so trapped and sulky before. She was both today. I think she got caught in some kind of trap and had turned sulky.”
I smiled and pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely with immense sexual lust for her.
“Are you sure Al Hilāl Al Tayyab wasn’t in panic?”
“What do you mean?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was suddenly all alert.
It was something new for her that a girl that appeared sulky ostensibly, might be actually in panic instead.
She had to learn from Durgesh infinitely even now.
Durgesh is perhaps the ever best psychologist now.
It’s immensely necessary to learn the human psychology as much as one can for not one’s progress only, but his/her survival too.
Durgesh is ever successful immensely in almost every field he is interested ever, because he never stops learning about human psychology.
“Nothing,” I smiled once more, “lots of people try to put a poker face when they are in a panic. It’s human nature. We never like to exhibit our weaknesses on others if we can manage it. Panic is a weakness. If the others know we are in a panic, even somewhat, they may take advantage of us at that time, our guards being down.”
“Wallāh, you are right. I never thought about it, Durgesh darling.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī kissed me on my lips cheerfully and squeezed her vaginal muscles appreciatively around my Uncut Hindu Penis.
“It’s elementary, my dear Watson.” I winked at her.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī laughed appreciating me.
“When a person in panic tries to put on a poker face, nine times out of ten s/he looks sulky.”
“That’s right. Al Hilāl Al Tayyab is a self-willed little devil who usually always gets her own way due to her parents’ unbalanced parental love for her. Al Tayyab Al Muħammad was a business tycoon. He thought money was everything. His parents taught him this wrong lesson. Money is very important but not everything even then.”
“Al Tayyab Al Muħammad never paid proper attention to his offspring. He thought he is giving immense money to his daughters and that’s all his duty was to them.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was listening to me with absolute attention.
“It made him careless to his daughter that she was developing an ungovernable temper. He realized it, but too late to improve it. I think Al Hilāl Al Tayyab is caught in some sort of a trap. She is trying to get out of it.”
“A hell-cat?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
Suddenly my receptionist there, Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb, pushed open the door.
“Yes, Al Jamīlah,” I addressed her.
“There’s a man in the outer office.”
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī looked at me.
“I see,” I murmured.
“He wants information about Miss Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.”
“Al Hilāl Al Tayyab?”
“Who has just been here.”
“You told him she has just been here?”
“What does he say?”
“He says that he wants to see you.” Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb smiled, “I asked him about his nature of business with you. He said it’s about a client of yours. I informed him that he would have to give me the name of the client. And tell me something of the nature of the business. He said that it was about Miss Al Hilāl Al Tayyab and he is very anxious to see you about her.”
“I see. What did you tell him?”
“I told him that I wasn’t familiar with the names of your clients, he would have to be more specific concerning his business. He is frightfully excited.”
“About what, the girl or his business?”
“I don’t know that. All I know is that he is excited and nervous.”
I reached a decision.
There was nothing wrong in meeting with the man they were trying to cuckold.
Why not warn him?
Let me see his response to the information.
Moreover, he could tell me something Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was hiding from me.
“Okay,” I said, “send him in,”
Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb nodded and turned, holding the door open.
“You may come in,” she said.
There was a rustle of motion.
A man came into the room.
He radiated restlessness.
He was a man radiating femininity, instead of masculinity.
He needed Stavans to change his mental blue print.
But it was not easy for him.
The communals had attached Stavans, meditation, with Hinduism.
Instead of advising meditation, Stavans, to him, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Hilāl Al Tayyab were planning to cuckold him.
Eīshān Eīshān Shammā shamīshān!
Yet, I knew it was useless to argue with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Hilāl Al Tayyab on it.
They were irrationally adamant.
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb walked with nervous jerky steps.
He was either in late twenties or earlier thirties.
“Good day, counselor.” He smiled with vibrant manners despite his appearance.
“Good day. Please, sit down.” I offered him a chair.
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb hesitated, then sat down on the edge of one of the straight backed chairs.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb?” I asked him cordially.
“I want to find out whether Al Hilāl Al Tayyab called on you today.”
My face was patiently appraising.
“I’m sorry to tell you that I can’t divulge to you anything that my clients tell me in confidence. You should understand it’s a law office. Even a competent court can’t ask me who came to me to consult me legally and who didn’t. It’s not an information bureau, Mr. Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb.”
I said it politely, not harshly.
Why kill a person who is already being killed?
If I can’t save him from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, at least I could be polite to him.
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb jumped nervously to his feet, made some swift strides to the window, stood against the light for a moment, then whirled to stare at me.
