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The chief of police interfered now.
“I hope I don’t have to take you into custody for disturbing the peace, Ma’am.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled ironically.
“What a fool you are. You think I came here without anticipating your illegal dirty conspiracy with Muħammad Ůsmān? You idiot, I have an anticipatory bail already against your potential illegal arrest.”
The chief of police was startled.
“Never thought of it?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sweetly, “We know you scoundrels even more than you think. We are prepared for your every illegal attack whatsoever. You fatheaded nincompoop, I know you more than you think. You are just a shill for these gambling houses. I respect the honest police officers. But I know Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim have you right in their hip pockets. What do you think, I’m a damn fool that doesn’t even know the criminal activities of Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim were not possible so arrogantly without your dishonest illegal support to them? You don’t dare to hiccup unless Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim give you permission. Don’t tell me what I can do and what I can’t do!”
“You are using loud and profane language in a public place, Ma’am.” The chief of police said, “If you continue to make abusive statements of that sort in public, I’ll have to take action, despite your anticipatory bail even.”
“Sure, go ahead. For your kind information, damn fool, we have set hidden video cameras here transmitting everything to the media and your higher authorities. Oh, never anticipated that? I know. We have immense faith in your stupidities. I haven’t moved into profanity yet. I’m getting ready to, however. Believe me, dumb ass, when I do that I use some very biting adjectives, and a few nouns that may startle you. You…”
“Just a minute,” I interrupted, “Perhaps I can be of some help here.”*
Muħammad Ůsmān said sweetly.
“Sure, you are most welcome. It was impossible the scriptwriter hasn’t written any dialogue for himself too. Go ahead.”
I ignored him totally, as if Muħammad Ůsmān wasn’t anybody there.
“Ma’am, I think it might be better to control yourself. You never need to let some cheap crooks debate with you. It is somewhat a humiliation for a lady like you. Why make a personal demand while there’s a legal remedy available? I think a written demand made in a more formal manner through an attorney would do you better.”
Muħammad Ůsmān eyed me scornfully.
“Just keep fucking us innocent Musalmīn’s extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies you are good at. You aren’t any attorney any more. You have exploded the entire law you knew once, in the form of your dirty Hindu semen into the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts of our extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Through an attorney? Haha! You know as well as I do that when a guy loses money gambling, he can’t get it back.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid laughed.
I smiled cunningly.
“Can’t he, Muħammad Ůsmān? Are you sure?”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed sardonically.
“You are damn right, my wife fucker, my sister in law fucker, he can’t. Even if the game was crooked, he can’t. He was engaging in an illegal activity and—”
“Careful,” Al Nādir Al Haibat interposed, “Let us put it this way, Muħammad Ůsmān. There are certain contracts that are against public policy as far as the law is concerned. It’s against the policy of the law to raise those activities to the dignity of legitimate business enterprises. Therefore, the courts are not open to persons who have participated in those activities.”
“Never mind all that double talk,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Let’s give it to the multi-millionaire lady straight from the shoulder. Tell her despite her multi millions she can’t get a dime back legally. Durgesh has sweet-talked with her trying to seduce her. She must see herself in the mirror. She is an ever-irresistible Musalmān Beauty for the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. He has fooled her talking with her immensely sweetly making her daydream, just to fuck her too as he is fucking the other Musalmān houseladies that are immensely beautiful. We sympathize with her.”
“That’s right, ma’am.” Al Nādir Al Haibat said with his toothy smile, “I know you are a successful businesswoman. But Durgesh is the most successful Muslimātchod Hindu in the entire history of humankind. He is an ever-incurable Musalmān Beauties fucker, beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker. He has such immense incredible ever-incurable communal obsession to fuck our otherwise decent Musalmān houseladies that are beautiful. You can easily understand how things are in this regard. A person can’t sit in on a game at night, trying to win money, and then come back the next day and say that the activity was illegal. He wants the money back that he’s lost. If he could do that, he would keep all of his winnings, and then whenever he’d lost he’d recoup his losses. Now, Muħammad Ůsmān is in a legitimate business and—I hope our Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Prince Charming, Durgesh, hasn’t fucked you already by talking sweet to you and making you daydream.”*
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sarcastically, patronizing, feigning sympathy.
“You really think your beautiful Musalmān houseladies are as stupid and you Musalmīn are as powerless, as incompetent that Durgesh always succeeds to fuck your Musalmān Beauties, your beautiful Musalmān houseladies despite their inherent chastity and your entire efforts to keep them chaste?”
“Of course, ma’am, that’s what this Anant Muslimātchod Hindu is. You don’t know him exactly.”
“Are you really a damn fool or you are trying to pose yourselves so?”
“The Musalmān Beauties and your beautiful Musalmān houseladies are not as vulnerable as you are trying to pose them, neither you Musalmīn are as powerless.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “The fact is exactly contrary to what you are trying to present. The Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies that are Durgesh’s Live in relationship Partners and beloveds, are frequently interviewed by entirely unbiased, honest and sincere journalists. They tell different stories entirely.”
“A large number of them were framed in first degree murders due to different reasons. Durgesh fought their cases, exposed their conspirators, sent them to jail. The relatives of those conspirators defamed those Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies with Durgesh, even while there wasn’t any such thing anywhere. Durgesh successfully fought the cases of defamation of character on their behalf and was rewarded large monetary compensations even.”
“You mean Durgesh doesn’t have any sexual relationship with our beautiful Musalmān houseladies and Musalmān Beauties?”
“Of course, Durgesh has. Yet they are consensual relationships, not conspiratorial or communal as you claim. You losers are either jealous of Durgesh or yourselves communal trying to defame Durgesh, those Musalmān Beauties and those beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Yet their bonds with Durgesh is as much stronger that the more you tried to defame them the more they loved each other.”
Muħammad Ůsmān and Al Nādir Al Haibat looked at each other.
“Durgesh has already successfully fucked her too.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Forget to save her from the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu scoundrel. No benefit in locking the stable after the horse is stolen.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid laughed curtly.
“I hope you’d prove in a competent court what you are accusing us of when we fight the case of defamation of character against you.”
Muħammad Ůsmān and Al Nādir Al Haibat were furious.
They were suffering from such wrath that they were incapable even to speak.
“They’ve rigged up a deal on my comparatively not so smart husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said, “They had already got him for something over five thousand dollars. I wasn’t willing to let even that ride. Why should I? Al Wājid Al Muħammad promised me that he wouldn’t do any more gambling, but they started in easy last night and lured him into the game. Then they started to take him. Al Wājid Al Muħammad thought his luck was bound to turn and stayed with it and—”
“He could have won,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sympathetically, “if he wasn’t thinking of your unfaithfulness, ma’am. Al Wājid Al Muħammad was immensely afraid of you that you would cuckold him to you and Durgesh in the same manner as my wife Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah has cuckolded me to herself, Durgesh and her younger ever smart sister Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah that kidnapped Durgesh and raped him.”
“Well, I think you ever doubtful Pseudo Musalmīn really deserve that.”
“I see.” Muħammad Ůsmān said curtly.
“Despite Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s constant advocacy that Pseudo Musalmīn never deserve us Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ innocent faithfulness, we should join her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement, establish her ever dreamed of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, I never succumbed to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. But Al Wājid Al Muħammad never respected my loyalty to him despite his countless shortcomings. He is after Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid grimaced.
“Even if Durgesh hadn’t obliged me, I’d never appreciated your husband. I sympathize with him that he thinks you are cheating him for Durgesh.”
“That’s only a pretense for his gambling and infidelity to me for you.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “The bastard knows very well I don’t have any clandestine extramarital affair with Durgesh or anyone else. He has ill influenced my daughters even. I think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is correct. The bastards like Al Wājid Al Muħammad really deserve to be cuckolded. My daughter, Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid…”
Al Nādir Al Haibat said gravely.
“Anyway, there you are, ma’am. Your husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, was trying to win. If he had won, he’d have pocketed his winnings and both of you would have been very satisfied this morning. But he didn’t win, so…”
“So I want the money back,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said. “The game was crooked.”
“You can prove that?” Muħammad Ůsmān asked ominously, threateningly somewhat.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid watched Muħammad Ůsmān scornfully,
“You are damn right, I can prove that. What the hell for do you think I’ve retained Durgesh professionally? However, I don’t need to prove it. You know it was crooked. Everybody here knows it was crooked. You aren’t running this place on the square. Don’t be silly.”
“Those are the words that would lay you wide open to a claim for damages,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “I suggest you be more careful, ma’am.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled triumphantly,
“All I know is that Al Wājid Al Muħammad has last something like fifteen thousand dollars here within the last few weeks and I am not going to stand by and see him robbed until he is legally my husband. It affects not only his, but also my reputation too as well, adversely. Now, are you going to give him the money back or…”
“Definitely, absolutely, positively not!” Muħammad Ůsmān interrupted firmly, “Your husband doesn’t get back a nickel. Moreover, in view of what you’ve just said, and the scene you’ve created here, Al Wājid Al Muħammad doesn’t even get back inside this place. I’m leaving orders with my Årab doorman not to admit him.”
“That’s very nice of you,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sarcastically, triumphantly.
Muħammad Ůsmān was as fuming as he didn’t notice even the sarcasm in her immensely scornful voice.
He continued irately,
“If you’d come to me as a lady and told me that you didn’t want your husband gambling here, Al Wājid Al Muħammad couldn’t have got in last night. However, you never said a word about it. Al Wājid Al Muħammad came and went just any other person and he gambled. He’s a good poker player. He knows what he’s doing but he just happened to have a run of bad luck last night. That’s all there was to it.
“Nevertheless, now you’ve said you don’t want Al Wājid Al Muħammad gambling here, that’s good enough for me. We won’t ever let him sit in another game.”
“Ma’am, I think that’s fair enough.” Al Nādir Al Haibat said, “If you didn’t want your husband gambling, I’m quite certain that Muħammad Ůsmān wouldn’t have wanted him sitting in on the games. I don’t think you ever said a word to Muħammad Ůsmān about not wanting Al Wājid Al Muħammad to gamble. After all, he’s been trying his best to win. You don’t have any legal recourse and…”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid put her hand on my hand.
“Are you sure you’ve taken my case against this crooked outfit?”*
I assured her, pressing her hand.
“I’ve already told you my strategy. Don’t worry. They charge me that I fuck beautiful Musalmān houseladies as my fee to save them from everything against them whatsoever the hell it may be. Nevertheless they never charge me I don’t protect them.”
“That’s right, ma’am,” Al Nādir Al Haibat interposed sarcastically, “If you’ve let Durgesh fuck you, you can commit any crime including first degree murder even. Durgesh would never let you punished. That’s guaranteed. Durgesh has already saved hundreds of beautiful Musalmān houseladies who committed first-degree murders of their Musalmān husbands/mankind. Every one of them is now Durgesh’s highly respected Live in relationship partner. Even the Supreme Court has declared them innocent. Their other Musalmān mankind were framed successfully by Durgesh and serving lifetime sentence or have gone to gas chamber.”
I was suddenly startled.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid’s extremely beautiful right Musalmān hand suddenly slipped and, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, it was on my Uncut Hindu Lund without any previous ultimatum.
“Thank you,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was suddenly rock hard.
Nevertheless, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid didn’t remove her palm from there.
I smiled triumphantly at Al Nādir Al Haibat.
“Thank you, counselor. I’m immensely grateful to you. Your false charges on me have compensated me with an immeasurably extraordinary compensation.”
Al Nādir Al Haibat had fallen as if from seventh sky.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid squeezed my Hindu erection once more.
Despite I was already fucking Al Taufīq Al Zāhid; I put my left hand around Al Saåīdah Al Wājid’s beautiful Musalmān waist, pulled her to myself and kissed her on her red crimson welcoming lips.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid returned my kiss immensely indebted to me.
Her arms were suddenly around my neck.*
Everyone, it seemed, was staring at Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
For Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad it was frightening to see that in each person’s eyes, without exception, there was registered a look of horror.
Within thirty minutes, the group, grown larger from the arrival of other members of the Board of Directors, had assembled in the Conference Room.
They stood now in a semicircle, with an opening in the center for two still photographers and two television camerawomen representing the press pool, clustered around the long dark mahogany table.
Once, while waiting, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had asked Al Jalāl Al Tayyab if she had any person more whom she might wish to have witness the ceremony.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab confirmed my arm around her waist, smiled proudly at her husband, Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, and replied confidently.
“Certainly not. If Durgesh is with me, it’s more than even optimum for me.”
Al Zahīr Al Muħammad felt himself immensely insulted.
Yet, he knew he was too powerless to do anything.
Once, minutes ago, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had beckoned to Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad and Al Hilāl Al Tayyab and demanded Al Qur’an Al Karīm.
Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad brought the copy of Al Qur’an Al Karīm and gave it to Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
She still couldn’t believe her Bhābhījān, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, was now the Chairperson of Islamic Chamber of Commerce.
The more Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad hated her Bhābhījān, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, the more Al Jalāl Al Tayyab progressed.
Allah, won’t she ever be punished for what she had done to Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad’s ever loving, ever careful, real elder brother?
Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad found herself still standing next to Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid leaned against the high backed leather chair bearing the tiny brass nameplate:
‘Vice President, Islamic Chamber of Commerce’.
No, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid wasn’t herself Vice President, Islamic Chamber of Commerce.
It was Muħammad Ůsmān still now.
A gambler, a criminal, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid grimaced.
She still could not believe they let it happen.
Allah, how these miracles are taking place after all?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully established Democracy in Saåūdī Årab.
The entire Muslim World couldn’t stop her.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was too shrewd to be defeated by even entire Muslim World.
Entire Non-Muslims supported him, despite his daughter’s so arrogant behavior with the Non Muslimahs.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan openly wanted to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
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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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Ultimately, Kħālidah Jibrān smiled at me,
“For what?” I feigned surprise.
Hell, it is never good to humiliate a lady whose subconscious is as deepest in love with me as Kħālidah Jibrān was.
Without immense deepest love for me in her heart, even if she was never aware of it, Kħālidah Jibrān could have never fucked me whole night, so wildly, passionately, affectionately and savagely, as she did, after all.
Kħālidah Jibrān looked at me gravely,
“You know for what.”
“No, I don’t.”
“I know you are kind enough not to humiliate me more than I have already humiliated myself whole night. Please, forgive me. I am not a slut, even though I behaved like one, with you.”
“Well, it was what you wanted to do with me, as soon as you saw me first time.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was suddenly horrified,
“Allah, nooooo! Never. I never thought of you in this way.”
“Oh, come on, young lady. You are a D. Lit. Don’t talk nonsense. You understand inherent psychology as much, as I myself do. Why do you hate your husband?”
“Allah, noooooooooooo! I never hated Nādir Shāh Åbdālī.” She was more horrified now.
“You have always hated him,” I said gravely, “You still hate him, moreover.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was looking at me incredulously.
“Oh, come on, Papaji. It was only a female animal, not me. I shouldn’t have taken that wine.”
“Are you sure, it was only a female animal in you, and wine?”
“Oh sure, you don’t think so?”
“This bedroom has five video cameras and transmitters so that Nādir Shāh Åbdālī could watch us from where he was.”
Kħālidah Jibrān laughed ironically.
“So you know that too?”
“What do you think I am? A damn fool? Nādir Shāh Åbdālī deliberately suggested you to let me sleep here. He was watching us whole night, alive.”
“You know it all, and still ask me why I hate the bastard?” Kħālidah Jibrān laughed bitterly.
“I see. So, you were not intoxicated? It wasn’t any accident? It wasn’t an effect of wine? You did it deliberately?” I asked her savagely.
“I need you to fight with my ever criminal husband. He is an agent of India.”
“That’s right. He sends the military and political secrets of Pakistan to India.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“Because you are an Indian, and you think every politician of India is stark white.” She said bitterly.*
I watched her patiently.
“Not exactly,” I said, “We may have less of the dirty politicians in India than you Pakistanis have here in Pakistan, but no country, including India, can ever claim we haven’t any criminal politicians at all.”
“Thank you. Most of you Indians never admit it.”
“Well, I try to be truthful.”
“And, that’s the reason this ever ardent patriot of Pakistan, loves you.” She smiled.
“I can’t believe a Pakistani ardent patriot that is herself an agent of Pakistan, against India.”
“Not against India, against the dirty Indian politicians who act against Pakistan. We are a separate autonomous country now. Why the hell even after more than sixty years of our partition they still don’t acknowledge it?”*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī had had an evening, a night, and part of a morning to get over what he saw whole night.
Allah, Kħālidah Jibrān was immensely crazy to fuck Durgesh.
Well, almost his every Musalmān houselady was.
Durgesh had an infinite lust for extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies and other working Musalmān Beauties as well.
He could never believe his ardent patriot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān wife could even ever fuck Durgesh.
But she did.
He met Durgesh in Ved Nagar.
He had to.
Kħālidah Jibrān had suspected his unpatriotic activities to Pakistan.
She was an ardent Pakistani.
She even refused to agree with Durgesh that Partition of India was a blunder in 1947.
At least, the changing quality of light within corridors, squares and parks of the Administrative Residential Sector of Ved Nagar, made it seem that an evening, a night, and a part of the morning had passed.
He left his diamagnetic EV scooter in a scooter cubby outside the City limits.
It had more than enough EV charge now.
After all Kħālidah Jibrān had fucked Durgesh whole night.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī still didn’t believe that diamagnetic EV scooters were charged when they were in the EV force field of some Musalmān Beauty and Durgesh fucking nonstop for a considerable time.
They said the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt served as a Rheostat when Durgesh Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Penis enters and moves into it, acting as an electrified magnetic bar.
With every movement of Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis into an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, the lines of force of Durgesh and his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sex partner changed.
It produced the EV charge that recharged the diamagnetic EV scooters.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī never believed this nonsense.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was crazy if she really thought the Musalmīn would believe this garbage.
It was only they wanted to show, ostensible, not truth.
The actual science behind it was only known to Durgesh and HVSI Group of Companies.
They were not damn fools enough to tell it to everyone.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī wasn’t afraid of anyone.
His political opponents had succeeded in removing him from Pakistan.
He thought of Ved Nagar with its diamagnetic EV ground cars, hover cars and anti-grav gyros.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī locked the cubby and fingerprint-sealed it.
He moved under the first of the tall bridge like structures that supported the upper City.
The utmost richest City of the entire Multiverse, they called Ved Nagar.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī never believed what the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus ever said.
The ever dirty, ever sexiest liars.
The Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus were actually the persons behind the screen that always defeated every military campaign and/or intellectual movements that win almost every country wherever they went, except India.
The Hindus were too shrewdest and smart ever to talk about their real power behind the screen, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
They always talked about Brāhmañ, Xatriý, Vaishý and Shūdr, never about their real power behind the screen, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
Even most of the traditional Hindus were not aware of this ever closely guarded political secret of Hindus.
The Upper City, in Ved Nagar, was exactly the name implied.
It was built, the entire City, Ved Nagar, Trantor, was built in countless stories, as if it was not a City at all, it was a building, a Mansion, only.
They claimed the stories in which Ved Nagar was built were actually infinite, in infinite realities.
The bloody liars.
Perhaps they never told truth.
Everything they had was infinite.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled sarcastically.
Durgesh had infinite bodies, hahaha.
Durgesh had infinite Musalmān wives, everyone of them being beautiful beyond imagination, what a sick fantasy!
Durgesh had infinite Brāhmañ wives too.
Thanks Allah, thanks God, Durgesh didn’t have infinite Christian wives, infinite Jew wives, infinite atheist wives.
Everyone of them was only countless.
But Durgesh’s ever nonstop sexual intercourse with everyone of them, was infinite, no exception.
After all, they were not enjoying nonstop sex actually.
They were running the Multiverse, keeping it alive.
Of all the fantasies!
Every story, every layer, every tier, of Ved Nagar was divided rigidly by a horizontal layer of fifty square miles of Hirañý metal, utmost hardest metal ever found by humankind, resting upon some countless, not infinite again, thank God, countless steel girdered pillars.
Most of the Ved Nagar was not only inaccessible to everyone, it was even invisible to them.
Allah knows better even if it existed there or not.
Hindus were utmost expert in spreading rumors benevolent to them.
Not all of them, but the Bachhalyās of them, headed them, in all of these ever dirtiest political games.
That was why Hindus, or India, could never be defeated to the extent to destroy Hindu culture altogether, as the other cultures were destroyed completely by Muslim invaders and imperialists.
The Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus called it ‘Jan Pravād Dharmyuddh’, whatsoever the hell it meant.
Above, in the sun, were the Brahmarshis.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew his way.
He walked confidently.
It was a good move to see Durgesh himself.
Kħālidah Jibrān might have more power than him in Pakistan, but Durgesh had his power everywhere.
It maybe, of course, that Pakistani patrollers can get him, but as long as Durgesh himself is with Nādir Shāh Åbdālī, they couldn’t harm him even a bit.
Yet, he avoided the passersby, as a precaution.
They surveyed his Pakistani national dress with interest.
The sun was out now.
The Multiverse had infinite creations with infinite realities.
The sun was pouring through the spaced openings in the Hirañý metal above to form strips of light that made the intervening space all the darker.
He plunged through the bright strips, in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic fashion.
The Musalmān Beauties and the beautiful Musalmān houseladies were on their knees and elbows on the strips.
Durgesh was fucking almost all of them, from their extremely glorious behind.
They absorbed the warmth and moved as the strip moved.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew now he was going up.
He was standing before a structure that filled the space between four square placed pillars.
It was an elevator that lifted to the upper level.
There were the same elevators everywhere between two levels.
Ved Nagar really was a dream City.
At first, Pakistan tried her best to oppose the development of Ved Nagar.
But it was the internal matter of India.
As soon as the UPA-2 government resigned and NDA government came in administration after Midterm 2012, Pakistan immediately realized the supremacy of Ved Nagar.
Extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān houseladies invariably started to purchase real estates in Ved Nagar under this or that pretext.
Kħālidah Jibrān herself had such properties here.
Basic chemicals and raw food staples were shipped into Lower levels of the City, but finished plastic ware and fine meals were matter for Upper City, exclusively occupied by Multiversal administrative staff of Ved Nagar.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī signaled the elevator.*
He was cautious enough of Pakistani Patrollers.
They still are here in Ved Nagar too.
Ved Nagar had its an integral part in Pakistan too, of course, with the express permission of Pakistan.
Not exactly, it was actually a request from Pakistan herself.
Well, it was true however.
Truth is stranger than fiction, after all.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī had been in Ved Nagar for many years.
Ved Nagar was a miraculous City.
Countless non Hindus still hated Ved Nagar.
They thought, and it was deliberately taught to and told them that the Hindus were still Kāfirs.
No Musalmān should believe any Hindu ever.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew there were some anti Hindus still now, as there were some anti Musalmīn too.
So many attempts were there to blast Ved Nagar by terrorist Pseudo Musalmīn suicide bombers, but the Ved Nagar administration was always proved to be more efficient.
It always arrested every suicide bomber before they could do anything.
No, they were not punished by death sentence.
They were sent to time travel instead to watch the golden period of Islam when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam and Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn razī Allāhu tålā ånahunn themselves were there in person.
Ved Nagar administration argued let them watch themselves what the true Islam is.
The Pseudo Islam of post Yazīd Malåūn era could be more effectively destroyed from their brain in this way.
It may cure their terroristic tendencies so inherent in them.
Trantor/Ved Nagar was the center and breeding place of the ever shrewdest ever smartest Hindus, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī learned to bear in silence.
He ought not forget what he had learnt now.
Of all the times, not now while Pakistani patrollers were after him.
The foolish operators of those patrollers were too prejudiced to understand what was in the favor of Pakistan actually, and what not.
Yes, the patrollers couldn’t harm any humankind.
They were mere humanoid robots.
But there were some stupid Pakistanis too that always harmed Pakistan, thinking they were benefiting her.
That was the real problem.
The humanoid lady robot operator of the elevator looked disgusted, but it was for a moment only.
It smiled at once.
“Only you, sir?”
“Only me,” Nādir Shāh Åbdālī too smiled in return.
He stepped in.
“Your ID card, sir.” The beautiful humanoid lady robot operator again cooed.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled and produced the standard document folder every person authorized to go to the Upper level had to present.
No possibility of presentation of any forged document.
A human operator could be cheated, but not a humanoid robot.
It couldn’t be bribed too.
Ved Nagar administration was ever efficient.
The utmost efficient administration the entire human history had ever produced.
It was almost faultless.*
Kħālidah Jibrān greeted Al Safiyah Al Ghaus with her usual surface cordiality.
Their first meeting had been a long time ago.
Nearly a Standard Year had passed.
Kħālidah Jibrān had tried to pay every possible attention to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s story, but her adamant opposition to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his family persons was something even Kħālidah Jibrān could not digest.
She could not understand why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was as friendly to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as she was friendly to Kħālidah Jibrān herself.
Couldn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan understand Durgesh is an ever incurable humanist?
Couldn’t she understand Durgesh is an ever incurable Multiversalist as well?
Even entire womankind can’t make Durgesh to oppose any victim/victims ever.
Kħālidah Jibrān didn’t know what Prakāsh, Ved Prakāsh and Udaý would do in the similar circumstances, but she definitely knew what Durgesh would.
Kħālidah Jibrān could not believe Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t.
Yes, Kħālidah Jibrān was an ardent Pakistani.
What’s wrong in loving one’s own country?
Can’t a person be a Multiversalist humanist as well as an ardent patriot to her own country?
Doesn’t Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb, love India and Saåūdī Årab both equally?
Don’t Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both love India and Saåūdī Årab equally too?
Doesn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan love India and Saåūdī Årab equally as well?
And isn’t it a fact that Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, Kħadījah Muħammad and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, all the four love Saåūdī Årab more still now?
Isn’t it a fact Durgesh loves India more, even though he is an ever incurable Multiversalist humanist?
Then why the hell Kħālidah Jibrān could not love Pakistan more, even though she is a Multiversalist humanist too?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Kħālidah Jibrān patiently,
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl informed me that you were also a daughter in law to Durgesh before you gathered your courage, planned and made love to him, without caring for his pre consent even. I congratulate you.”
“Thank you.” Kħālidah Jibrān smiled, “ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was interested in me, to the extent, I never knew.”
“She was too a daughter in law to Durgesh once,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly, “Durgesh raped her on her own husband’s request.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was grave now.
“She blackmailed her husband to do so?”
“I don’t know the details, sorry.”
“How do you know Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim are still in Ved Nagar?” Kħālidah Jibrān suddenly asked.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled.
They both were nude.
As usual, I was fucking both of them in my two separate bodies.
Despite her nonstop sexual intercourse practice with me now, Kħālidah Jibrān didn’t believe I actually had my infinite bodies.
She tried her best to crash the mystery, but she was still unable to do so.
The most probable explanation to her was I was using my identical humanoid robots.
Kħālidah Jibrān was not satisfied entirely with this explanation even, but it was the best she could do at present.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī paused on the curved ramp that led to the main entrance.
He could not help except to praise the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās that they had ultimately succeeded in hyperspace netting the entire Multiverse.
Of course, they loved to educate everyone despite the countless fatwas of countless anti education Mullahs and Maulavīs that the library the ‘Kāfirs’ had made available thus, was mostly anti Islam.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was honest enough to admit that the anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs, even if they were countless, were ever dirty liars.
The most books in the library were not even had any concern whatsoever with Islam.
Moreover, to view and read something critical to any religion or ideology, it was necessary to get prior permission of the Human librarian.
Mostly there were humanoid robot librarians, lady robots mostly.
The color scheme of the ramp gave the illusion of steps, giving the library the proper air of archaism that traditionally accompanied structures.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was all praise for the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās, despite the entire fatwas of anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs, that Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās were at least quite sophisticated men.
He was not alone.
Countless others unbiased Musalmīn that were pro education also praised the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās for it.
Education, even the utmost highest, was never made so easily available in any era.
The main hall was large, warm softly, and full of the readers that could not manage to get this luxury in their own homes.
The lady robot librarian behind her desk, looked up and rose.
“Sir,” she cooed, “if you don’t appreciate a lady robot attending you, a male humanoid robot can be arranged to attend you.”
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled,
“Sorry for my fellow Musalmīn, they are finicky even in the libraries. I am normal. It’s normal for me to have a lady robot attendant.”
“Thank you, sir. Actually your name…”
“I know, I know. Most of my fellow Musalmīn insist on a male robot attendant. But actually they are not the one to be blamed even then. We Musalmīn have a large number of anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs. They have made the life of average Musalmīn hell by announcing very irresponsible fatwas every now and then. They have made Islam a house of glass that can be broken by anything whatsoever.”
Lady robot smiled cordially.
She seated herself and plucked a metal silver from a slot.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī took it.
He placed his right thumb firmly upon it.
The lady robot librarian took it back and put it in another slot.
A green light appeared and shone constantly.
“Room 786, sir.” She cooed.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled,
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I ordered Muħammad to sit and watch us, while I fucked Muħammad’s wife in his own bedroom.
“We’ll be done in a couple of hours, and I expect it to be written after that.” I smiled at him fucking his wife.
I hated to cuckold any one.
But Kħadījah was adamant to cuckold Muħammad.
“He is not any Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam.” Kħadījah constricted her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, furiously, “Neither I am any Ummil Mominīnīn Ħazrat Kħadījah Al Tāhirah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. We are only named after them. Why the hell your ever adept ever infinite Hindu lust to fuck us Musalmān Beauties and us awfully lovely Musalmān houseladies perfectly, suddenly starts to diminish whenever you fuck any Musalmān houselady who is named after some Ummil Mominīnīn or Binnāt-e-Tāhirāt? It’s not blasphemy to fuck them. After all, they too have cunts. They need a competent Uncut Hindu Lund into them. You are NOT disgracing the entire Musalmān community by fucking them, as the idiots Pseudo Musalmīn claim notoriously. What the hell they want to say? If you won’t fuck us, none would? And it wouldn’t be any blasphemy if someone else would fuck us?”
I wanted to pull out my Uncut Hindu Lund to push in back again, but Kħadījah wrapped her thighs around my waist.
“Please, not now,”
“Muħammad could never fill me as you always do.”
Muħammad smiled too.
“I’m not Durgesh, Kħadījah, neither I can ever be. Just enjoy him, and forget me.”
“I think, Kħadījah,” I said gravely, keeping my Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt fully embedded, “it was also a matter of blasphemy for him.”
Muħammad beamed suddenly,
“That’s right. You have pointed it exactly. How the hell did you know? I’ve never told it to anyone. It’s my closely guarded secret I wanted to die with.”
“What is secret there? Most of the Musalmīn are too afraid of blasphemy. They can’t fuck any woman who is named after some Ummil Mominīnīn or Binnāt-e-Tāhirāt. They are just horrified. According to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s recent survey most of the Musalmīn who are losing their manly vigor with their ever competent Musalmān wives are the husbands of the Musalmān houseladies that are named after some Ummil Mominīnīn or Binnāt-e-Tāhirāt. They are even afraid of divorcing or cheating them. They resort to masturbating consequently. Among Durgesh’s Musalmān Live in relationship partners, most of them are named after some Ummil Mominīnīn or Binnāt-e-Tāhirāt. Even among the other Musalmān houseladies who are not as lucky as to get Durgesh to get satisfied sexually optimum, and forced to have extramarital relations with other competent Hindus therefore, most of the Musalmān houseladies are named after some Ummil Mominīnīn or Binnāt-e-Tāhirāt.”*
There I was, receiving my trophy once more with honors and championship standing on the love makers team.
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD, Muħammad’s Ammī, smiling proudly from the fleet of chairs in the huge Stadium and pointing the camcorder at me, waving as I smiled back at her.
That was no surprise.
After my own Ammī Ħuzūr and Imāmzādī Ħumayrah Qāzī, Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD’s
Gestapo like dedication to my championship was hugely responsible for my trophy.
But the empty chair beside her was a surprise to her, alright.
Saiyad Åbdullāh Hāshmī wasn’t the best father in law in the world, nor the best husband going by some of Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD, Muħammad’s Ammī’s shouted accusations the past few years, but this was way beneath even his style.
I figured there was a good reason.
I was right.
The day after, after the prom and the ensuing party with my friends that ended with me screwing the hell out of my awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah etcetera, in the back of my Hummer, my surprise was deepened.
I woke up and came down for breakfast, being told then by Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD that there was still no word from him.
Muħammad had already left the home in protest of me fucking one by one every extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houselady, not only living there, but even came there any time.
“I am not Muħammad Åbdullah.” Muħammad Saiyad Åbdullāh Hāshmī flared, “My sisters are not either nudists or feminists.”
“But they are adults.” Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD said curtly to her only son.
“Ammī,” Muħammad was angrier now, “Do you also enjoy Durgesh’s unique legendary Hindu sex kicks as most of our other friends’ Ammīs do? Are even you not loyal to Abbū?”
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD slapped Muħammad.
Muħammad marched out of there in immense wrath.
I stayed home and, using the phone, excused myself from the day’s planned activities with my subordinates to wait and experience a new kind of worrying with her.
At three o’clock, Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD called his office and that’s when they got to be surprised because, as far as they knew, he’d been on vacation for a week.
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD didn’t explain before she thanked them and hung up, turning to stare at me with a blank expression before she told me what they’d said.
It wasn’t as if Saiyad Åbdullāh Hāshmī wasn’t always gone, but when he did leave on his frequent business trips, he usually let us know, even if it was his secretary calling from the office after he’d already left for the airport.
This was different.
He’d missed my trophy without so much as a message, but beyond that it just felt different.
Looking back, I may have just been reacting to how Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD seemed about it.
Two detectives visited us the very next day.
We feared the worst, as anybody would, my first experience in the true art of fretting coming to a head as Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD invited them in.
Well, we couldn’t have imagined what they’d tell us.
We both just sat there, stunned and speechless at the news that dear ol’ Dad had disappeared, presumably having fled the country, just ahead of a lot of “very serious fraud charges”.
They also informed us that we were now being investigated in order to ascertain whether or not we were involved.
Just over a month later, by the time the Vancouver Police and the RCMP were done with us, we realized that the term, “very serious fraud charges”, was a terrific understatement.
If there was any doubt, it was cleared up as we stood in front of what was once her beautiful home while watching the locksmith change the locks on the front door.
We each had a suitcase, the clothes on our backs and one thousand Dollars Cash that Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD had stashed somewhere in the house in case of emergency.
This seemed to qualify, alright.
At the time, I could only Mumble, “Fuck.”
She didn’t even bother to give me flack for my language.
She was too worried to pay any attention to it.*
Soon I was actually stepping off a city bus with Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD, Muħammad’s Ammī, at a place called King Square in the Maritime city of Saint John, clear across the country from where we started.
She refused to have any financial help from me.
I argued with her immensely.
Yet, Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD was adamant.
She said I should not ‘screw’, yes this was the word she used involuntarily, I should not ‘screw’ her self respect.
I decided to wait and explain its urgency once again at a more suitable time, but as soon as it was possible.
Sālī didn’t think I owed even something in return for what she had done for me.
She had even left her only son to support my twenty four hours sex sessions with Muħammad’s tremendously lovely Musalmān houseladies.
She argued we all were adults.
Muħammad didn’t have any right to object on our consensual sex sessions even however kinkiest they may be.
I felt sorry for her, for her negative thinking at least, standing there in her slightly snug, black casual slacks and light purple pullover with a short V-neck.
She never looked her age, sometimes appearing as much as ten years younger with long blonde hair, hazel eyes and six inches shorter than me.
Both of us were feeling three feet shorter after the public nightmare we’d just somehow survived.
There was really no resemblance to the people we were just over a month ago.
I could have settled it all but her son Muħammad had commented to the media,
“I don’t think my Ammī has anything to do with it. The fraud charges against my Abbū are baseless. Abbū saw Durgesh fucking my Ammī. He could not bear it. He left the house. I myself similarly did it because I could not to watch my friend, Durgesh, fucking my entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
The media asked the question,
“Are you worried for the future of your Ammī?”
