Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 21
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Al Jihad Al Vaqār glanced about the spacious office once more.
Was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī shrewd enough to play all these games?
Was it possible he deliberately gave her his media empire?
His father, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, had put a restrictive clause in his will about his flagship paper, The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
His younger sister, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s aunt, Doctor Al Saåīdah Al Qamar, was herself interested in purchasing The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had requested his father to have The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah even if he gave his three fourth estate to his elder sister, Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī.
His father, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, allowed him to have it for a trial year.
In that trial year, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had to prove his competence on his aunt, Doctor Al Saåīdah Al Qamar.
He had to exceed the circulation of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times at least once only at some point during that trial year.
Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s flagship paper, The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s permanently if he could do the miracle; otherwise, it had to be sold to Doctor Al Saåīdah Al Qamar.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave the paper to Al Jihad Al Vaqār as a settlement.
Now, his former wife, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was claiming it was her property.
Allah, would Durgesh give Al Jihad Al Vaqār what Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb also wanted to have?
Al Jihad Al Vaqār sighed.
It depended on what particles, what base pairs, Durgesh needed more for the new Infinite BrāhmKalp.
In Delhi, Aap had gotten a landslide victory even on BJP.
INC was finished there altogether.
It couldn’t get even a single seat in 2015 Assembly Elections.
What did it mean?
The Anti- Hindu forces were winning again?
Certainly not.
Was it the beginning of a Counter Revolution?
Against the ever first Psychological Revolution in the entire history of humankind?
It might be.
The Original ever first Psychological Revolution started with the demand of Midterm 2012.
It took two years to build up the required reality and to bring it up to the reality then.
It was a painstaking nonstop continuous Kratu of entire Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and HVSI that made the impossible possible.
And now the Counter Revolution?
Well, it isn’t so easy.
If they think they can do it so easily, they were living in fools’ paradise.
Let them.
We need only Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān vaginal rheostats and a Stavak Bar Magnet to meet it.
The most we need are anal rheostats to destroy the anti human desires.
They are also there.
The Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always ready for every worst possibility even.
What the hell else for Modern Democratic Årabia is established by the Seven Movements, the Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, and by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself?
Al Jihad Al Vaqār directed her sight toward her desk calendar.
She was ready to get going.
Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s will had made Al Jihad Al Vaqār extremely sensitive to the passage of time.
She had only one trial year.
Nevertheless, both the Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, and Durgesh were with her.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār reached for her ivory colored computer telephone, pressed the ICM button and then the intercom code for Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān’s private telephone.*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said to Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān.
“Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, I’m ready for the meeting. Bring Ghausiyah Imtiyāz with you.”
“Be right in, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. We have everything set.”
A few minutes later Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz appeared.
Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān was carrying a handful of folders.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār motioned her friends and lieutenants to the rattan chairs across from her desk.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār felt comfortable with them.
Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz were the only persons Al Jihad Al Vaqār was comfortable with beside her secretary she depended upon.
Certainly, Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s reliance on Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān was without equivocation.
Both of them were as creative as Al Jihad Al Vaqār herself was.
Moreover, both Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz were perfect when it came to reading Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s mind, even to finishing her sentences.
They were aggressive, daring, and filled with energy.
Both Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hated Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
These were Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s confidants and her loyalists, and from now on, they would be properly rewarded
“First things first,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said to Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, “Did you check the daily circulation of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times?”*
Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān indicated to the projector.
There was a running information,
8, 75,273.
“HVSI Times manages its subscription always on the top.”
Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān smiled at her, “I thought we should too adopt the procedure.”
“HVSI Times represents the revolutionaries that successfully ended the Scam era.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “We haven’t enough capital to compete with HVSI, No one has.”
“Sure, but it’s today. When HVSI started HVSI Times they didn’t have this capital.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
HVSI Times was the dream newspaper.
It has survived the biggest threat of news TV channels.
It somehow always maintained to give something new to its readers the news TV channels couldn’t provide.
As soon as Al Jihad Al Vaqār got the media empire in settlement, she visited HVSI Times herself personally.
It was a multi-story building.
None knew how many stories it had.
They said it was an endless building.
No one believed it.
How a building could be endless.
It was certainly a publicity strategy.
It was the tallest building nevertheless.
The heart of the structure, the one that pumped activity into all the other stories was its Seventh floor.
Most of it was given over to the HVSI Times newsroom.
Its one portion was reserved for the publisher’s suite.
It consisted of the publisher’s main office, the office for my personal secretary and receptionist, a conference and electronic media room, two offices for the advertising director and her assistant, and glassed in cubicles for the managing editor and the assistant managing editor.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never changed anything.
He surrendered it to Al Jihad Al Vaqār as he did find it.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār, the temporary heir to the suite and to the building had made few personnel changes.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār retired Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s elderly female secretary on a generous pension and replaced her with her own secretary, Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ, a smart, brisk, thirtyish young woman with short-cropped dark hair and horn rimmed glasses.
Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ had served Al Jihad Al Vaqār with devotion for seven years already in Special Projects.
Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ was smart enough to understand the ambitious Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
Her ambitions were the driving force that would never let her stop anywhere.
Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ wasn’t as ambitious as Al Jihad Al Vaqār was.
Moreover, Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ never had been as resourceful as Al Jihad Al Vaqār had been.
Again, the difference in the intensity of their ambitions was the decisive factor.
Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ lacked it.
She stopped somewhat before getting resources she was after, while Al Jihad Al Vaqār didn’t deliberately.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār had more patience in the matter.
It paid.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz,
“Let’s start with the two of you. I’ve been giving it some thought. You will both be answerable only to me. Outside of general orders, everything I tell you will be kept in strictest confidence. Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, this is a bigger job, much bigger than Special Projects. Your work will be greatly expanded, naturally, accordingly.”*
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās straddled me with her beautiful face towards me.
She was enjoying my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her comparatively immensely young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once again.
I knew it would never be a once only phenomenon.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās could never get rid of the ever-incurable Durgesh Obsession.
Once with Durgesh
All the rest is trash
Wasn’t it?
The more aged I grew the crazier they were for me.
“I don’t want to burn my bridges, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said fucking my ever stout ever pleasure giving ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund wildly, “And why should I? Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has played with my beautiful body, even if in his own peculiar way. I couldn’t help that. My entire body was at his discretion. If instead of fucking me, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī enjoyed tongue fucking me more it wasn’t my fault. I am not responsible for it. He has to pay for my time I spent with him. It was precious.”
“Sure,” I agreed with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās squeezing her excellent exquisite boobs and buttocks both.
My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was harder and harder now into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with her each aggressive thrust.
She was kissing me wildly.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was squeezing my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund around its shaft.
“I’m really entitled to this alimony if you should warn Al Nādir Al Ghāzī that HVS Law Internationals were going to ask for an increase if he dragged me into court again. It would keep Al Nādir Al Ghāzī from making a move.”
I laughed cunningly.
“Done, however if all the alimony is going to cease in a few months, why not…”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said bitterly.
“I’m not going to let Al Nādir Al Ghāzī off. I’d go to him and offer to settle the whole business for one hundred thousand cash. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī would jump at that.”
I smiled coldly.
“And you want me to engineer that deal for you. Is that it?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās started herself to balance on the tip of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Well?” I asked.
“You think I’m terribly scheming and designing.”
“You are cautious. You are protecting your interests.”
“Thank you.”*
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kept fucking me wildly.
“Priyavrat Chaturvedī wants to fix things so marrying him won’t entail a financial sacrifice on my part. Do you think I’m a gold digger?”
I smiled, grabbed her young nude waist and pulled her on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kissed me gratefully as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund penetrated her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot entirely.
“Thank you,” she thanked me once again for letting her fuck me.
“Are you deceiving Priyavrat Chaturvedī for marrying him?”
“Certainly not,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said earnestly, “Priyavrat Chaturvedī knows each and everything of my previous marriages and my recent relationship with you too. I never play dirty with the persons who never play dirty with me.”
“Yet Priyavrat Chaturvedī wants to marry you?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled triumphantly.
“What do you think? Am I not that much beautiful?”
I sighed.
“You are too beautiful. Priyavrat Chaturvedī can do anything for you.”