His eyes were dark and smoldering.
He seemed to be fighting some overpowering emotion.
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Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could not believe her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, had conspired with Durgesh, against her.
She still couldn’t believe it.
Was Utopian Idealism itself too too powerful that it can turn her own real Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, against her?
She couldn’t believe it.
How the hell can both Durgesh and her Abbū, two utmost brilliant persons she had known ever, can be obsessed to their ever Utopian Idealism to even this extent?
Why are both of them too adamant to understand that Pseudo Musalmīn are not evolved to intrinsic humanity even?
It’s not against humanity to humiliate and cuckold them openly.
‘Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt.”
‘Bear this woman to a man that does good deeds.’
‘Good women for good men, bad women for bad men.’
Is a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman bad?
If not, and certainly not, how a true Musalmān can bear that she would be married to a Pseudo Musalmān, a munāfiq?
Isn’t it a ridicule, a mockery of her Īmān that she would be married to a munāfiq, instead of a man that’s not a polytheist, al mushrik?
‘Wa lā tunkiħū al mushrikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
‘And do not marry polytheist men, until they bring Īmān.’
̶ Al Qur’an Al Karīm: 2|221*
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab walked past an extremely beautiful girl that wore Arabian dress.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was controlling herself yet her eyes showed just a trace of panic.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab admonished herself.
Durgesh was more intelligent than her Aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was.
Why worry then?
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā could not go beyond Durgesh.
After her husband, Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, charged her that Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā was having an affair with Durgesh, he almost separated himself from her.
The girl in Arabian dress closed the door.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab selected the ultramodern, high backed, black leather chair.
She sat down on it, crossed her legs, pulled her skirt down over her knees, and sat facing the door.
Durgesh hasn’t come yet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said Durgesh was fucking her Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab had seven real sisters of her father.
Being all of too beautiful to ignore, it wasn’t any surprise to Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, that Durgesh fucked all of her seven extremely beautiful Buās.
Every one of her seven Buās, had her own separate business.
Most of Musalmān Beauties that were Durgesh’s Live in relationship partners had their own separate business.
There wasn’t anything new.
Even then her youngest Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, was the most successful of them.
The only trouble was, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, didn’t like Al Hilāl Al Tayyab’s ever irresponsible lifestyle.
Yes, her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was a multimillionaire.
But her Buās were billionaires already.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab’s Kħālās were even more beautiful than her Buās.
But they were not as smart as her Buās were.
They didn’t actually hate Durgesh, but they never approved of Durgesh’s Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire even.
“Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah is the natural step for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to be taken.” Her youngest Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, had commented, “I can’t believe Imām Muħammad Ħasan could not anticipate it.”
The door opened and I entered there.
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā can satisfy you more than even I can. Isn’t it?” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab cooed.
“Sorry, I kept you waiting. But why couldn’t you meet me there? Al Jalāl Al Tayyab knows of our mutual relationship. She never objected.”
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā has other things in me to object.”
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab loves you, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.”
“Start fucking me, and keep it on until we stop discussing what I have to discuss with you of my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. You have come here after fucking her. You can’t forget favoring her until you don’t feel your Uncut Hindu Lund deepest into some other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab undressed herself.
When she noticed that I wasn’t undressing myself even then, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab undressed me too despite my more than obvious disinclination.
She smiled when she observed my immense erection despite my deliberate noncooperation.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab went on her knees, pulled me behind her, positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and pushed her immensely gorgeous and glamorous twenty eight years old, young Musalmān bottom on my Uncut Hindu Prick.
My sixty four years old, immensely experienced Uncut Hindu Prick entered her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Musalmān Cunt.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled.
“Why didn’t you meet me there in your own mansion?” I asked her, fucking Al Hilāl Al Tayyab vehemently, picking the momentum gradually.
“That’s not my mansion, you know.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said gravely, “I only live with my youngest, yet shrewdest Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. It’s her mansion, not mine.”
I didn’t argue with Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.
It was useless.
Even at her twenty eight, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, was a rotten young woman.
I knew her now for ten long years.
I was fifty four when she raped me on her eighteenth birthday.
Her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was alive then.
He was dumbfounded when he himself saw his Just Eighteen Just Adult immeasurably irresponsible daughter, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, raping me.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was shameful somewhat.
“I never knew, Bhāījān, that she always watched us when Durgesh and I made love to each other.”
Al Tayyab Al Muħammad was immensely grave.
“It’s alright, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. Al Hilāl Al Tayyab is not a normal girl. She caught even her Ammī, your Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, raping Durgesh.”