“Are you crazy? Durgesh is the multi zillionaire. My Ammī is nympho maniac. She herself encouraged our every beautiful Musalmān houselady to seduce Durgesh, so that Durgesh would never leave the house. My Ammī is prudent enough to secure her future with Durgesh. I am worrying instead about your future.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you keep asking such insulting questions to my Ammī and Durgesh, Durgesh would see that your future must be taken care of not to be secured even a bit. Allah Miyan and Durgesh are almighties. Both when destroy their enemies, no one can even surmise it.”
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD refused to sign the papers for defamation of character against her only son.
She looked around herself, both hands protectively clutching her suitcase to her thighs as a man who looked like he’d just been thrice run over by a car ambled by, looking at her large boobs and soft, curvy heavy big hips.
I was worried for both of us, but more for her.
She really didn’t seem to be adjusting since that day we watched the locksmith at work.
When Saiyad Åbdullāh Hāshmī was gone at work, away on a business trip or whatever, there was never any doubt as to who was in charge and I never once ever heard her say anything alike,
“You just wait ’till your father in law gets home!”
She never felt there was any need for waiting.*
Last evening my friend Muħammad’s wife came into the den and informed Muħammad that she had discovered his collection of Penthouse letters magazine.
She was very upset and questioned why Muħammad needed outside stimulation.
Zaynab wanted to know what exactly was the turn-on that the stories provided.
Muħammad was too surprised to lie.
He immediately told her that he gets a real kick out of the Musalmīn sharing their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives with Durgesh/Some Hindu(s) stories.
In fact, Muħammad found them extremely erotic.
Zaynab was shocked,
“Allah, Muħammad, you mean…you mean if I fuck Durgesh you’d love me more?”
Muħammad looked at her gravely.
“My Ammī, Āmnah Åbdullah does it for me. My Kħālās do it for me. My Buās do it for me. My Mumānīs, my Chachīs do it for me, why the hell can’t you? Aren’t you my wife?”
Zaynab was dumbfounded.
“Your entire Musalmān houseladies do it for you? Allah, I can’t believe it.”
Muħammad softened somewhat,
“Well, I should have told you it before we married. I am sorry.”
“Well, I didn’t mean it, but…”
“I am not brought up normally, as the other Musalmīn are.”
Zaynab looked at her husband,
“I could not understand.”
“My Abbū was a terrorist.”
“Durgesh fucked my Ammī in front of my Abbū. Kħadījah Muħammad cuckolded him to my Ammī and Durgesh. She made my Abbū to hold Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund and position it between my Ammī’s Pussy lips. He was compelled to request Durgesh to fuck my Ammī, because he couldn’t fuck his wife. He was a terrorist and every terrorist is impotent.”
“I see.” Zaynab said gravely.
“My Abbū was made to clean my Ammī’s ardent Musalmān Cunt and ass licking them, after Durgesh fucked them. I was too small to understand it was a punishment to my Abbū. I thought it was natural. I too licked my Ammī’s Musalmān Cunt and ass.”
“Allah,” Zaynab said, “Allah!”
“Once my cut Musalmān nūnī got an erection involuntarily. My Ammī hit me there in wrath. It never gets any erection now.”
“What?” Zaynab almost jumped.
“That’s why I always use my fingers and tongue to satisfy you. Even in our Golden night, I didn’t enter you, because I couldn’t. I can’t ever. Sorry.”
Muħammad’s eyes were suddenly full of tears.
Zaynab was startled.
She could never believe, it was true.
She let Muħammad weep as much as he did.
She could not help Muħammad.
She had no alternative.*
Ultimately, Zaynab decided to read some of the stories before passing her own judgment.
Muħammad went out in the garage and found an issue about a Musalmān that had his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife fuck Durgesh then come home and tell him about it while he licked her Musalmān Cunt and ass.
“Is this what you need?” Zaynab asked Muħammad.
“That’s what I need.” Muħammad said gravely, “uh, yes”
“What if I did it, would that turn you on?”
“I don’t think so, but I can enjoy licking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and ass after that.”, Muħammad was getting hard as they discussed it.
Muħammad was himself surprised incredibly.
“I don’t think you would like it if I were really going to do it.” Zaynab said, but suddenly she saw Muħammad having an erection.
“Allah, Oh, my God, Muħammad, you’re getting hard, aren’t you?”
Muħammad couldn’t hide it.
His cut Musalmān nūnī was as stiff as a board.
“OK buddy, let’s discuss this in the bedroom.”*
Muħammad’s wife, Zaynab, was drop dead gorgeous.
She is 28 years old, long brown hair, an absolutely beautiful face and a body to kill for.
She looked even 10 years younger than she was, Just Eighteen Just Adult, and had no trouble attracting me.
She also knew that she was desirable because other I was always commenting to her about her qualities.
Zaynab and Muħammad went up to Zaynab and Muħammad’s bedroom.
Zaynab turned to Muħammad and said,
“So, you want me to fuck Durgesh and bring Durgesh’s Hindu cum filled my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt home for you. Is that what you are saying?”
“Well, yes, I guess.”
“Do you know what you’re asking. That could really screw up our marriage. I’ve never cheated on you and I don’t plan to start now.”
“It isn’t cheating if we both agree to it.”
“Are you telling me that you want me to go out, fuck Durgesh and allow him to cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, what if I get pregnant?”
“It’s a chance we’d have to take.” Muħammad said gravely, “Moreover, most of the Musalmīn now, are having actually Durgesh’s sons from their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives and call them their own sons. Why can’t we do it, too?”
“You’re Okay with that? What if I like Durgesh myself very much and want to continue.”
“As long as you don’t cut me off, it would be exciting.”
“Allah, I can’t believe it ever, Muħammad. It must be a nightmare, I say.”
“Nonsense, it’s the truth.” Muħammad said gravely,aggressively even strongly, “The cold and hard truth. I was not brought up normally. I told you.”
“Okay. It’s alright, if you say so. Let me get this straight. You want me to go fuck Durgesh, come home to you with his Hindu cum still inside my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt so you can lick me and feel my used Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt while I tell you about Durgesh’s and my fuck sessions.”
“Yeah, I find it very erotic.”
“Just remember, you asked for it.”
This morning after breakfast Zaynab inquired,
“Have you changed your mind yet, or, am I free to fuck Durgesh today?”
“Go for it,” was all Muħammad could say.
She left for ‘work’ dressed to kill.
Muħammad got home from work around 5 PM as usual but Zaynab wasn’t home yet, which was rather odd, because she got off at 3:30 and usually beat Muħammad home.
About 5:30 she called from her cell phone and told Muħammad,
“Honey, don’t wait up for me, I’m going to fulfill your fantasy tonight, I’ll wake you and tell you about it when I get there. Muħammad, I will be very wet and full of Durgesh’s Hindu cum, you better not be upset because it was your idea.”
Muħammad ate dinner and watched TV until 11 PM.
Muħammad couldn’t get the thought of her fucking Durgesh out of his mind.
He kept thinking about jacking off but Muħammad wanted to be fully loaded for her when she came home.
May be he could too fuck Zaynab, his own wife, after licking her Durgesh’s Hindu cum filled Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and ass.
Muħammad resisted the urge.
He finally went to bed.
At 1:25 Zaynab got home.
Muħammad remembered hearing her car pull in the drive.
Shortly thereafter, Muħammad heard her come in the house.
Zaynab worked her way to Zaynab and Muħammad’s bedroom and switched on the lamp next to her side of the bed.
With that she reached over and patted Muħammad on the shoulder.
“Come on, you can’t be asleep knowing what I have been doing. Look at your well used Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife. I have Durgesh’s Hindu cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, I also have it in my mouth and in my absolutely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass. Is this what you wanted?”
With that she spread her legs and placed Muħammad’s hand on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Durgesh came inside me”, Zaynab smiled proudly, “And, he came a lot all the three times.”
She smeared my Hindu cum on Muħammad’s hand as she crawled across him and placed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt above Muħammad’s ever ravenous open Musalmān mouth.
“Would you like to feel my wet, fucked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt?” she asked as she lowered herself down his mouth.
She felt so warm and slippery that Muħammad could barely feel her.
“Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is bigger than yours,” Zaynab winked at Muħammad, “it really filled my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. I loved it when he came inside me, Muħammad, I could feel it pulsing and squirting, it was fantastic. I rode Durgesh bareback so you could have me still wet. I just hope you like it because if I get pregnant you will have to claim the baby. You will be a cuckold and you will know it.”
Muħammad was licking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt as passionately as he had in years. Muħammad could feel my Hindu cum filling his mouth, throat and stomach ultimately as he licked and tongue fucked his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Zaynab.
“So, do you like my used Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt,” she inquired. “I hope so because I plan to fuck Durgesh regularly in the future. It really was fun to feel Durgesh’s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and into my gorgeous Musalmān ass too. I think I’m going to love doing it for you very very much quite often.”
Muħammad erupted with the best orgasm of his life as she said that.
Afterward, they talked.
Zaynab and Muħammad both agreed that this was definitely an erotic experience that they both enjoyed tremendously.
Now Zaynab was free to fuck me whenever she desired as long as she shared it with Muħammad afterward.
According to Muħammad, if you’ve never tried this lifestyle, you don’t know what the hell you’re missing. It is most definitely a turn-on to have your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife fuck Durgesh and you lick her well fucked Musalmān Cunt after it. There is nothing as fulfilling as licking your Musalmān wife’s ardent Musalmān Cunt, a freshly fucked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Well, that’s what Muħammad thinks.
You are free to disagree with him if you do.
Muħammad would never mind it.
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Al Nadīm Al Quddūs drove around the corner, backed up in a driveway, turned the car, came back to place it against the curb, and switched off the motor.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus swallowed my Uncut Hindu Prick into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt once more and looked at Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Why the hell doesn’t Al Nadīm Al Quddūs divorce her?
Can’t he understand Al Safiyah Al Ghaus would never come back to him now?
Is he one of the damn fools enough that can adjust with their cuckolding even, because they can’t manage to separate and antagonize their extremely beautiful ever smart richer Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife?
Most of the Musalmīn are managing now with their cuckold status to their Musalmān wives and Durgesh/their Musalmān wives’ Hindu lover(s).
Because their Musalmān wives can blackmail them now successfully more than they could before?
Because their Musalmān wives are now richer and more resourceful than their cuckold Musalmān husbands, and their cuckold Musalmān husbands can’t win them in any way?
She controlled however herself and smiled at Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
“I’ll give it to you in a nutshell, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. You can figure what must have happened. In the first place, my brother in law, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, was so afraid of us…”
“Us?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said scornfully, “So afraid of us? Never.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at him,
“He was.” She said, “He was so afraid of me, at least, that despite Durgesh’s every assurance, he never agreed to continue as it was. Neither he wanted even his son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, to stay where I could reach or watch him.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at me, then he looked at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus again,
“Your new husband, Durgesh, planned it all?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs wanted to humiliate Al Safiyah Al Ghaus by calling me her new husband.
But she was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, too far inaccessible to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
She cooed, instead of feeling humiliated.
“Thanks for calling Durgesh my new husband. I love it.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs gritted through his teeth.
“You are right.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled energetically, “Durgesh had everything all planned, down to the smallest detail. He had even instructed Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim not to sneak any of their clothes out of the house so they could have a dry change.”
“Why?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked bitterly.
“Elementary, my dear Watson,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus winked at him, “because both of them were insured and the insurance companies were going to make a thorough investigation.”
“Even if they pin it on Al Zohrah Al Bittol and Al Taufīq Al Fatimah?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her incredulously.
“No matter what they do.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying her theory, “The insurance companies are going to look into the thing. A huge amount is involved in both the cases separately. The murder stories in both the cases are improbable as hell. If in their investigation, they find anything that looks like collusion, conspiracy, their fat will really be in fire.”
“I don’t get it.”
“It’s this way,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “As far as the police are concerned, they are perfectly willing to make murders out of it. It’s Ved Nagar. The police are managed by Ved Nagar administration already.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs laughed,
“You are forgetting that Ved Nagar isn’t confined to India only. It has infinite levels, both visible and invisible. Every level here is divided rigidly by a horizontal layer of fifty square miles of Hirañý metal, utmost hardest metal ever found by humankind, resting upon some countless steel girdered pillars.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly,
“I am not forgetting anything, my child. Your Ammī, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, wasn’t born yesterday. Just listen to your Ammī and appreciate. The insurance companies have extended their branches everywhere. Haven’t they?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,
“What do you mean?”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim are criminals/criminal minded Musalmīn. They hadn’t acquired their billions through legal means.”
“I don’t agree with you.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said heatedly.
“As if I still care what the damn you do.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said acidly.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her, but he was too angry to her now, to respond.
“The insurance companies act somewhat different from the police.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said shrewdly, “The police investigate murders while the insurance companies are always afraid of a collusion between husband and wife. In both the cases the wives of the victims are involved. Al Zohrah Al Bittol is Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s wife, even if she is on anticipatory bail and the police can’t arrest her. Al Taufīq Al Fatimah has her husband’s duly signed affidavit that she is not responsible for his murder. Someone was implicating her already, deliberately, even when Muħammad bin Qāsim was alive. In fact, there must be some finicky Pseudo Musalmīn who didn’t want her to appear in the porn movies she was adamant to do with Durgesh. She married Muħammad bin Qāsim on that condition. Moreover, it was also a condition that Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to direct that porn movie. By staging their fake murders Muħammad bin Qāsim has got rid of making that porn movie for his wife, Al Taufīq Al Fatimah, with Durgesh as her leading hero, and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has got rid of to direct it.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled,
“I have already written the entire screenplay of the movie and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim had already paid me fully for the same.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled bitterly.*
I kept silence.
There was no use in interfering.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying that she had compelled Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim, both, to run away from her ultimately, despite the fact that I was personally helping them.
“The first thing the insurance companies do is to start looking around for collusion.”
It was as if a solo performance for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Even Al Nadīm Al Quddūs wasn’t interested in criticizing her any more.
He had realized its futility.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan with her.
And apparently it was her victory now that both Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim had run away.
She was already the Conservator.
Until now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had won the battle for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus even against me.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was sure it could not be the final.
Durgesh was certainly playing some deep game.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was also worried.
“Our ever cunning Hindu husband can’t be that dumb, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“You are right, Naåīmah,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said worriedly, “Durgesh can’t be that dumb.”*
Neither it was easy to get conservatorship nor to maintain it.’
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was in Durgesh’s Live in relationship now.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had certainly learned how to protect his extremely beautiful niece’s interests.
“I know now that they were schemers.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd told me, “But it’s too late now.”
“Nothing is too late ever.” I pushed my ever utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock into Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd’s comparatively too young ardent Musalmān Cunt, “keep your thinking positive always. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim told me everything, yet he slipped somewhere in acting on my scheme exactly as I told him. Otherwise Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could never had been appointed conservator by a court of justice.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd kissed me on my Hindu male lips.
Despite there were so many problems, she was confident now that she was safe.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, her dangerously beautiful step Ammī, had succeeded in blackening her ever pious, ever sacred character before her Abbū’s eyes, but her uncle, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, understood Al Safiyah Al Ghaus very well.
She was a gold digger.
It was soon known that Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā had appointed Al Safiyah Al Ghaus the conservator.
They got their order from Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā.
The order appointing Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as conservator for the estate of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was made when Al Safiyah Al Ghaus qualified with a bond with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s help, and immediately proceeded to take charge.
“All right,” I looked at Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, “I happen to oblige Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā’s secretary.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled,
“She has her boyfriend cheated? I never knew.”
I smiled cunningly.
“It’s always a matter of impulse, Al Hudā. Her boyfriend couldn’t provide her such a legendary unique sex that I can. She loves her boyfriend very much. They are soon to marry each other too. But on the impulse of the moment, a very single moment, Al Kubrā Al Qur’an found she was absolutely alone with me. She grabbed my Penis. I never refuse to any lady when she needs me to that extent.”
“You fucked Al Kubrā Al Qur’an?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī’s beautiful Musalmān eyes brightened, “wow, I never knew. She always criticizes you.”
“Well,” I kept smiling cunningly at Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, “There are so many young ladies who keep criticizing me, yet whenever they themselves get a chance, they never miss it. They always fuck me belligerently and then call it only an animal surge. An exception to their normal life. They say I am too greatest a temptation to resist if there’s a chance.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī laughed,
“The bloody ever hypocrite bitches. Never miss any chance to fuck you, yet never equally miss any chance to criticize you too that you must not surrender to every sexual demand from the women on impulse. Hahaha.”
I kept smiling,
“Let them have their own kind of fun, Al Hudā. Ultimately they are not harming me even a bit. Let them fuck me whenever they can, and criticize me when they don’t.”
“You mean they are actually jealous of us, your other lady friends who enjoy sex with you, not clandestinely?”
I tolerated the obvious,
“Al Kubrā Al Qur’an stays in Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā’s chambers until twelve thirty. Ring her and find out if Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā hasn’t any important appointment at one thirty. I want to see him personally on this conservatorship matter. If he doesn’t have any legal problem to meet, I want to see him personally before he goes on the bench this afternoon. Tell him it’s very important.”*
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā came bustling into his chambers.
“Hello, Durgesh, the greatest…”
“Nonsense,” I smiled.
“Well,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā laughed, “I don’t agree with you. It’s a fact whether you admit it or not, out of your courtesy, that you are the most important person now. The Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act is being opposed by some communal Brāhmañs, being represented by yourself.”
“Cut it,” I raised my hand, “your United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations have snatched away the Swayamvar right of your Brahm Padminīs. You have actually surrendered to Bhr’gu Kālchakrānsh, Bhr’gu time slot, without fighting with it. Padminī Bhārgav hasn’t any right whatsoever…”
“I am a Judge, Durgesh. I am not a law maker. I am only a responsible citizen of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations . If my Creations decides that no Brahm Padminī is any more for anyone except you, it’s all right with me. If I don’t like Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act, well, I am free to leave United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. Am I not?”
“Your Brahm Padminī wives…”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā raised his hand,
“They are not my wives any longer. They are Brahm Jagdambās now, please! Every Brahm Padminī who the heck ever she is, now is your wife constitutionally if she is a citizen of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. If she doesn’t want it, well, she can surrender her citizenship to United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations anytime she damn chooses, anywhere. Nobody is snatching away her Swayamvar right. No, never. I don’t agree with you. I agree with the Constitution of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations, as it’s amended to the benefits of its subject.”
I watched him scrutinizing.
“Okay,” I said at length, “I’m sorry to find that you have more faith in my ever communal Bhārgav wife, Padminī Bhārgav, than you have in me.”
“I respect you very much. But sorry, I have my constitutional obligations too.”
“I am surprised. Haven’t you any self-respect that…”
“Enough,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā raised his hand, “if we don’t have any other subject to discuss, will you please excuse me? I have many cases on my calendar to hear.”
“Okay, let’s discuss a conservatorship case then.” I said patiently, “I think perhaps I’m going to appear before you, in your court, on a contested matter. I don’t want to jeopardize your position or mine by discussing the case itself. Yet, I do want to get some history and, if possible, find out the reasoning back of an order you made in the case.”
“I see. What’s the case?”
“The matter of the Al Muħammad Al Qāsim conservator.”
“Why, I handled that just a couple of days ago.”
“I know you did.” I said gravely.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā looked at me shrewdly,
“You think there is anything wrong with the case?”
I looked at him impassively,
“Let’s not either of us discuss anything except the history, nevertheless, I would appreciate your thinking.”
“I doubt it.”
“I beg your pardon,”
“You never appreciated my thinking on Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.”
“Should we again indulge into…”
“I’ll discuss any guardianship matter anytime,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said, “In those cases, the Court wants all the information it can get.
“Mind you, I don’t want you to tell me anything you feel should come before me by way of evidence in a contested matter. Nevertheless, I’m certainly willing to tell you how I felt.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā’s eagerness to hear me in this case, yet not even a bit in Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act, made me suddenly all alert.
So, Padminī Bhārgav had played a deeper game this time than I anticipated from her?
She had provided extremely beautiful Musalmān wives to every Brāhmañ that lost his Brahm Padminī wife to me due to Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.
She did it successfully because she did it in collusion with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
They both got advantaged in this way.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had succeeded in deputizing her almost infinite Musalmān agents, ever loyal to her and her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, in United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations .
Padminī Bhārgav had found an ever loyal friend in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
The Brāhmañ citizens of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations found ashvinātam sharīr yantrs for them.
They had got rid of their ever dominating Brahm Padminī wives too, for ever, without divorcing and paying any alimony whatsoever to them.
What was the harm in playing law abiding citizens and sacrificing human being too?
Were they not compensated financially too, optimum?
I controlled myself.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā was telling me continuously, *
I was all attention now.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is an old man.” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said, “He is confused. There is no question about that, he was incoherent.”
I didn’t contradict him.
It was neither the proper place for it, nor proper time.
It was the only relevant thing now to know about what the legal conspiracy was actually Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was facing only because he wanted to help Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus didn’t.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was excited.” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said, “He was emotional. Apparently he had made a check for ten million dollars to some young woman who had been living in the house with him.
“When we get a combination like that, we figure that something needs to be done. I appointed a conservator on a temporary basis only, with the statement that the Court would review it at any time any additional facts come up.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā stopped talking and looked at me,
“You feel that you have some other facts?”
“Sure,” I said.
“No problem,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā smiled affably, “The order is subject to review with additional facts. Tomorrow morning at ten too early for you to present your facts?”
“I think not,” I myself smiled.
“I am not going to ask to have Al Muħammad Al Qāsim brought into Court. It may upset him, the Court hearing, I mean. I’ll take a look at any additional facts that are presented and then if I want to amend, suspend, modify the order I made, I’ll do it. That suits you?”
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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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Al Nāsirah Al Karīm brought my Uncut Hindu Penis out,
“Any objection?” she asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Certainly not, go ahead. Durgesh is unique in sex. His Uncut Hindu Prick is amazing. It extends in length from six inches to just its double. Incredible. Isn’t it?”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled playing with my Uncut Hindu Prick, entirely unashamed of herself.
“Sure, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
“Further, his sexual lust for us Musalmān Beauties, us extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies, is still more amazing. The more Durgesh fucks us Musalmān Beauties, us Musalmān houseladies, the more his sexual lust for us increases. It never diminishes.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm looked at me in greatest appreciation.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Durgesh has infinite sexual lust actually for us Musalmān Beauties, for us extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies. It makes Durgesh unique. That’s why we have passed a resolution in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat that Durgesh is a Public Property, at least his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Prick is. No one single woman has exclusive sexual rights on Durgesh.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed.
“You must be joking. A resolution? Nonsense.”
“On the contrary,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gravely, “I’m absolutely serious. I never talk loose about my husband.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was stunned.
She looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan dumbfounded incredulously.*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm went down on her knees.
She kissed my Uncut Hindu Prick, licked it, then started to suck it swallowing it into her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
There are some women who don’t lose their beauty even when they grow old.
Instead, they are more and more beautiful when they grow old, with their more increased experiences and resultant sophistication.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was one of them.
She was enjoying now my hardness into her mouth, proudly.
It was the unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis every Musalmān Beauty, every extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houselady, was crazy for.
She was still able to have it while even the Jet Musalmān Beauties were crazy for it.
“Where’s your son?” I asked.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm asked.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim.” I said.
“He had to see a man. He promised he’d be back in five minutes.”
Her eyes were smiling at me cunningly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was suddenly all alert.
Allah, has Durgesh successfully helped Muħammad bin Qāsim too to disappear?
She had promised Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to watch on Muħammad bin Qāsim.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could concentrate on Al Muħammad Al Qāsim only.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is claiming she still has Al Muħammad Al Qāsim under surveillance.
But Muħammad bin Qāsim?
Has Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan lost him?
In her over confidence?
“How long have you seen Muħammad bin Qāsim, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked gravely.
“Five minutes ago, Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said innocently, “Our party broke when my son received a note. Muħammad bin Qāsim said that he had to see a man on some business.”
“I see.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said gravely, “And what did you do?”
There wasn’t any panic in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s voice whatsoever.
She understood very well, panic in her voice would never help her.
On the contrary, it could spoil her image instead.
Durgesh never cared for any of his woman to the extent to disgrace her Musalmān mankind.
Yes, she and her ever cunning Musalmān girlfriends had always successfully managed to use Durgesh for punishing their ever malevolent Musalmān mankind.
But that was the ultimate limit of Durgesh in helping them.
Even Durgesh’s ever increasing ever infinite sexual lust for Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies, could not compel Durgesh ever to cuckold their ever treacherous Musalmān mankind.
He hated cuckolding anyone.
“They deserve it, Durgesh.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had always argued with him, “Dr. Ali Sina and his co authors claim we can’t destroy Muslim Terrorism successfully until and unless we don’t humiliate terrorists Musalmīn. We can’t make them to see our humane viewpoint even without it.”
“And you think Dr. Ali Sina and his co authors are right?” I asked mocking at her almost every time she said it to me.
“I know Dr. Ali Sina and his co authors are right.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan almost every time blazed at me.
She asked Al Nāsirah Al Karīm again.
“I asked you what did you do.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled triumphantly.
“Came to my stateroom. I slipped my gown off, because I’d spilled some wine on it. Muħammad bin Qāsim will be back any minute. What’s all the commotion about? The ship’s jumping around. I can hardly stand up, consequently. We haven’t run into anything. Have we? Look, there’s a light over there on the water! Moreover, look at the searchlights!”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan nodded gravely.
She watched Al Nāsirah Al Karīm while Al Nāsirah Al Karīm sucked my Uncut Hindu Penis skillfully, smartly.
Allah, was the old sophisticated Al Nāsirah Al Karīm winning over great Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
She couldn’t believe it.
Durgesh is supporting Al Nāsirah Al Karīm against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
Hell, no, never!
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cooed despite her immense wrath internally.
“I’m particularly interested in finding out about where Muħammad bin Qāsim went and what he did.”
“I heard the sound of a shot. An officer of our ship tells me there’s a man overboard. Does that mean anything to you?”
For a moment Al Nāsirah Al Karīm stared at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan with triumphant eyes, then she stopped sucking me.
She undressed herself and me too.
Then she again went to her knees.
“Durgesh, fuck me from my behind, please. Let’s go to my stateroom.”*
I enjoyed fucking Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, Nafīsah Salmān, etcetera more because they were in my own age group.
I immediately penetrated Al Nāsirah Al Karīm from her exquisite glorious behind.
Her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks filled my nude Hindu male lap competently as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt swallowed my Uncut Hindu Prick entirely.
She smiled at me proudly.
I winked at her fucking her passionately.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said curtly.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has now disappeared. They think he has been murdered by Al Zohrah Al Bittol. You are a widow now legally. You can enjoy sex with Durgesh now more freely.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed.
“I was never afraid of my legal Musalmān husband, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. If he didn’t like my extramarital affair with Durgesh, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was always free to divorce me.”
“Legally.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan supplemented.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled cunningly.
“You mean not practically?”
“Well, it’s never easy for a billionaire to divorce his Trillionaire Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.”
“That’s not my problem.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm herself started rocking her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bottom on my Uncut Hindu Prick back forth and back.
She was enjoying my legendary unique Uncut Hindu Prick inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt very much.
Well, who didn’t actually?
Were women more animal than males in this matter?
My experiences with womankind answered my question in the affirmative.
But even then I wasn’t sure of my conclusion.
After all I wasn’t omniscient.
There was always a possibility of mistake.*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm crossed to the drawer of a dresser.
She jerked it open.
Then she stood looking down at the empty drawer.
Her ravenous back forth and back movements of her bottom on my rock hard Uncut Hindu Penis had stopped now, swallowing entire my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“What is it?” I asked Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gravely.
She was a brave, matured and vastly experienced woman.
It wasn’t easy for her to be startled on every this and that matter.
“My gun,” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said, “it’s gone.”
I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan questioningly.
“I haven’t done anything, my dear Hindu husband of us entire Musalmān Beauties.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan told me innocently widening her extremely beautiful young Musalmān eyes.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” I said gravely, “if I found you are responsible for anything of it, even your closest friend, Jacqueline Lincoln, would forget you made her President of USA.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“I never knew even you are jealous of my ever closest friendship with Jacqueline Lincoln.”
“Ever close friendship?” I grimaced, “Jacqueline Lincoln is your Karñ, Duryodhan.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was shocked.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan isn’t anybody’s friend, damn it.” I said curtly, “she helped Jacqueline Lincoln to be President of USA so that Jacqueline Lincoln could help her in establishing her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”*
Jacqueline Lincoln never thought she too would be on my ship.
She thought it was not respectful for USA.
Well, even if the rest of the world doesn’t realize now, Ved Nagar has actually replaced USA in leading the entire humanity.
“Mom, I don’t know why the hell had you promised Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle to attend the seminar with me in person.”
Dolly Carter smiled graciously.
“Jacqueline Lincoln, Imām Muħammad Ħasan Bhāījān is my milk shared brother. He has done even more for me than even my own real brothers did.”
“I know.” Jacqueline Lincoln said curtly, “Most of my maternal uncles had left us when we needed them utmost. It was Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle only that helped us then in our survival.”
Dolly Carter’s eyes lit up with immense pride for her daughter.
“You remember it?”
“Of course I remember it.” Jacqueline Lincoln said, “How can I forget, Mom? It was the period that brought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and me together. Wasn’t it?”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tried to say something but I raised my right hand to stop her.
I addressed Al Nāsirah Al Karīm instead.
“You and your son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, were going to have a show down about your brother, Muħammad Ůsmān?”
“That’s what I told you already.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said to me, eyeing Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan somewhat suspiciously.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling cunningly realizing and enjoying it very much that the situation was still under her control.
“Did you tell Muħammad bin Qāsim what you wanted to talk him about?” I continued.
“I told my son that I wasn’t going to stand for a lot of vague generalities any longer; that I wanted to know exactly whom else he suspected to poison him if not Al Taufīq Al Fatimah and/or Muħammad Ůsmān. After all poison couldn’t have administered itself to Muħammad bin Qāsim.”
“What did Muħammad bin Qāsim say?”
“He said we’d talk it over later.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had again started fucking me herself.
“He wouldn’t discuss it then?”
“He deliberately avoided it. Just as we were finishing dinner, a bell robot handed Muħammad bin Qāsim a note. Muħammad bin Qāsim said he had to see a man on some business. That broke up our little company of mother and son. Muħammad bin Qāsim and I came to my stateroom. I told him I was going to have things out with him, that for Al Taufīq Al Fatimah’s sake I wanted his partnership with my brother Muħammad Ůsmān must dissolve now. Muħammad bin Qāsim said he’d be back within five minutes. He simply had to see someone on a matter of the greatest importance for Al Taufīq Al Fatimah and himself.”
“There was your gun in that drawer?”
“Of course. That’s why I brought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and you here, to confirm whether it’s still there.”
“When did you see it last?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked quite disapprovingly it all.
“This afternoon.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm turned to face Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“It was your gun?”
“How long have you have it?”
“About two months. It was a new gun I liked very much. I immediately purchased it as soon as I saw it.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said curtly.
“I happen to know that your son has been in touch with Åāyeshah Dåūd, the Doctor. I think Muħammad bin Qāsim has tried to reach some agreement with Åāyeshah Dåūd. I don’t know what she told him. It’s a fine situation for blackmail even while Doctor Åāyeshah Dåūd is too respected to go down that much. Do you suppose, madam Trillionaire, your heavily spoiled son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, could have gone to meet Doctor Åāyeshah Dåūd taking your gun with him?”
“I don’t know.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said curtly watching Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan contemptuously.
Her still strong vaginal muscles clutched my Uncut Hindu Penis.
“Durgesh darling, I want you to promise me that you’ll stand by me, not with your Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, in this matter. Please, someone already trying to frame Al Taufīq Al Fatimah for poisoning my son.”
I smiled at her.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is sympathetic with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus. However, even then, she isn’t actually your enemy.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan uncertainly.
“Let me ask you some more questions before Muħammad bin Qāsim gets here. Just how much have you told him?”*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, pushed her magnificent nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my equally nude Hindu male lap, swallowed my Uncut Hindu Prick once again entirely into her ravenous Musalmān Cunt and said gravely.
“I told him that Muħammad Ůsmān is of course my younger brother, but he was never a responsible person. My Abbū was fed up of Muħammad Ůsmān’s grossly irresponsible behavior. He never took any interest in our business. Even then he was always after money. I had to help Abbū in his business because Muħammad Ůsmān never understood his duties. Abbū naturally was not good at Muħammad Ůsmān. He willed me his sole beneficiary of his billions.”
“And you proved to be the worthy of his decision.” I said appreciating her, “you made his billions the trillions successfully.”
“Thank you.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was fucking me again passionately, yet gratefully now, “You know I couldn’t do it without your moral support even.”
“I always try to support the worthy ones. It was your own courage, fight and prudence that helped you more. I only helped you where your opponents wanted to swallow you illegally.”
“And you think it isn’t valuable? They could have really swallowed me if they were really not afraid of your ever insurmountable opposition. I owe not only my success, but even my existence to you, Durgesh, my life.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed bitterly.
“He is utmost prudent enough to help only extremely beautiful Musalmān damsels in distress. His ever lustful Uncut Hindu Penis never let him resist against it.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled cunningly.
“Well, he deserves the remuneration. Doesn’t he? If he is protecting us extremely beautiful Musalmān damsels in distress as even our Musalmān husbands don’t or can’t, why the hell Durgesh shouldn’t get even what our incompetent Musalmān husbands do?”
“What else you told Muħammad bin Qāsim?” I asked patiently.
Neither of them was understanding the gravity of the situation optimum.
They were wasting very valuable time in teasing each other.
Most of the women do it unconsciously.
Yet I never expected it from as exquisitely prudent women as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Nāsirah Al Karīm were.
“That’s all.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said, “That’s all I had time to tell him.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was still thinking of success of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus in taking care of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
She prayed Allah that she must also prove she took care of Muħammad bin Qāsim if not more efficiently, at least equally.
“Was that after he received this note, or before?” I asked Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
“Afterwards. We, Ammī and son, had left the others and entered my stateroom. I talked to Muħammad bin Qāsim for just a minute or two. Then I stepped into the closet to get out another dress. I heard Muħammad bin Qāsim slam the door when I was getting out another dress.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim told you he had to see a man?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
“Yes. Muħammad bin Qāsim said he’d be back in five minutes and have it out with me.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said patiently,
“I think we’d better go on deck and find out what’s happened. You are certain, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, Muħammad bin Qāsim took the gun?”
“Yes. I heard him slam the drawer of the dresser. I didn’t realize what it meant at the time. If… if somebody’s overboard, can they find him─ her?”
“It’s a pretty slim gamble.” I observed, “There’s a heavy sea running. They might swing the ship broadside to the wind and launch boats in the lee, but I don’t think they’ll do it until they have something definite to go on. They’ll play searchlights on the water, throw flares overboard, and keep a sharp lookout. They certainly won’t risk men’s lives in an open boat unless there’s some indication the person’s still alive. Moreover, don’t forget that a shot was fired.”
“Do you suppose it could be Muħammad Ůsmān?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm asked, “Allah, oh heavens! Muħammad bin Qāsim wouldn’t have done that!”
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The dawn was cold and chilly.
Yet, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus didn’t need any coat around her.
My nonstop back and forth penetrations into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt were providing her enough heat she needed to face the cold and chill.
The automobile slid to a stop.
“What’s first on the program?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus surveyed the apartment house standing on the silent residential street, as though waiting for the warm morning sunlight to bring it to life.
“Like a sleeping horse standing on three legs with his head down.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled, “Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, you can’t believe the neighborhood is jammed with people.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs watched her sarcastically.
“Another hour you’ll see curtains going up, smell the aroma of coffee, see the people dashing down the steps running for the streetcars.”
“I wish I were certain we had an hour.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “Well, there’s only one thing to do. Find out first where Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s apartment is and next where her garage is.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
“That garage business may be tricky, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.” He suggested protesting what she had implied, “some early riser may be looking out of a window and…”
“I know.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said.