“And you?”
“What do you mean?” I smiled cunningly.
“You won’t do anything for me, even if I keep fucking you?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked into my naughty eyes.
I winked at her.
“If you keep fucking me, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, I can do anything for you, myself, if it isn’t immoral and illegal.”
“Even if I’d be married to Priyavrat Chaturvedī?”
“That’s Priyavrat Chaturvedī’s problem, not mine.” I said gravely.*
Priyavrat Chaturvedī reached his chair.
There was a note on his table.
His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, had called him.
Everything has changed fast.
Narendr Modi was delivering fast what he had promised to the one hundred twenty five crore Indians.
His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, was worried as the other Congresspersons were.
INC couldn’t win even a single seat in 2015 Assembly Elections.
It would again be the same thing, Priyavrat Chaturvedī thought.
Neither his father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, is trying to understand, nor Priyavrat Chaturvedī’s mother, Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad, that it wasn’t a political change only.
It was the absolute change in Time Dimension too.
It was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.
Priyavrat Chaturvedī stepped out and walked the length of the common room.
“Boss wants you, Priyavrat.” Muħammad Shakīl looked up from a merc pool file as Priyavrat Chaturvedī passed him.
“I know. There was a note to the effect on my table.”
“Why don’t you marry Ambikā Tripāŧhī, Priyavrat?” Muħammad Shakīl asked, “She is my Kħālāzād cousin. I know she would be a very good wife for you.”
Priyavrat Chaturvedī sighed,
“You don’t understand Infinite BrāhmKalp, Muħammad Shakīl.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your Kħālāzād cousin, Ambikā Tripāŧhī, is no more interested in me.”
Muħammad Shakīl was startled.
Priyavrat Chaturvedī didn’t stop there enough to explain Muħammad Shakīl the present situation.
He entered His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī’s Private Chamber.*
Muħammad Shakīl liked Priyavrat Chaturvedī more than he liked his father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī.
He never knew why.
Rām Shankar Chaturvedī was a Congressperson.
Priyavrat Chaturvedī was an ardent fan of Narendr Modi and RSS.
“INC has fooled us Musalmīn,” Muħammad Shakīl’s Kħālā, Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad, used to say, “Rām Shankar Chaturvedī was never honest to me politically.”
“That isn’t anything new, Ammī.” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said, “Almost every politician lies. Pitājī isn’t any exception.”
Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad retorted.
“Your father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, isn’t only a politician to me, Priyavrat. He is my husband as well.”
“You are a highly educated woman, yourself, Ammī,” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said, “You knew right from the beginning that Nānājān wanted Pitājī, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, converted to Islam.”
“You fool; do you want to make me responsible for what my Abbū did?”
“Certainly not, Ammī, certainly not.” Priyavrat Chaturvedī agreed, “Nevertheless, you can’t blame Pitājī too. He loved you very much. Nānājān was trying his best to convert Pitājī to Islam. Pitājī couldn’t infuriate Hindus by converting himself. He would have lost Hindu votes for himself and INC. INC never permitted him.”*
Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī looked up.
“You wanted to see me, Pitājī?” Priyavrat Chaturvedī smiled.
Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī didn’t wear spectacles.
Despite his increasing age, his eyesight was still very good.
It wasn’t any rare thing now however.
They said it was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.
As other Congresspersons, Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī still doubted it was so.
“The Bachhalyās were always the best about publicity. They always use superstitions of the people to spread white lies favorable to them.”
Priyavrat Chaturvedī never saw anything wrong in it.
Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī looked confident however as usual.
He straightened his cuffs, leaned back and said normally,
“Sit down, Priyavrat.”
Priyavrat Chaturvedī sat down stiffly and waited.
“Your Ammī said you rejected Ambikā Tripāŧhī too.”
“As always Ammī has reported you with heavy bias, Pitājī.”
“I doubted that myself. Yet, son, she is right in one thing. You should marry now.”
“What’s wrong in it if it happens?”
“Everything,” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said calmly, “I doubt Ambikā Tripāŧhī is a Brahm Padminī.”
“So what? We live in Ved Nagar. Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act isn’t applicable here. Durgesh is immensely against it.”
“Durgesh is immensely against Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act everywhere. Yet the entire Brāhmañ Brahmkanyā Brahmāñī Creations are passing it one by one. Durgesh can’t oppose Democracy. Therefore it doesn’t make any difference whether Durgesh is against it or not.”
Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī stood up, turned away and walked to the wall behind his desk.
He touched an inconspicuous contact switch and a section of the wall grew transparent.
Priyavrat Chaturvedī blinked at the unexpected insurge of grayish light.
Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī smiled.
“You are blundering in the same way, my son, the Brāhmañs of the ever first Satyug did.”
“I don’t agree with you, Pitājī.” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said gravely.
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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 18
Posted: December 22, 2014 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Bajrang Dal, Bajrang Dal's Bahu lao-Movement, Behavioural Science, Dr, Durgesh, Feminism, Fātimah Al Wahāb, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Kashmir, life sciences, Lākhan Singh, Maulānā Maudūdī, Maulānā Saiyad Abul Åālā Maudūdī, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim Terrorism, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad Naåīm, Rājesh Rājpūt, Saiyad Abul Aålā Maudūdī, Shamīmah Iftikħār, Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Sidrah Aħmad, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Sāliħah Faisal, Tafhīmul Qur’an, Terrorism, Yazīd, Yazīd malåūn, Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi, Āmnah Azhar, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm Leave a commentChapter 18
I smiled.
“According to Al Qur’an Al Karīm itself, Al Qur’an Al Karīm is actually, Tafsīl Al Kitābi. Tenth Soorat, Soora-e-Yūnus, Āyat 37. We Hindus think Ved is Alkitāb.”
Āmnah Azhar laughed impishly,
“We Musalmīn don’t. Maulānā Saiyad Abul Aålā Maudūdī raħamatullāh ålayhi, himself has written in his world famous tafhīm, Tafhīmul Qur’an:
“Umm al-Kitab”: the “Original Book”: the Book from which all the Books sent down to the Prophets have been derived.
In Surah (56)AI-Waqi`ah the same thing has been described as Kitab-um-Maknun (the hidden and preserved Book) and in Surah (85)AI-Buruj 22 as Lauh-i Mahfuz (the Preserved Tablet), that is, the Tablet whose writing cannot be effaced, which is secure from every kind of interference.
By saying that the Qur’an is inscribed in Umm al-Kitab, attention has been drawn to an important truth.
Different Books had been revealed by Allah in different ages to different Prophets for the guidance of different nations in different languages, but aII these Books invited mankind to one and the same Faith: they regarded one and the same thing as the Truth; they presented one and the same criterion of good and evil; they propounded the same principles of morality and civilization; in short, they brought one and the same Din (Religion).
The reason was that their source and origin was the same, only words were different; they had the same meaning and theme which is inscribed in a Source Book with Allah, and whenever there was a need, He raised a Prophet and sent down the same meaning and subject-matter clothed in a particular diction according to the environment and occasion.
Had Allah willed to raise the Prophet Muhammad (upon whom be His peace) in another nation instead of the Arabs, He would have sent down the same Qur’an in the language of that nation.”’
“What do you want to say actually, Āmnah Azhar?”
“Don’t tell me that you didn’t understand.” Āmnah Azhar smiled, “I would never believe. You are too wise that no one can believe you didn’t understand.”
“I see,”
“Maulānā Saiyad Abul Aålā Maudūdī has clearly written ‘inscribed in a Source Book with Allah’. Ved is not with Allah. It’s with you, Hindus.”
“And why does Allah need to keep this Source Book with him?”
“Simple, so that there could never be any alteration Allah doesn’t want in the Source Book.” Āmnah Azhar smiled triumphantly, “Stupid question. I never thought you can’t understand even such a simple necessity.”
“I see.” I smiled patiently, “So, you think Allah can save this Source Book, Alkitāb, from any unwanted alteration only if it’s with Him? As soon as it’s out of His exclusive possession, Allah is, Shanno Mitrah, never capable to keep it safe from it? You really think Allah is that much incapable, Shanno Mitrah sham Varuñah shanno bhavatvaryamā!”*
Her partner and Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had just broken up.