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was startled.
“Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, raping Durgesh?”
“Yes,” Al Tayyab Al Muħammad said, “Your Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, had also seen you when Durgesh was making love to you. She was obsessed with that. You were crazy when Durgesh was making love to you, asking Durgesh to give it to you more and more wildly. You should be more careful when you make love with Durgesh.”
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab smiled cunningly.
She never told her Bhāījān, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, that she deliberately did it when her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, watched us.
Her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, had ridiculed Al Jalāl Al Tayyab that she has sex with a Hindu.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab wanted her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, raping Durgesh, so that she could ridicule her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, too.*
Despite having me inside her since ten years, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was still not habitual of my Uncut Hindu Cock perfectly.
It grew into her Musalmān Cunt with its every penetration more and more longer, more and more thicker, more and more stronger and more and more powerful.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab always felt something new in its penetrations.
She was not even habitual of my bigness.
It was not actually the bigness of my age or fat.
It was the bigness of my immense power and strength.
My eyes were steady and patient, turned naughty and impish frequently when I fucked her, her Buās and even her Ammī, Al Quddūs Al Nisār.
I was grave only when dealing with the males.
In the presence of fair sex, I was always naughty, impish and dominant ever.
That was why I always attracted female attention to the extent that the females fell for me usually, invariably dreaming of me as their own intimate well-wisher.
Despite I was fucking her now, her dark eyes remained fastened on my ever young ever handsome ever masculine face.
“I need your services as my attorney.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “I want to find out about a will.”
“Yes.” I smiled at her penetrating her more vigorously.
“I want to know about a trust provision actually.”
“In this yacht?”
“What’s wrong if we are in a yacht now?”
“Well, nothing if you can’t wait.”
“I can’t wait.”
“It’s my father’s will. You know I’m his only daughter he remembered in his will. His other daughters were already married and given their share in his property.”
“There’s a lot of money coming to me under that will, something over a hundred million dollars.”
“I need your support,”
“Abbū didn’t leave the money to me outright,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “He left it in a trust.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab looked at me scrutinizing me.
“My youngest aunt, my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, is the trustee.”
“Oh, I didn’t know it. She never told me, neither you yourself did it ever before.”
“I never thought it necessary before. There’s a provision in the will that if I marry ever anyone except you, feeling my Live in relationship with you is not enough for me anymore, my aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, has the right, at her option, to give me ten thousand dollars from the trust fund, and to turn the balance, around ninety thousand dollars to Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?” I smiled ironically, “She managed it with numerous Musalmān multimillionaires, surprisingly successfully. I didn’t know she managed it with your Abbū too.”
“My Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, advised me to talk with you. You hate to cuckold anyone.”
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her Musalmān Cunt until only its head was inside her.
“Your Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, yeah?”
“I know. My Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, has always criticized you. But she loves me immensely. She praised you, however in this matter. You are not against Musalmīn as your Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, is.”
“Thank Your Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, for at least acknowledging one of my attributes. Your other Kħālās never did even that.”
“I am sorry. They are heavily prejudiced against you.”
“It’s alright,” I said pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund back into her Musalmān Cunt deepest, “I think your Abbū expired somewhat two years ago, didn’t he?”
“That’s right. My Ammī, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, started living in relationship with you since,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab winked at me, “how the hell can you forget?”
I laughed fucking Al Hilāl Al Tayyab more vigorously.
“Under the will,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “my aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, controls the trust moneys. She can invest them any way she wants, and she can give me whatever money she thinks I should have. When I am thirty and still Live in relationship with you, my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, has to give me the principal if she thinks that the possession of such a large sum of money won’t spoil my life. Otherwise, she’s to buy me an annuity of ten thousand dollars a month for life, and give the balance to Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement.”*
I looked at Al Hilāl Al Tayyab gravely.
“Rather an unusual trust provision,” I said, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan really does miracles when she wants,”
“You knew my Abbū. He himself was rather an unusual man, and was just a little bit wild.”
“All right. What’s the trouble?”
I never said her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was a practical man.
He understood his youngest daughter, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, perfectly.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab shared his understanding, even more than his wife, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, did.
“My cousin, Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb is facing a peculiar charge.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said.
“His wife, Al Navīdah Al Ghaus, has separated from him charging him that he can’t father a child. Al Navīdah Al Ghaus wants children. Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb requested me to marry him and let our son bear his name.”
I smiled ironically.
“So that he can prove Al Navīdah Al Ghaus wrong?”
“Sure, why not?”
“You want to marry Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, even after your ten long years of ever happy Live in relationship with me?”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled.