“It’s not a good idea to take chances that way.”
“I see.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “What do you suggest instead?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs thought for a second then he admitted reluctantly somewhat.
“I’m darned if I know. But if we contact the police…”
“And if the police asked the proof?”
“We are trying to get proof so that we can provide the same to the police if they asked for it.”
“There is no other option.”
“Why not wait?”
“Water,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said dryly, “has the habit of evaporating. I want to take a look at that automobile before the cushions have had a chance to dry out.”
“All right,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs surrendered ultimately, “If you feel that way about it, let’s go. Every minute makes things that much more dangerous.”
We left the automobile, walked up to the apartment house.
By consulting the directory Al Safiyah Al Ghaus found that Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd had apartment 786.
As we turned back to the car, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said,
“Now, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, you take the car, and drive up the driveway. We’ll pretend that we are looking for a stall to put the car in. If there’s any trouble, we can claim that some friend told us we could use her garage for a couple of days because she was going to be away.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said sarcastically,
“Sure. And then if they ask us about the friend and where she lives, it will be just another one of those things.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at him scornfully,
“We’ll just have to talk fast and try to talk our way out of it. If you don’t want to cooperate…”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs went back to the automobile, started it, backed into a half turn, then drove slowly up the driveway.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and I walked ahead of Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was my nude glorious mare now on her knees and I was fucking her from her gorgeous behind.
The driveway went around to the back of the apartment house, where there was a large cemented yard flanked with garages.
“Begins to look better.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “Look the garage doors even have the numbers of the apartments on them.”
“And padlocks.” I smiled.
“We’ll leave that to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. What a husband is good for if he can’t pick a lock for his wife, once in a while.”
“Isn’t that breaking and entering?” I asked innocently.
“It is.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus admitted, “I believe it’s a felony. Even I wouldn’t do it for a million dollars if there were any other way.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs brought the car to a stop, climbed out, and looked at the padlock.
“I don’t like it, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.” He said bitterly.*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus pushed her exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back into my nude Hindu male lap, swallowed my Uncut Hindu Prick entirely into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, contracted her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock, and looked at her husband, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, contemptuously,
“You don’t think I care any more what the hell you like and what you don’t. Do you?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs too looked at his wife venomously,
“I am more prudent now than I was when I married you.”
“That’s better.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said bitterly, “Got those skeleton keys handy?”
“Oh sure,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said, “I am not a damnfool that I give you one more chance to destroy me. It’s your funeral now, not mine. I don’t love you any more. Go ahead if you really think you can outwit Durgesh even.”
“Got those skelton keys?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus asked him coldly.
“Yes, they are in the car.”
“Get them for me.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus ordered him emotionlessly.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs pointed out smirking.
“The windows of those back apartments look out here in the court and…”
“My damn fool husband,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said sneeringly, “the longer you talk, the more chance there is someone will hear the discussion and look out to see what it’s all about. This is no time to get weak kneed. You know now very well you were never my destination when I married you. You were my stepladder only.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs wasn’t stunned even for a moment.
He laughed bitterly.
“I wasn’t in love you myself, bitch. I wanted to fuck you only. And I have done it now to my heart’s content. I damn care now if you fuck Durgesh or a black thief even.”
“That’s all right. It was a bargain then. You were after my body and I was after your money. We both got what we wanted to have. Now, why the hell are you trying to protect me still now as if you are still my husband? You are not. You were never my husband, moreover. You were only my stepladder and I’ve reached my destination now. Durgesh is my destination, you stupid. Why the hell don’t you understand?”
“I don’t understand?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs laughed sarcastically, “I don’t understand? I suspected you bitch, right from the beginning that you were after my money, not after me.”
“I don’t have all the time in the world now.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said contemptuously, “You love a female animal body only as any male animal does. Durgesh doesn’t. Durgesh loves Beauties with brains. That’s why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan successfully defeated her Ammī Nafīsah Salmān in Durgesh’s sex life. I have to show Durgesh that I too have brains, not beauty only, if I want to gain some respect from him in our sex life. I have to go ahead as though I own the joint and we are just putting the car in for the night. Get me those keys.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs walked back to the glove compartment of his automobile, reluctantly took out the bunch of skeleton keys handed them to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, said,
“These are the padlock keys.”
Then he walked over to the door, stood so that his body shielded the large bunch of keys from any casual observer who might be looking out of any window whatsoever.
In fact, there was a great temptation for him to turn back to the automobile, and disassociate himself from what was going on.
But he could not do it.
Despite what he said, he still loved the treacherous Musalmān Beauty.
Yes, he suspected Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was using him as a stepladder.
But even then he could have her amazingly exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body until she needed him as a stepladder at least.
After all, what was there to lose?
It took five keys before Al Safiyah Al Ghaus found one that would open the padlock.
The lock clicked back.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus calmly opened the door.
We moved inside of the garage.
After a moment, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus called Al Nadīm Al Quddūs sneeringly.
Her voice was exaggeratedly sweetest.
In fact, she cooed actually.
“My dear utmost wise husband, would you kindly oblige me to come here?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hesitated a few moments, then reluctantly entered the garage.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had opened the sedan doors.
Now, she was feeling the seat cushions and the carpet on the floor.
“Look at this rear cushion, wise guy.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said sarcastically, “doesn’t that feel damp to you?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs put a reluctant hand on the cushion.
“The left side.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said.
“It feels sort of damp.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs admitted.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus frowned thoughtfully.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled ironically.
“That’s right. You frown thoughtfully because you have yourself too realized now that it would have been soaking wet if your theory was right.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus immediately searched through the automobile.
Disappointment appeared on her face.
“Clean as a hound’s tooth, ma’am.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs announced triumphantly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said thoughtfully.
“I guess I’m off on a wrong trail. The only thing to do now, is to get out of here fast. Hang it, Allah, I can’t get over that damp place in the seat of cushion. What the hell could have caused it?”
“I damn care.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said triumphantly, “Nevertheless, if it had been what you thought, it would have been wetter than that.”
“I’ll be damned.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said thoughtfully, “Let’s take a look at the motor temperature.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus clicked on the switch and looked at the electric gauge.
“Cold as a cucumber.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs laughed.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus flicked off the switch.
“Okay, I guess I’m licked. Durgesh has played some still deeper game, deeper for me at least.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs chuckled.
I kept smiling only.
I didn’t comment.
“I guess, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd could have used another car.”
“Well, there isn’t any evidence here to back up your theory.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched him scornfully.
“The tragedy is that if it isn’t here I don’t know where I have to go to look for it.”
“All right,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said bitterly, “let’s get out and do our talking afterward. I never liked this idea in the first place.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs started for the door.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus made a quick final survey of the garage.
Suddenly she said,
“Hell! Look here.”
Her voice was suddenly filled with triumphant excitement.*
I was riding Al Samīnah Al Qāsim once more.
We had fucked since in countless sex positions.
No doubt she couldn’t make with Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
He was a righteous man who believed sex was not actually a virtue for men.
The men, if they were really righteous, must control sex.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim needed enormous sex instead.
“Abbū and I both think it’s just a joke someone played. You know Ammī now even more than Abbū and me, I think. She swears that it was my picture in the frame when she was doing the packing, but Ammī gets excited when we travel. You see, Zāherah Ħusayn and I look alike, even if Zāherah Ħusayn wouldn’t admit it. Ever since I started traveling, people in restaurants and night clubs have been staring at me, nudging each other and whispering.”
“You might capitalize on it. A stand in or something.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim didn’t know then what her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, had planned actually.
We were half through breakfast when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim’s Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, approached us.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim deliberately left us and went to her stateroom as soon as she saw her Ammī.
She wanted to give privacy to her Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, with me.
It might be Al Nāsirah Al Karīm wouldn’t talk freely in Al Samīnah Al Qāsim’s presence.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tried to stop Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
“Nonsense. Your Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, is an ultramodern Musalmān lady. She wouldn’t have been a Trillionaire if she were so backward.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim squeezed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s hand.
“I know my Ammī more than you do, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. She isn’t a Trillionaire when she deals with her children. She is an Ammī then.”
“Al Nāsirah Al Karīm,” I looked at her, “I have some information for you.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm kissed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan on her cheeks.
Yet she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis too and squeezed it appreciating it.
I smiled, squeezed her still gorgeous rich Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm kissed me on my lips.
I hugged her.
“Can you tell me now?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm glanced dubiously at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“You have to decide it.” I smiled, “It’s your family secret, not mine.”
“It’s all right.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “I can understand. Excuse me, please.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm held her wrist.
“It’s all right, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. I may need you too. Please, stay with us if you don’t have another work more important to do.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, squeezed her arm and assured Al Nāsirah Al Karīm that she was staying.*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked resignedly.
“Now what the hell is it?”
“Over here.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus ordered him curtly, “Quick.”
The tone of her voice brought Al Nadīm Al Quddūs to her side immediately.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was bent down over a dark corner that was under a workbench.
“What the hell is it?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked impatiently now.
He had lost now all his patience.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus straightened.
She was holding an army blanket in her hand.
“Feel this.” She ordered Al Nadīm Al Quddūs scornfully.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs felt of it, then whistled.
“Soaking wet.” He exclaimed.
“And look under here too, wise guy.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus bent over and picked up a pair of men’s shoes.
“These,” she said curtly, “were directly under the blanket.”
The shoes themselves were soaking wet.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was stunned.
“You win,” he said involuntarily incredulously, “Allah, by gosh. I’ll hand it to you.”
“Himmat-e-mardān madad-e-Kħudā.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled triumphantly.
“Correct it appropriately.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs laughed, “Himmat-e-åuratān madad-e-Kħudā.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed too.
“Well, what do we do?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked, “Take the evidence?”
“No.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled, “We put everything back the way it was, get out of here, and let the police make the discovery.”
“Do you think they will?”
“They will after we get done with them.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cheerfully.
“Just put them back the way you found them?”
“Yes, but first look on the inside of those shoes.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus instructed her husband elatedly, “See if there’s a manufacturer’s name. See if you can get his size.”
“Do you want to read me the letters that are on the inside here? I’ll write them down.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cheerfully picked up the shoes, held them so the light shone down on the figures that were stamped on the lining.
She read off the numbers and the name of the manufacturer.
“Nothing to show the retail store that sold them?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked.
“Nothing.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “Just the shoe. Eight and a half B as I interpret the meaning of these numbers. However, we’d better check up with a shoe man on that.”
“And get out of here,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said.
“Okay,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “put the shoes back.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs put the shoes back, put the wet blanket over the shoes.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was the first out of the garage.
I was the last.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus locked the door of the garage.
Once more Al Nadīm Al Quddūs shielded with his body what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was doing so that no one in the apartment house could see Al Safiyah Al Ghaus wiping fingerprints off the padlock with a handkerchief.
I helped Al Safiyah Al Ghaus into the car, then climbed myself pulling her on my lap, sitting on the seat.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus straddled on my Uncut Hindu Penis facing me.
“You really think the police will find it?” suddenly Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
“Oh sure.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled, “It’s not Durgesh that forgot to remove them from the garage. He isn’t that careless. It’s either Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd or Al Muħammad Al Qāsim himself.”
“Can’t it be a bait?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs suggested.
“Bait? For me?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“They can’t harm me now any more as I can’t harm them.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said gravely, “Moreover, they know it very well as I do myself.”
“Then why are you trying to harm them?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled ironically.
“Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd wants to revenge me. I have to see she never succeeds. It’s my legal right. Isn’t it?”
“Well, how can you blame Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd? You’ve broken her home. Hadn’t you?”
“Well, that’s the point.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled, “She blames me for it. She justifies herself. She isn’t cured even now. Until and unless Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd doesn’t stop justifying herself and blaming others for her failures she is open to be harmed either by me or by someone else.”
“Okay. What about my younger brother Al Muħammad Al Qāsim?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked her bitterly.
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Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim looked at me scornfully.
“I could never imagine, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd could give you excellent sex enough to protect her uncle, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, and her cousin, Muħammad bin Qāsim, to this extent.”
“Neither could I.” Al Lubnā Al Qāsim said scornfully too.
“He is only an Uncut Hindu Penis, nothing else.” Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim said, “He can do anything to fuck Musalmān Beauties. And if some extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies are available in a Musalmān household, Durgesh can conceive and stage any bloody legal hocus pocus to protect that entire damn Musalmān household.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā.
They kept silence.
None of them tried to say anything.
“Won’t you say anything?” Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim shouted at both Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā, “Does a Bachhalyā brain act only when the Bachhalyā Lund visits a Brāhmañ Cunt? Not, when it visits a Musalmān Cunt?”
Al Lubnā Al Qāsim laughed ironically.
“Our ancestors used to say that we Musalmīn would have also converted entire India into Islam. But the Hindus successfully deceived us by telling us the Brāhmañs are the brain of the Hindus and the Rājpūts are the arms of them. Actually it wasn’t a fact at all. The Brāhmañs were only the ostensible brain of the Hindus and the Rājpūts were only the field warriors. The real brain of the Hindus were the ever indomitable Bachhalyās. The Hindus always kept this war secret successfully to themselves only.”
Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā smiled.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is outlining her theory only. She hasn’t produced any facts in support of her wildest theory until now.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
Her back and forth movements of her glorious Musalmān buttocks were being increased more and more, swallowing my ever increasingly lustful Uncut Hindu Penis entirely into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“My dear brother in law, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, competently protected by his ever efficient Hindu son in law, Durgesh, then slipped out of sight to drift along the side of the ship, pounding and hanging against the sides. He couldn’t be certain otherwise to waken witnesses. After all he had to disappear afterward, hadn’t he to?”
“You mean he used a rope for hanging and pounding to attract the attention of witnesses?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked his ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
“There are so many persons who have seen a rope on the deck that disappeared afterward.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly, “I was too one of them.”
“And how could you manage it?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was sarcastic.
“I could manage it, my dear husband, because I suspected him ever since he met Durgesh. I used our Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad to follow your younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, nonstop continuous.”
“Because you are interested in his billions?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said bitterly.
“Why not?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said shamelessly, “Isn’t he your younger brother? Didn’t you help him ever in building his business?”
“If I could help him, I myself would have been a Billionaire.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said bitterly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus ignored his comment deliberately.
“Let me hear more about the rope.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said sarcastically, “What does the rope have to do with it?”
“You are one of the most successful script writers in Ved Nagar Film Industry.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “Can’t you yourself imagine it? Your younger brother had to go overboard, falling in a rather peculiar way. Then he had to be where his wife, Al Zohrah Al Bittol, would see him when she reached the bow of the ship. There’s quite an overhang on the bow of the ship that’s built along those trim lines. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to be certain that the current couldn’t sweep him away until after Al Zohrah Al Bittol had seen him. Moreover, in addition to that, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to be where he could have one hand out of the water and fire a gun. He had to be sure it went off. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t afford that gun to get wet or have the barrel filled with water. He had to drop off the ship in such a way that he could keep his right hand out of the water until after he’d fired the shot.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs watched his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife outlining her theory how I could have helped Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in escaping from his ever greedy relatives.
“And you mean that accounts for the rope?” His voice had appreciation now for his ever smart wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, despite the fact that he hated her now more and more.
Well, she was brilliant after all.
“Sure.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said enthusiastically fucking me herself vigorously now. “The best way to have done all that was to have looped a twenty foot rope over the bow of the ship. Then when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim leaned over the side, he could manage to fall in just that particular manner.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t believe his own wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, was such a brilliant Musalmān Beauty.
She was describing in detail how could have I saved his younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, she was so against of.
He forgot she was fucking me.
Her exquisite gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks were filling my nude Hindu male lap again and again.
My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis was vanishing into his extraordinary smart extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with her glamorous bottom’s every back and forth motion.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, your younger brother, could hit the water with a splash. He’d have hold of the rope with his left hand and the gun would be held in his right hand.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said ironically, “He’d fire the gun then let go one end of the rope down with him. Then he only needed to kick himself up the current and the confused motions of a wounded swimmer would keep him in just the position he wanted until he looked up and saw his wife, Al Zohrah Al Bittol, looking down at him. Then he could drift along the side off the ship.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs murmured to himself involuntarily.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was a swimming champion in various swimming clubs’ swimming contests. Durgesh planned knowing his capacity of swimming fully.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“There you are my dear husband.”
“I’ll be damned.”
“He decided to die to get rid of us. But when a person dies, there are certain formalities that have to be taken care of before he’s marked dead officially. Someone has to see the body and identify it. Durgesh used Al Zohrah Al Bittol, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s wife, for it. Her anticipatory bail had already been taken to protect her. Everything in the planning is so efficiently taken care of that it almost bears Durgesh’s signature. No one except Durgesh could have even conceived this plan. It’s so legally perfect. Isn’t it?”
Everyone present there looked at me with immense appreciation in his/her eyes for me.
I smiled non-committal.
There was no use in contradiction.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was too obsessed with her logic.
The others were too impressed by her reasoning.
“You see why Durgesh’s ship itself was chosen for it. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim could practice his ostensible murder in this way more efficiently than with another ship/yacht. Durgesh has been known for his unique ship for years now. The pictures of his ‘yacht’ have been published already in all the yachting magazines. If Al Muħammad Al Qāsim could get aboard this ‘yacht’ and leave Durgesh himself to do the explaining to the police… Get it, my dear husband?”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her gravely.
“I’m beginning to. But even if it was so, what’s wrong there Durgesh has done? Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wanted to get rid of us. He is authorized to do so. You haven’t done anything so far in his favor. You always did everything against him and my daughter Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t want our interference in his life any more. Well, he was authorized to do so.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at him furiously.
“You are a damn fool. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim knew very well he could never in the world have got a dime out of Durgesh until the escrow was closed. Durgesh would have demanded a quitclaim deed from Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim jointly, then given them an order on the escrow. Therefore, by playing it this way, and leaving the case wide open, Durgesh convinced Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to feel certain the true facts would never have been even suspected let alone uncovered.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her sarcastically.
“Can you prove anything of this wildest theory of yours?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled approvingly.
“That’s the point. When Durgesh, the legal wizard, plans something it’s not easy to find some hole in it.”
“But,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled cunningly, “it’s a legal problem we have to face. If we can’t establish what you have theorized so skillfully, what’s the hell use of your such a wonderful interpretation of the facts?”
“I know,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus contracted her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis, “the proof lies in the fact that your younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, couldn’t do it without an accomplice. He needed someone to help him out. Someone, who was camped downstream with a rowboat anchored out of the deep channel but where the current was strong. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim must have kicked past the side of the boat, then gone on downstream, swimming under water, come up to the surface, quit swimming, turned over on his back and floated until he saw the signal of his accomplice on the rowboat.”
“Signal?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t deny he was appreciating his enormously smart wife mentally, despite his every effort to hate her.
She was brilliant.
She was smart.
But, so was almost every Musalmān Beauty he met until now that fucked Durgesh either or Durgesh himself fucked her.
Does Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund inject wisdom, prudence and smartness even in a Musalmān Beauty when he fucks her?
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t believe it was even possible.
“Sure,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus answered him, “probably a shielded flashlight.”
Allah, she had answer to every question.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus continued.
“Then Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, your younger brother, climbed aboard over the stern of the rowboat. His accomplice promptly cut loose from his anchor and silently sculled, rowed, paddled, propelled or canoed the boat to shore where they had an auto waiting.”
“Theory again.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs objected, “I was asking of proof.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was as obsessed with her theory as she didn’t even pay any attention to what Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had said.
She continued to say in her enthusiasm.
“They’ll be working according to a tight little schedule. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim will be on an airplane headed for some Islamic country or perhaps some place in Mexico.”
“Sure. He has his numerous friends there. Hasn’t he?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs murmured.
“You have a point there.”
“Do you know who is his accomplice?”
“Hell, no.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs grimaced.
“Your lovely, now again extremely beautiful ex-wife, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus exploded her bomb shell.*
Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd turned the canoe, sent it swiftly to the exhausted Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
“Get in.” she said, “Climb in over the bow so you don’t upset us.”
“Thank you, Bhābhījān.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said in an entirely exhausted voice.
It wasn’t easy to reach the canoe without coming in the eyes of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement Musalmān lady commandos.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was very harsh on Criminal/Criminal Minded Musalmīn.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was now Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s faithful friend.
Of course, Durgesh was with Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, but even then, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd and Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd were no match for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s extraordinary Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female intellect.
Well, he wasn’t sure still whether Muħammad bin Qāsim could hold the fort successfully now, behind him.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim glanced over his shoulder to look at Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd and me, a swift, desperate appraisal.
Then, he raised his right hand, then left, then catching hold of the bow with both the hands, one on each side, he raised himself with a powerful thrust of strong Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān arms.
He came over the bow, sliding along to lie momentarily flat on his stomach, kicking his legs clear of the water.
“I hope Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān’s Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement’s ever dangerous Musalmān lady commandos haven’t seen me.” He said breathlessly.
“Āmīn.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd said.
“ÉVmastu!” I also said, “Tathāstu!”
“I don’t think even now, it’d be easy to establish that I’ve been really murdered.”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan would never leave any stone unturned to prove the contrary.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd said pushing her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back in my nude Hindu male lap.
My Uncut Hindu Penis again vanished entirely into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim rolled over with a swift lithe motion, doubled his knees in under him, pulled down his wet dress and gasped.
Even then he didn’t fail to notice that I was paddling like hell.
He couldn’t decide whether my Uncut Hindu Penis was vanishing fast into his Bhābhījān, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt or I was paddling fast.
His followers had flashlights.
Everyone of them were trained commandos after all.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was now Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was paying a large fee to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement.
Even if Durgesh was against the movement, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was with them.
The questing beams of the flashlights circled out over the dark waters.
One of the more powerful flashlights caught the canoe.
I promptly ceased paddling, kept my back turned, my face down and said to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
“Keep your head down.”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim obeyed instantly.
From the direction of my ship, came the sputtering sound of a motor, then a choking back fire, followed by a sudden roar of staccato explosions.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was instantaneously alert.
“Allah,” he said, “they are prepared for everything. Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān has perhaps anticipated our every move already. They have got one of the speedboats going. We have to reach quickly to our other yachts there.”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is right Durgesh.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd said, “Give it everything you have. Quick. We can’t afford to let them catch us here.”
“That’s why I proposed speedboat myself. But you insisted on canoe.”
“Speedboats make noise.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis by her vaginal muscles, “Hear yourself.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
“My dear husband, I’ve instructed my reliable detectives from Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement to scrutinize the passengers who go out on airplanes. I want them to cover the morning outgoing trains at the depot. I want detectives to comb the river bank and see if they can find some trace of Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd who rented a rowboat/canoe. Above all, my dear husband, if the scheme worked out according to schedule, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim must have changed from his wet clothes to dry clothes in Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s automobile. I want to get hold of her automobile and see if we can find Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s wet clothes. That’s why I’m in a hurry and that’s why we have got to work fast.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs didn’t say anything for a moment.
Then he smiled.
“You think Durgesh hadn’t anticipated already what you can do? He hasn’t already checkmated your every possible move? Well, my dear wife, then you don’t know Durgesh properly, even while he is fucking you.”
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“What’s your proposition, Muħammad bin Qāsim?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was terse,
“I haven’t any.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was still watching his wife’s gorgeous Musalmān ass that had swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Prick to the hilt.
“Sitting tight sometimes doesn’t pay even a dime.” I smiled at Muħammad bin Qāsim still enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick buried entirely into Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s perfect Musalmān ass.
“Let me see it myself.” Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed cunningly.
“You have a hundred thousand dollars at stake, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, “HVSI Group of Companies has authorized Durgesh and me to sign a compromise with Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company on its behalf. Since Durgesh is a blind supporter of us Musalmān Beauties there are some shareholders in HVSI Group of Companies who wanted the agreement to be signed by me too.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah grimaced.
“Bosh and nonsense. If Durgesh were really supporting us Musalmān Beauties blindly, he would never have opposed your Seven Movements, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I can’t believe there are such fools among the stockholders of HVSI Group of Companies who credited you more than Durgesh even.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sophisticatedly.
“Who the hell is asking you to believe me, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah? Never believe me, if you don’t want to. Nevertheless it doesn’t change the legal status of the agreement that it must be signed by both of us. I’m representing Musalmān Beauties stockholders of HVSI Group of Companies.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus started back and forth motion now enjoying the anal sex she needed very much.
Right from the beginning, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus knew very well she wasn’t a normal woman.
But are the most of the other women normal?
They are hypocrites actually.
Both the men and women are hypocrites actually.
At least most of them certainly are.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is not a hypocrite at all.
That’s why they criticize her so much.
They criticized Al Safiyah Al Ghaus for her love for anal sex.
But the fact was it was only her fantasy.
She tried to do it with her first husband.
He called it a sin and refused her to oblige.
She had laughed.
“You can’t do even what is not a sin for you, Iqbāl. Can you?”
Muħammad Iqbāl was stunned.
He couldn’t believe his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife was telling him sophisticatedly that he was not competent in sex.
What a shameless woman!
“Muħammad Iqbāl, your sisters suck Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis. Isn’t that a sin? They compel Durgesh for anal sex with them. Isn’t that a sin too.”
Muħammad Iqbāl laughed ironically.
“I never knew Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, my shameless sisters are your ideals. You always criticized them. It was natural consequently, for me, to think you don’t have such a sinful desire.”
“I say you are not competent even in what you think moral sex.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said patiently.
She never knew it could lead Muħammad Iqbāl to suicide.
Hell, the idiot could have divorced her instead.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was her second husband.
But he was too a hypocrite.
Most of the persons, men and women both, are hypocrites.
They praise other hypocrites.
They never praise an honest and sincere person.
Durgesh is the third man in her life.
But he is perfect.
He invaded her anal virginity without any infinitesimal shade of guilt.
What a man.
What a perfect man.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Sometimes, half a loaf is better than no bread, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah. Sometimes a poor compromise is better than a good lawsuit. Now then, Muħammad bin Qāsim, what’s your proposition?”
Al Taufīq Al Fatimah looked at her husband.
Was Durgesh right?
Is Muħammad bin Qāsim really trying to frame his own murder on her?
Had he really married Al Taufīq Al Fatimah on impulse?
Now, his ambition to have her as his wife is fulfilled, he is repenting his ‘wrong’(?) decision taken on an impulse?
Is he really trying to kill two birds with a stone?
“Give me ten percent of what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is getting.”
“Ten thousand dollars?” Muħammad Ůsmān shouted, “Are you crazy?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“It’s a hundred thousand dollars deal. HVSI Group of Companies is paying one hundred thousand dollars to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah for that island. Why can’t I get ten percent of it for signing a quitclaim deed?”
“That’s too much.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly.
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled bitterly.
“To me, it is ridiculously small. I think there is oil on the island.”
“What do you say?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. “He isn’t the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company any more, you are.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim immediately held her head high and said,
“Prañav , I think Muħammad bin Qāsim is right. We deserve at least ten percent of what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is getting from HVSI Group of Companies. Our quitclaim deed is necessary for HVSI Group of Companies to get proper title on the island.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“I agree with my wife.”
“Nonsense,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “I advise Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī to pay four thousand dollars for your quitclaim deed. Take it or leave it. Take it and then step out of the picture.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim stiffly shook his head.
“Okay,” I smiled disarmingly, “I will instruct the escrow holder to accept a certificate of title, subject to the provisions of an outstanding oil lease. I don’t think Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company has any leg to stand on. I think I can get an injunction prohibiting you setting foot on the island.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled cunningly.
“Jījū, you may get the injunction but it won’t become final until after it has gone through the Supreme Court.”
I smiled sweetly.
“No problem, Sālé Miyān. I think HVSI Group of Companies has enough money for that. More than you can even dream of. You would have to sell so many of your companies to meet the legal expenses for it. We have enough idle money to meet such unprecedented legal expenses. I don’t care how long the litigation takes. Just so I keep you off the island.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was still smiling cunningly.
“Suppose I win it?”
“You let your legal department prepare an opinion on that. If their opinion collides with your opinion, go ahead and take any legal steps you may see fit. I’m very much inclined to go ahead and complete the deal.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Penis in her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass very much.
How lucky she was.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is really her best friend.
As soon as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan knew about the sexual fantasies of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled.
“How communal are you, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?”
“What do you mean?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus couldn’t follow Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“Muħammad Iqbāl was your first husband. Wasn’t he?”
“Yes, sure.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at her quite perplexed.
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is your second husband.”
“You have already married twice.”
“Nothing. The point I am getting at is you married both the times Musalmīn.”
“So what? Isn’t it natural? I am also a Musalmān. Therefore…”
“Not natural.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cut her short, “Most of the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties, as beautiful as you are, would have preferred a Hindu husband instead of a Musalmān husband again, once she had the bitter experiences from a Musalmān husband.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was brilliant enough to understand what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was suggesting.
“Is it possible?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus sighed incredulously.
“To make anything possible the first necessity is to self-hypnotize that it is possible.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ingeniously.*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in awe.
“To self-hypnotize.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at her splendidly.
“And if it is impossible?”
“Nothing is impossible in the world, you fool. What do you think, was it possible for me to get a Hindu husband who had self-hypnotized himself that he was my stepfather?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was dumb founded.*
She pushed her gorgeous buttocks back in my nude Hindu lap and swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Penis once more into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“My brother in law, my dévar, has paid Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband, to protect himself and his family from me and my supporters. Can’t you understand Durgesh has staged a show to pull the wool over our eyes as well as on the eyes of the law?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her incredulously.
“You mean Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is alive?”
“Durgesh can’t afford to let him murdered on his own ship.”
“And the shot fired from the revolver?”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, if you are not yourself playing a part in the play, why the hell can’t you understand? There’s only one person who could have fired it.”
“Who?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at his extremely beautiful wife skeptically.
“Your younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“You mean he shot himself?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked furiously.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed enjoying the nonstop back and forth movements of my extremely rigid Uncut Hindu Penis in her brilliant smart Musalmān ass.
“Not himself. He just fired one shot in order to establish his fake yet still legal death. Our legal wizard, Durgesh, planned his legal escape in this way from us. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had already fired one shot out of the gun that he left on the dresser for the wife to bring when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim telephoned her. Now then, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my younger brother in law, had to work his timing just right. He had to wait until he saw Al Zohrah Al Bittol coming along the deck. As soon as he saw Al Zohrah Al Bittol there, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my younger brother in law, thoroughly coached by Durgesh, thoroughly rehearsed even, because it is Durgesh’s own ship, had to ‘struggle’ and ‘sway’ in a peculiar manner and then topple overboard. Am I right, Durgesh darling?”*
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of her Musalmān ass until only its head was inside then penetrated it once more so forcefully that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus couldn’t help except to jump.
But I had already anticipated her reaction.
I jumped with her too, penetrating her entirely.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah I’m dead.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus screamed in extreme anal ecstasy, “The hell you don’t love anal sex. You are wonderfully and absolutely amazingly expert in anal sex too. Allah, you are killing me. I can’t bear it there any more. You Hindu scoundrel.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus suddenly pulled away her ass, positioned the tip of my Uncut Hindu Penis between her quivering throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and thrust.
My Uncut Hindu Penis vanished into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely now.
“Fuck me in my Pussy now, okay, you Hindu rascal? What the hell were you after? Rip open wide my ass itself? Naughty naughty.”
I laughed and continued fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus now in her Musalmān Cunt.
Yet, she continued to tell her theory about what I had done.
“Then Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to fire a shot and be in such a position that just as Al Zohrah Al Bittol leaned over the bow of the ship, Al Zohrah Al Bittol would look down and see Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim even call Al Zohrah Al Bittol by her name so that there could be a positive identification. Remember our legal wizard, Durgesh, never leaves any legal loophole. When he wanted to support and protect Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his family from me and my supporters Durgesh did it a perfect job. No loopholes anywhere whatsoever.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim, Vikram Bachhalyā, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Pratāp Bachhalyā everyone looked at me as if I were a ghost.
Only Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Even Al Zohrah Al Bittol and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl were looking at me dumbstruck in awe.
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Al Safiyah Al Ghaus suddenly let my entire Uncut Hindu Penis come out of her extremely beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
I was surprised.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah advanced to take my immensely anointed Uncut Hindu Penis into her Musalmān mouth, but Al Safiyah Al Ghaus again beat her.
She pushed her gorgeous Musalmān bottom back again.
I suddenly understood what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was after, but it was too late to stop her.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus positioned my Uncut Hindu Penis between her glorious ardent Musalmān ass cheeks and pushed back with her entire strength.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was immensely lubricated already.
It entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to the hilt.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus!” I said immensely surprised, “Are you crazy?”
“Squeeze my boobs, please!” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus winked at me.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs suddenly realized what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was doing with me.
He jumped immediately and shouted,
“What the hell?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“You don’t have any objection if Durgesh fucks me in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. Isn’t it? Now, what about it? Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is visiting deepest your wife’s gorgeous Musalmān ass now. Come on, watch yourself.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was dumbfounded.
He could not believe his own eyes.
But, yes, it was true.
It wasn’t any bloody nightmare whatsoever.
Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund was really inside his wife’s exquisite immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, buried to the hilt.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying it there proudly.
“W…w…what do you want?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was suddenly full of tears.
He could not believe he was really weeping.
It was immense humiliation.
He could not believe he was cuckolded ultimately by his own wife he loved more than himself.
“Come on, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, you have already licked my extremely beautiful Musalmān Cunt after I had an orgasm. Haven’t you? Come on, clean it once more.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t believe Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was asking him to lick her cunt and clean it.
Yes, he had done it so many times before, but not because he loved to lick her cunt.
It was a compensation to her actually that he could not make her to have an orgasm while fucking her.
He offered her to bring it by licking her cunt.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had succeeded too.
He could not fuck her to have an orgasm, but he could lick her to have an orgasm.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had charged him that he was semi impotent.
His cut Musalmān nūnī didn’t have the proper strength to make her have an orgasm, but his tongue was superb.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had laughed.
“How many cunts have you licked, cunt licker?”
“What?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was furious.
“The expertise your tongue has in licking my cunt couldn’t be developed first time, neither even in a single instance. It’s been developed in a long practice. Hey, did you do it with your girlfriends too?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was startled.
What the hell could he do?
He watched Durgesh fucking his sisters and cousins.
He masturbated while watching them.
His cut Musalmān nūnī lost its strength gradually.
Once his sister, Al Nādirah Al Quddūs, caught him masturbating while I was fucking her.
Al Nādirah Al Quddūs made him to lick her cunt after I fucked her.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hadn’t another alternative.
He did it to please his Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī.
“If I clean you every time after Durgesh fucks you, would you allow me to watch and masturbate right there where Durgesh fucks you?”
Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī laughed.
“Hey, you loved it, didn’t you, instead of hating it? It wasn’t a punishment to you. It was a reward instead. Wasn’t it?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled triumphantly.
“Yes, Bājī. Will you please allow me?”
We allowed him.
Yes, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was expert in tongue fucking.
His cut Musalmān nūnī was weak, but his tongue was a miracle.
After his Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī his other sisters also allowed him.
His cousins too allowed him gradually.
Then even his Ammī allowed him when she managed Durgesh to fuck her, blackmailing her own daughters.
Was his family unconventional?
Well, let it be.
Who the hell cares?*
Once they arranged group sex with Durgesh on their Ammī’s birthday.
Their lady-friends were also invited.
Durgesh undressed all of them.
Ammī undressed Durgesh.
Then she played with Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund while Durgesh was kissing their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts.
Ammī sucked Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund and swallowed his entire Hindu Vīrý.
So did the others.
Durgesh fucked all of them, one by one.
What a man.
What an amazing man.
None of them was unsatisfied.
Durgesh fucked all of them to their heart’s content.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs licked all of them.
They had different tastes.
Yet, Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý was common.
And it made all of them taste superb.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was surprised immensely to find out how many Musalmān Beauties, how many Musalmān houseladies, fuck Durgesh, despite his unwillingness even.
Durgesh was a Hindu male slut for Musalmān Beauties and sophisticated extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies too.