It wasn’t that big of a deal, but she had probably been the one Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was most ready to settle down with.
They’d been together for a year.
Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had thought that they were on a great track that had a promising future.
Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was optimistic that within the coming years there would be equal rights and at least general acceptance of their lifestyle.
However, when Al Samīnah Al Faraħ told her that she didn’t think that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was truly a “lesbian”, she took offense.
It didn’t matter that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was genuinely attracted to her, or that they had great chemistry.
In the end, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ wasn’t “real”.
Her bisexuality was a problem and it brought to an end what seemed so bright only days before.
As a result, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ ended up back home over New Year’s Day weekend.
That’s kind of how Al Samīnah Al Faraħ got into the situation that she currently found herself in.
Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was thinking that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ would just get some time away from the pressures of office and the break up and take a breather.
Her sisters, normally her support crew, were off enjoying their own lives in different parts of the world and were probably out working it with someone special for the big January 1.
Not Al Samīnah Al Faraħ.
Al Samīnah Al Faraħ would just be home alone with me.
That’s the other part of her situation, I.
Despite being extremely loyal to the Pseudo Islam and Kashmir valley, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ loved me to death, but sometimes I was a bit over mature.
Growing up with a coop immensely full of hens, I learned almost everything about them.
Three daughters and their Ammī.
Naturally, I got quite clued in.
When Al Samīnah Al Faraħ asked to come over for the holiday, I had promised her a fun care-free time.
And I had delivered.
I managed to take her mind off her break up, her ex, and getting acclimated to a life of singleness all over again.
Course, I managed to do that by getting us both smashed.
Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had driven the hour from office to the house Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had grown up in and had arrived to find a sizable amount of alcoholic beverages and liquors spread out across the counter tops.
Typical Ammī.
Never surrendered to me for keeping Alcohol out of their life.
The Mujāhidāt were never as against the liquor as even the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh, was.
Sometimes, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ thought whether Durgesh is really right.
Countless Mujāhidāt were never against wine and sex with Hindus.
They wanted to establish Islamic supremacy on Hindus either this way or that way.
Fortunately, Hindus themselves had their Imām Nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt and Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat movements.
Pseudo Musalmīn always used these two movements for establishing Pseudo Islam.
Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi was never a Muslim at all.
No MUSLIM could do ever what Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi deliberately did to massacre true Musalmīn and to degrade true Mujāhidāt-e-Islam.*
Āmnah Azhar was lying entirely nude on her until Musalmān husband Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was neither nude nor he needed to.
I was nude and serving his extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Āmnah Azhar with my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund penetrating her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot profoundly.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was lying on his back on the bed.
His nude twenty eight years old wife was lying on him in such a way that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s mouth was immediately below her beautiful Musalmān ass.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was licking her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass penetrating it with his expert tongue.
Āmnah Azhar wasn’t alone enjoying his such services.
Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī was the everfirst that used her younger brother’s tongue for it.
Then it was Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, their Ammī.
Then their beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
Then their beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī enjoyed it so much himself that he professionally adopted it to other needy beautiful Musalmān houseladies and their beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends too.
His tongue was so expert in this service now that he was more popular among needy beautiful Musalmān houseladies and their beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends as a tongue service provider than as a normal man even.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī even enjoyed our Ashvinātam sexual orgasms when our secretions naturally fell into his open mouth.
I knew their activities were not normal.
They wanted to punish Musalmān terrorists, Musalmān criminals and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn in this way.
After Narendr Modi won the election 2014 and became the 15th Prime Minister of India, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s such services were so much in demand that he approached other similar minded Pseudo Musalmīn friends of him and started a regular tongue service providing commercial network.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Sidrah Aħmad and Rājesh Rājpūt were approached, and they delightfully congratulated Al Nādir Al Ghāzī and his similar cuckold Musalmān friends for providing such superb services to Hindus and their Musalmān beloveds.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar laughed fucking Fātimah al Wahāb.
“It’s a totally new approach. Of course, Durgesh, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, and similar over humane Hindus would never appreciate it, but the Hindu society is not made of such ever impractical persons only.”
“Let’s get you ready,” Lākhan Singh said.
He stood in front of Shamīmah Iftikħār and expertly pulled her nightgown over her head.
Shamīmah Iftikħār couldn’t believe this was happening.
Now Shamīmah Iftikħār was breathing so hard it felt like panting.
Lākhan Singh put his hands on her ankles.
“Relax,” he said.
Then he propped her legs up on the couch so Shamīmah Iftikħār was spread wide open.
He smiled at Shamīmah Iftikħār and planted a firm but almost polite kiss on her young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot slit.
Her young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was on fire.
Shamīmah Iftikħār ached for release.
Shamīmah Iftikħār had already gotten herself going before, now this was something out of a fantasy.
Shamīmah Iftikħār tried to grab his head and keep it there.
Lākhan Singh laughed, pulling away. “Not yet, Shammo!.”
He took her hand and stepped aside.
Shamīmah Iftikħār realized someone was standing there- no, five people.
The crowd outside was now in the house.
And undressing!
Lākhan Singh squeezed her hand reassuringly as the first one approached Shamīmah Iftikħār.
He was maybe twenty-five with a smiling, eager face.
Brown hair, average build, and naked.
His Uncut Hindu Lund was in his hand.
Shamīmah Iftikħār stared at it.
4-5 inches long.
Already hard.
Her stomach felt tight, her hands shook a little.
He stroked himself for a few seconds, eyes locked on her naked skin.
Shamīmah Iftikħār saw a tiny drop of precum on the tip of its head.
Shamīmah Iftikħār closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing.
This is what Shamīmah Iftikħār wanted, right?
But Shamīmah Iftikħār can’t!
Not like this.
Not when-
Suddenly Shamīmah Iftikħār felt that strange Uncut Hindu Lund sliding up and down her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot slit.
Her breath stopped.
In her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
Time stopped.
Shamīmah Iftikħār felt Lākhan Singh squeeze her hand again.
Then the strange Indian Uncut Hindu Lund entered Shamīmah Iftikħār’s Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
Well, that’s what they said was at stake!
It was her sacrifice for the cause of Kashmir valley!
Shamīmah Iftikħār kept her eyes closed at first, as if it was some kind of dream.
Vīr Vikram Pratāp pushed all the way in, then slowly started fucking Shamīmah Iftikħār in a steady rhythm.
Her whole Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body quivered. Shamīmah Iftikħār will never get over the feeling of a new Indian Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
If one isn’t an experienced Pakistani Sunni Musalmān woman, of Indian Uncut Hindu Lund, she has no idea.
Each one felt different.
Each experience was amazing.
Rājesh Rājpūt laughed.
“Shamīmah Iftikħār is getting gangbanged not by BJP men, by Bajrang Dal men instead, on the strategical request of PDP.”
Shamīmah Iftikħār watched Rājesh Rājpūt scornfully,
“We Pakistani Sunni Musalmān women love Durgesh, but we hate you, Rājesh Rājpūt! Shankar Mahāpralayankar! Sidrah Aħmad! You are crazy persons. Durgesh is of course radically different from you communal animal Hindus.”
Shankar Mahāpralayankar laughed.
“Rājesh Rājpūt, Shamīmah Iftikħār, the great Pakistani Sunni Musalmān politician loves Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, instead of us. Durgesh is really a miracle. Entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies want to get his Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into their Musalmān Choots without any single exception even.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī and her ever enthusiast Young Musalmān Lady Brigade is managing it all. they cunningly, shrewdly and intelligently plan to advertise the fantastic attributes of Durgesh’s Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund. I see even every beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is crazy to get it inside her.”*
It was still dark outside when I opened my eyes.
Sāliħah Faisal, my friend, Muħammad Naåīm’s wonderful, extremely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Pakistani Sunni Musalmān wife, was lying on her stomach asleep under me.
My Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was still buried entirely into her still miraculously tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
Alas, Muħammad Naåīm couldn’t give her what I could, neither money, nor sex.
I could feel her wonderful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass filling my nude Hindu lap.
I smiled to myself as I looked at it.