“Well, it’s not exactly a Live in relationship with you. I never lived with you. You never lived with me. I always lived with my Abbū, instead. Moreover, even after my Abbū’s death, I am living with my youngest paternal aunt, my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. Isn’t it?”
“Sure, yet your youngest paternal aunt, your Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, is herself my Live in relationship partner now openly. Isn’t she?” I smiled myself too, patiently.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab increased the pace of her back and forth motions of her glorious nude pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young bottom.
I myself wanted to fuck her now more wildly.
Yet, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab never had any patience whatsoever.
She always surrendered to her almost every desire whatsoever.
It was a miracle she was a PhD.*
Al Kħadījah Al Aslam looked at me gravely.
“I haven’t another option, Durgesh.”
I looked at Muħammad, Al Kħadījah Al Aslam’s husband.
“You could never make love to your wife?”
“Never.” Muħammad said gravely, “I think basically I am a woman in an ostensibly male body.”
Al Kħadījah Al Aslam looked at Muħammad disapprovingly.
“That’s the problem with Muħammad. He never grew a moustache, he never grew a beard. His body is even an almost feminine body.”
“What do you mean?”
“He has female breasts.”
“That’s right. Yet, he has a cut Musalmān nūnī.”
“The entire medical specialists say Muħammad, my husband, can never make love to a woman.”
“But I noticed his cut Musalmān nūnī stirred always whenever I told him about our premarital sex.”*
Muħammad could not forget.
He should not have surrendered to his Ammī’s wishes ever.
“Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had thirteen wives simultaneously, Muħammad.” His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah had said.
Muħammad smiled painfully.
“Only because you named me after the ever great name of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, you think I can do everything that Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam could? Ammī, you are an utmost successful psychiatrist yourself, yet…”
“I am an utmost successful psychiatrist myself, that’s why I am telling you, you are curable, my son.” His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah had said patiently.
“Isn’t it a fact, Ammī, that you were adamant to make me a qualified doctor so that I can understand my physical problem?”
“You are correct.”
“I am a qualified doctor now, Ammī. Yet, I don’t agree with you. I am basically a female in a masculine body, that’s not actually masculine even fully.”
His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah, controlled herself.
She could not understand how she could explain to him that until and unless he doesn’t stop believing that he is basically a female in a masculine body, he can’t become a male entirely.
Muħammad was her only son.
Despite her constant care to dress him and behave carefully with him as if he was entirely a man with no femininity at all in him, his Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah, could not stop him from wearing female dresses when she wasn’t with him.
She could not stop Muħammad, her only son, from deliberately developing a female psychology and a female psychosis consequently.
It helped Muħammad in developing his female breasts.
Despite her constant operations the female breasts, Muħammad had, kept developing every time.
The surgeons had ultimately told her Muħammad himself wanted female breasts, female buttocks and even female genital organ.
It was a miracle for the surgeons Muħammad developed a nūnī despite their entire adverse suspicions.
His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah, never knew, Muħammad asked in his duåās, his religious prayers, female genital organ, instead of the ever worthless cut Musalmān nūnī he had.
He wanted an operation to have it.
But no surgeon wanted to antagonize Muħammad’s Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah.
She was utmost resourceful and utmost powerful therefore.
She could destroy the surgeons forever if they operated on Muħammad to the effect.*
I looked at Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.
“If you really want to oblige your cousin, Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, I’d never stop you, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.”
Her face lit up.
She kissed me immense delightedly.
“That’s why we ultramodern Musalmān Beauties love you so much. You are never as possessive as the Musalmīn and even the other Hindus etcetera are.”
“I believe in personal freedom and Democracy. I believe if you don’t want to live with me anymore, you have perfect and absolute right to do so.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab kissed me again, now gratefully.
“I know, Durgesh darling. That’s why we ultramodern Musalmān Beauties love you more than anyone else. You are extraordinary lenient with your women.”
“The problem is Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā isn’t as lenient as you are.”
“I know. But she is bound to do what her brother, your Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, wanted from her to do as a trustee.”
“I understand that conditions in a will that prevent a person from marrying can be set aside.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab pushed her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bottom once more back, swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Penis into her ever bright ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, and squeezed it more contracting her vaginal muscles.
I knew she actually bribed me giving this particular pleasure.
Yet, it wasn’t worthwhile to argue with her.
There are some persons who never understand.
Most of them not even try to.
They are always adamant to let the chips fall on their own insistent manner.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was too one of them.
Why otherwise her Abbū needed to create a trust, instead of making her beneficiary directly?
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