He could not believe what he witnessed himself.*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at me.
“No motion for somewhat half an hour, Durgesh, please! It was my long nourished dream to have your Uncut Hindu Penis into my ardent Musalmān ass buried to the hilt. You may call it a pervert desire, but let it get fulfilled anyway.”
Her ardent Musalmān anal muscles had gripped my Uncut Hindu Penis strongly, vehemently.
I smiled my assurance to her.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had started to lick her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt already.
At first he wanted to object but he realized the futility of the step.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had raised her status ultimately.
She wasn’t now a shill, a hostess of any damn gambling house at Las Vegas, Nevada.
She was at least Durgesh’s mistress now.
And Durgesh was the most powerful man now everywhere.
He was not only a multi zillionaire now, he was the Mayor of Ved Nagar too.
Of course, he wasn’t the President or Prime Minister of any country.
Yet, the entire king makers of every country have deliberately managed their daughters, sisters and/or other Musalmān houseladies to join Durgesh’s ever expanding Sex Empire.
Why the hell shouldn’t he pose himself unresponsive to what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is doing?
Why oppose it?
Why shouldn’t he ignore it?
His sisters, cousins and Ammī already belong to Durgesh’s Sex Empire.
Let his wife too belong to it.
What’s the big thing there, if any?
She would never return to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Then why antagonize her?
Even Imām Muħammad Ħasan has compromised with Durgesh in this matter.
Then who the hell is Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?*
Enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick buried to the hilt into her gorgeous ardent Musalmān ass, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus remembered:
Her relatives flooded into the house.
It was to interrupt my sex life with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus for almost a week at least.
Yes, I didn’t approach her first.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus approached me instead.
Yet, it didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy sex with her optimum.
I greeted her relatives reluctantly.
The older ladies gave me wet kisses and the younger ladies pressed their beautiful Musalmān tits on my wide, strong, Hindu male chest.
I grimaced again.
The ladies were accompanied by their husbands, boyfriends, or sons who carried the supplies for thanksgiving week.
I was concentrated on the Al Makkah Al Mukarramah Sex Contest.
During commercials I would check out the younger exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ladies over by the kitchen.
I had promised Al Safiyah Al Ghaus that I would not run up to my room like I always did when her relatives visited.
It’s not that I didn’t like them.
The problem was that they asked the same foolish questions every time.
I just didn’t like to update them on my Musalmān Beauties, their career choice, and relationships with me.
Looking at their beautiful superb Musalmān asses I began to wonder about what they wore underneath.
Well, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had beautiful female relatives.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was constantly hard watching them.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus herself looked gorgeous in her maroon long sleeve v-neck and those tight denim jeans.
I knew Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was wearing a black and red thong that wedged between her cheeks.
I had seen her put it on this morning.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs were not divorced even yet, but they had not lived together too in a long time now.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was mainly an irresponsible, lame, and lousy man from what I had seen in my 64 year old life.
He would show up once in a blue moon for some trivial activity, but he would spend the holidays elsewhere.
It was getting pretty loud and annoying in the living room.
I decided to make a break for it.
I nonchalantly stood up from the couch and grabbed my juice as I looked around for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
I spotted Al Safiyah Al Ghaus in the kitchen and quickly went up the stairs to escape the incoming foolish questions.
I was finally relaxing and enjoying the Contest when I heard a knock on my door.
My first thought was that I should have locked the damn door.
“Come in.” Before I finished speaking, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s dumbass cousin barged in with a drink and a bag of chips.
He sat down on the floor as if he owned the place.
I was already thinking of a way to get him out of my room.
“Damn, the bookies are doing really good this year.”
Ved Nagar was winning by 3 possessions.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s cousin continued munching on his chips.
I didn’t really have a close relationship with him, but I knew he was a dumbass from the days we used to spend together in Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt‘s house.
The Contest was coming to an end.
The small talk between us would hopefully end soon too.
“Aunt Kħālidah Gul Ħasan is looking real good today, right?”
Kħālidah Gul Ħasan was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s sister-in-law.
She was too all attractive to me.
“If you say so.” I didn’t know what he was getting at with that comment.
However, I didn’t care too much either.
“But she is not hotter than your Al Safiyah Al Ghaus though, you know if she wasn’t your Al Safiyah Al Ghaus I would be licking her up.” He made slurping noises and laughed as he turned to look at me.
“Don’t even think about it faggot, well the Contest is basically over so why don’t you head downstairs with the family.”
As he got up to leave the room I whispered some cuss words and shook my head.
Alone in my room with the TV turned off and the woman of my dreams downstairs, my hand reached down to touch my growing proud erection.
I made sure the door was locked as I made my way to the bathroom.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was itself available to me now, but I was not getting it for a week.
I pulled my shorts down and began pissing off.
My eyes opened when I heard noise outside my room.
It was around 9 pm.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was probably showing everyone their room for the night.
They would be crowded.
I just hoped that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus would not put anybody in our room.
“Durgesh, open the door, it’s me.” I recognized Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s voice.
I pulled up my shorts.
When I opened the door, I was glad to see that it was only her entering the room.
“What were you doing, Durgesh?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus slipped off her shoes and loosened her dark brown hair.
She sat down next to me and reached for my shoulders with her delicate hands.
“I was pissing since you were busy with your family.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at my response then she looked back at the door knob.
I followed her eyes to the door and realized what she was thinking.
I moved back to rest my back on the headboard.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus gave me a naughty grin as she pulled down my shorts.
My 9 inches stood proudly in the cold room and my head oozed with pre-cum.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus got on all fours and dove down on my throbbing Hindu member.
She ran her beautiful Musalmān tongue once over my Hindu pee hole and then swirled her tongue all over my purple head.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus made a small o with her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and went down on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
My head widened her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, but she kept her pink lips sealed as tightly as possible.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus started taking inch by inch of my Uncut Hindu Shaft as she moved her hair behind her ears.
Half way through my Uncut Hindu Shaft she started working up again towards my tip.
She undid her jeans and moved her hand in between her legs.
Now she was softly moaning and working her way back down with her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her hot Musalmān mouth went 3/4ths of the way down then sucked all the juices on the way up as I grabbed the top of her head.
This type of sensual sucking I’m sure can only be performed by Al Safiyah Al Ghaus only.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus let my Uncut Hindu Dick out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with a loud pop and then climbed on top of me.
She positioned herself in the famous 69 as I spread her jean covered glorious Musalmān ass.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus placed her hands on my thighs and began slurping my Uncut Hindu Lund head back into her lovely Musalmān mouth.
Slowly swallowing my Uncut Hindu Cock she rubbed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy through her thong.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus made a few gagging sounds as saliva spilled out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth into my Hindu groin.
The determination to deep throat me kept her going down until she reached the base of my 9 inch Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her head came back up with a loud gasp and more saliva coming from her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
This time she quickly enveloped my Uncut Hindu Cock and was once again touching down with her beautiful nose.
I squeezed her exceptionally attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as my Hindu balls gathered the massive load that was about to shoot up into her terrifically exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I thrust my hips upward.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus pushed down on my thighs as my Uncut Hindu Cock started erupting my hot Hindu cum into her Musalmān throat.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus stayed down on my Uncut Hindu Dick for as long as possible then she came up to gasp for air.
The juices fell out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth down to her neck and to my thighs.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus turned around to face me with a smile and I saw her beautiful cheeks full of our bodily fluids.
A string of my Hindu cum was coming out through her right nostril.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed as she wiped her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with a pillow.
I followed her to the bathroom were we finished cleaning up.
“Eīshān, God, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, that was amazing.” I smiled.
She mumbled a response while blowing her nose.
I grabbed her hips and helped her up to the counter.
We wrestled tongues as I kept working her clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Sweetie, what are we making for dinner?” That was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, speaking from outside the door.
If she only knew what her daughter was doing inside the room.
I kissed Al Safiyah Al Ghaus on the forehead and helped her down to her feet.
“How do I look?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was cleaned up and looking stunning as usual.
She looked at herself in the mirror and I playfully slapped her exceptionally attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as a sign of approval.
We hurried to open the door and found Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, looking at her recipe book.
“Sweetie, what happened to your lipstick?”
In the rush of the moment, we had not noticed the damn lipstick.
“I was uh, eating a blow pop.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus licked her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and ushered us to the stairs.
I looked around to make sure no one was looking and I pinched Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s gorgeous exquisite Musalmān ass while Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, made her way down the stairs.
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ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at Al Zohrah Al Bittol smiling cunningly.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed at her.
“Look at me as much as you please.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol cooed, “You can’t do anything whatsoever, nevertheless. I am on anticipatory bail, I’ve told you already.”
“You said you jumped out of bed, grabbed the gun and didn’t even wait to put a robe on?”
“That’s right.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol kept fucking me smiling at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl triumphantly, “I came flying up the companionway and was just approaching the bow when I saw a vague figure swaying this way and that, apparently engaged in a struggle of some sort.”
“A figure?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked sarcastically.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol grimaced.
“I refuse to answer your insulting questions. You are trying to irritate me. I would prefer to give my testimony in a competent court.”
“That’s what you think.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled tartly.
“That’s what I’m going to do. You don’t have any legal right to insult and humiliate me.”
“It’s not you that’s taking this attitude to a responsible police officer.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said smirking, “It’s Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis visiting your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt that’s letting you fly so high.”
“I’m glad you have eyes at least, even if you don’t have any manners whatsoever.”
“I may request to cancel your bail.”
“Oh, sure. Go ahead. Do everything on the earth you are capable of. If you really get it canceled I’d wash your feet and drink the water that is used in washing them.”*
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled.
She wasn’t born yesterday.
She realized the truth in Al Zohrah Al Bittol’s voice.
So, Al Zohrah Al Bittol was really innocent?
Despite she was on the deck when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was overboard,
Despite she had a revolver in her hand, Despite Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard an ‘explosion of some sort.
Did Durgesh deliberately stage this improbable story for her?
The night was filled with sounds of hectic activity now.
Opening and closing doors and frightened feet sounded in the passageways and on the companionways.
The swift babble of voices kept up an incessant, a nonstop, chatter.
Moreover, cutting through all of the sounds of confusion, my crisp, authoritative voice was giving orders.
The motorboats had been lowered to the water and engines started.
Each of them cruised in a series of questing circles around the ship.
“The figure was apparently engaged in a struggle of some sort,” Al Zohrah Al Bittol repeated, “but I saw only the one figure.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl stopped herself with efforts, not to smirk.
What was the use?
Al Zohrah Al Bittol would again stop telling her story.
Shouldn’t at least she listen to it?
She saw only the one figure.
Yet, it was engaged in a struggle of some sort.
With whom the hell was it struggling then?
Al Zohrah Al Bittol realized the question her statement generated.
“The other one must have been below the deck.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol advanced her assumption.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me pleadingly.
“Go on,” I grabbed the splendid heavy buttocks of Al Zohrah Al Bittol and arched my waist up.
My Uncut Hindu Penis penetrated her ardent Musalmān Cunt as a spear as if.
Her bottom was coming down at the same time.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol shouted in superb ecstasy.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What the hell are you doing to me?”
I caressed her buttocks and kissed her on her lips passionately.
She controlled herself and resumed.
Now, her up and down motion had stopped.
She was sitting on my Uncut Hindu Penis swallowing it entirely into her Musalmān Cunt.
I was enjoying the honor myself too to its utmost extent.
“Just before I got there,” Al Zohrah Al Bittol continued, “the man lurched and fell overboard. I screamed involuntarily as I heard the splash. Then there was the sound of an explosion and a series of splashing noises. By the time I had reached the bow. I could hear my name being called now.”
I was listening to her gravely.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at each other.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was alone, after me, that was too listening to it gravely.*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol watched me, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
Then she went on,
“I bent over the rail. I could see now a figure of a man in the water. It was floundering around aimlessly. It was floundering as if it was wounded badly and was trying to swim desperately.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī also looked at me.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl did smirk again, as if asking me,
‘If Al Zohrah Al Bittol is really innocent how Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would have been wounded?
Why was he trying to swim desperately?
Who the hell wounded Al Muħammad Al Qāsim if not Al Zohrah Al Bittol?’
I was reading the questions on their faces.
But I didn’t ask Al Zohrah Al Bittol anything.
She went on,
“Then the figure moved into the oval of light that was coming from a porthole in the forecastle and I could see his face. He was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my husband. He seemed partially paralyzed. He called me and tried to call out a message. I couldn’t hear what he said. His voice was almost inaudible. Abruptly he ceased to struggle and was swept down by the current under the overhang of the bow. I thought he was coming down the starboard side. I ran that way. Unfortunately, apparently, he drifted down the port side.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl grimaced.
“Unfortunately, it doesn’t conform to the facts as they must have happened.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol smirked.
“I sympathize with you.”
“I beg your pardon?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly.
“That the facts don’t understand how compulsory it is to obey you.”
“When Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis is inside your Musalmān Cunt you can fly in sky very high.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl commented drily.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t have been telephoning from the bow of the yacht. It was virtually impossible.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly”*
There were no vacant chairs at the dinner.
Sheeted rain lashed against the portholes.
The guests who made merry with colored paper caps, balloons and pasteboard horns lacked spontaneity.
Their merriment seemed merely a forced attempt to comply with maritime, nautical, conventions.
Awfully striking lady robot waitresses felt their way, a few steps at a time, half-filled dishes carried in deep serving trays.
Fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and dining, I looked across where Muħammad bin Qāsim and his Hollywood heroine wife, Al Taufīq Al Fatimah, were entertaining Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim, Vikram Bachhalyā, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Pratāp Bachhalyā and Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah were also there with Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
With darkness, the faint mist that had been forming on the water thickened into fog, and as we sat down to dinner the hoarse fog whistle boomed out its eerie, unnerving, warning.
Thereafter at regular intervals through the meal the fog whistle served to remind us that we were on the water and a fog was settling down.
“Doesn’t look as though we’ll get back tonight.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah said.
“Wouldn’t you tackle it in a fog?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus enquired.
“Not unless I have to.” I pulled nude Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to me.
She laughed ecstatically and pushed her extremely glorious nude Musalmān bottom into my nude Hindu male lap.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smilingly deserted it for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
My Uncut Hindu Penis made a sound of ‘pluck’ as it came out of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s thirty two years old young Musalmān Cunt.
It was heavily anointed with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt juices.
As soon as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus positioned her immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt against the tip of my Uncut Hindu Penis and pushed, my thoroughly lubricated Uncut Hindu Penis immediately entered into Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs could not watch it.
He averted his eyes immediately.
“Slut,” he murmured to himself.
Yet, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had heard it.
She laughed humiliating Al Nadīm Al Quddūs immensely and started fucking me herself vigorously, energetically, dynamically, forcefully, and strongly.
I put my hands on her glamorous nude Musalmān waist.
Yet, it was not necessary.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus herself was vigilant enough that my Uncut Hindu Penis must never come out of her Musalmān Cunt entirely, and it must penetrate her Musalmān Cunt vigorously instead without any hindrance whatsoever it may be.*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was feeling himself immensely insulted.
But what could he do?
Even before his marriage with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, he knew she loved immense sex.
He thought he could provide him the same.
He was too confident of his manly potency living in extreme over confidence.
He was too obsessed with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s devastating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty that he thought he could make love to her till infinity.
Hell, he could not, practically ever.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus wanted more and more sex from him.
Her first husband had committed suicide due to intense shame he faced when he could not satisfy Al Safiyah Al Ghaus sexually.
Now, Durgesh is providing her even more sex than even Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could digest.
How crazy Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund getting into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She undressed herself while Durgesh was fucking his Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Why Al Safiyah Al Ghaus did so?
To seduce Durgesh herself.
And when Durgesh saw her nude Musalmān beauty and pulled Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to him, how ecstatically she laughed, positioned Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund herself between the ravenous quivering ever greedy lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
How ecstatically Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is pushing her ever magnificent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bottom to Durgesh’s ever sexy nude Hindu male lap.
She is swallowing Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund deepest every time she thrust back her bottom, into her extremely greedy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her eyes are brightest when Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
They lost their brightness as Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund left her Musalmān Choot.
But they were again brightest when Durgesh Uncut Hindu Lund is again deepest back into her still greedy still ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Suddenly he realized the persons were gathering in a wide circle around Durgesh and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, fucking Durgesh ravenously entirely unashamed of herself.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was horrified.
Everyone would ask who she is.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs would die of shame.*
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had said,
“Don’t trust the bitch. Fuck her and enjoy her beautiful body. But never trust the bitch. She’s a snob. Ever notice how it happens that people who have real background and breeding are considerate, tolerant, and broad-minded, while people who haven’t anything except money that they didn’t earn themselves, are intolerant? That’s my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, you fuck wildly, I guess.”
I tried to say something but Al Muħammad Al Qāsim raised his hand and stopped me.
“Listen to me, please; I’m your father in law too.”
I looked at him gravely.
“My entire daughters, except Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, love you. She loved Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and married him. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, has got about the nicest figure I’ve ever seen on a woman. And I’ve too seen lots of them.
“Never underestimate my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Durgesh. She uses her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body as her ever best weapon. When you fuck her she is the most capable and even having all the smartness you are less capable than her, because your Uncut Hindu Lund is inside her ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.”
“Sorry for using those words, but that’s it.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said bitterly, “That woman enjoys your Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, but it sharpens her brain.”
“You don’t believe me? Try to test what I’m telling you. The more you fuck my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, the sharper is her already ever smart brain. She made Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, to disinherit his own daughter when he was fucking the bitch. Never underestimate her, I repeat. She’s smart. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, is chain lightning! She’s got her eye on a big slice of money, and Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, hasn’t waked up yet, despite the fact that he has lost his daughter to me.
“That’s all right. Let him sleep. He has paid for a dream. As long as he’s enjoying the dream, why grab him by the shoulder and bring him back to the grim realities of existence?”*
I grabbed her waist and started fucking her myself too.
Her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was one of the perfect homes for my Uncut Hindu Penis.
After fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to my heart’s content, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was an extremely pleasant replacement to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Cunts were extremely ravenous for my Uncut Hindu Penis.
Yet, they both had their own individualities too.
I knew now why Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was so ravenous for me.
Neither of her Musalmān husbands could fuck her even properly.
Her vaginal grip around my Uncut Hindu Penis was almost virginal.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was penetrating her first time properly.
It was natural she loved me more now than either of her incompetent Musalmān husbands.
“You are my husband now, not Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, the impotent.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus whispered to me.
I smiled and kissed her on her beautiful lips.
“Thank you, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“It’s my pleasure, Durgesh darling.”
“Well,” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed suddenly, “you both are made for each other, doubtlessly. Nevertheless, I can’t stay all night.”
She glanced at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah too.
“Well,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed, “I don’t think we have much choice in the matter, Bājī.”
I smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Then still fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus vigorously, I assured Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, don’t worry. I’ve plenty of room. We can put everybody up nicely.”
“Look here,” Muħammad Ůsmān interrupted, “what’s the idea behind this thing? Almost all of us know very well that at this season of the year, there’s always fog and rain even, on this part of the sea.”
“Yet, you accepted the invitation.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Muħammad Ůsmān contemptuously.
“Not always,” Muħammad bin Qāsim interrupted hastily.
He was the one who accepted the invitation, not Muħammad Ůsmān.
Muħammad Ůsmān had only agreed to it.
“Don’t worry,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sarcastically, “after fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to his heart’s content, Durgesh would fuck you too. I’d request him to oblige you too.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah sympathized with him.
“Thank you. So, ultimately you are absolutely impotent now?”
I interrupted to stop the hot exchanges between Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and Muħammad Ůsmān.
“Well, Muħammad Ůsmān is right somewhat, Muħammad bin Qāsim. It’s not always, but it’s nearly always. However, Muħammad Ůsmān, I can get out the ship and put you ashore at a little town on a Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Island, about ten miles upstream. There’s an airline that will get you back to Ved Nagar.”
“That would be deuced uncomfortable.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Muħammad bin Qāsim is just recovering from a case of stomach trouble.”
“Food poisoning,” Muħammad bin Qāsim interrupted.
“Well,” I announced still pumping Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, now even more severely, “I’m not going to risk the safety of the ship and the convenience of the other guests. Muħammad Ůsmān, you can get in a launch and get an interurban if you want to.”
“I don’t want to.” Muħammad Ůsmān said furiously, “Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is still my wife. I can’t leave her behind for you to fuck her as if she is a slut, not my respected Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed and licked my Uncut Hindu Lund coming out of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“It’s very tasty. Muħammad Ůsmān, come on, taste for yourself.”
“Go to hell.” Muħammad Ůsmān shouted back to her.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at him.
“Sorry, Muħammad Ůsmān. You’ve to go alone there. I can’t and won’t accompany you ever now.”
Muħammad Ůsmān gritted his teeth.
“Muħammad Ůsmān,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “sit here and enjoy life. Durgesh, you said you have some champagne on ice?”
“I don’t talk business when I drink.” Muħammad bin Qāsim declared.
“All right,” still fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, I pulled Al Taufīq Al Fatimah too to me, squeezed her immensely rich Musalmān buttocks and kissed her on her red crimson lips, “Muħammad bin Qāsim, what’s your proposition?”
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Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54,
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39,
And Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, 20,
All the three were my practical wives while I was already sixty then.
Actually Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, had me first.
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl was her daughter in law actually.
And, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl was her granddaughter.
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, her Bahū Bégam, actually blackmailed her mother in law, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, was startled.
“What? You want to cheat my son, Aħmad Kamāl?”
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, smiled.
She didn’t say anything.
Only watched my legendary Uncut Hindu Penis vanishing into Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54,’s still ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, significantly, sarcastically.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl was furious.
“Don’t watch it like a she hawk. You are entirely twenty one years younger than Durgesh.”
There was intense venom and scorn in her voice, for her Bahū Bégam.
She never thought she was also enjoying me out of wedlock.
If it was moral why it was immoral that her daughter in law was watching her enjoying sex with me and not even ashamed of her act.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl expected respect from her Bahū Bégam still now.
She expected her Bahū Bégam, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, must respect her, even now, as she was respectful to her until now.
She must have respected her privacy with me.
Even if she had seen it, she must have ignored it and made a respectful exit from there.
Instead, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, was trying to blackmail her, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl?
Was Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl crazy?
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl could not bear it any more.
She ordered her Bahū Bégam, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, ultimately.
“Go away. Don’t you have etiquette enough, not to watch your mother in law in her intimate moments with her man?”
“I never watched you, Ammī, with Abbū, Muħammad Kamāl.” Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl said obediently and respectfully perfectly.
“Well, I said, ‘with my man’, not with my impotent husband’.”*
There was no more splashing, no more hanging against the side of the yacht.
Then there was the noise of confusion as doors opened and closed.
There was the sound of tense voices, hurrying feet.
“Did you scream?” I asked the stunning Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty I was holding in my arms.
“I went there myself hearing it.” she smiled disarmingly, but there wasn’t anyone.”
“Then what about the scream we heard?”
“Your security persons were there. They were talking of a young woman who thought someone was behind her. She screamed. The security persons found no one when they searched the vicinity.”
She was still playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis.
“Sorry, I’ve to have firsthand information from my security itself.”
She smiled at me seductively.
“Oh, sure. I understand. Go ahead.”
“Won’t you care to introduce yourself, if you don’t mind?” I smiled seductively myself.*
The stunning Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty smiled.
“I’m Al Zohrah Al Bittol.”
“Glad to meet you.”
“Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl is my Kħālājān. Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl is my Kħālāzād sister, my cousin actually.”
“I have a vague remembrance that I’ve seen you with Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl.”
“Thank you for remembering me.” She kept smiling, “May I get the honor of sucking the great Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis?”
“You are already playing with it. Go ahead. It’s not actually that I’m honoring you. It’s my pleasure instead. I’m being honored. Thank you.”*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“I’m honored. Thank you. The pleasure is certainly mine. You have really broken all the conventions. The parents are arranging now to gift your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis to their beloved Just Eighteen Just Adult daughters on their eighteenth birthday. Isn’t it a miracle? The husbands are arranging now to gift your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis to their beloved wives on their Shab-e-Ůrūsī, their Golden Night even, on anniversaries and other memorable events too to make them more memorable.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol unzipped me, brought my Uncut Hindu Prick out, kissed it respectfully, licked it and then swallowed entirely into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
My security was in action still now.
The deck was flooded with illumination now.
Yet, it did not stop Al Zohrah Al Bittol from sucking my Uncut Hindu Prick.
Instead, she was sucking it now more excited.
Was she an exhibitionist?
I could not decide.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl appeared there suddenly.
“Durgesh, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was on board.”
“What?” I was all alert suddenly.
“The stunning Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty that’s sucking you now so indebted, so gratefully, is actually one of the present four wives of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Her name is Al Zohrah Al Bittol.”
I watched Al Zohrah Al Bittol gravely now.
“She has told me her name.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol increased the speed of sucking my Uncut Hindu Penis.
“She can’t get away with it by only sucking your Uncut Hindu Penis.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl shouted, “Your new Musalmān girlfriend has killed her husband, do you knowwwwww?”*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol looked at me gravely.
“The Pseudo Musalmīn have framed me deliberately, Durgesh darling. Your so called innocent Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was actually helping them.”
“Shut up.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said coldly, “I know your story now. What the hell do you think? You stunning Musalmān Beauties, you stunning Musalmān houseladies, can get away with murders even, only because Durgesh loves to fuck you?”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol winked at her.
“You can’t arrest me, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.”
“Why? Because you are sucking Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked her sarcastically.
“Because I had already anticipated it. I’ve taken anticipatory bail already.”
“I know.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly, “Why the hell are you here on the deck?”
“Tut tut tut. Warn me first, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, that anything I may say may be used against me.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me angrily.
“She is already speaking your legal language. What the hell you do? As soon as they take your Uncut Hindu Penis in their hands and mouth they suddenly become unapproachable legally.”
“Give her your version of the events, Al Zohrah Al Bittol.”
Someone had thrown over a life preserver with a carbide canister attached.
A brilliant white light spread over the surface of the water.
It illuminated the life preserver, the water around the ship.
It threw against the heavy wall of fog a strange, distorted shadow of the ship running to the disputed island.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim were representing Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim telephoned me. He was extremely excited.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said, He said he needed his gun. He said it was on the top of the dresser. He requested me to bring the gun to him on the deck.”
“I see.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled sarcastically patiently.
“Where the hell from was he telephoning to you?”
“He said he was telephoning from the bow of the ship.”
“How can I? All I know what he said to me.”
“You had recognized his voice?”
“He was my husband. Wasn’t he? Can’t I recognize even my own husband’s voice?” Al Zohrah Al Bittol asked ACP Suraiyā Jamāl bitterly.
“That’s what I am asking you myself.”
“She is already biased against me, Durgesh. Don’t you see?”
“Al Zohrah Al Bittol is right, Suraiyā .” I said gravely, “You are a police officer. Act properly. If Al Zohrah Al Bittol can prove you act biased against her, you can be prosecuted for misusing your powers. She is too a taxpayer. You have to protect her civilian rights too.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me sarcastically.
“Al Zohrah Al Bittol is a Kħālāzād cousin of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, do you know?”*
I looked at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
“Suraiyā,” I said patiently, “How many times I have told you not to be prejudiced, even infinitesimally, against any one you suspect. You are not a judge, you are only a police officer. I’ve told you already, she has met me now. How can she tell me how many Kħālāzād, Māmūzād, Buāzād, Chachāzād etc. sisters she does have?”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl grimaced.
“Be blind deliberately as much as the damn you want to be, only because she is extremely beautiful and she is fucking you now herself to protect herself. I’m not a man, thanks, thanks God, Allah. She can’t blind me.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“She is jealous of me, Durgesh.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled bitterly.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim told you he was telephoning you from the bow of the ship?”
“He said it was a matter of life and death for him. I had to come fast with his revolver.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said, fucking me savagely now.
Her bottom was moving up and down on my Uncut Hindu Penis, taking it into her Musalmān Cunt every time when it was down.
“What did you do when he asked you to do so?”
“I jumped out of bed, grabbed the gun and didn’t even wait to put a robe on.”
“So that you can fuck Durgesh sooner to win him on your side?”
“So that I can save him before it’s too late, if it was really a matter of life and death for him.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said curtly.
“How nice of you.”
“That’s right.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said tersely, “How nice of me! Why the hell are you questioning me if you are so prejudiced against me already?”
“Oh, it’s routine, Umm-Al-Åālmīn.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl answered exaggerating her politeness ironically, “How lucky you are that you are extraordinary stunning. If you weren’t, you couldn’t have fucking Durgesh and I would have arrested you easily.”
“I sympathize with you, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.”
Suddenly, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s cellular phone rang.
“Yes, SP Zubaydah Bābar, Have you got the fingerprints report? Okay. That’s fine. Nice job, so fast. Congrats. Tell me what did you find? Any of the receivers had Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s fingerprints?”*
I felt a feminine palm on my arm.
I looked at her.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was still visiting the triumphant Musalmān Cunt of Al Zohrah Al Bittol vigorously.
It was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
She was dressed in pajamas and slippers, bundling a robe around her.
Yet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wasn’t alone.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was also with her.
I watched both of them.
They were more understanding than the rest of them.
Moreover, they both knew it was not actually the disputed island only that we were on this yacht now.
It was actually the excuse only.
The Pseudo Musalmīn were trying to make even Ved Nagar hot for Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had already ‘exiled’ him from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
She thought only Ved Nagar could protect her Abbū now from the ever crazy Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, criminals and/or criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn.
“What happened?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked.
“What do you know yourself? Tell me first.” I said gravely, “Then I’d tell you what I know, but you don’t.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me, ignoring that I was entirely nude now on my back, Al Zohrah Al Bittol was nude too entirely, she was straddling me and fucking me wildly.
It was routine in Ved Nagar, and in my daily life too.
“I heard someone shout ‘Man Overboard’ and a splash.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said.
“Did you hear a shot?” I asked.
“I heard an explosion of some sort.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, watching me prudently.
She could not believe it could happen on my ship, without any prior information to me.
What the hell was happening?
Was Durgesh himself playing a deep game to protect someone?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t be murdered in this way on Durgesh’s yacht.
Even an utmost foolish murderer would never do it, let it be any wife of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim himself.
She knew Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had especially consulted Durgesh about his utmost greedy relatives.
Was it Durgesh‘s strategy for Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to get rid of his ever greedy relatives?*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly.
“I knew you would advise him something like that.”
She was on her knees and I was fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus from her glorious behind.
I looked at her innocently.
“What the hell are you talking about, my extremely sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān love?”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was under constant surveillance of our Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement detectives.”
“And you think I didn’t know it?”
“If you knew it why all the strategy ab initio?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at me incredulously.
“You and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan were planning to declare Al Muħammad Al Qāsim legally incompetent to deal with his own money and assets. He has transferred all of them to his own legal heirs in his will already. He is dead now legally. You can’t get him declared incompetent now. He has gone underground.”
“I never knew you were so afraid of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and me.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed triumphantly.
I smiled ironically.
“You call it fear, I call it precaution.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at his extremely beautiful wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, scornfully.
His brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s money had converted her into an utmost greedy bitch.
He had proposed her to get a divorce from him.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had laughed at his proposal.
“You can’t get away from me, in this way, my dear husband.”
“I’m not your husband any more.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said curtly to her, “Durgesh is your practical husband now.”
“Almost entire Musalmān Beauties, almost entire Musalmān houseladies, fuck Durgesh/other capable Hindus extra martially, because their ever incurable ever religious Musalmān husbands can’t satisfy them sexually…”
“Bosh and nonsense.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs cut her short, “It’s not sex only you Musalmān Beauties, you Musalmān houseladies , are after Durgesh/Hindus for.”
“You want to get rid of our terrorists, criminals and/or criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn image too. You want to get rid of our backward image too. You want to get rid of our rigid adamant anti human image too.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs charged his ever shrewd wife scornfully.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled ironically.
“And we should never do it?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t answer this blunt question.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“Even if you are right, what’s wrong in it, if we Musalmān Beauties, we Musalmān houseladies, really do it? Shouldn’t we get rid of our backward image if we can get rid of it? Shouldn’t we get rid of our terrorists, criminals and/or criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn image too, if we can? Shouldn’t we get rid of our rigid adamant anti human image too, if we can? If you don’t want to get rid of these images, it’s alright with us. We are not compelling you to do it. Then why do you criticize us? Are we your slaves, not your Musalmān houseladies?”*
As soon as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said she had heard an ‘explosion of some sort’, I ordered,
“Rig up the searchlights.”
A man from the top of the pilothouse said,
“I’m getting it, sir.”
The canvas covers were ripped off the searchlights.
A moment later the arcs sputtered into brilliance.
The long shafts of light pushed themselves against the opalescent fog to be swallowed up in milky nothingness.
“Try the stern,” I said, “a little back of that life preserver.”
The searchlights swung out to play on the water around the flare that was attached to the life preserver.
A small boat splashed into the water.
There was the sound of oars and a boat rowed rapidly down the stream, then turned and came back against the current.
A man standing in the bow bent down, searching the water by the aid of a beam from a five cell hand flashlight.
“Let’s get everyone on deck. Find out if anyone’s missing as ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is claiming that Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is. Let’s confirm what’s actually happened.”
I turned at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Have you seen anyone else?”
“A man standing in the stern. I take it he was one of the crew.”
“Yes.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Al Zohrah Al Bittol significantly, “A woman running down the deck, clad in her night clothes.”
“Do you know her?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pointed at Al Zohrah Al Bittol.*
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Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“I’m destroying the Musalmīn and the Musalmīn are so foolish that they are calling me Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated.”
“Because you are using your Seven Movements to advertise your extraordinary spiritual capabilities among Musalmīn.” I smiled at her niftily, still fucking Amīnah Zahīr.
“And Musalmīn don’t understand it?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kept smiling.
“You are shrewd enough to understand the shortcomings of Musalmīn. Most of them are blindly superstitious, because they are Uneducated/Under Educated. The Uneducated/Under Educated Mullahs and Maulavīs oppose their modern education so that their followers may not abandon them. You are influencing the Mullahs and Maulavīs themselves.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan complaining.
“Bājī, I’ve myself seen you and your agents bribing these Mullahs and Maulavīs and other Musalmīn of influence.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched him curtly.
“The problem with Abbū Imām, Durgesh, you and other similar ideologists is, you always argue about means. You never see the practical impossibility of your ever Utopian suggestions.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled at me.
“Jījū, your utmost successful Practical Chief Wife is criticizing even you now.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Well, what’s wrong in criticizing him if he is wrong? He never claimed to be Omniscient.”
I smiled merely.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan continued to say.
“He himself admits no one is Omniscient except Allah Rabbil Åālmīn. He knows so many things more than we do. He has experienced so many incidences than we have. Naturally he understands so many things more than we do, and more deeply too. But that’s all. That’s the limit of your Jījū too. Beyond that he too assesses everything. And his assessment may be wrong too as well as it may be right. Am I right, my love?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at me.
“Right.” I smiled, “Sorry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, I’m too a human being. Even my assessments may be wrong. I too don’t, and can’t, know everything.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“The difference between Abbū Imām and Durgesh is that Abbū Imām is an ideologist only, while Durgesh is a Practical Ideologist. Abbū Imām can dream better but as he is far more behind than Durgesh in both knowledge and experiences, he doesn’t know how to make his dreams true optimum as Durgesh does.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand beamed at me with immense pride.
“But,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled unwearyingly, “similarly Durgesh isn’t a woman, is he?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand laughed.
“Jījū is the Absolute Man.”
“Yet, not a woman.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan repeated insistently.
“Therefore he can’t understand what we womankind need actually as optimum as I can.”
“Bājī,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand protested.
“There are so many things, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, that we womankind never tell even our life partners.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at me.
I was grave now.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, you believe your Jījū more than you believe your Bājī, don’t you?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand watched her gravely.
“My morals are more identical with Jījū, Bājī. I never hide it from anyone.”
“You, your Jījū, Abbū Imām, you all never try to understand how to get Pseudo Musalmīn votes. The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually the most confused persons in the Multiverse.”