It was the 3rd night of our ten-day vacation in Kashmir valley.
To both of our pleasure I had thoroughly ravaged her last night and it culminated with me cumming in that beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass of hers.
It was the reason Sāliħah Faisal separated herself from Muħammad Naåīm.
“It’s wrong. It’s a sin in Islam.” Muħammad Naåīm had refused Sāliħah Faisal outright.
“Well,” Sāliħah Faisal thundered, “I’m your wife, and I love it.”
Muħammad Naåīm was startled
“Sāliħah Faisal!”
“Isn’t my ass extraordinarily beautiful?”
“Of course, it is. Of course, it is. But it doesn’t mean…”
“Why?”
“What do you mean ‘Why?’? It’s wrong. It’s a sin.” Muħammad Naåīm was quite surprised.
“I hinted you before our marriage.” Sāliħah Faisal said curtly.
“I know.”
“You said you’d see to it.”
“That’s right, Sāliħah Faisal, but…”
“No but, you promised me. I need it.”
Muħammad Naåīm didn’t oblige her and it brought Sāliħah Faisal ultimately to me.
Still smiling, I quietly slid out of bed and went into the bathroom to relieve myself.
Turning the light back off before I opened the bathroom door into the bedroom, as not to disturb Sāliħah Faisal, I quietly grabbed my robe from the chaise at the foot of the bed and slipped it on.
Opening the door of our room, I quietly crept out and walked down the hall of our dull jheel side condo.
HVSI owned several beautiful enormous structures in Kashmir valley.
I always enjoyed this time of the day.
I enjoyed watching the sunrise before the world awoke and got its day started.
Making sure as not to make any noise and wake the kids up, I put some coffee on.
Once the kids were up our day would be nonstop.
Well, at least when the boys woke up.
My boys from Sāliħah Faisal, Devesh and Shubhesh, were 11 and 9.
Her oldest was Sāliħah Faisal’s daughter, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.
She was 19.
Once my coffee was ready, I poured myself a cup and walked to the sliding glass door that lead out to the deck.
I walked out on to the deck, quietly slid the door and closed behind me.
I pulled a chair close to the edge of the deck and sat down in it.
Promptly propping my feet up on the railing in front of me.
I inhaled deeply the aromatic aroma of my coffee before enjoying the first sip.
I was a man at peace.
I owned my own consulting firms under HVSI and it made a good living for my entire families.
My friend, Muħammad Naåīm’s wonderful extremely beautiful wife, of 22 years, Sāliħah Faisal, was a wedding consultant.
Between the two of us, our incomes afforded us opportunities I would have loved to have as a child myself.
As I reflected, I thought about our children.
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was 19 and was my girl to the core.
Her own Abbū, Muħammad Naåīm, was a loser in her eyes.
She was sympathetic for him, yet he wasn’t her hero, I was.
A loser can get sympathies, but none wants to be as him.
He was ‘poor Abbū’, as far as Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was concerned.
She had graduated high school the year prior and was just completing her first year of junior college.
I was so proud of her.
No one could deny that Sāliħah Faisal’s oldest was a beauty indeed.
With her stunning looks, she had landed her first modeling gig at sixteen.
At 5’7, she had chocolate brown eyes and they were framed by long spiky lashes.
Her hair that hung just at her shoulder blades was thick and a light honey brown color.
It complemented her flawless creamy coffee complexion.
What made it worse, from a fatherly perspective, was how curvaceously shaped her body was.
Although she modeled, she was no string bean.
I had no idea her exact chest size or clothing size, but I did know that she had very full breasts, a curvy waist and an ass, that when she wore a bikini made men do double takes.
This didn’t bring comfort to me, however.
That was the baby girl they were ogling.
Nevertheless, what surprised me even more was how comfortable Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was with her body.
Not that I wanted Sāliħah Faisal’s daughter, to have a distorted body image, but she was comfortable to the point that around the house she wore things that Sāliħah Faisal would have to remind her to cover up because she had brothers.
At the shore of the jheel, it was even worse.
The back of her bikini bottom, if one could call it that did little to hide her wonderful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān assets.
I always teased her and called her double trouble because she had brains and beauty both.
I would tell her she would be a formidable match for any man.
I didn’t worry as much about Devesh and Shubhesh as I did Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.
Devesh was more a rough and tumble boy, whereas Shubhesh was the more sensitive one.
I chalked that up to the fact that Shubhesh was definitely an Ammī’s boy through and through.
Sāliħah Faisal babied him almost to a fault.
That was the one area Sāliħah Faisal and I, as parents, disagreed with each other the most.
I felt that she babied Shubhesh too much and was making him too dependent on her.
Sāliħah Faisal felt that I never came to her defense where Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was concerned.
Sāliħah Faisal and Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm butted heads, the older Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm got.
That, however, doesn’t mean that they didn’t have a good mother daughter relationship, but Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm’s fiercely independent spirit definitely had its moments when it clashed with Sāliħah Faisal’s over protective mothering.
When Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm turned 18 and started being a bit less conservative, in her manner of dress, that was when they really started butting heads.
Less conservative meaning her clothes tended to accentuate that body that I was so cautious for her about.
However, I believed Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm to be an adult and she should be allowed to make her own decisions.
I was so lost in my musings that I didn’t seem to notice the time passing and the sky was just starting to lighten.
As my eyes scanned out on the shore of the jheel, I noticed someone out there.
My, I thought, someone’s out here even earlier than I am.
As my eyes focused, the person appeared to be maybe doing yoga out on the shore of the jheel.
It was hard for me to tell.
I leaned a bit forward in my chair and let my eyes focus.
It appeared to be a woman.
She was on her back with her legs tucked under her.
Her back was arched though pushing her chest high into the sky.
Her arms were stretched out beside her and her head resting on the sand.
The light in the sky was lightening up enough that I was starting to see a little clearer.
My eyes widened and my mouth gaped open as I discerned two things at once.
One, the woman wasn’t wearing a bikini top.
I could clearly see the definition of her full breasts.
Her nipples pert and pointing in the air.
But secondly, and more importantly, that woman wasn’t just any woman, it was Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.
I was dumbfounded.
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was topless and doing yoga on the shore of the dull jheel.
As if completely oblivious to me sitting there, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm got up from the position she’d been lying in.
She stood with her back to me.
I suddenly remembered Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
And how she had seduced me three years ago, in the Moonlight.
Was Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm doing the same thing?
I, still sitting there now saw that she was not just topless but bottomless as well.
Something in my brain told me to get up and go in the house.
However, I sat there almost paralyzed.
I’d seen Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm’s butt before, but covered a little at least with a bikini bottom.
But now, with her back to me I had a completely unobstructed view, and the view was incredible.
Her cheeks were plump and full. The kind that a man could lose my load over doing her from behind.
I felt a distinct reaction to this thought.
My face didn’t froze, in horror, as I realized looking at Sāliħah Faisal’s daughter’s ass was giving me a hard on.
It was normal for me now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Just Eighteen Just Adult and Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh movements had made my brain convinced that it was normal for me to lust and have sex with even Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān girls.
Moreover, nowadays almost every Musalmān was inviting me to take his Musalmān daughter’s cherry on her 18th birthday.
If I didn’t oblige them, they turned out to be my bitterest enemy.
While if I obliged them, they were my everbest friends instead.
Incredible?
Yet, true!
“It’s a delicate medical matter to take a cherry of a Just Eighteen Just Adult girl.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan argued, “It’s better the everbest sex therapist must do it, instead of an immensely inexperienced new learner.”
“I suggest more.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ said gravely, “She must have at least one year with her sex therapist to be used to it.”
I wasn’t startled to find out that their blind followers and fans immediately grabbed it as the utmost important medical necessity.
Without turning back, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm walked toward the water.
I watched as Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm walked further into the surf.
The further she walked, the more of her body was hidden as it submerged in the water.
I made my getaway into the house when I watched her dunk herself under the water.
Almost in a daze, I made my way back to Sāliħah Faisal and my room. Sāliħah Faisal was just waking up as I walked in.
She smiled at me as I came through the door.
“Hey stud,” she said suggestively, all the while smiling.
Momentarily undecided, I had to pull my thoughts together.