“I see.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely.
“The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually always the pendulums between True Islam and Pseudo Islam.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr interrupted.
“The police has told me that it isn’t established beyond doubt that the victim of the murderer is Colonel Åbdul Raħmān.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ironically.
“The police is playing a deep game so that Ved Nagar can’t be held politically responsible for the murder of one of my Commandos. It’s only a razzle dazzle. Both the nations India and Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat do understand they don’t want to antagonize Ved Nagar. They can’t afford it.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr laughed.
“Ved Nagar can do anything?”
“Almost anything.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly.
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr looked at Amīnah Zahīr.
“I’m unable to understand, my lady, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat is smiling triumphantly however her reliable commando is murdered. The police say they can’t establish beyond doubt that the body is really that of Colonel Åbdul Raħmān. She has deputed Colonel Åbdul Raħmān on some secret mission and Ved Nagar administration itself has helped her, Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat actually.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr, you are promoted to be the leader of Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn. Congratulations. You really understand what we do more efficiently than the rest of you.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr bowed half to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, respectfully.
“Shukriyah, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated.”
Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
“Bājī, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated, I own a ranch in Nevada as well as I own a ranch here at Ved Nagar too, both with Durgesh, of course, as you yourself own each and every property you have, with Durgesh, yourself, everywhere, even in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. It’s rather a large holding. Durgesh likes it. I like to live there with Durgesh. Durgesh loves Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān houseladies especially. There’s a guest ranch, a so called dude ranch, adjoining our property in Nevada. I find some of the guests women who stay there are rather interesting. It’s unfortunate that they find Durgesh more interesting rather than me.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sensitively.
Amīnah Zahīr only kept smiling respectfully.
“As you can well judge yourself, Bājī, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, many of these guest Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān houseladies, are not there simply because they like the idea of recreation on a guest ranch in Nevada. They are there because they want to establish a six weeks’ residence in order to get a divorce.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand watched his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim gravely.*
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim winked at her husband impishly.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand averted his eyes hastily to look at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, me and Muħammad bin Qāsim whether anyone of us has noticed it.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was not backward, yet he was relatively more sophisticated than his ever impish ever naughty wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand respected Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and me both more.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, instead, always teased both of us.
She was my Sālī after all, my sister in law.
Amīnah Zahīr joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan this time in smiling cunningly as well.
“I am frank to admit that most of those Musalmān Beauties, those Musalmān houseladies, take interest in Durgesh usually, naturally.”
“Naturally?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim nudged me.
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim!” I admonished her.
“Sure,” Amīnah Zahīr said, “yet we can’t blame them. They are there for divorce. It’s obvious they are separated from their husbands already. Consequently, missing sex and a loving masculine attention already for a relatively long time. When they find even Durgesh is available to them, well, they start to enjoy sex with Durgesh sooner or later.”
“Every one of them?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim teased us impishly.
“Almost every one of them.” Amīnah Zahīr smiled sophisticatedly, “Usually, I mean, of course.”
“Of course.” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim’s impish eyes twinkled conspicuously.
Amīnah Zahīr winked at Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim and continued.
“The women who sever their domestic ties go to a state where they have no friends. They find themselves, usually for the first time in years, entirely on their own. They are apt to be lonesome, naturally. Consequently, apt to be seeking companionship too with as powerful a man as they can get. I happen to have a ranch that is accessible. Durgesh happens to be available as an utmost caring, utmost lovable, utmost loyal, utmost reliable, masculine friend. Why the hell they don’t take the advantage of the opportunity?”
“I agree with you, Amīnah Zahīr.” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim smiled cunningly.*
Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
“I had always lived on my ranch and enjoyed it until Al Samīnah Al Qāsim came to Nevada, to establish a residence on this adjoining dude ranch. She liked Durgesh and enjoyed more sex with Durgesh than she had enjoyed with even Abbū Imām, her husband. Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was a very determined and a very resourceful woman. She had a very definite plan of operation. We became very good friends gradually. Yet, I had long been for the right sort of investment here in Ved Nagar. Who doesn’t now, if s/he is capable? My real estate broker found this place. It was offered at what I considered a bargain as price go these days. I talked with Durgesh. Durgesh approved my decision. I told my dealer to close the deal without letting the owners even suspect that Durgesh was too involved anywhere. It would have caused the price to go to the sky. The deal was closed very quietly keeping the news as far as possible out of media.
“When our dealer had the property all in escrow, I simply slipped from my ranch in Nevada. Durgesh told Al Samīnah Al Qāsim that I had been called away very suddenly on business that would keep me out of state for some time. I would get in touch with Al Samīnah Al Qāsim as an opportunity presented itself. In the meantime I was working on a deal that was so confidential I couldn’t take any chance of having any slip.
“Durgesh and I jumped in our own private plane and flew to Denver. We had to stop for a few hours at our Denver branch office of HVSI Group of Companies, then flew for Ved Nagar. We picked up a new automobile that had been ready for delivery to our order, and came here to this place.
“I was very careful not to let Al Samīnah Al Qāsim know where I was. Durgesh was already available to her in his another body. Why the hell she had to pay any attention to what the damn I was doing? When Durgesh is available himself, the all a Musalmān Beauty, the all a Musalmān houselady is interested ever is undress Durgesh completely, undress herself completely, and enjoy sex with Durgesh as much as she can.”
Amīnah Zahīr was smiling cunningly now.
It was not easy for Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand to believe a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty could be that cunning.
His Bājī, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was really transforming the Musalmān Beauties, the Musalmān houseladies, miraculously.
Actually, his Bājī, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was herself a miracle after the greater miracle, Durgesh.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī was following Durgesh step by step very adroitly.
Moreover, she knew very well, very meticulously, where to deviate from Durgesh to transform Musalmān Beauties and extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies to use them optimum for establishing her dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
It was a miracle the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, criminals/criminal minded Musalmīn were being cuckolded fastest under her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī knew very well how to deal with the bastards.
Now, almost the entire global media even is acknowledging her ever great achievements.
It’s being written and discussed now surreptitiously that the Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had effectively decreased the terrorist and criminal activities of Pseudo Musalmīn, even though the movements are in themselves not as humane as they should have been.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has laughed.
“Humanity with the animals who never respect any human life except that of Pseudo Musalmīn? Never. I’ll cuckold every one of them, bastards. I’m not Durgesh. They are enjoying Durgesh’s so called humanity on the cost of innocent persons’ very life. I’m Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I have my own definition of humanity. Cuckold the bastards who never respect human life if it’s not a Pseudo Musalmān.” *
Amīnah Zahīr was grave now.
“The information that Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was in Ved Nagar comes out as a distinct surprise to me. She did not come here, however, last night or any other time to have the gasoline tank of her automobile filled. I haven’t seen her since I left Nevada. She is a very lovable woman, however. I happen to know that, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim, however, had a deep seated fear of her husband, Abbū Imām. She was planning something. I don’t know exactly what it was but I do know that Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was very much afraid of what her husband, Abbū Imām, would do when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim started to put her plan into execution.
“There are some things, however, I won’t like to say here in the presence of witnesses. But Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was talking of a picture, Abbū Imām and Durgesh’s yacht.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was suddenly all alert now.
“How do you know Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was talking of Durgesh Jījū’s yacht? I think it was another yacht that belongs to Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim. My wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, knows about it more, I think.”*
Out on deck, on my ‘yacht’, I found the fog had thickened until it was impossible to see more than a few feet in any direction.
The ship was facing upstream now.
Standing up there, I could hear the sullen gurgle of cold water as the current swirled around the anchor chain.
Confidently, thoughtfully, I moved aft, reached the stem of the vessel.
I saw a member of the crew.
He appeared to me to be so.
I didn’t know him personally.
Neither it was possible for me to know everyone personally who was in my staff.
I had a large staff even on this ship.
He was bundled up in a heavy mackinaw.
Standing motionless, I thought he must have been a night watchman.
If my assumption was correct he hadn’t to care anything for the guests.
He had only to wait simply the night out, standing there as still as a statue.
I walked back again toward I came from.
Suddenly, I stumbled over a piece of rope.
I couldn’t kick it to one side.
It must not be there.
Hell, the security must be instructed to find out and inform me why it was there.
The security in charge regretted the incidence and promised me to find out immediately.
I walked back to a position amidships on the starboard side.
I stood there for some ten minutes lost in thought.
I was aroused suddenly.
It was a sudden stabbing sound of a woman’s shrill scream, from the vicinity of the bow.
A sharp report followed almost instantly by a peculiar series of muffled splashes.
I looked to the stem.
The man who had been on duty as watchman was no longer there.
It was possible he had run to the bow, keeping to the port side.
Was he really a watchman?
Now I doubted even it.
I turned to dash back toward the bow.
I heard the soft patter of hurrying feet and then, almost without warning, a figure, walking confidently down the deck, collided with me.
I felt the soft touch of damp silk.
My nostrils caught the faint scent of perfume.
I realized the woman I was holding in my arms was stunning, confident and definitely not in panic, even infinitesimally.*
My first assessment was that she was the woman who screamed.
She was the woman the soft patter of whose hurrying feet I had heard.
But the stunning Beauty I was holding in my arms was neither hurrying, nor she was in any condition so that I could say she was the woman who screamed.
It was a sudden stabbing sound of a woman’s shrill scream, from the vicinity of the bow.
I couldn’t forget it.
I could feel the pumping of her heart, the tension of her muscles.
Her hand moved and inadvertently it touched my ever sensitive rising Uncut Hindu Penis.
Yet I was suddenly all alert.
I had caught the glint of faintly reflected light from some metallic object.
I realized immediately she was carrying a gun.
From up near the bow I was expecting the cry that was so ominous to seamen the world over.
‘Man overboard. MAN OVERRR-BOARD!!’
But no, it wasn’t there.
Nevertheless, from the sea, there came a series of thumping noises against the side of the ship.
It seemed that some struggling kicking object was swept past by the current on the side of the ship opposite to that where I was standing.*
There followed an instant of silence.
The extremely stunning Beauty in my arms had deliberately grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis now.
She was even playing with it now, even more confidently than she came into my arms colliding with me.
It was my ship.
I owned it.
But I didn’t know who this dazzling Beauty was.
She was anywhere around twenty eight.
The most she could be, thirty, not more.
Her build, body and behavior was telling me that she herself was too a Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.
Her frankness was telling me, she belonged to one of the ever notorious Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
I didn’t know why I had a feeling now that I had seen her with Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl.
She resembled Åābidah Ibrār Ålvī very much.
Yet, I could not place her still now.
Then I suddenly placed her.
I hadn’t seen her with Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl.
I had seen her with Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl instead.
She was present when I kicked Muħammad Kamāl and Aħmad Kamāl both out of their own house, claiming that Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, and Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, 20, were, all the three, my wives now.
She was standing there enjoying the incidence very much.
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Sun sparkled from the crested tops of restless waves.
I paced the deck, enjoying fresh air and the mild sunlight through clouds.
My hands were thrust deep in the pockets of a double breasted coat.
My rubber soled shoes trod lightly along the teakwood deck.
The cold breeze tried to ruffle my ever black hair unsuccessfully.
The heavy door from the forward social hall was pushed open one inch or two.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shouldered it open.
She stood there with wind whipped skirts.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stepped across the high threshold.
Both of them released the door.
The wind pushed it against the automatic door check.
I walked behind both of them.
“Ship Ahoy!” I called.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Samīnah Al Qāsim, both turned to me.
“The other side is less windy.” I smiled at both of them.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan nodded.
The cold wind was blowing the tendrils of hair across her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān face.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan introduced us, “this is Durgesh, my husband, and the Hindu husband of us entire extremely striking Musalmān Beauties, if you don’t mind my bluntness.”
“Naåīmah,” I admonished Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan somewhat curtly, “behave yourself, you stupid.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim smiled at me.
“It’s alright. I never mind. Most of us extremely attractive Musalmān Beauties, rather, never mind your titles related to us, actually. We think they are in fact compliments to us Musalmān Beauties instead.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.
“Now, come on. You Hindu scoundrel, the ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties, we both are starving to death.”
“Let’s go, my extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives.”
With an extremely attractive Musalmān Beauty on each of my Hindu male arm, I started forward along the deck.
They were playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis impishly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had unzipped me and had brought it out.
With every female treatment of both the extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauties my Uncut Hindu Penis was extending and growing in their fists violently.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was playing with it rather shyly somewhat, but Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not ashamed of it even a bit.
Rounding the bow, the wind pushed us down the sloping incline, into the lee of the deck.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim put her hair back into place, laughed, and said,
“That’s what’s known as wind blown job. I’ve been hearing a lot about you, Durgesh.”
“Most of my extremely beautiful Musalmān women friends are already enjoying your Hindu sex kicks.”
“They say you’re unique in love and lovemaking both.”
“Tell them my numerous thanks.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim faced me with laughing, dark eyes, full red lips, parted to reveal teeth that glinted as whitecaps in the sun.
The silk blouse, open at the neck, disclosed the sweep of her tremendously lovely Musalmān throat, the rounded curve of her firm breasts.
“Durgesh darling, I saw you and my Ammī fucking and talking last night. I bet Ammī told you all about the family mystery.”*
I looked at Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
“Sure. Don’t try to act innocent.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan flashed me a quick glance,
“What’s the family mystery, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?”
“The disappearance of my portrait. Ammī packed my autographed picture in Abbū’s bag. She locked the bag carefully. When they unpacked, my picture was gone from the frame. Someone had inserted one of Zāherah Ħusayn instead, the Pakistani Musalmān heroine that worked in Indian movies too. I resemble her to the extent as if we both are twin sisters. Now, what do you know about that?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan glanced reproachfully at me.
“I know nothing about it. What does your Ammī think about it? If she has talked with Durgesh about it, we can…”
“That’s the point. Ammī is making it darkly mysterious. Well, don’t deprive her of her thrill. If Ammī tells you about it, act as if you didn’t know anything before Ammī told you it.”
“You are sure Durgesh and your Ammī were fucking when they were talking?”
“I watched them myself.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim said curtly, “My Ammī was on her knees and our Durgesh darling was fucking her from her glorious behind. You say Durgesh is thirty four, why the hell then he is interested in my Ammī more than me?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched me furiously.
“He loves big heavy female Musalmān buttocks filling his nude Hindu male lap when he fucks us, damn it.”
“She does not take it seriously.” I smiled.
“Me?” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis more, to make me suffer from pain somewhat.
She raised her chin and laughed into my face.
“My parents think I never take anything seriously—life, liberty, or the pursuit of love. I’m the flippant younger generation. Hell, they never suspect it’s my act only. I’m immensely serious about everything.”
“And how about your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim? How does he take it?”*
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis significantly.
Despite her tremendous efforts to act as if my Uncut Hindu Penis was not the first she was playing with, her inherent shyness and enormously hidden nervousness were constantly telling me I was the ever first man in her life she was enjoying even the foreplay with.
I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan disapprovingly.
Why the hell Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan doesn’t understand?
Her Seven Movements had upset the normal life of almost everyone, almost entire humankind.
“Oh, Abbū takes it right in his stride.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim said, “He is a Thinker, carries the Multiverse on his shoulders. Despite the fact that you are the ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties, Abbū thinks you are Imām Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām .”
“Well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said innocently, “I think…”
“You don’t think, you never think.” I said coldly, “You just fix a target and conspire to achieve it.”
“My dear ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly, “it takes a deep thinking even to conspire.”
“Shame on you.”
“Let it be. I damn care.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me, entirely unashamed of herself, “You mankind think every shame is for us womankind only. I refuse to obey your ever selfish decisions. Why the hell should we womankind obey you mankind? After all we womankind are infinitely more in numbers than you mankind are. In Democracy…”
“Oh shut up,” I said, “I’m fed up of your communal philosophies. You think every Musalmān male is a terrorist or a potential terrorist at least. But the Musalmān Beauties are neither. Every Hindu male is a born democrat, and…”
“Prove me wrong.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan challenged me.*
I smiled curtly.
“As if I haven’t already every now and then.”
“Never.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said shamelessly, “You have only argued every time.”
I squeezed her buttocks.
“Sālī, ‘Ūnŧh ré ūnŧh, térī kaun sī kal sīdhī’?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into Al Samīnah Al Qāsim’s heretofore virgin mouth.
I felt embarrassed.
But to my surprise, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim kissed it lovingly, licked it and then started to suck it ravenously.
“I’ll be damned.” I murmured to myself.
“Enjoying it?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked Al Samīnah Al Qāsim impishly.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim nodded, brought my Uncut Hindu Prick out of her mouth and said.
“My Ammī was not the first I saw Durgesh fucking.”
“Allah Allah! I never thought you were so veteran a voyeur.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
“A virgin is a voyeur mostly.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her step Ammī cunningly.
“Ammījān, I think you are right. I was also a veteran voyeur until I seduced Durgesh.”
Both of them laughed.
“You were telling me about your Abbū.” I reminded Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.*
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim smiled.
“Only occasionally can I get Abbū to set it down long enough to play with me.”
I squeezed her breasts.
“Sālī, that doesn’t answer my question.”
“You can’t call me Sālī, your sister in law. I’m your Ammī in law, your mother in law instead. Don’t forget Imām Muħammad Ħasan is still my husband.”
“Ex-husband.” I reminded Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
I watched her dubiously.
Was she still married to Imām Muħammad Ħasan?
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is guiding and patronizing her?
But how the hell could it be?
Imām Muħammad Ħasan still has four duly legal Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Yes, he doesn’t touch them anymore.
I fuck all of them instead.
But they are still his wives legally.
Is Al Samīnah Al Qāsim playing some deep game with Imām Muħammad Ħasan?
If Al Samīnah Al Qāsim hasn’t divorced Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim is his fifth legal duly married wife.
Does Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan know it?
Has she planned deliberately to exile Imām Muħammad Ħasan from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat to protect him from Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?
I was more vigilant now of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Samīnah Al Qāsim both.*
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr smiled patronizingly.
“Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was a commando. Wasn’t he?”
“What the hell do you mean?” Muħammad bin Qāsim grimaced, “Commandos can’t be murdered?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, and even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled sophisticatedly, yet patronizingly at Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.
“I suppose,” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr said, “all this is just a conversational background, a barrage, a bombardment, of words. They are trying to get us to commit ourselves. Umm-al-Åālmīn, I’m quite certain either Umm-al-Åālmīn Al Samīnah Al Qāsim is playing some deeper game, or Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Umm-al-Åālmīn, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself has planned it. Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was her commando. It wasn’t easy to murder him.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, and even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled again.
“I’m not Allah Rabbil Åālmīn, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Yet you are Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā herself reincarnated. Aren’t you?”
“Sure,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “nevertheless, not Allah Rabbil Åālmīn.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Her worst critics claim Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is following her Hindu Live in relationship partner’s every step. What Durgesh Jījū has done Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī would also do action by action. You can’t win her, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.”*
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was now on her knees.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was visiting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt now.
“Once a barrister always a barrister. Are you cross examining me now, my Hindu Love?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling watching my still growing Uncut Hindu Cock penetrating the glorious glamorous Musalmān Cunt of Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
Despite my constant efforts to avoid them, Jet Musalmān Beauties were still constantly succeeding in winning my Uncut Hindu Penis for their ever aggressive ever feminist Musalmān Cunts.
It was necessary.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
It was the only solution to stop the kidnapping, smuggling and selling of Musalmān Beauties.
Only Hindu husbands/Live in relationship Partners could be trusted.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both wanted to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Yet, none of them could have the courage enough to say it openly.
Not only Musalmīn, even Durgesh was against it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used it to win Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both despite my opposition.
She made it a movement.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim,” I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of her glorious Musalmān Cunt until only its head remained inside, “what does your father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, say about it? What are your own theories incidentally?”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim shook her head.
She waited a few minutes for me to push my Uncut Hindu Cock back into her ravenous Musalmān Cunt, but when she saw I was concentrating somewhere else instead of on fucking her optimum, she felt her extraordinary Musalmān beauty insulted.
“Hey, where the hell are you concentrating? Give me that back.”
“Your legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. Push it back into me. Will you?”
“You must be. I would never forgive you if you ever do it again. Once out, I want it into me back, immediately. Do you understand?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Does he do it with you too?” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and answered my question as well, “I don’t have theories. I’m too young. Moreover, I’m a practical woman rather. I never dream of anything. I march ahead instead, and get it practically, as I’m going to do now.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim pushed her own gorgeous glorious Saåūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back into my nude Hindu male lap and swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt deepest, “I love it deepest, my dear.”
“Abbū Imām liked your aggressive sex?” I smiled fucking her somewhat more vigorously now.
“Never. He is too a damn fool Musalmān.”
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim Ammī.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan protested disapprovingly.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, my dear immensely successful daughter. I’m with you, because you are running your Seven Movements, you have vowed taking Al Qur’an Al Karim in your pious hand to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. That’s what these damn fool Musalmīn need. Replace them with Hindus for ever and forget the bastards.”
“You ever communal bitches,” I said curtly, “always thinking with your ever ravenous Musalmān Cunts instead of with your brains.”
“No Musalmān bastard is here to appreciate you.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim too smiled curtly, “I know you adopt this attitude to please your Musalmān fathers in law and your Musalmān brothers in law. They don’t have any power now. They are cuckolded to you and us, their Musalmān houseladies.”
“You are helping their enemies. Have you ever thought of it?”
“Qāzī jī dublé kyon? Shahar kā andéshah. Why the hell you always think of others, instead of yourself and us? Enjoy our extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bodies, you stupid.”*
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.
“You have a telephone over there in the corner. Just ring the Ved Nagar police and ask them if a Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was murdered at an early hour this morning.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr promptly crossed over to the telephone, smiled sharply and said,
“That’s a very nice bluff you’re running. We won’t let it work however. I’m going to call you cold right now. Whenever someone makes a pass at me I call him/her then and there ineludibly.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr picked up the receiver.
“I want the police station, please,”
Then, after a moment, he said,
“Can you kindly tell me whether a Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was murdered this morning somewhere near Oceanside, Ved Nagar?… Never mind who this is. I’m simply asking a question…Well, let’s put it this way. I might be a witness in case there’s anything to it…”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr held the receiver in silence for several seconds.
Amīnah Zahīr was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick into her teen Musalmān Cunt in the meantime, smiling smartly.
She was herself fucking me now.
I stood still there on my knees behind Amīnah Zahīr.
Entirely nude Amīnah Zahīr was herself making the back forth and again back movements ruthlessly.
When it came out to sex, Amīnah Zahīr was almost an female animal with me.
It was rare I fucked her.
Mostly Amīnah Zahīr fucked me herself.
And that even almost most savagely usually.
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr suddenly said in the mouthpiece,
Then he slammed the receiver back into place.
He turned and faced his audience.
Then he started pacing the floor.
His eyes were half slit in thoughts.
He pushed his hands down deep in the side pockets of his double breasted coat.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim were watching him patiently, yet with a smirk.
Abruptly, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr turned, standing with his back to the wall.
“All right,” he said, “I’m security in charge here. Ms. Amīnah Zahīr is not a nobody. She virtually owns our Kħilāfat Movement. She is one of the most important sponsors to our cause.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled contemptuously.
“Oh sure, I happen to know all of your bloody movement. What’s it? You are fighting for establishing a Triple Society, a Threesome Society actually. Musalmān wife, Hindu lover and thoroughly Cuckold Musalmān husband. Shame on you. You call it a Kħilāfat Movement? I’m surprised. Ms. Amīnah Zahīr is one of your most important sponsors, not because she and the other similar sponsors are sympathetic to you. They want you cuckolded. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is running Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Movement. Your Triple Society is helping her cause. Jījū is against it because Jījū is against the humiliation of any human being whosoever the hell s/he is. Why the hell don’t you understand? Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is revenging what you Pseudo Musalmīn have done with Musalmān womankind. That’s why her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, is against her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah despite his exile from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr raised his right hand.
“I know you want to argue against our Kħilāfat Movement and even Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah as well. Imām Muħammad Ħasan has invited us to a Grand Meeting on the ‘Yacht’ of your Jījū. We have accepted the invitation. It’s not the proper place to discuss these utmost important political crises.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at me helplessly.
“Your Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is destroying the Musalmīn completely, either under this disguise or that. She is taking advantage of each and every superstition of Pseudo Musalmīn. I’d told you, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, already.”*
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Amīnah Zahīr watched Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand gravely.
“I appreciate your manly vigor, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“Thank you, Umm Al Åālmīn.”
“You are watching my live in relationship with Durgesh yourself personally, yet you are accusing me so bravely.”
“Durgesh never approved of the Cuckold Your Musalmān husband movement of Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself. ” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled sophisticatedly, “Did he?”
“What do you mean?”
“Durgesh never approved of the ‘Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club’ movement of Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan too. ” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled sophisticatedly again, “Did he?”
Amīnah Zahīr laughed.
“Naåīmah Bājī, he thinks Durgesh is right and you are wrong.”
“That’s right,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled triumphantly, “Durgesh Jījū and Naåīmah Bājī love each other and they are husband and wife now, despite their thirty two years age difference. Naåīmah Bājī is furious to Musalmān terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn. She wants them Cuckolds and humiliated immensely until they aren’t True Musalmīn. Durgesh Jījū hates such an attitude even to the Musalmān terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn.”
“And you think Durgesh is right and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is wrong?” Amīnah Zahīr watched Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand scornfully.
“Is there anything wrong in it?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled patronizingly.
Amīnah Zahīr blurted.
“You are right, Naåīmah Bājī. You are always right. Even Hindus are not with us.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled serenely.
“Control yourself, Amīnah Zahīr. Despite it, we are using Hindus successfully to establish our Dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Aren’t we?”*
In previous years the exceptionally attractive ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives had tanned topless, however this year, Rukħsānah Aslam felt odd, being the only wife there, so she left the top on.
Imrān Waħīd and I were talking.
Imrān Waħīd was drinking beer in the boat’s cockpit, while I was giving him company with drinking juice.
We had been friends for over fifteen years.
Our wives had been college roommates and were also close friends.
I was especially watchful as my friend’s extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān wife undid her top to keep from getting tan lines on her back.
Since Rukħsānah Aslam was lying with her head toward the cockpit, I enjoyed talking to her because she had to raise her head slightly to answer and usually showed some cleavage.
On one occasion, when she raised up a little higher than necessary, I thought I saw a nipple.
I was already enjoying the trip.
It was early September.
We were making our annual sail from North Carolina to the Bahamas, where we would leave the boat for the winter.
Usually there were four of us, but this year, due to a work related issue, my ‘wife’, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was not able to come with us.
Rukħsānah Aslam felt a relief when she heard Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t accompanying us this time.
Despite the fact that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was her childhood friend, Rukħsānah Aslam always hated Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ever-dominant nature.
Wasn’t it a fact that Rukħsānah Aslam was actually jealous of her miraculously utmost successful childhood friend, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?*
Rukħsānah Aslam must be at least sincere to herself.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never hid the fact from anyone that she loved Durgesh madly despite I was thirty-two years older than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Rukħsānah Aslam never wanted to be one of my women despite my immense success in almost every field.
Rukħsānah Aslam hated Hindus.
“If you keep on your friendship with that immensely dirty sex maniac Hindu multi zillionaire, Durgesh, Imrān Waħīd, you would soon find your every beautiful Musalmān houselady is being fucked by him, including me too.”
“Nonsense, Rukħsānah Aslam. Durgesh is the ever best friend we Musalmīn do have.” Imrān Waħīd was immensely angry with his wife, “Stop being jealous to your childhood friend Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. She offered Durgesh to you too, but it was you…”
“I hate that Hindu sex maniac.” Rukħsānah Aslam flared at her extremely damn fool Musalmān husband.
Imrān Waħīd smiled.
“Well, your sisters, your cousins, your Bhābhījāns and even your friends love my immensely successful Hindu friend, Durgesh. Don’t they?”
“They are crazy for his money.” Rukħsānah Aslam said scornfully.
“And why the hell shouldn’t they be?” Imrān Waħīd smiled teasing Rukħsānah Aslam.
“Sex should never be for money. It’s prostitution.”
“So you think all your sisters, your cousins, your Bhābhījāns and even your friends are prostitutes because they have sex with my friend, Durgesh, for his money?”
“Well, aren’t they, at least somewhat?”
“Imrān Waħīd, I am surprised.”
“Your sisters, your cousins, your Bhābhījāns and even your friends are not alone who enjoy sex with Durgesh. Most of the Musalmān Beauties I know enjoy sex with Durgesh.”
“And you are proud of it?”
“Come out of your ever harmful communalism, Rukħsānah Aslam.” Imrān Waħīd said scornfully, “It has always harmed us Musalmīn too much.”*
Amīnah Zahīr smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She was now on her knees.
I was fucking Amīnah Zahīr now from her glorious teen behind.
“I’m doubtful, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, whether we actually establish our Dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“Nonsense, Durgesh has to be with us. The entire Vedic Monotheist Hindus are with us. Even the traditional Hindus are with us.”
“But the Brāhmañ Beauties are opposing us, the Savarñ Beauties are opposing us.” Amīnah Zahīr looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gravely.
“The Brāhmañ Beauties want Bachhalyās and the Savarñ Beauties want Vedic Monotheist Hindus who were born Dalits, the downtroddens. That’s what Kr’ñvanto Vishvamāryam, Dharm Santānam, Dharm Sansthñpan for them.”
“What do you mean?”
“Only the Brāhmañ Beauties and Savarñ Beauties could be managed. A large number of them is already with us. They haven’t any problem with our Dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
Amīnah Zahīr looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan incredulously.
She changed the subject abruptly.
Looked at Pranav Yogendr Divyanand,
“So you say I knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?”
“Sure. Haven’t you?”
“That’s what I said.”
“I was quite friendly with Al Samīnah Al Qāsim? I talked her out of getting a divorce from her husband. Told her that if she’d sit tight and let her husband think she’d secured a divorce, then when Imām Muħammad Ħasan had found some other interest he could be made to pay a lot of money for a settlement?”
“That’s what I say.”
“Have you heard of something called defamation of character?”
“If you can’t prove what you are claiming that’s what you have to face.”
“I can prove it.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled disarmingly.
There was a silence for several seconds.
Amīnah Zahīr kept her teenager big yet heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks thrusting into my nude Hindu lap.
My legendary Uncut Hindu Cock kept vanishing into Amīnah Zahīr’s teen tiny Musalmān Cunt to my balls, coming out until only its head remained inside and then again buried deepest unto my balls.
Amīnah Zahīr was enjoying our lovemaking enormously.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand continued to say,
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim came down to Ved Nagar on the pretext that her husband, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was here. It was an early hour this morning. She stopped in here and had her gasoline tank filled. In the meantime when her gasoline tank was being filled, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim enjoyed sex with Jījū.”
“Why?” Amīnah Zahīr asked sarcastically, “Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt was tighter than even my teenager Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt? Or, you think Durgesh is fed up of me at my so early teen age?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Amīnah Zahīr patiently.
“Jījū never enjoyed you Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties. He enjoys the Musalmān Beauties of his own age more.”
“Nonsense, you mean Durgesh is not enjoying lovemaking with me? Only I am enjoying his Uncut Hindu Cock in my teenager Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt?”
“If not, why the Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh movement is there?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled sharply, “Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped in here and had her gasoline tank filled. Jījū filled her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tank too with his Hindu Vīrý. I don’t know what Al Samīnah Al Qāsim told you, or what you told her. Nevertheless I do know when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim started from here she was immensely satisfied sexually, physically and emotionally. Her bodyguard was with her. Ǻbdul Raħmān was not an ordinary bodyguard. He was a colonel in Her Excellency Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s personal secret service. Colonel Ǻbdul Raħmān was a Commando. He drove down the road about two miles, stopped her limousine in a parking place off by the side of the road and was murdered.”*
I had been with Pārvatī Pāŧhak and Shiv Shankar Sharmā for two days now.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak and Shiv Shankar Sharmā prepared for bed.
They compared notes, and agreed I needed their help..
“That little fucking Musalmān bitches,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak finally stammered, using a rare invective referring to my Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends. “They totally screw with his mind.”
“Well, it isn’t just his Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends. I mean, they are just being their usual self. Most guys would have been able to shrug it off after a while. But his Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends are his first and almost only love, so they have a disproportionate impact on Durgesh.”
“What do you mean only love? I mean, sure, they make love with Durgesh, but Durgesh is, what, 34, he must have had some other significant relationships.”
“I don’t think so. I mean, he and I have been friends for a long Time, and I don’t remember him really dating anyone else mostly other than needy Musalmān Beauties. For all I know, the Musalmān Beauties might literally be only women he ever slept with happily.”
“Hey Bhagvān, what an impression he must have of other women.”
“Well, it’s not as if he doesn’t know any better. I know he thinks the world of you. Moreover, he’s a smart guy. Nevertheless, yeah, emotionally, Durgesh is almost a cripple except with ever ravenous Musalmān Beauties because he almost never dated other women much. In addition, he built up this notion in his mind about how great it would be when he was with other women. I mean, I hate to psychoanalyze a friend, but there it is. Durgesh needs to be with some non Muslim women if he’s ever going to put Musalmān Beauties behind him and get on with his life, as he should. His Musalmān live in relationship partners, beloveds and women friends are blinding him constantly against other communities. It’s not good for a Mayor to be so partial to any particular society. Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan both are using Durgesh for the benefits of their own community.”
Pārvatī Pāŧhak looked at Shiv Shankar Sharmā thoughtfully. “I like Durgesh a lot, and he’s both sweet and handsome, but I can’t see him ever finding a good relationship. It’s a catch-22. Until he comes out of his shell, other women will stay clear, and the ones who don’t probably have enough of their own problems to make things worse.”
“I wish we could do something,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā replied sadly, “I wish we could get someone to seduce him or something, but I just don’t know anyone who’d be willing to do that. It’s a lot to ask a friend.”
Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s words trailed off as Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s mind wrapped around an idea.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak seemed to look right through Shiv Shankar Sharmā.
“You want me to seduce him.” She said it ambiguously, part observation, part rebuke, part question, and part offer.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā paused. Just for a second, but it was long enough to confirm it.
“N-no,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā said unsteadily. “I don’t, not really…” But he didn’t know what to say next.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā just stared at his extremely beautiful brilliant smart Brāhmañ wife.
She struck Shiv Shankar Sharmā as incredibly beautiful at that moment.
She was relatively tall for a woman at 5’7″, and her body was both athletic and voluptuous.
She has long, lean legs, and a hard, flat stomach, but at the same Time, she has large, high breasts, and a rounded Pāŧhak Brāhmañ ass and full hips.
She was wearing a diaphanous nightgown, which seemed to call particular attention to her peaks and valleys.
As part of the pre-bed routine, she had brushed out her long, full, brown hair, and it flowed over her shoulder in shiny waves.
Her face is conventionally beautiful, not exotic, but rather the corn-fed, midwestern, beauty that you associate with the queen at the prom.
She was frowning at Shiv Shankar Sharmā, her beautiful green eyes sad and questioning.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā desperately wished he could go back in Time, and head off the conversation.
The thought of Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife with another man, even Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s best friend in need, gave him a feeling like a lead weight in the pit of Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s stomach.
And yet at the same Time, a part of him was saying that it was the right thing to do, that it was a sacrifice worth making.
After all they also had a duty toward their immensely neglected Brāhmañ community.
What Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu did when he observed the extremely beautiful infinite Musalmān Beauties were representing even the entire denominations in Islam on Durgesh’s nude Hindu male lap constantly?
Isn’t Imām Muħammad Ħasan doing the same thing?
Hasn’t he used his entire extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies even for it and still using?
The Musalmīn are successful because they are aware of what they should do and when.
The Brāhmañs are again losing to Musalmīn.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan is not a Brāhmañ, yet he has learned from Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu.
Can’t he, Shiv Shankar Sharmā, himself too?
If Imām Muħammad Ħasan had Nafīsah Salmān, Shiv Shankar Sharmā too has Pārvatī Pāŧhak.