“Good morning sexy,” I said to Sāliħah Faisal as I crawled on to our bed.
Once I settled myself beside Sāliħah Faisal, Sāliħah Faisal pulled herself up on top of my lap and straddled me.
She ground herself against me and was pleased at the reaction she got. Little did she know, though, my reaction wasn’t necessarily due to her grinding against me.
I hadn’t quite recovered from seeing Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.
I saw the glint in Sāliħah Faisal’s eyes and I knew what she wanted.
I made the gesture to slide my pajama bottoms down and Sāliħah Faisal raised herself up enough for me to do so.
Once they were removed, she quickly impaled herself upon my erect Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
My eyes closed and my breath inhaled as I felt my friend, Muħammad Naåīm’s wonderful extremely beautiful wife, wrap around me.
Opening my eyes, I looked at Sāliħah Faisal and put my index finger in front of my mouth in a “shhh” motion.
Whispering, Sāliħah Faisal asked, “why?”
“”We don’t need the kids to hear,” I whispered back.
“They’re asleep, they’ll never know,” Sāliħah Faisal whispered back with a bit more volume.
I furrowed my brow at her,
“No, they’re not. Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm is awake.”
Sāliħah Faisal’s eyes widened,
“Oh, she’s up early,” she said as her hips continued to slide up and down my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
She loved how rigid and hard I was as she slammed herself down harder and harder upon it.
Sāliħah Faisal kept this motion up as if endlessly.
Until my eyes signaled to her that, I was about to cum.
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Incurable Diseases
And before I had time to object, not that it seemed likely that she would let me, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī dropped his head to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, cradling her quivering Musalmān buttocks in his hands.
Her whole Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was soaked; liberally splattered with a coating of foamed-up my whitish Hindu cum and her own female Musalmān offerings.
It looked delectable!
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī dived in.
His Musalmān tongue was at once getting busy as he swabbed up our Ashvinātam juices, quickly swallowing them as he went, causing Āmnah Azhar to cry out excitedly and to lift her hips up as if to greet Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s, her Musalmān husband’s, mouth.
Āmnah Azhar smiled triumphantly, proudly, ironically.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled too.
A woman is a woman after all.
She could be his Ammī, his Bājī, his younger sister, his wife, anyone.
They had the same smile, triumphant, proud, and sarcastic.
They think they had won Durgesh even.
Durgesh thinks he has defeated even entire Musalmīn.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī thinks something else entirely different, none of them is aware of.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī isn’t a damnfool that he licks Durgesh’s Ashvinātam sexual secretions with his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān womankind.
They don’t know what he is getting out of it.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is immensely grateful and indebted to his Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī.
She forced him first to lick her sexual secretions with that of Durgesh.
Even his Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, came later on.
Ammī didn’t fuck Durgesh first, his Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī was the brave enough to take the brave step.
Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, saw Durgesh fucking her daughter, Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī.
She was startled.
She could not believe her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī thoroughly sophisticated Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter was enjoying the immense infamous Uncut Hindu Lund of the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.
Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, blackmailed her own daughter, Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī, to get Durgesh’s ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her still ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her ever-incompetent ‘Musalmān’ husband, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, couldn’t satisfy her sexually as much as she needed.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī learned a great bitterest lesson.
The ever greatest need of a Musalmān woman, even if she is a Panjvaqtah Namāzī, is Durgesh’s ever incredible Uncut Hindu Lund.
They refuse to accept this bitterest truth.
Yet, it’s true.
Incredible, yet, true!
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī found, gradually, his entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies were crazy for Durgesh’s ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
They blackmailed each other for it.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī blackmailed them to let him lick their Ashvinātam sexual secretions with Durgesh.
After somewhat primary hesitations, ultimately everyone of them agreed.
The greatest triumph of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī on his own beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
He understands it now fully.
They sympathize with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
And Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiles secretly on their immensely foolish scientific ignorance.
They never knew what they produce thus as their Ashvinātam sexual secretions with Durgesh.*
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī slowly moved down her immensely well fucked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
That was Durgesh no doubt.
Whenever Durgesh fucked an immensely beautiful Musalmān lady, young or mature, he always fucked her immensely well.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was watching it ever since his very childhood.
Wasn’t he?
His lips were sliding over her shaven Musalmān mound, feeling the slight stubble and loving it, feeling her pelvis moving to better present her pussy to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s own ravenous lips.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī slid past her clit, eliciting a groan of dismay as he did so but instead Al Nādir Al Ghāzī lowered his face as far as he could between her legs – her luscious long sleek legs that were already wrapping themselves over his shoulders.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī inhaled deeply of her exciting scents mixed with my Uncut Hindu Lund’s masculine fragrance too; the deep muskiness of hot flesh and the wild lustiness of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as it was lubricated generously.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī extended his Musalmān tongue and touched her deep down between the cheeks of her bottom, almost as far back as her anus.
Āmnah Azhar let out a small cry and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī felt everything tense up as he began to stimulate further her already stimulated sex machine!
Slowly Al Nādir Al Ghāzī moved upwards, nearer and ever nearer to her pussy, collecting even before he got there, trickles of her lovely lubrications mixed with mine.
And now Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s ravenous Musalmān lips reached her pussy, to find her fingers already there, holding her lips wide apart for her Musalmān husband’s ever eager lips.
“Lick me Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, please,” groaned Āmnah Azhar, “Use your tongue…”
‘Oh yes, Wallah, I’d use it, that was for sure!’ Al Nādir Al Ghāzī thought.
He began again near the bottom of her wet cleft, sliding upwards until he found her slippery little hole.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī thrust his tongue inside, loving the feel of her quickly tightening flesh and the gushes of our Ashvinātam sex juices.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s mouth was wet as he moved higher up her pretty lips, licking first one side and then the other; carefully avoiding her clit for now, until Āmnah Azhar was almost screaming for more.
And now to the powerhouse of her arousal – to her clit and the wild orgasm that would inevitably follow mixed with Durgesh’s ever precious ever miraculous Hindu semen, his stimulation of that miniscule piece of stiffened flesh!
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī settled himself comfortably and made his approach – a long sweeping slide of his tongue from near her hole, right up until Al Nādir Al Ghāzī swept over her clit and off again, like a bird swooping down over a lake and rising away…
Āmnah Azhar jerked hard and cried out, her hands pulling his head back to her pleasure center.
Willingly Al Nādir Al Ghāzī now engulfed her whole clit in his mouth, his tongue tickling the tip while his lips squeezed the shaft of her mini-penis.
Āmnah Azhar cried out again, her hands pushing Al Nādir Al Ghāzī down to hold him in position.
“Yes Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, more, my boy – I’m so near!” she cried, her voice almost cracking up with emotion, “Please don’t stop!”
Quickly now Al Nādir Al Ghāzī concentrated all his attention on her clit, while now bringing a hand up to slide over her very lubricated lips.
Āmnah Azhar moaned loudly as Al Nādir Al Ghāzī brought her closer and closer to her climax; lubrication was pouring from her, as were sweat and clouds of pheromones; Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could do nothing to escape now.
And suddenly Āmnah Azhar cried out once more and this time he knew it was with exalted release.
“Aaaaahhh, cummming!” she cried, “You’ve made me cum! Your ever obedient tongue did wonders again. Your job of cleaning me up after Durgesh fucks me is excellent, my boy. Cumming! Oh yesssss!”
Under him, everything was jerking, writhing and squirming; only Āmnah Azhar’s hands on his head held him in place, stationed as he was over her clit.
For what seemed like long minutes, she was in raptures; her body shaking and quivering spasmodically as bursts of sexual pleasure fired nerve receptors in her brain, until finally she fell still, only her deep breathing revealing that she was still alive.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī lifted his head to look down at her and finally her eyes opened; eyes full of love and happiness.
“Oh Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, my ever obedient little slave, that was so good,” she said, “You’re my best slave ever!”
Softly Al Nādir Al Ghāzī slid up and down her hot labial Musalmān lips, before finding her still ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit and sucking it clean as well.
Āmnah Azhar was now groaning as Al Nādir Al Ghāzī touched her sensitive flesh.