Can Shiv Shankar Sharmā too sacrifice Pārvatī Pāŧhak as Imām Muħammad Ħasan sacrificed Nafīsah Salmān?
Can Shiv Shankar Sharmā?
Can Shiv Shankar Sharmā?*
As Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s was wavering similarly, her eyes glistened, and then one tear rolled down each cheek.
She looked down at her wringing hands, and then she sniffed and returned her gaze to Shiv Shankar Sharmā.
“I can’t Shiv Shankar Sharmā, Shiv Shankar Sharmā, I just can’t.”
“I don’t want you to, Pārvatī Pāŧhak.” Shiv Shankar Sharmā said gravely, “Don’t worry. I married with you. I can’t ask you to sacrifice your Satītv and Pātivratý, even for our Brāhmañ community.”
“How do we know it would even help us?”
“It probably wouldn’t,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā seconded, realizing as they spoke about it that the thought of her with anyone else was just too painful.
“Durgesh needs something. He needs a change of scenery, a therapist, a non Muslim girlfriend, something. But you are right, there is nothing we can do about it except be his friends.”
“Friends,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak repeated softly. “Shiv Shankar Sharmā, are we… am I being selfish?”
“No, I don’t think anyone would call you that,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā replied.
“I mean, it does make sense in a crazy way. I think Durgesh really thinks Musalmān Beauties are his one chance at love. He needs some sort of reassurance that other women too find him attractive.”
“Do you find him attractive?” Shiv Shankar Sharmā asked.
“Yes, of course,” Pārvatī Pāŧhak answered, a bit too quickly for Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s taste.
Seeing the look in Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s eyes, she continued, “I mean, I’ve never, until tonight, thought of him in anything other than as a friend, but yeah, he is a good looking guy.”
“Maybe that’s all he needs to hear?”
“What if he needs more?”
“I don’t know,” Shiv Shankar Sharmā replied.
She paused and looked Shiv Shankar Sharmā in the eyes.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” she said with a firmness Shiv Shankar Sharmā didn’t expect.
“N-no, I…but…” Shiv Shankar Sharmā stammered in reply.
Pārvatī Pāŧhak approached Shiv Shankar Sharmā, reached out and squeezed Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s hand hard.
“You are a good Brāhmañ, a good friend. I love you.”
And then before Shiv Shankar Sharmā could say another word, Pārvatī Pāŧhak turned and walked out the door.
It took Shiv Shankar Sharmā a moment to process what they had agreed to, and suddenly Shiv Shankar Sharmā realized how ambiguous they’d left it, how open ended this plan was.
As Shiv Shankar Sharmā watched the door shut behind Pārvatī Pāŧhak, Shiv Shankar Sharmā was paralyzed.*
Shiv Shankar Sharmā realized that both Pārvatī Pāŧhak and Shiv Shankar Sharmā thought that it was the right thing in the abstract.
But Shiv Shankar Sharmā also realized that Pārvatī Pāŧhak was going along with it, for Shiv Shankar Sharmā, as much as for Durgesh.
But to his immense surprise, Shiv Shankar Sharmā now didn’t want her to.
Well, Shiv Shankar Sharmā did, and Shiv Shankar Sharmā didn’t.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā knew he should, but Shiv Shankar Sharmā couldn’t.
Choking back his guilt at failing his already immensely neglected Brāhmañ community, Shiv Shankar Sharmā wrapped his mind around the simple fact that he loved Pārvatī Pāŧhak and did not want to share her.
No matter how selfish that made him that was the way Shiv Shankar Sharmā felt.
The realization finally brought Shiv Shankar Sharmā out of his stupor.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā had to stop Pārvatī Pāŧhak.
Shiv Shankar Sharmā went out the door and down to the basement where I was staying and where Shiv Shankar Sharmā’s wife had gone to try to build up my confidence in Brāhmañ Beauties.
But as Shiv Shankar Sharmā reached the top of the basement steps Shiv Shankar Sharmā hesitated.
Instead of rushing down the stairs, Shiv Shankar Sharmā crept slowly to the bottom.
The basement was divided into three rooms — a laundry room, a small study, and guest bedroom.
At the bottom of the stairs, Shiv Shankar Sharmā could see the light on in my room.
With the door cracked open, Shiv Shankar Sharmā could hear us talking.
It wasn’t too late, at least.
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Muħammad bin Qāsim remembered that he looked at me expectantly.
We were still on the Yacht then.
I was watching the sealed envelope Muħammad bin Qāsim had given to me.
“Taufīq Fātimah knows ACP Suraiyā Jamāl personally and she has mentioned to me two or three times, Jījū, that ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is a dangerous antagonist.”
“Taufīq Fātimah is right.” I said gravely.
Muħammad bin Qāsim watched me peculiarly.
“Jījū, am I to assume that perhaps there was some particular significance that attached to her remarks?”
“Taufīq Fātimah is your wife now, Sālé Miyān; you should understand that she isn’t a fool.”
“I know. Would ACP Suraiyā Jamāl cross examine me?”
“Your father’s disappearance isn’t a normal event in Ved Nagar. Is it?”
“Certainly not. ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is already asking me searching questions. About my poisoning, I mean. Not about the mysterious disappearance of my father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
I kept quiet for a moment only.
Then I whirled at him.
“As most of the Musalmān Beauties are nowadays, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is also against Pseudo Musalmīn very much. That’s why Abbū Imām and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has chosen ACP Suraiyā Jamāl to assist Muħammad Åbdullah, the Commissioner of Police here.”
“The Musalmīn are suffering now on the entire globe due to the mad activities of crazy Musalmān terrorists.”
“The Musalmīn must oppose the terrorists more than they are doing now.”
“There are some Musalmīn that think the terrorists are right.” Muħammad bin Qāsim clenched his fists in frustration and helplessness.
“That’s the problem the rest of the Musalmīn have to face if they don’t oppose the terrorists.”
“The Musalmīn are now deliberately marrying their ardent Musalmān sisters and daughters to Hindus now. They think it would prove they aren’t communal at all.”
“Abbū married Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī to Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. I was against it first, but when I listened to what Abbū had to say in the matter, I myself had to agree.”
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl put in quite a bit of time asking me why we allowed Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī to marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“She is quite inquisitive about these matters.” I smiled somewhat curtly, “As Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl does too believe in Dr. Ali Sina that every Musalmān is either terrorist or potential terrorist at least. Sorry, the more I try to explain then it isn’t correct the more they believe I am being kind to the Musalmīn on the cost of Non Musalmīn’s life and wealth.”
“Well, they are correct. I myself think sometimes that you are more lenient to Musalmīn than to the Non Musalmīn.”
I whirled at Muħammad bin Qāsim once more.
“The hell you do.”*
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled apologetically.
“I don’t want to lie to you any more, Sorry.”
“Sālé Miyān.” I smiled, “It’s alright. Okay.”
“I was poisoned a few days ago.”
“Before your father disappeared?”
“Yes. I thought it was a simple case of food poisoning, but apparently, it wasn’t. Anyway, that’s what ACP Suraiyā Jamāl says. She wants to make a lot of trouble.”
There was a moment of silence.
Only the sound of water slipping past the sides of the yacht was audible.
Moreover, it was plainly audible.
“I see.” I said.
“Taufīq Fātimah, my Hollywood Star wife, and I had dinner there. Both of us didn’t eat the same things. Taufīq Fātimah had red wine. I had white wine then. Taufīq Fātimah had prime ribs of beef cooked rare and French fried potatoes. I had fried oysters and vegetables. Only the desserts we had was the same. After half an hour of our eating, we both became ill. Taufīq Fātimah was only slightly ill while I was quite ill. I thought it a typical case of food poisoning.”
“I’m listening to.” I said.
I stood with my elbows over the rail.
I was looking down at the rippling water that curled up against the sides of the vessel, splashed over into little foam crested ripples and then fell rapidly astern.
There was silence for several seconds.
Then, Muħammad bin Qāsim said abruptly.
“I think we’re headed for the island, Jījū.”
“That’s right, Sālé Miyān.”
“I was talking about this food poisoning.”
“I requested you to protect Taufīq Fātimah if I die. I’m still waiting for the answer.”
“If Taufīq Fātimah would be implicated, I promise you to protect her if she is innocent.”
“She is innocent, Jījū. She is innocent. Somebody is trying his/her best to frame her.”
“She is a Hollywood Star, isn’t she?”
“Most of us Musalmīn don’t want to give that much liberty to Musalmān Beauties ever. We are so over possessive that we are crazy to govern even the lives of the Musalmān Beauties that aren’t related to us in any manner.”
“Are you telling me?”
“I think some crazy Musalmān is behind it, not Taufīq Fātimah. He/she wants to punish me by killing me in this way and let Taufīq Fātimah to go to gas chamber for the so called murder of her husband.”
“I was pretty sick. I called a physician. The same physician treated Taufīq Fātimah, my wife.”
I didn’t say anything.
Muħammad bin Qāsim continued to say.
“I explained to the physician treating both of us that it was food poisoning, probably something that had been canned because there was a burning metallic taste in my throat.”
I still didn’t say anything.
Muħammad bin Qāsim again continued.
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl showed up yesterday afternoon and told me that I had been poisoned by arsenic. I think she is after to make something of it.”
“She asked me a lot of questions about what enemies I had and all that sort of type. Allah, I don’t want any newspaper and/or news channel notoriety of anything like that, particularly right at this time. I’m putting across several important business deals, Jījū, you already know.”
“That’s right,” I confirmed him, “How did ACP Suraiyā Jamāl think the arsenic get in the food?”
“She didn’t bother to tell me that. Instead, she wanted me to tell her that. I suggested her to go to the restaurant. If she is right about the arsenic, it might be the cook of the restaurant. Who else?”
“Anyone else poisoned?” I asked.
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said that there had been no other complaints.”
I raised my eyes.
The sun was setting.
A thin moist haze seemed to be rising from the water.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan came along the deck.
She said cheerily.
“Hey, you both look rather serious. Spoiling your appetite by talking some damn business?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Certainly not, Bājī. I was telling Jījū about ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s visit yesterday afternoon. You advised me to tell Jījū everything.”
“Oh, I still think it was food poisoning. You are already all right now.”
“Fit as a fiddle.”
“Yet, somewhat pale, however.”
“That’s an elder sister’s over concern, Bājī, nothing else.”
“Nonsense. What did your Jījū say?”
“He hasn’t. He was to say something when you came.”
“Well, I’m rounding up the guests for cocktails.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled authoritatively, “Dinner will be served in about thirty minutes. Your Jījū said he wants to give the cocktails time to take hold.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim asked casually.
“Bājī, do you know whether we’re headed for some fixed direction, or are we just cruising?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan put her right index finger on her lips.
“I’m not talking, sorry. Sealed orders from your Jījū.”
“We’re probably going to the island.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“I don’t want to be impolite to you, Muħammad bin Qāsim. But I’m living in relationship with your Jījū now for four years about. During these years I’ve learned when it pleases Durgesh that I talk and when it pleases him that I won’t.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim teased her.
“Oh, come on, Bājī. You are not an ordinary wife any more. You are Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
“Jacqueline Lincoln is the Everfirst Lady President of United States of America. But even Jacqueline Lincoln knows how to govern our ever indomitable Hindu husband. If we want something, we are cheerfully ready to pay for it. It’s an art to govern your husband.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
I was smiling on the efficient smartness of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She was indomitable too.
Only Durgesh could govern Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Jacqueline Lincoln.
In addition, it was a great honor for me, I knew.
Muħammad bin Qāsim and I accompanied Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan down to the canopied after deck.*
The seven hundred eighty six girls caught up with Taufīq Fātimah just as she reached the strips.
“Taufīq Fātimah,” one girl shouted to her.
Taufīq Fātimah didn’t recognize any of them
Nevertheless, their number, Seven hundred Eighty Six, told her their special status.
They were Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s girlies.
Taufīq Fātimah was now almost sure of it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the utmost successful Musalmān Beauty now.
She has successfully managed to conquer not Durgesh only, despite her thirty-two years younger bubbling youth, she successfully used her live in relationship with Durgesh to establish Democracy in Saůūdī Årab too.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used her extremely stunning Musalmān beauty and immensely overflowing Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān youth for it.
However, it was because her parents were with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Taufīq Fātimah also wanted to do many things, but her parents are too orthodox and too conservative.
The Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties definitely knew who Taufīq Fātimah was, even if Taufīq Fātimah didn’t know any of them.
“We want a run,” one of the Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties said, speaking loudly so that the people passing them could hear the challenge, “You can lead and pick the point.”
“Done,” Taufīq Fātimah smiled triumphantly, “You said you are Seven hundred Eighty Six in number. C-786th then, Durgesh Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī localway intersection.”
The Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties frowned.
Does Taufīq Fātimah outexcel them in brains too?
All the Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties were around twenty-eight.
So was Taufīq Fātimah.
Taufīq Fātimah leaned over and rolled up the cuffs of her pants a little.
She could shake all the Seven hundred Eighty Six before they reached the destination Taufīq Fātimah had named.
More couples, some triples too, passed and stepped on to the nearest strip.
The triples were not as efficient as the couples were.
The Pseudo Musalmīn husbands that formed the third of the Triples, were not as efficient as their Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners were.
Does Bisexuality really affect the Pseudo Musalmīn husbands adversely?
Nevertheless, the Triples are not only legal here; they are surviving as well, despite futile terrorist attacks.
No terrorist attack ever succeeded here at Ved Nagar.
The Law and Order at Ved Nagar was marvelous.
The governments of almost every country now studying the management of the Law and Order at Ved Nagar, with the Ved Nagar Government‘s express permission of course.*
A dance music was being played on the canopied after deck.
Sidrah Aħmad was dancing with Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
Most of my Musalmān live in relationship partners and lady friends agreed with Shankar Mahāpralayankar more than with me.
“Your vision is right but your planning to achieve it is impractical, Durgesh darling.” Sidrah Aħmad used to say, “I think Shankar Mahāpralayankar is more practical.”
“Thank you, Sidrah Aħmad.” Shankar Mahāpralayankar beamed at her.
I smiled and looked at Nafīsah Salmān.
Nafīsah Salmān grimaced.
“I don’t agree with you, Sidrah Aħmad. You want to say, the terrorists cannot be controlled effectively if the noble persons too don’t resort to illegal means?”
“Sidrah Aħmad has a point there, Nafīsah Salmān.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan had looked at his wife gravely.
Nafīsah Salmān laughed.
“I never expect anything better from you, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.”
“Durgesh is a great man, no doubt.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, “But he doesn’t understand Musalmān terrorists psychology at all. He thinks the Musalmīn are terrorists, criminals/criminal minded because they are Uneducated/Under Educated.”
“It’s not true?” I stopped my Uncut Hindu Penis inside Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan entirely buried there to my balls.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wrapped her strong nude legs around my nude Hindu male waist.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Penis driven more into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I squeezed her nude young Musalmān buttocks and kissed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan on her lips.
“Dr. Ali Sina doesn’t agree with you, my dear Hindu husband.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me, contracting her vaginal muscles around my entire Uncut Hindu Shaft.
“And you think Dr. Ali Sina is a better authority on Islam than myself?” I smiled benignly enjoying my entire Uncut Hindu Shaft inside her young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly but he didn’t see anything himself.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar had now Sidrah Aħmad on her knees.
He was penetrating Sidrah Aħmad now from her glorious behind.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said gravely.
“Dr. Ali Sina isn’t alone, Durgesh. He has too many followers and even numerous Co-authors now.”
“What the hell you think it does mean Ħumairah?”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī kept licking my Uncut Hindu Cock visiting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s young Musalmān Cunt vigorously.
“Simply that Dr. Ali Sina and his Co-authors can’t be ignored only by shrugging our shoulders.”
“Dr. Ali Sina has challenged the followers and admirers of Islam if anyone of them proves him wrong, Dr. Ali Sina would pay him a large amount of money.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan chuckled, “Why don’t you accept his challenge, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! if you think Dr. Ali Sina and his Co-authors are not correct in their interpretation of Islam?”*
The dog, deftly avoiding Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s kick, stood watching Muħammad bin Qāsim with lips that curled back from his fangs.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said gravely.
“Come on in. Let’s go inside, sit down, and talk this thing over in a civilized fashion.”
“We may differ about our idea what the civilized fashion actually is.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled sarcastically.
Nevertheless, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smarter.
“Oh no, I don’t think so. You are as cuckold as I am. So, our ideas about what is civilized and what’s not can’t differ very much.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
“What the hell you mean? I am not cuckold even a bit.”
“You are, my dear boy, you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly, “Most of us Musalmīn are actually cuckold to our Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners whether we are bold enough to acknowledge and accept it or not.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr contemptuously.
“You are still alive despite your immensely hateful opinion about most of us Musalmīn, because you are living here at Ved Nagar. If you lived elsewhere the Musalmān terrorists had killed you already.”
“My dear child,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly once more, “You have only heard about Musalmān terrorists, don’t you? Have you met ever anyone?”
“What do you mean?”
“Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself is your Bājī. She is herself running the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband since she wasn’t even the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. She is the Brain and Power behind cuckolding most of us Musalmān husbands. What do you think? Durgesh has cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? Shankar Mahāpralayankar has cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? Hindus have cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? No, never. Our own Musalmān Houseladies have cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands.”
“Because you Musalmān terrorists were blaspheming Islam more than the non Musalmīn.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thundered at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr suddenly, “Even then the impotent Musalmīn were not criticizing you blaspheming bastards. We, Musalmān Houseladies of yours, never did cuckold you enjoying it very much. We did it because we didn’t have another option whatsoever. You bastard Musalmān terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn compelled us, your own Musalmān Houseladies, to cuckold you if we had to save our own Īmān.”*
Amīnah Zahīr raised her hand.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, have you come here to discuss the cuckolding of you Musalmān husbands?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed at Muħammad bin Qāsim contemptuously, scornfully.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was too indulged in discussions with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr he hadn’t even realized when Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had brought them through the first door to the left.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had led the way into the room that had been fitted up as a library cum bedroom.
It was a neat job of books and shelves.
I was fucking Amīnah Zahīr there on the bed.
“Kħush Āmadīd,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim, making a sweeping inclusive gesture, “Welcome.”
The party seated themselves.
“All right,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled at them melodically, “now let’s hear what you folks have to say.”
“You’re getting the cart and horse all mixed up,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled courteously, “We want to hear what you have to say.”
“We have nothing to say.” Amīnah Zahīr smiled disarmingly.
“You knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“Who says so?” Amīnah Zahīr smiled charmingly.
“I say so.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled charmingly too, “Amīnah Zahīr, you knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was in Nevada. You were quite friendly with her. You talked Al Samīnah Al Qāsim out of getting a divorce from her husband. You told Al Samīnah Al Qāsim that if she’d sit tight and let her husband think Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had secured a divorce, then when Imām Muħammad Ħasan had found some other interest he could be made to pay a lot of money for a settlement.”
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The Ǻrab Sheikħ shifted his right hand to a position near the first lapel of his green coat.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand caught a glimpse of a revolver in a shoulder holster.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
Still having faith in violent means and strategies.
Ħuzūr S.A.W were compelled to use violent means in his divine holy lifetime to establish peace everywhere.
He S.A.W couldn’t do it another way.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was sure if Ħuzūr S.A.W were today he S.A.W would never have resorted to any violent means whatsoever.
The modern Ǻrab Sheikħs were never capable to understand Muħsin-e-insāniyat S.A.W.
They had erroneously surrendered to Ǻrab Imperialism in the name of Islam.
Consequently they had themselves killed the mission of Ħuzūr S.A.W unknowingly, imprudently.
Ved Nagar was a City of Shaktimāns.
What could the dog or his revolver do if Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand used his mind/spiritual power?
Present day Musalmīn, Pseudo Musalmīn actually, had faith in the means Yazīd Malåūn had more than in the faith Ħuzūr S.A.W had.
The dog, facing the door, elevated his tail, the tip of it waving to and fro.
A bolt shot on the inside of the door.
The Ǻrab Sheikħ opened the door for an inch or two.
A safety chain was holding it in that position.
A porch light clicked on, outlining Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand in brilliance.
“Who are you?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, “What do you want?”
“I’m looking for the master of this mansion.”
“I’d prefer to tell that to himself only.”
“Give me some hint to tell him why you want to meet him.”
“About some properties he has here at Ved Nagar.”
“As far as I know, the Boss is interested only in purchasing the properties here, not in selling.”
“This mansion is also owned by the Mayor himself?”
“Not by the Mayor of Ved Nagar. It’s on his personal name along with Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.”
“I’d like to meet anyone of them.”
“Well, not as late as tonight now. Go back to wherever you have come from, or to a hotel. Call on him after ten o’clock in the morning.” The Ǻrab Sheikħ started to close the door.
Then, something about the dog’s attitude caught the attention of the Ǻrab Sheikħ.
He asked suspiciously.
“Hey, how the hell did you get past that dog?”
“I happen to know something about their psychology.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled graciously.
“Well, the dog is not supposed to let anyone out of a car after dark.”
“It seems the dog made an exception in my case,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand kept smiling politely yet gracefully, “I just got out of the car and…”
“Why the hell the dog made an exception for you?”
“Ask your dog.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ frowned,
“Just who are you anyway?”
“I’m trying to find out something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ’s face became rigidly immobile.
“Know anything about her?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand asked politely in his sweetest voice.
“No,” The Ǻrab Sheikħ said, and slammed the door.
“Her bodyguard has been found murdered early this morning.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand called through the closed door.
He was taking safe risks using the general psychology of the Ǻrab Sheikħs.
There was no response.
Yet, on the other hand, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand heard no sound of steps in the corridor.
It indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ hadn’t turned away from the door.
It further indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ was hesitating whether to turn away or he should open the door.
It was the correct psychological moment to attack psychologically further more.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely, “Her bodyguard was driving the car. Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had her gasoline tank filled here.”
There was a pause, then the door jerked open.
“What was that you said?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ demanded.
“I said Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here sometime around twelve thirty o’clock in the morning and had her gas tank filled.”
“You must be drunk or crazy. I neither know which nor do I give a damn. Now, get back in your car or I’ll tell the dog to tear your leg off.”
“Do that and I’ll sue you persons for damages. It would be a fun to wind up owning a Ved Nagar ranch of you persons.”
“It isn’t that easy, my boy.”
“Go on,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand told the Ǻrab Sheikħ, “Tell your dog to tear of my leg and see what happens.”
“What the hell you want?”
“I want to ask something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“She isn’t here.”
“What if she was?”
“Ask the Mayor or Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled cunningly, “Being an arrogant dumb Ǻrab Sheikħ you may not understand what if Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was here while her bodyguard is found murdered, but neither Durgesh nor his Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb maybe as dumb as you are. Your indiscreet arrogance never allows you to use your wisdoms. Or, don’t you have any wisdom at all, man?”*
There followed a long moment.
During the moment, the heavy, sinewy, powerful Ǻrab Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, behind the door, met Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s smart and brilliant eyes in thoughtful appraisal.
He turned and looked at Amīnah Zahīr and me for instructions.
Just Eighteen Just Adult Amīnah Zahīr was still nude on her back.
I was still between her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.
My sixty four years old, utmost experienced, Musalmān Cunts Champion Uncut Hindu Lund was still enjoying its victory over the Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt, visiting it triumphantly, proudly, vigorously.
Amīnah Zahīr impishly nodded to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
She didn’t hesitate even for a second to face Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, while I was fucking her.
Ved Nagar Constitution allowed her.
That’s only what Amīnah Zahīr cared about.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was her ideal.
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was a proud nudist feminist, even now when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
It was the visitor’s responsibility to choose whether s/he wanted to see a pair in lovemaking or not.
The Citizens of Ved Nagar were constitutionally allowed to make love anywhere they damn pleased publicly.
The persons having objection, could leave the place, if they didn’t want to see them in making love.
Being himself a citizen of Ved Nagar Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand knew it very well.
Getting permission from Amīnah Zahīr, the Just Eighteen Just Adult young lady, involved in lovemaking with me, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr removed the safety chain from the door.
He invited them in.
“Come in. They are in lovemaking. But if you haven’t any taboo in watching them making love, you may come in.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“Thank you. None of us has any taboo whatsoever against watching our hosts making love. It’s their mansion. It’s their privilege.”
“Okay, you may come in, Mr.─?”
“Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“All right, Mr. Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, come in.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand turned back toward the car,
“Come on, Bājī, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Muħammad bin Qāsim,” he called.
“What about that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim called irritably, “Can’t you put him in his damned closet?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said curtly,
“The dog remains where he is. However, he won’t do anything unless I tell him to.”
“You, caretaker here?” Muħammad bin Qāsim asked trying to humiliate Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled curtly,
“Never mind. Don’t bother your child brain to understand my status here. Nevertheless, I’m representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan here, if it’s any of your damned business.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand interfered.
“We are also representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan. There isn’t anything to be arrogant to each other.”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t inform me of you peoples’ arrival on his behalf, neither Muħammad Åbdullah bothered to do so.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened the door.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim followed her Nanad Bājī, her sister in law.
Both of them slid out to the ground, walked confidently toward the porch, watching Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand standing there.
The dog turned to regard them, gave a low throated, ominous growl, but made no move.
Muħammad bin Qāsim had put one foot on the ground.
However, as soon as he heard the growl, Muħammad bin Qāsim promptly returned to the automobile and slammed the door.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim scornfully,
“Shame on you. Even the ladies are more daring. Damn you. It’s all right.” then he turned to the dog, “Shut up, Shérū!”
The dog ceased growling, regarded Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s confident approach with hard-eyed appraisal, ignoring Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim altogether, then slowly waved the tip of his tail.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, observed that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim made it all right.
He opened the door once more, placed his right foot on the ground tentatively, cautiously, followed it with his left foot, and took two or three guardedly diffident, timid, steps toward the porch.
The dog bristled, stiffened, growled, then suddenly made a lunge for Muħammad bin Qāsim.
Muħammad bin Qāsim whirled, raced back into the car just as the snarling dog flung himself against the door, his teeth snapping at the metal.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr opened the door, ran out on the porch, yelled,
“Shérū! Down! Damn it, Shérū, get down!”
The dog looked back over his shoulder.
Slowly and reluctantly, the dog sank to a crouching position on the ground.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled to himself.
That’s what he himself was to his wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
When Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā scolded him, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr did also sink to crouching position, near her beautiful sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān feet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted all of them that way.
Moreover, they hadn’t another option.
He was proud of himself that he was a cuckold to his extremely beautiful wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā and her Hindu lover, Durgesh, the greatest.
Ved Nagar was an actual Democratic City State.
Otherwise, the cuckold Musalmīn could never celebrate their Independence day openly.
Durgesh was against it.
Most of the HVSI persons were against it.
Nevertheless, most of them allowed the proposal to put to vote.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely glad when the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI ultimately announced the victory of the cuckold Musalmīn.
They were allowed to celebrate their Independence day.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire 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 supported the cuckold Musalmīn.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely indebted and grateful to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
He shouted to the dog.
“Here, Shérū, come here. Come here to me!”
The dog turned and came toward Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as though expecting a beating.
“Damn you,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “I told you not to do that. Now you get down and stay down.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr walked to the car confidently with immense self-pride.
He wasn’t ashamed of himself that he was a cuckold husband.
Neither any of his cuckold friends was.
They had successfully formed a Cuckold Society maintaining their own kind of freedom with their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners.
It was a punishable crime now in Ved Nagar to disgrace them or their society.
It was a Society of Triples, instead of couples, supported by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.
The Musalmān wife, Hindu lover/live in relationship partner and Musalmān husband were the three members of a legal unit of it.
So many Musalmīn were against it, yet there were some Musalmīn too that supported the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband.
Their demand was ‘Cuckold the entire terrorists to disgrace and punish them publicly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself for them, reincarnated.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was watching Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr curiously.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said to Muħammad bin Qāsim, “Shérū won’t hurt you now.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked past Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr at the dog, and said huskily,
“If that damned dog makes a pass at me, I’m going to shoot at him.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim with cold hard eyes.
“You would do nothing of the sort if you don’t want to get hurt yourself. If you hurt the dog even infinitesimal, I’d break your damned neck. Understand?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted.
“You damned cuckold, I know everything about you. Never try to threaten me again, you shameless creature.”
“Well, it’s better to be shameless as I am than being shameful as you are. Now, come on.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim gritted through his teeth helplessly, quite annoyed.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smiling at Muħammad bin Qāsim with quite a smirk on his face,
“My boy, you won’t have any trouble with Shérū as long as you get out and come in moving confidently.”
“You bloody cuckold, are you teaching me how to behave with that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted quite irritated now.
“Sure, you impotent,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Damn you. I’m not impotent.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted again.
“Your girlfriends claim that you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled deliberately humiliating Muħammad bin Qāsim now.
“They are horny bitches. They claim my impotence only because they want to get sympathy of Durgesh and his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“If you were a man why the hell your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends would need Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund instead of your cut Musalmān nūnī?”
“Cut Musalmān Lund.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted irritably.
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Cut Musalmān Lund.”
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr repeated, “That’s what your girlfriends call your entirely incompetent bloody sexual organ. Don’t they, my boy?”
“Shut up, you bloody cuckold.”
“It’s better to be even a cuckold than being impotent.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr kept laughing at Muħammad bin Qāsim.*
Muħammad bin Qāsim was surprised at the cuckold’s entirely unashamed aggressive behavior.
“Oh, come on.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “Move confidently but don’t ever start running from a dog, and don’t ever act as though you were afraid.”
“Stand still and let the damned dog tear a leg off, I suppose. Isn’t it?” Muħammad bin Qāsim said sarcastically.
“Impotent, your Jījū and your sisters didn’t have any trouble,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr pointed out, “did they?”
“The trouble I had,” Muħammad bin Qāsim told Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, “was enough to make up for all the four of us.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim eased himself out of the automobile and followed Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to the porch.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr invited them, “Shérū, get the hell back out of the way.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr aimed a halfhearted kick imitating his ever-dominant wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā used to aim at him with her foot.
He used to enjoy both the actions.
Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā kicking him with her foot as if he was her dog, instead of her husband and imitating her himself with Shérū and other dogs.
His critics laughed at him.
“You love blasphemy, don’t you?” his worst critic, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had watched Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr scornfully once.
“How do you mean?” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled at him as if it wasn’t anything abnormal.
“Your wife is also Zaynab bint Åāmir but she isn’t certainly Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Is she?”
“I respect her this way. Can’t I even respect my wife? Damn you.”
“Isn’t it a fact that when your wife gets fucked by Durgesh sitting on his lap, she uses you as her footrest, as her pedestal?”
“So what? I love it. I enjoy it.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled proudly, entirely unashamed of himself.
“You clean Durgesh’s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund after Durgesh sodomizes your wife, by sucking him taking it in your mouth. Don’t you?”
“It’s a new society, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Try to understand it Imām Sāħab.”*
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She was a little worried too.
Soon the shaking and shuddering stopped and the flow of juice reduced to a dripping.
Zubaydah Bābar attempted to stand up but her Musalmān legs were like rubber.
I grasped her under an arm and helped her turn around and sit on the back of the couch.
“How do you feel? Is that what you wanted?” I asked Zubaydah Bābar.
Zubaydah Bābar looked at me, pulled me to her and kissed me.
“That was exactly what I wanted. It was the best orgasm I ever had.”
Nishāt Nazli was still staring at her friend.
“Wow, you really liked that. I mean I really bit down hard. Didn’t it hurt?”
I answered for Zubaydah Bābar.
“Of course it hurt. Zubaydah Bābar likes a little pain with her pleasure. Don’t you, Zubaydah Bābar?”
Zubaydah Bābar nodded her head and a sheepish smile crossed her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face.
“I like it best when it hurts a little. I guess I’m weird.”
“I bet you like to be tied up too, and maybe some spanking or something.”
Now Zubaydah Bābar really started to blush.
“I never tried it, but it sounds like fun.” She admitted.
I helped her stand.
“Come on, Nishāt Nazli; let’s help her to my bed. She’s a little wrung out. Then we can see about her fantasies.”
Nishāt Nazli looked a little fearful.
“You’re not going to hurt me like that. Are you?”
“Not unless you want me to.” I told her as we helped Zubaydah Bābar to the bedroom. “Everybody has fantasies of some sort. Some are more mundane than others are. Some are outright weird and dangerous. Zubaydah Bābar’s are just a little rough. However, she has to be careful whom she acts them out with. The wrong person could really hurt her. She is a masochist. She likes pain. If she were to pair up with a hard-core sadist, he could really hurt her or maybe kill her if he really has a problem. Therefore, Zubaydah Bābar, promise me you won’t go indulging your fantasy with just anyone. Make sure you know them really well and preferably make sure there is a third person involved to put a stop to it if it starts to get out of hand.”
Zubaydah Bābar just nodded.
“I know it’s dangerous and I only let it go like that once before. I … I probably wouldn’t have let it happen today but I trust you. I know that Durgesh wouldn’t hurt me.” Zubaydah Bābar smiled at me.
I smiled back as we lay Zubaydah Bābar on the bed.
I crawled in beside Zubaydah Bābar and kissed her gently on the lips.
Nishāt Nazli sat on the edge of the bed and I looked at her.
“So Nishāt Nazli, what kind of fantasies do you have? What do you dream about that gets you really hot? If I can help, I will. If it’s too far out for me, then maybe we can get close.”
Nishāt Nazli blushed and looked away.
“I’ve already had most of my fantasies, like we did the other day. You know with you and Zubaydah Bābar, a three way. I also … well we’re living one now, all of us running around the house naked and a Hindu mature man chasing us around and screwing us.” Nishāt Nazli giggled.
“Hindu mature man?” Zubaydah Bābar smiled cunningly, “Have you noticed, here in Ved Nagar, it’s quite normal. Isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?” Nishāt Nazli looked at Zubaydah Bābar questioningly.
“Hindus here, are enjoying marital relations and live in relationship with modern young Musalmān Beauties more, than anywhere. Haven’t you noticed it? In a recent survey, here at Ved Nagar, 90% mature Hindus are found having marital relations/live in relationships with the ultramodern PhD Musalmān Beauties aged 28 to 35, while the Hindus are mostly aged 50 and above.”
“Long live Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.” I said curtly.
Nishāt Nazli twisted herself to me.
“You mean Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has done it?”
“What do you think? It’s natural?”
“Why not?” Zubaydah Bābar said, “I asked Nasīm Muåāwiyah why she prefers you. She says she wants a man for her, thoroughly experienced, strong, capable, not a boy that is as inexperienced as she herself is.”
“You are repeating only what the young Musalmān Beauties life partners of 90% mature Hindus of Ved Nagar said in that survey.” I said bitterly.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli both looked at each other and smiled.
“Don’t you agree with them?” Zubaydah Bābar asked me somewhat uncertainly.
“Well, it’s their life and it’s their decision.” I said noncommittally.
“But you don’t appreciate it, do you?”
“I think there’s another view also expressed about it.”
“Of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s, your former live in relationship partner’s?”
“She is still the Attorney General here at Ved Nagar.” I said gravely, “Isn’t she?”
“Sure,” Bābarah Åālamgīr interfered entering there and joining us, “our Mayor is the most lenient man in the history of entire humankind. Everyone advised him to take action against the present Attorney General, Jamīlah Aurangzeb. Yet, he denied all such suggestions.”*
The visit had been quite unexpected.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb had forgotten that she had made the appointment.
She had forgotten to cancel it.
She should have canceled it after she’d promised to have dinner with the Mayor.
Now, Jamīlah Aurangzeb was trying to get it over with as quickly and gracefully as possible.
Yet, Jamīlah Aurangzeb didn’t want to hurt the man sitting opposite her.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was a great man, as far as she knew him.
He was one of the most respected men here at Ved Nagar.
Nafīsah Salmān always tried to disgrace him either this way or that, but Durgesh had suddenly granted the request of Sarvochch Brahmarshi, to make Imām Muħammad Ħasan the executive head of Ashvinātam, the residence of the Mayor of Ved Nagar.