Moving down a little, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī penetrated her sticky hole and sucked up a mouthful of our highly scented Ashvinātam emissions, holding them in his mouth.
Then Al Nādir Al Ghāzī moved up her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body until they were face to face.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī stuck his ravenous Musalmān tongue out a little to show her its coating.
Quickly her quivering, red, crimson, beautiful Musalmān lips came up to meet his.
Their tongues dueled happily in the mouthful of sticky Ashvinātam fluids.
Their lips although wet now managed to lock together as they made love to each other with their mouths.
Āmnah Azhar’s.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī felt his cut Musalmān noonī start to rise.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī looked into Āmnah Azhar’s extremely beautiful ever naughty Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes.
“Do it again with your new Hindu husband, Durgesh?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked eagerly, “You up for another go?”
Āmnah Azhar nodded quickly and I felt her hips push her sex up at my now rigid sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Definitely!” she moaned, “I’m ready…”
“Yessss,” I moaned as my still slippery Hindu knob slotted into position, “Here I come then.”
“Yes Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, come back where you belong,” said Āmnah Azhar, her arms now around my neck again, “Give me everything – fill me again!”
This time, I soon realized, it would be a quickie. We were both already well primed and ready. Āmnah Azhar wouldn’t need much to get her to a climax and my balls already were churning as they prepared to release another load.
My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund slid into her hot wet welcoming hole so easily.
My sixty-five years old Uncut Hindu Lund was at home there now.
Quickly we fucked.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had cleaned her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot skillfully completely.
Our bodies now slamming together; our breaths quick and shallow; our hearts beating wildly.
Frantically we hammered at each other; excited cries filling the woodland glade; passionate words broadcasting like seeds.
In minutes, I felt my Hindu sperm rising; my second offering for Āmnah Azhar and definitely not my last!
“Coming soon,” I cried and Āmnah Azhar hummed an accord.
“And me,” she groaned, her hips pounding against my downthrusting sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund, “I was so ready for you.”
With a final flurry we both reached our zeniths; our Ashvinātam bodies bonded as one as I poured another liberal donation of my reproductive Hindu juices into Āmnah Azhar.
Āmnah Azhar’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body seemed to simply absorb my Hindu offerings; she almost absorbed me entirely as I felt us meld together, then entirely united we cried out our love and passion until we just collapsed into a hot twitching heap.
Slowly we slid apart; my slowly softening sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund slipping almost unwillingly from her abused young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot; Āmnah Azhar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān hole jerking closed as if to retain my Hindu sperm inside her.
We looked at each other lovingly and I shook my head at her.
“You are wicked!” I said in mock horror, “Fucking your stepfather in law! Whatever next?”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s exploring tongue trailed down the center of her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body, from the generous canyon between her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts, down her sternum, onto the firm structure of her abdomen and down to her navel.
There Al Nādir Al Ghāzī paused.
His tongue was busily twisting into her small cave, making Āmnah Azhar squirm, her delicate young pink Musalmān hands coming down to rest on his head.
I looked up and she was smiling down at me; her beautiful Musalmān eyes happy and bright.*
Āmnah Azhar was still enjoying my sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had licked her Musalmān Cunt completely clean.
I was enjoying Āmnah Azhar’s excellent young Musalmān beauty riding on her.
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was a little difficult, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī,” I said, “when I talked with her yesterday.”
“Fucking Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb too, I think,” Āmnah Azhar said jealously.
I smiled.
“Well, I wasn’t fucking you then, Āmnah Azhar. No need to be jealous of her. She thought she had a trump card in that illegal marriage prosecution. She couldn’t imagine you may be here, safely ensconced in Mexico. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb can’t touch you here with the illegal marriage charge. I can tell her that you are planning on transferring your property interests, buying a large hacienda in Mexico and living there. That may give her something to worry about.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s eyes lit up.
“That’s a splendid idea. It’s pippin! That’s going to knock her for a loop!”
I looked at Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is my live in relationship partner now. She is a good looking woman. She likes to have people admire her.”
“Who doesn’t?” Āmnah Azhar interrupted me sarcastically.
I deliberately ignored her.
I never wanted to indulge in the jealousy of my women against my other women.
It was useless.
I continued to say as if I were never interrupted,
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has a way of doing things so that she shows just enough leg to keep people interested and…”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed almost appreciating his former wife,
“That’s Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, all right. That’s the way she used to be with me. I remember when she was my secretary she…”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī!” Āmnah Azhar said curtly.
“Pardon, my dear!”
I intervened.
I never wanted them to quarrel with each other.
It wasn’t good for me.
It would have been troublesome for me.
They both were playing their own games.
I had to play my own game myself, naturally.
As a stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never paid any respect to me.
He wasn’t loyal to me ever, neither as a stepson, nor as even a fellow human being.
The trouble with Pseudo Musalmīn was that they never respected their any fellow human being even if s/he wasn’t one of the Pseudo Musalmīn himself/herself.
They were adamant to kill everyone if s/he wasn’t one of them.
It was a fatal mistake to expect anything humanistic from them.
“Before we start talking any cash figure with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, I advise you to spend some money on detectives and find out a little more about what she was doing with her time during that period when you didn’t hear from her.”
“She was fucking you, we know already,” Āmnah Azhar blazed.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was more sober.
“Nonsense, Āmnah Azhar,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said patiently, “Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was fucking DURGESH already when even she was with me. I myself suggested her to fuck Durgesh. I even participated in the sex sessions of her with Durgesh, as I am participating with you now. That’s not the point.”
“Oh, sure,” Āmnah Azhar said sarcastically, “I forgot your obsession to lick the sexual secretions of us beautiful Musalmān houseladies, mixed with Durgesh’s, after Durgesh fucks us.”
“He thinks it’s his necessity.” I said.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade are blackmailing him?”
“Āmnah Azhar is crazy!” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said to me.
“Because I can’t appreciate your compulsion of licking the sexual secretions of us beautiful Musalmān houseladies, mixed with Durgesh’s, after Durgesh fucks us?”
“Yessssssssss!” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said curtly, “I am one of those countless Musalmīn whose beautiful Musalmān houseladies are so obsessed with having sex with the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu that they enjoy punishing the male children of their household to lick the sexual secretions of those beautiful Musalmān houseladies, mixed with Durgesh’s, after Durgesh fucks them.”
“I’m not stunned.” Āmnah Azhar announced ridiculing Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, “You rotten so called innocent Musalmān children deserved that punishment.”
“Āmnah Azhar!” I protested vehemently.
“You don’t think so, I know.” Āmnah Azhar said curtly.
“Shame on you, Āmnah Azhar! You want the innocent Musalmān children punished in such a rotten way if they erroneously watch their beautiful Musalmān houseladies having sex with me?”
“Why not?”
“Why not? Do they understand that they should never do it?”
“Certainly their beautiful Musalmān houseladies aren’t responsible for it.”
“Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī is his elder sister, Āmnah Azhar,” I said curtly, “She should have educated Al Nādir Al Ghāzī that he shouldn’t have watched us when we were having sex.”
“Why didn’t you yourself do it?” Āmnah Azhar was still sarcastic.
Moreover, her sarcasm was becoming more and more bitter.
It was now the normal behavior of most of the Musalmān young ladies whenever they were criticized.
They always blamed their Musalmān mankind for everything immoral they were practicing.
It was FEMINISM.
MUSLIM FEMINISM, to be more precise!
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade were its ardent followers.
They refused to understand that it was destroying families themselves.
“The families themselves must understand it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had responded me curtly, “We beautiful Musalmān houseladies refuse out rightly to pay the entire cost of keeping the families. Why the hell our Musalmān mankind is not paying any cost of keeping their families themselves?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” I said patiently, “It’s wrong to divide families in mankind and womankind.”
“According to Hinduism, NOT according to Islam.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said furiously, “Hinduism is a family movement, not Islam.”
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Incurable Diseases
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī requested,
“Dad, if you really want to please Ammī by protecting my interests, you please make the property settlement with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. She is too smart for me.”
“Only Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb?” Āmnah Azhar laughed, “I think every Musalmān girl that fucked Durgesh is a lot smarter than you.”
“You said it, Ammī,”
“Nonsense,”
“Certainly not. What you said implies that actually your Hindu Ŧhonkū is important, not you Musalmān bitches that act ever smart.”
“Ŧhonkū?”
“That ŧhonks you, I mean who fucks you,”
“Lāhaul,”
“Start with the fifty thousand, Dad. Do the best you can. Let’s see who pleases you sexually more, my Ammī, my sisters, cousins and their extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends or Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. With myself cleaning their Musalmān Cunts and their perfect round firm plump Musalmān ass, of course.”
“How many Musalmān Cunts and female Musalmān ass have you licked clean, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, till now I mean?” Āmnah Azhar again ridiculed him.
“Countless, if Durgesh fucked them. None if they aren’t lucky enough that Durgesh fucks them.”
“You mean you love to lick Durgesh’s Hindu semen more than you love to lick our Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān female secretions even?”
“Well, I think I prefer the cocktail more, but it must have Durgesh’s excellent Hindu semen necessarily.”
“What is actually the incurable disease you are suffering from, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?” Āmnah Azhar was utmost sympathetic to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī suddenly.
“Wallah, none!” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was immensely surprised.
“AIDS, cancer, what?”
“None, I said.”
“I don’t believe you.” Āmnah Azhar said, “It’s a medicine Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade claim to cure any otherwise incurable disease. Let Durgesh fuck your own womankind and lick their sexual secretions clean after it.”
“I know,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled, “But I don’t lick clean only my Musalmān womankind’s sexual secretions after Durgesh fucks them. I enjoy licking clean other beautiful Musalmān Cunts and other female Musalmān ass too. They tell me it’s a disease in itself that I myself love my humiliation so much that I can even die to have it.”
“Will you let me urinate into your open mouth?” suddenly Āmnah Azhar asked.
“Well, if Durgesh too urinates into my mouth simultaneously with you, yes. My Ammī, my sisters etcetera do it sometimes with Durgesh simultaneously. I enjoy it very much. Durgesh’s urine makes even their urine tastier.”
“You are suffering from mental sickness,” I said curtly, “there isn’t any taste in it. You only imagine it’s there.”
“Well,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said, “even if you are right, I refuse to get rid of my mental disease. I love it. I’ve an obsession to it now actually. I can’t live without this humiliation of mine if you say so. And remember I’m not alone. There are countless of us Musalmīn now.”
“Pseudo Musalmīn!” I corrected.
“I don’t think so.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said gravely, obstinately.
“I think your sisters and your Ammī hated terrorism tremendously. You had soft corner to terrorism. Your Ammī and your sisters punished you for it ever since your childhood, instead of resorting to other positive remedies.”
“That may be right,” Āmnah Azhar agreed with me, “He is curable but it may take a long time.”*
The hotel was back from the main street, a high class, low, rambling hostelry that had apparently just been completed.
The adobe wall that surrounded the place had been freshly colorwashed.
It had an arched entrance and, farther along, an exit.
The two big cars crunched up the graveled driveway one after the other, came to a stop before an eye pleasing combination of ’dobe bricks, red tile roof, colorwashed walls and green cacti showing in a pastel color combination against the ’dobe.
Behind a desk a beautiful veiled/unveiled woman was sitting.
She beamed at us with friendly cordiality.
“We want two rooms,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said, “One for myself and one for my companion and his Live in Relationship Partner.”
Āmnah Azhar smiled at him as if he was our servant and she was pleased with his services.
I disapproved of her arrogant behavior.
But Al Nādir Al Ghāzī only smiled,
“It’s okay with you, Ma’am?”
“Oh, sure, my boy,” Āmnah Azhar cooed at him graciously.
“Connecting bath?” the woman smiled.
“Separate,” Āmnah Azhar instructed curtly.
“It’s okay, Ma’am,” the woman laughed gracefully, “Sorry, I didn’t understand.”
“It’s all right,” Āmnah Azhar said majestically.
“Separate baths will be more expensive,” the woman smiled her warning.
“That’s all right,” Āmnah Azhar smiled her charming grace, “We want the best you have in the house.”
The woman’s beautiful eyes glistened.
“Ah, the Big Ma’am! She is accustomed to the best.”
“Yes,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled, “The Big Ma’am is on the Honeymoon.”
“Congratulations, Ma’am. Congratulations, Sir,” the woman congratulated Āmnah Azhar and me.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was enjoying it all.
He was habitual of enjoying his well calculated, well planned by himself, humiliations.
It was his own strategy to his success that never failed.
After all, how anyone could anticipate anyone planning to humiliate himself?
It kept them in dark about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
None suspected ever the constantly humiliated moron.
And that defeated them.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t moron at all.
He was actually the shrewdest operator in the family after his shrewdest ever-successful mastermind Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī.
Even his Ammī hadn’t realized it before Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī told her expressly.
Yet, it was a fact Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī made even their Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, lick her sexual secretions with Durgesh.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had objected.
“Bājī, I need your Āb-e-Zamzam with Durgesh more. Let Ammī suck Durgesh’s Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund itself.”
Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī used to laugh graciously.
“It’s all right, Naddū,” Durgesh and I would urinate into your mouth simultaneously. Let Ammī get Durgesh’s and my sexual secretions now.”
Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī was the Woman of the House.
Even their Ammī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, respected her eldest daughter, Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī, very much.
Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī was the one that recognized the importance of sexual intercourse with Durgesh first.
It wasn’t an ordinary sexual intercourse.
It was something more.
The Mexican woman kept smiling.
“You’ll get the best here, Ma’am. I have two beautiful connecting rooms. Yet, if you don’t want to share the bath, you’ve to take both the rooms, sorry. The room for the other señor must then be in the other wing.”
Āmnah Azhar eyed Al Nādir Al Ghāzī contemptuously,
“That will be fine. I don’t want any interference from my servants. Right, Naddū?”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī felt immensely humiliated.
He never allowed anyone to call him ‘Naddū’, except his Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī Bājī.
Well, let the bitch too call him ‘Naddū’, as long as she lets him lick clean her ever-precious sexual secretions with me.
It’s not normal that a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girl allows someone to do that.
Was it?
The more Ashvinātam sexual secretions of mine he licks the more powerful he is, even Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, the utmost successful of such persons, confirms it day and night.
He openly declares that he got rid of his physical incompetence completely licking his beautiful Musalmān houseladies’ Ashvinātam sexual secretions with me.
His wife Shamsah Salāħuddīn started it due to his physical incompetence.
She suggested Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, not an Imām then, to lick clean her sexual secretions with me.
Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī avoided at first.
Then Shamsah Salāħuddīn compelled him to lick clean her sexual secretions with me.
Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hadn’t another option ultimately to obey Shamsah Salāħuddīn.
His daughters’ sanctity was in danger otherwise.
He licked clean his wife, Shamsah Salāħuddīn after I fucked her.
Shamsah Salāħuddīn cuckolded successfully her physically incompetent Musalmān husband to herself and me, with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement’s cooperation.
He did it with non-consent and enormous reluctance.
Yet, gradually he started to feel improvements in his physically incompetent body.
His daughter, Najmah Salāħuddīn, could not believe it.
“Abbū, you are certainly mistaken. It can’t happen ever. Ammī is cuckolding you, and you are surrendering to her and Durgesh. It’s plain nonsense.”
“I suggest you one thing, Najmah Salāħuddīn, my child.” Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī said gravely.
“Yes, Abbū.” Najmah Salāħuddīn said obediently.
“Can you do something for me?”
“Why are you asking me in such a manner, Abbū?” Najmah Salāħuddīn felt herself hurt, “I’m your daughter. I can do anything for you.”*
Āmnah Azhar herself picked up the pen and registered for the three of us.
“How about the cars?” Āmnah Azhar asked.
“Oh, the cars? You leave them right there in the driveway. No one ever steals a car from here.”
“You have a watchman?” Āmnah Azhar asked her somewhat curtly.
The beautiful young Mexican Musalmān woman smiled.