Nafīsah Salmān laughed on it ironically.
“Prakash succeeded ultimately in pleasing his younger most successful Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat Bhābhījān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab. Nafīsah Salmān Bhābhījān is not as important for Sarvochch Brahmarshi now, as she was once. I’m surprised at even Durgesh surrendered to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I never imagined it even.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“You must not be as jealous to your own daughter, Ammī, as you are now. Durgesh surrendered to me? Hahaha. Sarvochch Brahmarshi succeeded in pleasing me ultimately? Does he even need it ever?”
At another time, Jamīlah Aurangzeb could have really enjoyed talking with such a man of principles that he even sacrificed his position in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat’s National Council.
They called it that.
In imitation of Ved Nagar’s Council?
But Ved Nagar wasn’t a country.
Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat was.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb couldn’t enjoy however it now.
Not tonight, with the heap of papers on her desk still to be read, with the long tense evening in the Ashvinātam.
Well, she was capable enough not to feel awkward facing her former live in relationship partner.
It would have been normal if only her daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, hadn’t exaggerated it.
She was still making it a great issue.
“It’s normal, Bābarah.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb had tried to explain it to her daughter, “I needed Durgesh once as much as you need him now. You may think it was my obsession to him. You may think I needed extraordinary sex then. Now you are yourself an adult. You can understand it now thoroughly. Why the hell are you exaggerating it?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was furious.
“I am exaggerating it?”
“Certainly not. Durgesh is exaggerating it.”
“That you are his stepdaughter?” Jamīlah Aurangzeb smiled ironically.
“Am not I?”
“Certainly not. A stepdaughter relationship is a marital relationship, not a relationship that comes out of a live in relationship.”
“I agree with you.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled, “live in relationship doesn’t generate any marital relationship because live in relationship itself isn’t a marital relationship. You and Durgesh were never married. So, there isn’t any harm if I replace you myself as Durgesh’s new live in relationship partner.”
“That’s right. That’s the legal status of this relationship here in Ved Nagar.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb said.
Bābarah Åālamgīr beamed at her Ammī.
“That’s the legal opinion of the Attorney General of India?”
“Attorney General of Ved Nagar.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb smiled at her daughter, “Ved Nagar legally now somewhat enjoys the special status like Jammu and Kashmir. It has its own Attorney General. Ved Nagar is too advanced in technology that the rest of India can’t maintain same legal system. The Government of India has to allow Ved Nagar to have its own legal system and its own Attorney General, as Ved Nagar refused to separate itself from India.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed.
“Ved Nagar hates separation ab initio. It wants to bring the entire infinite creations, instead, under one Federal Government with utmost possible autonomy to every member state.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
“What do you think of your husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, Attorney General of Ved Nagar?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked Jamīlah Aurangzeb casually.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan, scrutinizing him now.
What was he after, actually?
She smiled, casually herself.
“What do I think of my husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr?”
“Sure, that was my question.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb immediately thought of the physical Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.
No doubt, her husband was very impressive among Musalmīn with his bearded face.
Even the persons, who did not hate terrorist Musalmīn to the extent Dr. Ali Sina, his co-authors and his followers did, respected Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr very much.
Yet, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, knew very well, what her husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was actually.
She smiled ironically.
Perhaps, Imām Muħammad Ħasan was right.
Her husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was perhaps fooling even Durgesh successfully.
Was it her own mistake?
She shouldn’t have asked him for divorce.*
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was a blustering, loud mouthed, braying, harsh, and almost as tall as Durgesh, with a rasping, rough, voice.
His eyes were small squinting, and gimlet in a small round head set atop a short thick neck on a brawny, strong, expanse of chest.
It was however, his exterior.
It wasn’t as important as his interior was in her opinion.
Should she confirm Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s doubts about her husband?
“Frankly,” Jamīlah Aurangzeb said, “I think Durgesh and you both know about my husband even more than me. Durgesh respects you more and his faith in you is stronger than even Durgesh’s faith in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Nafīsah Salmān.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“That’s right. Yet you are his wife.”
“So what? Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr isn’t one of the persons who have more faith in his wife/wives than in the persons more reliable to him.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan kept smiling.
“How many wives he has?”
“Three more I think, according to Muslim Personal Law.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
“Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr obeys Muslim Personal Law?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan prudently.
“He has to, if he wants to keep Muslim opinion with him.”
“It isn’t any Islamic country.”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb retorted.
“Ved Nagar is worse in some matters.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t believe Jamīlah Aurangzeb.
“Ved Nagar is worse in some matters?”
“Sure, why are you so surprised?”
“They say Ved Nagar is the best place to live at, for Musalmān Beauties.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
“They are right. Yet, even the best place to live at, for us Musalmān Beauties, is being hounded by the shrewdest Pseudo Musalmīn now.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb retorted once more.
“You mean you Musalmān Beauties aren’t safe from Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists even here at Ved Nagar?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
“Ved Nagar has an utmost dangerous policy.”
“And what’s that, if I may ask the Attorney General of Ved Nagar?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb again watched him scrutinizing.
“Ved Nagar believes in ‘Imām Nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt’ and ‘Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat’.”
“And it’s dangerous?”
“Sure it is.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, said academically, “Ved Nagar is an ideal state established by Durgesh, Prakāsh, Ved Prakāsh and other Vedic Monotheist Hindus…”
“I don’t think so.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, looked at him quite surprised.
“You don’t think so?”
“No. For your kind information, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, the Musalmān Beauties having marital/Sexual/Love/live in relationships with the Hindus are more in numbers than Hindus even that established Ved Nagar. Moreover, I am also one of the persons that are responsible for establishment of Ved Nagar.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb was dumbfounded.
She watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan incredulously.
“Youuuuuuuuuuuuuu? You are one of the persons that found Ved Nagar?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched Jamīlah Aurangzeb shrewdly.
“Why are you so surprised?”
“I thought you are a communal Musalmān.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“If you are a communal Musalmān, why the hell you were one of the persons that found Ved Nagar?”
“Either you aren’t a communal Musalmān or you aren’t one of the persons that found Ved Nagar.”*
I looked at the pile of paperwork on my desk and rubbed at my eyes.
It had been a really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week.
It had begun with my friend Aħmad Åbdullāh’s death two days ago, and since then the Island had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.
In a couple of days Aħmad Åbdullāh’s children would arrive on the Island, having just found out that they were triplets given up for adoption, and they’d be meeting here for the very first time.
On top of that, I had a burial to organise for Aħmad Åbdullāh on the Island.
Add in organising supplies and planning for every contingency, and it was no wonder I felt exhausted somewhat.
It was two in the morning and high time I had some stress relief.
I got up from my desk and moved to the door of my office, part of my home on the Island upstairs from the clinic, and headed for the exit, moving quietly down the stairs, as was my habit.
Once outside, I smiled.
I’d always loved the cool breeze that caressed the Island through the night.
I turned left and took the path down to the beach, taking a right between two large bushes on the narrow path the kitchen staff used to bring supplies into the kitchens.
A couple of turns and I was moving around the edge of the building where the Island’s food was prepared and stored, unstaffed at this time of night.
I knew if anyone spotted me s/he’d just assume I was going for my habitual late night snack, but I knew different.
I bypassed the main doors to the kitchen and entered the small courtyard that served the dual purpose of somewhere to store the trash and somewhere the chefs and porters could sneak out to for a smoke.
Casually I glanced around.
Seeing no one, I slipped over to the backdoor of the pastry kitchen and entered a code in the keypad, a different code from the one normally used to open the door.
A quiet bump sounded next to one of the bins and I moved to the corner, reached down and pulled the handle that was now protruding from the flagstoned yard.
A small hatch appeared with a ladder heading down, barely visible in the moonlight.
I quickly slid myself into the narrow passage and closed the hidden hatch above me, seeing the dim lights illuminating the twenty-three rungs below me.
Reaching the bottom, I turned around and punched another code into the wall and the small box beside it opened.
I pressed my hand to the small screen inside the box and the door, beside me, swung open.
I smiled in anticipation.
I had a lot of catching up to do.
I entered the saferoom, or as I thought of it, the ‘Bunker’ where I could retreat to if the Island was ever attacked.
I ignored the open plan living area and kitchen and moved straight to the door on my left, a control room where I could make contact with the outside world if need be, but my focus wasn’t on the emergency facilities.
I moved straight to the console housing the covert CCTV system that Aħmad Åbdullāh had painstakingly built in secret over the last fifteen years.
My friend’s words came back to me, as they always did when he looked at the setup.
“There’s no point in being trapped in here. Much better to see what’s going on outside. Then you retain an advantage the other side doesn’t even know about. Information is power.”
I smiled and moved to the large leather desk chair facing the bank of fifteen screens.
Three large screens, a dozen smaller, all assigned letters from A to O.
The one hundred and thirty eight cameras hidden around the Island were numbered, making the system incredibly simple to operate.
Simply type in the letter for the screen, then the camera number, hit enter and that’s what you saw.
The whole system was set up on a motion-activation principle, immediately discarding data that had nothing happening and that suited my purposes perfectly.
I settled my fingers on the keyboard, typed A68 and hit Enter.
The first of the three large screens flickered into view, a camera situated in the bedroom of Aħmad Åbdullāh’s favourite PA, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
She was one of my favourites too, a hot, toned Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān blonde with a bundle of intelligence and determination.
It wasn’t her intellect that interested me at present though, as I watched the live feed from her vacant bedroom.
My memory provided me hundreds of images of her sleeping in that very bed.
I felt the familiar stirring in my Hindu groin and smiled.
Time to move the recording back.
My fingers found the small dial next to the keyboard, punched in the camera number and then rotated it back.
The simple system allowed me to review all recorded footage from that particular camera and I was viewing it in reverse.
A couple of chambermaids darted around briefly at high speed, and then the footage caught up to Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad undressing, and then sleeping.
The footage continued in reverse at high speed, skipping past hours of her lying still.
She’d been asleep for five hours or so when I saw her leap out of bed, naked, and grab a towel, then disappearing backwards into the bathroom.
I reset the dial, my left hand coming to rest on my belt, and as the footage began to play on the screen, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan unfastened my belt and trousers.
She had joined me in the meantime.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad appeared from the bathroom, her skin flushed from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy white towel.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pulled down my fly and slid her hand in my trousers.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad opened her towel.
I saw her side on as she lifted the towel, her body taught and firm, her breasts pert and round.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slipped her hand around my Uncut Hindu Cock, slowly stroking me as I watched Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad dry herself.
She moved too quickly for me though, drying herself rapidly then slipping under the sheet on her bed, settling down to go to sleep.
I frowned and punched in B69, bringing up the footage from the en-suite bathroom in Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s room.
I punched 69 in next to the dial and rolled it back, seeing her in a high-speed blur in the shower, moving it back to play as soon as the maid appeared who’d cleaned the bathroom earlier.
While Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stroked me in anticipation, the maid finished her work, the lighting changed and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad appeared.
Dressed only in a black thong, she walked up to the sink, her gorgeous Musalmān breasts on display.
she brushed her teeth.
I zoomed the camera in on her ever-erect Musalmān breasts.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock as I watched them jiggle back and forth with every motion of her arm.
“Come on, you hot Musalmān Sex goddess,” I muttered. “Get in the damn shower.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled and squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock eloquently.
The teeth brushing continued for another minute.
Then Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad disappeared off screen.
I zoomed the view back out, seeing her step into the shower cubicle.
The water began immediately and I slowed the footage down as she stepped out the cubicle to remove her thong.
In slow motion, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad inserted her thumbs in her waistband and bent over, sliding the black material down her hips, thighs and finally to the floor, and with a casual flick of her foot, the thong ended up back in the bedroom.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s grip tightened on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad always did this before she went in the shower.
I zoomed in a little closer.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stood up straight and stretched, her arms rising high above her head, her ever-erect Musalmān breasts jutting out.
I groaned, squeezing my lips in anticipation of what came next.
Her right hand slid down over her taught, flat stomach, sliding down over her shaved skin until her middle finger made contact with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clitoris.
“Go on, you fucking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī hot Musalmān Sex goddess,” I muttered as I watched.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed and took my Uncut Hindu Penis into her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī mouth.
She started to suck me devotedly.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s middle finger rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit up and down a couple of times, then in slow-motion, she moved it down her slit, rubbed up and down once, then plunged her middle finger deep inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Fuck that extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ever hottest sex goddess,” I growled.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whispered,
“Fuck me, imagine you are fucking the bitch Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, instead of me.”
“Why the imagination? You are far more beautiful than Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.”
“Thank you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan put her palm on my chest and pushed me back gently.
I lay on my back now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan immediately straddled on my standing perpendicular Uncut Hindu Cock.
It disappeared into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young Cunt, gradually, entirely ultimately.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.
“Happy, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”
“Sure, my dear ever young Musalmān lady.” I myself returned her wink lewdly, “What the hell more my Uncut Hindu Cock demands after all?”
“A Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt around it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed suggestively.
I pulled her on me and kissed vehemently.
We both were nude now entirely.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was a nudist feminist.
To meet her on her own ground, I had to be myself a nudist manist, nothing less.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted wildest animal sex.
She was a strict One Man Woman.
It was natural that I had to provide her the wildest animal sex she loved very much.
Well, contrary to the general outlook, I never thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was wrong in her desire however.
Her body needed it.
She was rightfully getting it from me.
It was her fundamental woman right on her man.
It was her fundamental human right on her man.
There wasn’t anything wrong in it.
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Al Muħammad Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Listen attentively, please. I’m right in the middle of a delicate matter. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd is my half-brother.”
“As Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is?” I asked.
“Sure. I’m running away to save my business, my legal competence, my life even from my ever-greedy relatives. They have successfully established until now that my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, has murdered my son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, masquerading as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās. Muħammad bin Qāsim has also run away as I have, but they have successfully produced our dead bodies.”
“Chachājān, are you sure Muħammad bin Qāsim Bhāī is alive?” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās asked Al Muħammad Al Qāsim gravely.
“How the hell can be I? Durgesh is my lawyer, my savior, my son in law, everything. He has to find out for me whether my son Muħammad bin Qāsim is still alive or they have already killed him successfully.”
“I don’t think they would be such damn fools.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās said, “Muħammad bin Qāsim is Durgesh’s sālā, brother in law. They won’t kill him ever as killing a sālā, a brother in law, of Durgesh would turn Durgesh into their irrevocable executioner.”
“What about my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“She is my live in relationship partner now.” I said, “None can prove Al Kubrah Al Qāsim has really murdered her younger brother. They can’t prove the dead bodies they have found are really of you both. It’s not easy for them to prove corpus delicti even. How the hell can then they prosecute my wife Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“Thank you, my son. Thank you very much.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wiped his tear-filled eyes with a handkerchief, “I thought they are continuously succeeding despite your open interest in protecting my family and me. Muħammad bin Qāsim and me, both of us, had to run away and had to resort to go under cover. Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is a fugitive from justice. Even I am not safe here too. They have murdered someone downstairs…”
“Why?” I asked patiently, fucking Al Nādirah Al Åbbās wildly.
“What do you mean ‘why’?” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim shouted, “Isn’t that obvious?”
“Are you teasing me, Durgesh, my son?”
“Never. The opposite sex is still available to me. Why the hell would I tease you then?”
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās laughed.
Al Zāhid was also trying to hide his smile.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim subsided.
“You are a hell of a son in law.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim tried to suppress his own smile too. “It’s dangerous that a murder is right there downstairs. The more of a mystery they make of it, the longer the thing drags out the more notoriety I may get. I can’t afford it at all.”*
When we got home, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās showed me how much she appreciated my help.
As soon as we got to the living room, she had her hands on the waistband of my shorts and began to tug them down.
As they hit my knees and exposed my Uncut Hindu Cock, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās engulfed me in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and swallowed me deeply.
I could feel her Musalmān throat muscles working the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund as Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās deep throated me and then as she pulled me out, licked the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock, and sucked me until I shot my load of Hindu sperm into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās rolled it around in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, savoring the flavor for a bit before swallowing it.
“You know I never liked the taste of cum until I met you. Now I can’t get enough. If I didn’t like to feel it shooting in inside me I’d have you shoot in my mouth all the time. Now come on, let’s go to the bedroom so you can use that thing where it is intended to be used. I didn’t get any this morning because I got up too early.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās led me to the bedroom where she brought me back to hardness with her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth before she crawled on top of me and rode me to her own orgasm.
Then we both fell asleep for an early afternoon nap.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr left early the next morning to pick up their things and move them in to my house.
That left Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar alone with me for two days.
As we stood on the street and waved goodbye, Nishāt Nazli looked at me,
“So are you going to take care of us now or later?” She asked.
“Anytime you want.” I winked at her.
“I don’t know after the last time I was sore the rest of the day, but I will admit that met was worth it.” Zubaydah Bābar grinned.
I reached out, placed a hand on the back of each Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, and began to steer them to the house.
I continued to laugh and joke with them as I did.
I also had placed my hand on the ties of their Thong tops and as I walked with them, I grasped the end of each of the knots on their tops and suddenly pulled.
It worked perfectly my tug on the strings had untied the knots and a second pull had removed the tops from them.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stopped in surprise and stood in the middle of the street with their Musalmān tits hanging out, staring in surprise at me.
As they stared at me, I reached out as if to grab their bottoms.
Both realized they were topless in the middle of the street, and about to be bottomless also, at the same instant.
They squealed and ran for the house.
I chuckled and strolled in behind them twirling their tops as I walked.
As I mounted the stairs, I saw both Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli standing inside the house waiting for me, a cross between fury and mirth on their faces.
They saw the humor in the situation and it overshadowed the anger they normally would have shown.
As I walked through the door, they both were laughing already.
“You got us that time. Lucky it wasn’t later in the day when people would have been around.” Zubaydah Bābar admonished me with a laugh.
I just grinned,
“Well, I figured we could get started right away.” I said as I advanced toward them.
Nishāt Nazli started to back up but Zubaydah Bābar stood her ground and as I reached her, I lay a hand on her breast and began gently to rub it.
Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and sighed.
“OK you caught me now you can have your way with me.” As she spoke, Zubaydah Bābar started to pull the bottom of her thong off.
It hit the floor.
Zubaydah Bābar turned around and bent herself over the couch, exposing her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to me.
I wasted no time.
I dropped my shorts and stepped behind her.
Standing there with my Uncut Hindu Cock exposed I began to rub it in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips.
Zubaydah Bābar was wet and ready.
“Zubaydah Bābar, is your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot ever not wet?” I asked as I let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide around the outer lips and then up over her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass then back to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“It’s wet whenever I’m around that Uncut Hindu Lund of yours.” Zubaydah Bābar winked at me impishly.
I chuckled and then in a single thrust speared her with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I let it sit for a minute and then began slowly to pump on her, letting my hard Uncut Hindu Cock slide in and out of her sopping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Zubaydah Bābar groaned in appreciation of the Hindu monster that was working her.
Zubaydah Bābar moved over to the couch and kneeled on it in front of Nishāt Nazli as I fucked her and offered Nishāt Nazli her massive Musalmān tits.
Nishāt Nazli began to suck her friend’s Musalmān tits as she was being fucked from behind.
As Nishāt Nazli sucked and licked, her nipples Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and savored the attention.
“Durgesh, Zubaydah Bābar likes it really hard and fast. She likes to be fucked like she’s getting raped.” Nishāt Nazli told me.
I looked at Zubaydah Bābar and not knowing if Nishāt Nazli was putting me on or not, decided to take a chance.
I slowly pulled myself out of Zubaydah Bābar until my Uncut Hindu Cock was just resting at the entrance to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and paused.
Then I rammed forward as hard as I could and pulled back and repeated the stroke.
Zubaydah Bābar grunted hard with each Hindu slam her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot got.
She released Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit from her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and looked back over her shoulder.
“Yeah. Bravo. Wallah, that’s how I like it, slam me, hurt me. Uhhhh… Give me some pain to go with it. FUCK ME, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Zubaydah Bābar managed to get out between my Hindu thrusts.
I kept up the violent pounding.
“So you like it rough!” I said then I drew my hand back from her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hip and smacked her hard across her ass.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and I did it again.
All the while plowing my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and banging away.
I smacked her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass again and again then reached down and grabbed some of the tender flesh at her inner thigh, near her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and pinched and twisted.
It sent a wave of pain through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and into her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body and I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clamp onto my Uncut Hindu Cock and cum on me.
“So bitch, you like it hurt do you.” I started banging even harder on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, and Zubaydah Bābar started to cum again.
Now as I fucked Zubaydah Bābar I reached around, grabbed her nipple, and twisted it. “Like that do you?” I asked.
“Oh yeah. Fuck me hard. Hurt me, you old Hindu scoundrel, rape me.” Zubaydah Bābar screamed.
“Nishāt Nazli,” I commanded, “Get underneath this young Musalmān bitch and bite her Musalmān tit.”
Nishāt Nazli looked at me and hesitated.
“Do it.” I demanded.
Nishāt Nazli slid beneath her friend, took her nipple in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, and bit down, a love bite.
“Harder!” Zubaydah Bābar screamed as she grabbed a handful of Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit.
Nishāt Nazli hesitated and then bit down hard on her friend’s Musalmān tit.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and began to cum in a flood, her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body shook and shuddered as though she passed into a fit.
Nishāt Nazli slid out from under her friend and moved around behind her.
I had pulled out of her as she lost control and watched.
Nishāt Nazli could not believe the way the cum was running out of her friend, she stared in awe.*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had certainly acted against her younger brother, Muħammad bin Qāsim, before Muħammad bin Qāsim disappeared.
It was even before she met me as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s friend, not Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s.
It was the meeting when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim decided to fuck me managing her car’s distributor incidence.
She had to.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was with her when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim entered my private office.
He was trailing along behind Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
It was more than obvious that Muħammad bin Qāsim was being led, instead coming there voluntarily.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s attitude was one of elder sisterly indignation.
“Durgesh, I know your beloved, my younger sister, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, isn’t with us. Yet, I can’t tell it to Al Zakāt Al Qāsim. It’s a delicate matter about our younger brother.”
I looked at Muħammad bin Qāsim’s sullen, hostile, features.
“Just a minute,” I warned Al Kubrah Al Qāsim gravely, “I already have a client in this case. Legally I am disqualified to represent you as your lawyer without my client’s express permission. Please don’t tell me anything in confidence. I may not be legally free to help you.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim produced an envelope that had a hand written address on it.
I scrutinized it carefully.
The address on the sealed envelope was mine and I was sure it was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting.
I opened the envelope myself.
It contained a letter in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting that he had retained me as the family lawyer. I had to represent every family member. If I was not qualified legally to represent some family member, I can engage any advocate to assist me in the court.
A check for Ten million dollars was already given to me.
I smiled at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
“Alright, in the light of this express authority letter I can represent you too and anything you say to me is now privileged communication. You may shoot now.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me equally gravely now.
“You are my younger sister’s, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s, live in relationship partner. You are yourself a family member. This thing has been preying on my mind ever since I heard what Muħammad bin Qāsim said to the police. I thought at first, my duty was to back up my younger brother in a chivalrous, in a loyal and gallant attempt. In my opinion, Muħammad bin Qāsim was protecting a young woman’s good name. Then, when I began to think of how serious it might be…”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim paused, watched Muħammad bin Qāsim scrutinizing him judiciously, and continued,
“Because−well, because perhaps that murder is linked with it. I can’t keep quiet any longer.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled good-naturedly.
“What’s eating you? What’s got into you, Bājī?”*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim didn’t hesitate even a bit.
“You may think, Muħammad bin Qāsim, that your elder sister is throwing you to the wolves, but…”
“Never,” Muħammad bin Qāsim said gravely, “you just go ahead and tell Jījū what’s eating you. And don’t worry about me. Your younger brother is a big boy now, Bājī. I can take care of not only myself but yours too as well.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim kept looking anxiously at me.
“Don’t you think I’m doing the right thing, Durgesh?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Oh, go ahead and spill out to him whatsoever you want to. Let it be out of your system now. However, it doesn’t make any difference to me. I want everyone to understand it definitely and finally.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Durgesh, I don’t think he is telling the truth. Would you mind to explain to my foolish younger brother the importance of telling the truth in legal matter, especially when there’s a murder is involved?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled ironically.
“Have you been taking liberties with the truth, Muħammad bin Qāsim?” I asked, “Perhaps just fudging the least little bit.”
“Certainly not, Jījū. I’m not a damn fool enough to do that.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, I know that you have.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim contradicted him, “I tell you I heard that shot and got up. I looked in your room. You weren’t in your bed. You hadn’t been in your room.”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t speak even a single word.
Both Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his most dearest daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, were his most loyal followers.
Yet, there was a difference too in their following of Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was one of those rare Musalmān Beauties who still followed Imām Muħammad Ħasan, not Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, even while the tremendous success of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in Saůūdī Årab, now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat and in countless Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had claimed that even Al Jannat had Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in majority.
Even Ħuzūrs were actually a Hindu, not a Musalmān.
The Musalmīn means only the persons who are devoted and dedicated to establish peace everywhere even at the cost of self-sacrifice.
That’s what Al Shahādat fil Islam does mean, not for spreading any kind of imperialism whether Årab Imperialism whether Iranian or some other whatsoever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had further claimed that before 1857, there was Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere in majority.
The Pseudo Ummat-e-Muslimah has always been brought to minority, if not abolished.
That’s why there was such a perfect Hindu Muslim Unity before 1857.
The True Musalmīn never resorted to the communal interpretations of Al Qur’an Al Kareem, Al Aħādīs Al Muqaddasāt and Al Tārīkħ Al Islam.
They never interpreted ‘Wa lā tunkiħū al musharikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
‘And don’t marry polytheistic men to your women until they bring Īmān.’
−Al Qur’an Al Kareem: 2 Al Baqarah| 221,
−as ‘don’t marry Vedic Monotheist Hindus even.
To them, it was a månvī taħrīf, a distortion in meaning of Al Qur’an Al Kareem and deniable consequently, accordingly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had even offered Imām Muħammad Ħasan that she could manage his own mårāj, as Allah Rabbil Åālmīn Subħān wa tålā had arranged for Ħuzūrs.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could himself go in the past and watch himself the majority of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere with his own eyes.
He wanted to have both Al Kubrah Al Qāsim and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim with him in his time travel proposed thus, by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
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Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was as grateful to me as he could never be to anyone else.
None could believe it was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
He pleaded with Durgesh to protect him from his ever-greedy relatives or whoever the persons trying to prove him incompetent legally.
They could even murder him if they couldn’t prove him incompetent.
They had successfully staged the murder of Muħammad bin Qāsim framing his own most efficient daughter Al Kubrah Al Qāsim masquerading as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
And now they were spreading the rumors that Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand is the brain behind this conspiracy with Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā masterminding it all.
If Durgesh were not safeguarding Al Muħammad Al Qāsim it wasn’t any surprise Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would have been dead by now.*
And they say Durgesh is anti Muslim, Durgesh is communal.
They say Durgesh helps Musalmīn only when the Musalmīn let Durgesh fuck their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies.
Well, if even it is so, isn’t Durgesh better than his Musalmān sons in law and his ever greedy Musalmān relatives?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would never let Durgesh down.
Durgesh hasn’t let him down even for his ever-cunning Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
They say Durgesh helps only the Musalmān damsels in distress so that he can fuck them to satisfy his ever unquenchable infinite communal sexual Hindu lust for them.
Then why the hell Durgesh is helping Al Muħammad Al Qāsim against his ever cunning Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?
Isn’t Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, incredibly beautiful?
Isn’t she fucking Durgesh herself?
But isn’t Durgesh playing game with Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, too to safeguard Al Muħammad Al Qāsim?
Damn the anti Durgesh ever communal Pseudo Musalmīn.
Another Årab Sheikħ came hurrying from the room behind the curtained doorway.
“Welcome to the savior, welcome to the ever greatest son in law of the Al Qāsim Al Åbbās families.”
The Årab Sheikħ came forward, smiling respectfully.
Powerful shoulders pushed out a short, muscular arm.
Thick strong fingers grasped my hand.
“I’m Zāhid, Al Zāhid Al Saåīd.”
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim actually, lowered the lids of his eyes.
His skin was so transparent and wax like at the moment that he seemed almost as a corpse.
Then his eyes slowly opened.
The look of intense concentration had departed.
There was a smile on his lips now.
Moreover, in his eyes, there was a kindly twinkle.
“Forgive me, Durgesh my son, I need a good lawyer. I wanted to see if you really measured up.”
“Well,” I smiled, “Didn’t Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, your own daughter, told you about me?”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim watched my strong Uncut Hindu Lund coming out until head from Al Nādirah Al Åbbās’s Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and vanishing into the same again up to my balls.
“Well,” he smiled, “her need is different and my need is different.”*
I immediately saw what Bābarah Åālamgīr had been talking about.
She was all bubbly and energetic.
As she sat there and reviewed her plans with us, we smiled at each other.
“I figured if we leave around 7 AM tomorrow we will get to my place around noon or so. Then we can load everything up, and be gone, in an hour or so. Maybe more, so I can spend some time with my Ammī. However, I definitely want to be gone before Durgesh gets home. It won’t take long to load because all my stuff is still in the boxes from the dorm and in another 15 minutes or so, I’ll grab the few things left in my room. That will put us at your place in the late afternoon and we can either load up or wait and spend the night or if you want, we can get a motel room. Then come back the next day and be here for supper or maybe a little later.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās gushed out non-stop.
“So why are you so upbeat and happy today, you’re acting like you won the lottery?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked at her, then at me.
She smiled demurely and looked down before she said,
“Well, I spent last night with a really wonderful man and I saw parts of him I’ve never seen before. And it made me feel really special. Besides that, I realized how much Durgesh loves Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, and that not everyone is as distant and uncaring as my father is or as cold as my stepfather. I realized what a parent is supposed to be like and I am so happy to share some time with him. It is sickening isn’t it?” She giggled out the last statement.
I was a little cautious at her references to me.
I never did take praise well.
Bābarah Åālamgīr just looked at her friend.
She realized that whatever happened last night, her Hindu Stepfather must have opened up a little at least.
And where Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās had been a little hesitant before, she was now fully fledged in love with me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled and felt genuine warmth radiating from her friend and happiness.
Bābarah Åālamgīr felt happy for Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, as well as happy for me.
She decided that I was probably falling for Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, but in my own way.
Slowly and carefully, like a man driving down a hill riding the brakes all the way.
I would get there, but in my own good time.
Bābarah Åālamgīr decided that I was cautious enough so she changed the subject
“How are we going to get your car down here?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“That piece of junk probably wouldn’t survive the trip. I called my uncle and he’s giving me $500 for it so I can fix it for my cousin. Between that and the money, we got playing golf I have enough for a down payment. That’s the other surprise I bought a car this morning the guy who rents the trucks sells cars and I got a good deal.”
Now I stopped and suspicion and alarm in my voice I asked.
“Where did you buy this car?”
She looked at me, startled.
“At the lot down on the strip, Bayside Auto, Why, is everything Ok.”
“I don’t know. Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās I don’t want to stick my nose in your business. After all it is your money, but since you bought it from me it might be wise if I took a look at it.” I offered.
“Durgesh, isn’t that where you got my car?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“Yes it is. I only deal with him because I own the land my lot sits on and I lease it to him. He’s afraid if I jerk him around, I’ll close him down because he’s always behind in the rent. So if it’s Ok with you Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, we can take a ride down and talk to him.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās seemed a little crestfallen.
“Ok, I was going to talk to you first anyway but he made it sound like such a good deal and I had somebody coming to look at it this afternoon. I didn’t want to lose it and now I screwed up.”
“You may not have screwed up. Besides, if you did you are in good company because everybody that lives here has bought a car from him at one time or another and most regretted it. Therefore, you may have lots of company. Or maybe you got a good one like I did for Bābarah Åālamgīr.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and I got into my car and headed down to the used car lot.
“No matter what happens or what I say just don’t protest. We will work him a bit.” I admonished her on the drive down.
We parked the car, got out, and we immediately met a sales representative.
“Just tell Āftāb Aħmad that I am here.” I ordered.
“Well, Āftāb Aħmad’s a little busy right now. How can I help you?”
“You can help by doing what you’re told. Go tell Āftāb Aħmad that I am here and he will be pissed if he’s not out here in 30 seconds flat.”
The guy gave me a look that said I stepped in something bad and sauntered off to the office.
We could see someone peeking out through the blinds of the office and shortly Āftāb Aħmad came out of the building.
“Is that the guy you dealt with?” I asked Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
“That’s him.” She answered.
“Ok just smile and act excited.” I told her.
“Hey Durgesh, how’s it going? Is this little lady a friend of yours?”
“Yep she is. I just figured we could take a look at what she bought.”
“Well, I wish I had known that before I could have worked her a good deal on something better. I could cut a deal on that one over their or the blue one too.”
“Well Nasīm Muåāwiyah, you go look at the cars and tell Āftāb Aħmad which ones you really like and let’s see if I can make you happy today.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at the two men and then at the cars.
“Well I can’t afford much.”
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah, Āftāb Aħmad has a big markup on some of these. He can move a lot and on others, he can’t. Therefore, that’s why I said to pick a couple of them out and we’ll go over it. He’s going to do you a good deal because he’s a friend of mine. Right, Āftāb Aħmad?”
“That’s right. Let Little lady pick some car out and we’ll talk about it. But now that I know you’re a friend of Durgesh. I’m not going to let you have the one we talked about earlier. It’s not good enough for you.”
So reluctantly, Nasīm Muåāwiyah wandered off to look at the cars.
As she left, I turned to Āftāb Aħmad.
“Āftāb Aħmad, you owe me 6 months back rent so whatever she wants she is going to get and without her knowing that any of it is coming out of my pocket. I’m not going to gouge you but I want her happy! Understand.”
“Ah Durgesh, things have been slow. I’ll get the money to ‘ya like always.”
“I know you will and I’m going to get at least some of it today. And when I said Understand” that was not a question that was a statement. I never bust your balls about the rent. Now I’m getting a favor in return or I can let Firdaus send the sheriff down and padlock everything like she’s always bitching at me to do. You know I let her handle the rental properties and you know what a bitch she can be. So decide me or her.”
Āftāb Aħmad licked his lips and without further hesitation,
“Whatever I can do for you Durgesh, it’s yours. I know you work with her and I ain’t stupid enough to want to deal with Firdaus. I hate to complain but I really would like to rework the lease.”
“Cut her a good deal and if she doesn’t have any trouble with it, we will see in October. Fair enough?”
“Yep. But they are used cars, Durgesh.”
“Have I ever been unreasonable Āftāb Aħmad ?”
About then Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās walked up.
“Ok I like the black one over there and the blue one over there and I really like the red one but I know it’s more than I can afford.”
“Well, little lady, let’s go into the office and see what we can do. But I would rather not sell you the black one. It may have a tiny problem with the transmission.” And he turned and started for the office.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked at me.
“Did he just tell us the black one is a piece of junk?” she asked.
“Yeah, pretty much. He also told us the one you bought is junk. If it wasn’t he just would have wanted to cut the price for you rather than let me skim the cream off my lot.” I answered.
“I think I’m glad you made me come back here.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās said with relief in her voice.
We sat in the office and started to talk.
Āftāb Aħmad kept trying to push the blue car and the price he offered was attractive.
But I pointed out that she really like the red one.
“Well Durgesh, I got a lot into that car. it’s a little pricey. I paid almost $7500 for it and Nasīm Muåāwiyah said she doesn’t want to spend more than $5000.”
I looked at Āftāb Aħmad,
“I know where you got that car. You bought it from the Simmons kid before he shipped out overseas and you gave him $5000. Therefore, there is no reason in the world that, as a friend of mine, you can’t sell it to Nasīm Muåāwiyah here for $5500. You’re still making $500 off it. Yeah I know that you can probably get $9000 for it but what are friends for anyway.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās listened and then interrupted.
“Durgesh, I really did not want to spend that much. The payments are too high. I could afford it but it would be tight.”
“Honey, the payments are high because Āftāb Aħmad is charging 18% interest. The bank only charges 8 or 9% and I charge even less. All I want is sex. So let me loan you the difference.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās blushed crimson at my openness in front of a stranger but fell into step with me when she saw Āftāb Aħmad’s jaw drop open.
“That’s like threatening me with Ice Cream for dessert. I’ll give that to you and beg for more.”
Now Āftāb Aħmad was flabbergasted.
Here was his proprietor, older than he was who was talking about having sex with this Musalmān hottie that was young enough to be his daughter.
Some guys get all the luck.
I turned to him and nearly laughed aloud.
“You see Āftāb Aħmad, Nasīm Muåāwiyah is my girlfriend, she’s moving in with me. I care a lot about her and I want her to be happy. Therefore, she gets the red one for $5500. She already gave you $500 deposit, she’ll give you another $500 in a few days and the balance comes off what you owe me. End of discussion.”
One look at my face and Āftāb Aħmad only nodded.
He pulled out the forms for the transfer.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās left very happy and I even shook Āftāb Aħmad’s hand and thanked him.
I was happy because Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was happy.
On the way home, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās said.
“Thanks for helping me with that. I would have gotten screwed but good. I am also going to pay you back. I don’t want to be a freeloader or moocher. I will pay my own way. I didn’t want to argue back there but I want to get a loan for it. And give it to you.”
“You’re welcome and don’t worry about getting a loan. Āftāb Aħmad is habitually between 3 and 9 months behind on my rent and I don’t get any interest from him. Therefore, I won’t take it from you. I know you’ll pay me back. However, you don’t have to. I considered giving it to you as a gift but I figured you wouldn’t accept it. Therefore, it’s a loan and once you get a couple of paychecks you figure out how you want to pay me. Besides it was worth it to see Āftāb Aħmad’s face, when he realized this old Hindu man was bopping the young Musalmān hottie.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās started to laugh.
“He did nearly drop his teeth. Didn’t he?”*
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim/Al Åbbās Al Saåīd grasped the big rubber tires of the wheelchair, spun it in a quick turn, lunged forward with his thin shoulders, and, mustering surprising strength for the persons who didn’t know he wasn’t Al Åbbās Al Saåīd actually, sent the chair shooting back through the curtained doorway at such speed that the others, following along behind, were left hopelessly in the rear.
Only Al Nādirah Al Åbbās and I could follow him. We were in Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog.
We could hover ourselves even with more speed.
I have only to penetrate Al Nādirah Al Åbbās’s young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my almost infinite Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Lund, to the hilt.
I hadn’t even done the Prayog.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās did that as soon as I penetrated her.
The room beyond the curtained doorway was a well-furnished drawing room with mosaic floors, sumptuous rugs and lavished furniture.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim spun the wheelchair into a quick turn and stopped it instantly.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim handled his chair with the deft, expert skill born of long practice.
I couldn’t believe he could do it with the practice he could do after I chalked out the scheme for his safety.
It was obvious; Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was practicing it even before I advised him to do it.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās pushed her glorious nude Musalmān buttocks into my lap eloquently.
She was as if saying I told you that, watch yourself.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās suspected Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was practicing to replace her Abbū, Al Åbbās Al Saåīd, for a long time.
The question was Why?
“Relax, relax.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said in high-pitched, piping voice, “Don’t stand on formality, please. There isn’t any time. Durgesh, my boy, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, my child, relax now. Al Zāhid, sit down. Damn it. You make me nervous, hovering around over me. I’m not going to break in two.”
“What has happened?” I asked him patiently.
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Al Nādirah Al Åbbās rushed to me, put her beautiful young arms around my neck and kissed me full on my lips.
I hugged her wildly.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās felt me hardened.
She grinned mischievously and grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis.
I winked at her.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās laughed pleasantly melodically yet gracefully.
We undressed each other.
Next moment, I wasn’t fucking Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, instead, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās was fucking me wildly.
She had straddled me on my Uncut Hindu Penis.
Her glorious Musalmān buttocks were in wild up and down motions.
My ever erect Uncut Hindu Cock was penetrating Al Nādirah Al Åbbās’s young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
We fucked violently.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Hindu Piyā.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās said fucking me violently, “But Abbū is all worked up. Apparently, there’s been a shooting in the lower flat. Abbū is afraid officers will be swarming all over the place to interfere with what he wants to see you about. He says it’s dreadfully important and I’m commissioned to get a habeas corpus, mandamus, or whatever you lawyers call it, to see there at once. Abbū promises to pay you anything you want if you’ll come immediately.”
I smiled, playing with her young glorious Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
My Uncut Hindu Prick was visiting her young, twenty eight years old ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt ravenously itself.
She was kissing me wildly.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās was wilder and more ravenous in sex than Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was even, to the extent that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd couldn’t find anyway except to complain to Al Åbbās Al Saåīd that his daughter was disturbing her in her honeymoon with me.
“Can you tell me exactly what’s the nature of your Abbū’s business with me?” I asked smiling.
“Frankly I can’t, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. My Abbū is one of those rugged Årab individualists. I was to act intermediary.”
“He understands who is the perfect intermediary between him and me.” I winked at her.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās also winked at me,
“Doesn’t he? He understands very well how to make you Hindus work for us Musalmīn. You all the Hindus are crazy to fuck Musalmān Beauties. Well, Abbū provides you Hindus Musalmān Beauties as much as you want and keep you Hindus working for him nonstop with extraordinary loyalty to him.”
“And you think it’s only your Abbū’s policy?” I laughed, “Everyone successful Musalmān ruler, king, Bādshāh, Sultān, Nawāb, whatsoever his title was, successfully ruled Hindu dominant areas, using the same policy, in pre 1857 days.”
“Yes, I know.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās smiled triumphantly, “Mughal-e-Åāzam, Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar, learned this policy from Shérshāh Sūrī. He studied prudently why Shérshāh Sūrī was so successful in making Humāyūn run away from India to Iran. He found it and implemented in his realm. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan isn’t conceiving Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah out of a whole cloth ever first. She had studied prudently the tremendous miraculous success of the Mughal Empire in India. She found it was the Ashvinātam Hindu Muslim Unity. Aurangzeb tried to destroy it and destroyed the entire Mughal Empire consequently imprudently. East India Company took full advantage of it. It filled the Hindu households with British Beauties instead and managed to get the loyalty of the Hindu majority for East India Company instead of the then imprudent Musalmān rulers, gradually.”*
I woke the next morning, felt the warm soft presence next to me, and smiled.
It was when I rolled over that I got the surprise.
Instead of being it the black curly hair, I was getting used to; I saw a head of straight red hair.
There was only one redhead in the house, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
‘What the hell was Bābarah Åālamgīr doing here?
Was I blind last night?
Did I have sex with Bābarah Åālamgīr?’
All ran through my mind as a lump formed in my stomach.
I cautiously raised the sheet to peer underneath and found that as I had suspected, Bābarah Åālamgīr was in my bed, completely naked.
Nothing new about that however.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl wore clothes less often than she ran without, to seduce me of course.
I understood that.
I wasn’t born yesterday.
I dropped the sheet, layback for a minute to try to clear the sleep out of my head, remembered what happened and why Bābarah Åālamgīr was there.
I lay there quietly for a good 10 minutes before I gave up.
The last I remembered was making love to Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās for what seemed like forever and falling asleep in her arms.
I had absolutely no recollection of Bābarah Åālamgīr being involved and I knew I had not been blind.
The evening’s memories were too clear for that.
So why was Bābarah Åālamgīr there?
I had two options.
I could slip out of bed, find Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and ask her.
In that case, I might run into Zubaydah Bābar or Nishāt Nazli and then might have to explain why Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, was naked in my bed.
On the other hand, I could wake Bābarah Åālamgīr and ask her.
The second option gave me more control of the situation and less potential for embarrassment.
Therefore, it was a no-brainer.
I turned onto my side facing her and gently shook her awake.
“Oh, hi Durgesh, good morning. How long have you been awake?” She asked me as she woke.
“Just a few minutes. I lay here trying to figure out why you’re in my bed.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr giggled,
“Did I give you a start?”
“Yeah, a little. You know I never drink and I know when I fell asleep Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was here. So when and how did you get here?”
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās woke me around 5:30 this morning. I don’t know what you did to her last night but she was all happy and bubbly. It was disgusting so early in the morning. All she wanted to talk about was planning to go get our stuff and bring it here. I finally told her that whatever she decided was fine as long as she let me go back to sleep. She had me out in the living room and I tried to lie on the couch but it was cold. Therefore, I crawled in with you to keep warm. She left around 7:30 to go rent a truck or something.”
“A truck? How much stuff do the two of you have?” I asked suddenly picturing my house jammed with all kinds of junk.
Bābarah Åālamgīr giggled again.
“Don’t worry, not that much. She just figured that if we made one trip we wouldn’t be able to get it in my car so we’re going to get one of those little trucks. It’s just our clothes and stereo and stuff.”
“Clothes? You mean the two of you actually wear clothes. I didn’t even know you owned any?” I teased her.
Nude Bābarah Åālamgīr pulled nude me into a hug as she giggled again,
“Oh Durgesh, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Of course, we have clothes; we’re Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls. Aren’t we?”
I sighed as I felt her great Musalmān tits push into my chest.
Bābarah Åālamgīr had thrown her Musalmān leg up over mine so I was certain I could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot pressing against my thigh.
Her Musalmān leg was only inches from my Uncut Hindu Lund that had gotten hard as a rock.
As soon as I realized Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s naked daughter was in bed with me and had not receded yet, I looked at the clock.
It was 9:30 already.
“I’m going to get up and get a shower.” I announced as a means of extricating myself from the situation.
“Oh good. I’ll join you again. That was fun yesterday.” Bābarah Åālamgīr chirped.
I groaned inwardly.
I was trying to get away from the naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān nymph and she wanted to share my shower.
I thought about declining but did not want to seem to push her away.
Besides, nothing really had happened yesterday.
I just would have to behave myself and make sure she did also.
We headed to the bathroom together.
I started the shower and adjusted the water temperature.
Then when I turned around, I was greeted by the sight of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, sitting on the toilet and the unmistakable sound of urine hitting the water.
She had just sat down and gone without any thought to my being there and I had had to go also but was going to ask her for a little privacy before going.
Apparently, she didn’t feel privacy was important.
As I watched, she wiped herself and stood up, took me by my hand and stepped into the shower pulling me in with her.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, I have to pee too.” I protested.
“So go ahead but you are all wet now. Therefore, you might as well go in here. It all goes to the same drain anyway.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled innocently.
Then she got that devilish look in her eye.
“Can I aim it for you?”
“No, you can’t aim it for me. I’m not used to having people watch me use the toilet. I’ve been going by myself for over 62 years, I think I can manage.” I told her.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked down, mischievously, at the floor, and her lower lip stuck out in a pout.
I realized that I had been a little harsher on her than I should have been and probably hurt her feelings.
“I’m sorry honey; you just caught me by surprise.”
Then I sighed,
“Ok you can aim it for me.”
I saw a smile cross her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face and I closed my eyes trying to pretend she wasn’t there.
I felt Bābarah Åālamgīr grasp my Hindu manhood and I relaxed to release a stream of urine.
“Oh wow that’s neat.”
I could feel Bābarah Åālamgīr directing it this way and that and smiled to myself.
Then I felt a shift in her position and opened my eyes just as she started to giggle.
“Feels weird.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said as I looked down and saw that she was directing my stream into her open mouth, giggling the whole time.
I was struck dumb, not knowing what to say or do.
I was pissing into Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s open Musalmān mouth and she was enjoying drinking it.
“Who’s the pervert here?” ran through my mind as my stream subsided and she released me.
She leaned over and kissed me.
“Thanks Durgesh. That was fun. I never did that before.”
Then with that pronouncement, Bābarah Åālamgīr picked up the soap, began to lather her hands up and then rub them on my body.
Suddenly all other thoughts were gone from my head as Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, began to run her hands over my naked skin.
She started on my front at my shoulders and washed chest, my sides and me downwards and then to my stomach.
Instead of continuing down to my Uncut Hindu Cock as she had the previous day she urged me to turn around and she did my back moving down and massaging the soap into my ass cheeks then she reached around and began to wash my privates.
Just as Bābarah Åālamgīr had the day before she stroked me while she did it and fondled my balls.
The difference is this time she didn’t seem to want to stop.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was stroking me intently with a firm grip on my Uncut Hindu Cock and I knew that if she didn’t stop soon I was going to blow my load.
“I think it’s clean enough.” I offered even though part of me, a large part, screamed to let her continue.
Bābarah Åālamgīr just released me, moved down and soaped up my legs then rinsed me off.
“My turn.” she announced as she turned around so I could do her back.
I picked up the soap and lathered up.
Then I started on her shoulders and worked my way down her back.
I spent a lot of time washing her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass off, rubbing it and massaging it and she enjoyed the attention as she stuck it out for me.
The more I rubbed the more she stuck it out. Then reluctantly I proceeded down her Musalmān legs and washed her Musalmān legs and feet before continuing upwards.
I reached her sex and hesitated, in my aroused state I only hesitated to fight off the ‘incestuous’ (?) impulses I was having.
So that when I touched her sex, it was as someone bathing her not seducing her.
She felt the difference in the touch and was disappointed.
As horny as she had become now, Bābarah Åālamgīr wanted more contact.
She had been so turned on by holding me while I peed she could not resist stepping into the stream and playing it over herself.
It got her so hot she nearly came.
But now I had washed her sex and reached between her Musalmān legs to get her there.
She spread them and squatted down a bit so I would touch her most private parts and felt the tingle run through her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body .
I withdrew my hands and continued up to her stomach.
Finally, I ran my hands over her chest.
I lingered on her Musalmān tits gently massaging her nipples.
Bābarah Åālamgīr stepped back and leaned against me.
I hesitated but continued to rub her Musalmān tits, occasionally running a hand down and over her sex again.
My touch had changed again.
I was no longer bathing her now I was caressing her.
It was foreplay now.
Bābarah Åālamgīr knew it and she loved it.
Bābarah Åālamgīr slowly reached her hand behind her and stroked my thigh as I caressed her and then she slipped that hand up between them and let it gently wrap around my Uncut Hindu manhood.
Slowly she began to stroke me as I touched her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
My touch became more insistent and soon I was tweaking her nipples with one hand and cupping her sex with the other.
Then without warning and probably by accident I touched her ravenous Musalmān clit with my finger and that little touch caused her to release her pent up frustration.
A stream of juice rolled from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as orgasm overwhelmed her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
Bābarah Åālamgīr grasped me harder and pumped me in her bliss and I was so close I too came shooting my Hindu sperm all over her back.
She felt it hit her back.
The realization that my Hindu seed was running down her, that she had caused it, struck her and her orgasm, instead of subsiding, renewed.
Then we were both quiet and we held each other involuntarily.
Bābarah Åālamgīr could feel my Hindu body was tense against hers and she knew I was not ready for this.
Therefore, she had to ease the guilt.
“I’m sorry Durgesh. I didn’t mean to… I mean I didn’t plan on it.”
I shushed her.
“It’s Ok. We both know we should have stopped sooner. My fault too.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr leaned back to me and pushed closer.
“No, I should not try to tempt you like this, but I like being with you so much. It’s fun. I just didn’t intend to let it go. At least it’s not as we did anything like oral or fucked or anything. We just were carried away a little. Ok?”
“Yeah. Ok honey.” I answered.
“You’re not going to go on a guilt trip on me or anything. Are you?” She asked and turned to face me.
I smiled at her.
“No. No guilt trip.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled back and hugged me to her.
“Good, and one last thing. Now I know why Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās doesn’t want to let you go. No one has ever given me an orgasm that easily before. You are great.”
I smiled as Bābarah Åālamgīr looked back at me.
“Well, I think we’re clean enough, let’s get out and get some breakfast.” I offered.
Bābarah Åālamgīr almost blew it that time because she lost control.
I was feeling guilty and that was the last thing she wanted.
Luckily, she turned it around and made it Ok.
She continued to chastise herself as we dried each other off and went out to get something to eat.
We found a note from Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli.
They were at the beach and let the sleepy heads waste the day it said.
Therefore, we ate and chatted.
Just as we were finishing Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās returned.*
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās was now on her knees and elbows and I was fucking her from her gorgeous nude behind.
We walked through the door.
The Årab Sheikħ that had opened the door, only smiled in greeting.
It was Ved Nagar.
It was a Dream City of Posthumans, Para Humans, the immortals.
Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog was normal here.
Capable persons, the Årab Sheikħ thought.
They can do anything.
After all, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully brought down the age-old kingdom of Al Saåūds.
Now, there’s Democracy in former Saůūdī Årab too.
It’s not Saůūdī Årab any more.
It’s now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat now.
Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog is normal there too now.
The Posthumans, the Para Humans, the immortals.
Are they really?
Allah knows better.
They say they can’t live without Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog.
Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun.
Is qayāmat nearby?
Allah knows better that too.
Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun.
We entered the elevator.
The door was swung quietly shut behind us by the swift moving Årab Sheikħ.
Leaving the elevator, I heard the sound of rubber tired wheels rolling rapidly along the mosaic floor.
The same high-pitched reedy voice I had heard over the phone said.
“It’s all right, Al Salīm. Don’t bother. I’ll make it.”
Then a wheelchair shot through a curtained doorway.
An emaciated, thin, hand applied a brake, and Al Nādirah Al Åbbās and I found ourselves scrutinized by a pair of piercing gray eyes, deep-set beneath shaggy brows, in a face that seemed all skin and bones.
The man in the wheelchair gave the impression of boundless nervous energy.
It was as though the strength that had been denied the body had gone into nervous vitality.
So intense was the concentration in those gray eyes that the man seemed to forget entirely the amenities of the situation.
He ignored Al Nādirah Al Åbbās utterly and completely.
She was his daughter.
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd devoted all his attention to study me.
He was as if asking in silence whether, even now, it was possible to recognize Al Åbbās Al Saåīd’s true identity.
Was it possible for anybody to recognize him as Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, the former managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company?
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The telephone rang.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shifted her nude legs on my nude shoulders, raised her glorious young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, swallowed my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely up to my balls into her young ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and picked up the receiver.
“Hello,” she smiled nicely fucked by me until her heart’s content.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t know how ravenous she was.
Now, Durgesh is fucking her nonstop in this body.
It was Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Antarvyom, Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Interspace that is.
Then, shielding the mouthpiece with her hand, she smiled at me.
“This is he on the phone now. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd. Says he sent his daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, to explain matters, and he’d like to talk with you personally.”
I nodded acquiescence to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, took the receiver from her, and said.
“Yes, Durgesh speaking.”
I heard a thin, high-pitched voice saying in a crisp, meticulous accuracy of enunciation.
“Mr. Durgesh, this is Al Åbbās Al Saåīd. If you remember we met on a ship when you were in your Honeymoon with your then latest young live in relationship partner, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.”
“Oh, yes, sure,” I said with enthusiasm, “How do you do Mr. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd? And how’s your excellent exquisite beautiful daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās?”
“You do certainly have some magic, on young Musalmān Beauties I mean.”
“I beg your pardon, sir?”
“My daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, is constantly trying to convince me now that you are the ever best husband for her, I mean ever best live in relationship partner.”
“Sir, you are certainly kidding me?” I laughed.
“Oh no, my boy, never. I’m not as a damn fool as to kid you ever. You have to succumb to my daughter’s wishes, I’m afraid.”
“Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!”
“That’s right. Al Nādirah Al Åbbās is incurably in love with you. I’m afraid you have to oblige her.”
“But sir, you know I’m sixty three and your daughter is only twenty eight, so…”
“Love doesn’t see any age difference, my boy. Love doesn’t see any age difference. You must have anticipated it already when on that grand ship, your then latest live in relationship partner, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, complained to me that Al Nādirah Al Åbbās is causing trouble in her honeymoon with you.”*
I smiled cunningly.
“Well, your daughter requested us to join in our honeymoon. Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd consented out of courtesy. How the hell could I refuse?”
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd laughed patronizingly.
“That’s the blunder you both had done. I’m surprised how the hell both of you forgot−
Once with Durgesh,
all the rest is trash.’−
I’m sorry, my boy. You provided the ever-best sex to my daughter. And now you have to provide it to her forever.”*
I was sated and content.
Moreover, it appeared that, they were also satiated and contents themselves.
Zubaydah Bābar was lying there trying to catch her breath and regain control of her muscles.
Nishāt Nazli was on her side.
She was closely watching the two of us, gently running her hand, over my chest and belly.
Zubaydah Bābar had a contented look on her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face and a dreamy look in her eyes.
I turned to her.
“How about you? Did you enjoy yourself?”
Zubaydah Bābar smiled and instead of answering, bent her head down.
Zubaydah Bābar took my somewhat deflated Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth and gently sucked me clean, removing the remnants of her own cum and her friends’ along with mine that, had clung to me.
When Zubaydah Bābar finished cleaning me, she moved up and kissed me.
Only then did she answer.
“I enjoyed it so much that I will be your sex slave for life. If you ever want anything sexual, you just take me any way you want. In my mouth, in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, with my hand, my Musalmān tits, or even in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass. It’s all yours, forever, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I never even heard of such a control any man can have ever.”
Nishāt Nazli heard her and giggled.
“That is coming from one of the most domineering women around and also from one who never let anybody near her extremely beautiful, ever sacred, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān asshole in her life. It must have been good.”
Zubaydah Bābar smiled and defended herself,
“I’m not domineering, we just never did it right. For the first time in my life I got fucked the way you’re supposed to.”
“I can’t argue with that.” Nishāt Nazli answered. “However, I admit, I have never felt so well fucked in my life. How the hell did Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās get so lucky as to be able to lay claim to Durgesh?”
“Just be glad. She’s willing to share.”
“Tell me Durgesh darling,” Nishāt Nazli smiled, “does Bābarah Åālamgīr know what a superb, what a grand lay her Hindu old man is?”
I heard the probing behind the question.
“Not unless Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās told her.” I answered. “She’s Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, Eīshānāý Param Brahmñé Paramātmané. I would have a hard time doing that.”
Zubaydah Bābar picked up the thread.
“But she is such a hottie, how could you resist.”
“I’ll admit that at times it is hard, but she’s still Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr. Yet you’re right she is a hottie. If she weren’t Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, I would not hesitate even a moment to bed her.”
The three of us lay in bed talking, cuddling, and fondling each other for a while before I looked at the clock.
“Hell, it’s after 4:00 I wonder where Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr are. We expected them to be home after lunch. Come on let’s get up and get the cum washed off ourselves.”
The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli, groaned.
“We don’t want to get up we want to lay here with you, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Zubaydah Bābar requested.
“Ok I’ll tell you what; I’ll wash your back for you.” Nishāt Nazli offered.
“What about my front?” I asked with a grin.
“Only, if you’re a good Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls-fucker Hindu.” Nishāt Nazli winked at me, “Promise you’d never say ‘no’ to any twenty eight Musalmān Beauty.”
“That’s not possible.” Zubaydah Bābar laughed teasing me, “Durgesh doesn’t enjoy the young Musalmān Beauties not of his own age, optimum.”
I slapped Zubaydah Bābar on her nude Musalmān buttocks playfully.
“Allah! Oops!” Zubaydah Bābar protested in mock.
Zubaydah Bābar exclaimed as she jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom.
The three of us crowded in the shower.
The hot water ran over us and true to her word, Nishāt Nazli washed down Zubaydah Bābar with soft loving strokes.
I covered their nude Musalmān bodies in rich lather and then Nishāt Nazli rinsed them off.
Before we turned the water off, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls took the soap from me and returned the favor, paying special attention to my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls.
It was my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was once again hard and at attention.
Neither of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful Musalmān girls could resist.
In addition, as they finished washing me, Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli, both got on their knees.
They took turns sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund into their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouths and doing their best to give me a superior blowjob.
After a long time, they finally gave up getting a load of my Hindu cum out of me.
“I’ve had so much sex today. You two have just worked the last of it out of me earlier. I want to enjoy some rest now. It’ll be a while before I would want to make it more.”
They both were disappointed, but accepted the compliment that they had worn me out earlier and used me up.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli, both strutted out of the bathroom satisfied that they had left nothing for anybody else at least for a while.
I finished in the bathroom, pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt, and headed for the kitchen.
It was getting late and I wanted to get something out for dinner for the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls.
I settled on some chicken breast I had in the freezer and chuckled at the label on the package the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls had wrapped from what I had bought.
“Chicken Musalmān tits – 5” on one line and underneath it “2 ½ babes”.
That had to be Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s sense of humor.
Just about then, I heard the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls come in.*
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd smiled.
“I have given my address to your nowadays most beloved young Musalmān live in relationship partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I presume she has recorded it. Apparently, a murder was committed, in the flat below mine, sometime last night. The place is crawling with police. For certain reasons I can’t explain on the phone, I want to talk with an attorney. As I had already to call you in connection with my daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, I now need you for this another matter more. I’ve been thinking about it for several days. I think now it’d be better if I get it disposed of now before the police start messing into my private affairs unnecessarily. Can you be kind enough to come out here immediately? I am confined to a wheelchair. Consequently, it’d be a great trouble to me to come to you instead.”
“Who is murdered?”
“I don’t know, neither it makes any difference to me who the hell the victim was. The identity of the murdered person is highly immaterial except as it will interfere with what I have to do.”
I decided to conduct a psychological experiment.
“Do you think you’ll be suspected of complicity, involvement, in the murder?”
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd’s close-clipped accents said scornfully.
“Hell, of course.”
“Then why all the hurry about seeing me?”
“It’s a matter entirely different, my dear son in law.” Al Åbbās Al Saåīd laughed, “I told you already I can’t explain it in the damned phone. Come here and let me feel safe in discussing it with you. It’s as important as I’m willing to pay you any highest fee within reason, despite the fact that you are my son in law now. I want you here in person. Your new young live in relationship partner, my daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, is already on the way to bring you here.”
“Okay, as soon as Al Nādirah Al Åbbās gets here I’ll be right out.”
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās reached there even before I could put the receiver back on the cradle.*
Bābarah Åālamgīr called up the steps.
“We’re home, be up in a minute.”
A few minutes later Bābarah Åālamgīr and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās topped the steps.
Both ran to me and embraced me in a hug.
“Well, it looks like I was missed. It’s good to see you both too.” I laughed.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!, I’m so excited. Can Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and I talk to you for a few minutes? We’ll get some drinks and sit on the deck.” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“Sure, but what’s the occasion?”
“Let’s go outside first and get comfortable.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās offered.
Each of them grabbed a drink, went, and sat outside at the patio table.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!, we didn’t go to see Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās‘s aunt today.” Bābarah Åālamgīr admitted. “We went for Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s job interview.”
“Oh, and by your mood when you got home I guess things went well.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās bubbled,
“Things went great. But we wanted to talk to you. We want to stay here with you. If we can that is?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr cut in right away.
“As boarders, we don’t want to be moochers we want to pay our own way.”
“If we went together we could afford a place for the two of us to share but, since you’re already here and we all seem to get along Ok, it would be cheaper for us to stay here and pay you. Then if it doesn’t work out we could still find a place to rent later.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās interjected.
“We know it’s a surprise and sudden and all but we didn’t want to say anything until we had the job.” Bābarah Åālamgīr added.
“Well, it’s not as much of a surprise as you might think.” I admitted. “I intentionally arranged the paper so the Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad article was on top. Then I noticed the section was missing and I put two and two together. I would love to have the two of you stay here with me. I obviously have lots of room, so even when we get on each other’s nerves, we can have plenty of space for us. As far as boarders go, if we just work out something with the food and the telephone bill then I’ll be happy.”
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stared at me.
“You mean you knew all along that we were going for job here? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“You never mentioned it. Therefore, I figured you did not want me to know. So I minded my own business.” I offered.
Bābarah Åālamgīr got up and kissed me on my lips, not as a stepdaughter would, as a loving woman would instead.
She grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis too, and squeezed it significantly.
“Thanks Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I love you. We have to go to orientation next week and find out where we will be, like what grades we will teach and all. For now we don’t know much except we will start after Labor Day.”
“Ok, but just remember honey that if you want something in particular, I do know people here. Maybe I can help.” I offered. “Also your Ammī is not going to be happy. Feel free to blame it on me. She’ll assume I lured you away anyway.” I smiled at her.
“I’m not looking forward to telling her and I may just take you up on that.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled and headed into the house, leaving me alone with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
It was prearranged and I knew it.
We had to talk and she was hesitant.
“I wanted to talk to you alone. That’s why Bābarah Åālamgīr left. About us, I mean about what is going to happen with us. I mean living here together. I mean…” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās stumbled.
“I picked it up for her.”Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, do you have a working crystal ball, or a machine that looks into the future or something?” I paused as she shook her head, “Neither do I. I know where you’re trying to go with this and what you’re trying to say. For now, I enjoy you being here and I enjoy having you in my bed. I really don’t see that changing anytime soon. Despite my reputation, I am not a love’em and leave’em type of guy. My biggest trouble is that you’ll get tired of hanging around with an old Hindu man and meet some young stud and dump me.”
She smiled at me.
“I don’t think any of those young studs could hold a candle to you.”
I smiled back.
“Thank you. Yet as I said for now we just see how it goes. I am very quickly growing very fond of you. Yet for me, to sit here and tell you that I am in love with you and you’re the one and only, I’m sorry I can’t do that, not yet at least. But even if things don’t work out and you don’t want to share my bed then fine, we have plenty of bedrooms here and I will always care about you and you’ll always be Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s friend and that means a lot. Now does that cover all the things you wanted to talk about?”
“Pretty much,” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled, “except how were Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar today?” She smiled with a leer. “Did they attack you and rape you?”
“I didn’t give them a chance. I attacked them myself first. I think I wore them out.” I offered.
Now Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās laughed,
“That’s why they were asleep when we got home then. But were they good, I mean, better than me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl. You are, and I am not exaggerating, one of the best lovers I have ever had. That is probably because everything is new to you and you enjoy it so much. But making love to you is, really great.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās beamed with pride and satisfaction as she got out of her chair and sat on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a tender kiss on my lips.
“Thanks, even though I know you’re exaggerating to make me feel better.”
“Well I’m not exaggerating. But the fact is that one session with you is more satisfying than both of them. Not that it wasn’t fun. Mind you I won’t lie and Yeah I’d probably do it again but. I’d rather have you.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās kissed me hard and passionately.
Then pulling back asked,
“Have you thought anymore about what I said last night about Bābarah Åālamgīr?”
I paused then answered.
“Yes, I have. Moreover, it’s a decision I will make in my own time and when I’m ready. Until now, I loved Bābarah Åālamgīr as my own daughter, yaar. Why don’t you understand? It’s not easy to change my view so fast and accept Bābarah Åālamgīr as a replacement wife to her Ammī.”
“But Bābarah Åālamgīr is NOT your daughter.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās shouted furiously, “And she is not responsible for what you thought of her. How is she? Why can’t she get the best man available even to her friends too?”
“Give me more time, please!”
“Bābarah Åālamgīr would replace your wife, her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb. And that is final.”
I sighed helplessly.
“Now, please stop it.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās could tell by my tone and demeanor that it was not a topic open to discussion right now.
“Ok, I didn’t mean to interfere. I just love you both and want you both to be happy.”
“I know. No harm done.” and I kissed Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās on her quivering crimson Musalmān lips. “When are you going to tell your Ammī and Abbū?”
“My Abbū won’t care but I’ll call him eventually. I was going to call my Ammī tonight.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled to normalize the environment.
“Well why don’t you go call her now? Use my office if you want privacy.” I offered.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās agreed and left to make her call.
Bābarah Åālamgīr must have been lurking not too far away, because as soon as Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās left Bābarah Åālamgīr walked back in.
“Well, how did it go?” she asked.
“Good, I think. I just told her the truth. We’ll see how things go. But for now she is welcome and wanted in my bed.” I answered.
“She really likes you Durgesh. She was so excited about staying and scared that you wouldn’t want her at the same time. I think she’s falling in love with you.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
“I think you’re right, and I’m getting real used to having her around. But I’ve not had the greatest luck with relationships in my life so we’ll take it slow and easy.” I told her.
Bābarah Åālamgīr moved to me and sat on my lap.
With a hug, she told me,
“I love you Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! and I think it’ll work out fine. You just worry too much. I’m glad Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās makes you happy. I can see she does and I have never known her to be so upbeat and bubbly in the four years I have known her. You’re good for each other.”
“Ok Miss Matchmaker. Now I guess we have to find somebody for you.” I teased.
“No, if you still want to pretend that you don’t understand I’ve already found my man, right now I don’t want anybody. I have a new life, new job, new home and I have my Durgesh back.” Bābarah Åālamgīr sighed as she hugged me tighter.
I ran my hands down her back.
“Why don’t you go call your Ammī and get that over with? If she wants to scream at me I’ll talk to her.”
“Ok but you know I was really looking for a way not too.” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed.
“Well, I think Jamīlah Aurangzeb would catch on if you didn’t come home for a couple of weeks.” I laughed too.
Both the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls went and made their respective phone calls.
In some ways, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s was easier although probably more emotionally draining.
Her Ammī claimed to be happy for her and glad she found a job but disappointed it was so far from home.
She spoke to her stepfather who only wanted to know when she was going to get her shit out so he could turn the room into a den.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās promised him it would be soon.
It was his rejection of her that hurt her.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās had always tried to be a good daughter to him, respected him and even loved him.
But he had always treated her like a fifth wheel.
He expressly rejected her attempts at being a family.
He was good to her Ammī but unhappy about the baggage that went with the Live in relationship.
Now he was plain happy that Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was gone.
It was that rejection that hurt Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
Bābarah Åālamgīr called her Ammī and as I had predicted she accused me of stealing her daughter and warned her about my sinful ways.
In addition, how Bābarah Åālamgīr could not depend on me and on and on.
It was tiring to Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She had heard it for four years and had begun to form her own opinion of why our Live in relationship broke up.
Besides, her Ammī had returned to her Abbū, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was a Qur’an thumper and he was quickly converting her Ammī once more into a communal Musalmān woman.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was just as glad that she would not have to listen to the sermons.
But she let her Ammī rant on and then told her she would be up for the rest of her things soon.
I did talk to my ex-wife, Jamīlah Aurangzeb.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb did accuse me of all kinds of things.
But after four years of divorce and 20 years of Live in relationship I was immune to it.
I just sat with a glass of juice and let her scream for half an hour, teasing Jamīlah Aurangzeb now and then impishly, and enjoying it very much.
Then I hung up.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was laughing.
She kissed me again on my lips, squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund and thanked me for pissing her Ammī off.
After talking to both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls about their respective conversations I decided it would be best to get it over with and get them moved in.
Neither Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl wanted to give up a couple of days of vacation time.
I pointed out we would have the rest of the summer and that Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar would keep me company.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās remarked that she was afraid of that.
When Zubaydah Bābar overheard it, she told Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās not to worry.
I wore the two of them out in one afternoon and they would probably spend the time hiding from my Hindu monster and me.
That brought a laugh all around.
That night we sat, planned, and talked.
We all went to bed fairly early.
I could sense Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s melancholy mood as I got into bed.
I drew up beside her and snuggled close.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās clung to me for the emotional warmth.
We lay together for a while just touching and then I told her,
“I’m glad you’re going to stay. I was going to ask you to spend the summer at least.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked at me in the darkness,
“I didn’t know that, or that you felt that way.”
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, I don’t know what Bābarah Åālamgīr told you about her Ammī and me. In fairness, I never told Bābarah Åālamgīr a lot of it. I just didn’t want her to be caught in the middle. But I loved her Ammī when we got living in Live in relationship and as things went on I suffered one disappointment after another until she was so emotionally cold toward me I gave up. It hurt me a lot. Therefore, I guess I am not going to allow myself to get hurt again. I care for you a lot and I can’t describe how glad I am to have a chance to let this develop into something nice. You just have to give me lo