“No, no watchman. However, in this country, you are among the honest people. Nevertheless, as a precaution, just as a precaution, you lock the car and leave the key with me. I put them in the cash drawer. If it should be necessary to move the cars in the morning before you are up, the yard girl can do it and you do not need to be disturbed. Yet, your cars are safe.”
“Okay,” Āmnah Azhar said gravely, “I’ll lock up the cars, bring in the keys. Yet, how about the baggage?”
“The boy would bring it to your respective rooms.” She indicated to a man, instead of a boy.
Āmnah Azhar deliberately turned to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī to humiliate him more.
“Naddū, you yourself bring my little overnight bag and Durgesh’s. Understand?”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī nodded obediently.
“Yes, Ma’am. Don’t worry. I’d myself take care of your baggage.”
“That’s a good boy,” Āmnah Azhar smiled graciously.
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
Āmnah Azhar smiled at me.
“Durgesh darling, I can’t tell you how relieved I am to feel that matters are in your hands.”
I pulled her to me circling her waist, and kissed her on her lips.
“You needn’t to worry. Forget everything, Sweetheart.”
“I will show the excellent couple their honeymoon suite. You bring the baggage.”
The last sentence was addressed to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.*
Āmnah Azhar stood, then sank gracefully down until she lay there, arms and legs spread out, all ready to accept me.
“Come on Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, now!” she demanded seductively, “Get yourself undressed and come here. Come and fuck me! I need you so much! Forget your stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī for me, for ever. He doesn’t have enough manly vigor that his cut Musalmān noonī can ever penetrate me successfully optimum. You are already satisfying sexually countless beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies who were your ex daughters in law. Why the hell are you hesitating now?”
I looked gravely at my stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
He laughed bitterly.
“It’s alright, Dad. I am a Musalmān, not a Hindu. As such, we have different morals. You’ve your various stepAmmīs your Live in Relationship Partners now. We Musalmīn, sorry, Pseudo Musalmīn in your Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners’ and your ‘more ethical’ eyes can never even imagine it.”
Āmnah Azhar laughed sarcastically.
“You and your morals! Hahaha!”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled gravely.
“Go ahead, Dad. She has sucked you already. She is my Ammī now. She isn’t my wife any more according to Sharīåt-e-Islam.”
My clothes went flying in seconds as I advanced on Āmnah Azhar.
My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund was now jerking and bouncing stiffly as it neared my quarry.
Āmnah Azhar’s extremely beautiful ever naughty Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes were shining brightly as she now opened her sexual lips apart; her hand sliding up and down her wild Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Come on Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’m all ready for you,” Āmnah Azhar said, “Come and make love to me!”
I dropped to my knees beside her, drinking in the so erotic sight before me.
No way could I hold myself back now.
There was now a deep longing for her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body and a feral desire to empty my Hindu sperm inside her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Nature was winning and from now on, I wasn’t going to complain or hold back one inch!
Āmnah Azhar brought me back to reality as she now reached out with her arms.
“Bring your sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund here first Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Āmnah Azhar said, “I want to taste him first of all, once more. What a tastiest Uncut Hindu Lund you have! Allah Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah!”
On my knees now I crawled across the sheet until my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund swayed above her head.
I leaned forward to allow Āmnah Azhar’s head to lift up and her mouth to touch me.
I almost jumped as I felt the sweet touch of her quivering, red, crimson, beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips once more on my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.
But instead of jerking away, my overriding movement was to thrust forward, realizing as I did so that Āmnah Azhar had simply opened her mouth and had now engulfed most of my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Oooh Āmnah Azhar,” I groaned, “That’s immensely lovely. Run your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue underneath…just there, yeahhhh, ooooh!”
Her delicate young pink Musalmān hand was busy running up and down my Hindu shaft, just softly sliding over my Hindu flesh; stimulating and titivating me until I could stand no more.
I pulled away, leaving Āmnah Azhar with her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth still open and her delicate young pink Musalmān hands still reaching for me.
“Come back Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Āmnah Azhar groaned, “I haven’t finished…”
“Don’t want to cum yet. My turn now,” I said as I repositioned myself astride her and leaned forward.
I heard Āmnah Azhar take a quick breath as my moistened Hindu erection touched her abdomen but it was higher up her young, twenty-eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body that now became the center of my attention.
Her gorgeous Musalmān breasts seemed to be bulging out as her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body prepared itself for sex.
In fact, all her sexual parts were in overdrive as she uncontrollably became more and more aroused.
She was glowing with health, vitality and sex appeal.
Somehow, I imagined her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooding with her ardent Musalmān lubrications and with my Hindu sperm.
I imagined her belly swollen with my child.
I imagined her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts leaking sprays of milk.
I knew that both Āmnah Azhar and I were very, very ready now.
My male Hindu lips descended onto one breast, loving the way her well-filled Musalmān flesh gave way and bounced back.
The way her little Musalmān nipples hardened under my male Hindu lips; the way her Musalmān aureoles crinkled even more as I kissed them.
Her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts filled my ever experienced, handsome, strong Hindu hands beautifully as I alternated my kissing from one breast to the other; from one nipple to tit next.
Āmnah Azhar’s breath was coming faster now, her rib cage was heaving and I could feel that her heart was pounding.
Then leaving her plump, ever erect, proud Musalmān breasts I slowly moved down her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body, loving every inch of it; her sleek svelte figure alluring in every way.
“Not yet, I’m not,” I replied, my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund jerking as I spoke; a long dribble of precum sliding from it down onto her smooth beautiful Musalmān thigh, “I haven’t fucked you yet!”
“Allah, Oh God, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, yes, yes,” moaned Āmnah Azhar frantically, “Come on then, fuck me, fill me!”
I crawled up on her, until I was poised immediately above Āmnah Azhar’s wanton female Musalmān body.
My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund was sliding now against her slippery Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān skin, not all that far from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I felt Āmnah Azhar’s pink, delicate, young, beautiful Musalmān hand grasp my Hindu erection and pull me towards her.
I simply couldn’t resist.
Why the hell should have I?
Because Āmnah Azhar was my ex stepdaughter in law?
Countless of them were now already my Live in Relationship Partners.
Now, finally, I was about to penetrate Āmnah Azhar’s young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, pink, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my supercharged sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Āmnah Azhar’s pink, delicate, young, beautiful Musalmān hand moved my stout Hindu knob up and down her pink Musalmān slit, obviously coating it in her generous Musalmān lubrications before aligning the end with the indentation that I could now feel; the entrance to her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, to her Musalmān womb itself.
“Come to me, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, please,” Āmnah Azhar said as her delicate young pink Musalmān hands pulled me closer, “Get your ever experienced, handsome, strong Uncut Hindu Lund inside me!”
A little push and I felt my stout Hindu knob parting her hot Musalmān flesh.
There was a slight resistance before our slippery fluids eased her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān entrance and then I felt myself sliding, sliding into her hot wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole.
“Aaaaahhhhhh!” breathed Āmnah Azhar, her eyes bright and wild, “Yessssss, yesssss! Allah Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah!”
I held myself in place, allowing her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body to get used to my rigid sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund before Āmnah Azhar’s arms pulled me once more.
“All the way, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Āmnah Azhar said, “All the way in now. Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
It was now my turn to moan.
Yet, with immense pride, triumphantly, of course!
“Yesssss! Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God – you’re lovely; so tight, so hot, so sweet!” I hissed as I gently allowed my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund to penetrate further into her grasping young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Oh Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’ve waited so long,” groaned Āmnah Azhar as I felt her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body lifting up to meet me, “Love me, just make love to me now!”
Instead of speaking I began moving up and down, sliding my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān depths to her entrance and back once more.
There was a gentle squelching noise as my Hindu piston squeezed into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sheath, driving out the overflowing liquid lubrication.
That was followed by soft grunts from Āmnah Azhar as I reached as far into her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body as I could penetrate; the tip of my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund now pushing hard against her Musalmān cervix.
I looked down at her and saw that Āmnah Azhar had a massive smile on her face; a look of pure female Musalmān delight and total absorption.
I smiled as well as I watched her immensely beautiful, young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth fall open when I pushed my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund hard into her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body once again.
Hard but not violent, pushing but not driving; penetrating but not piercing; together we fucked steadily, our bodies coming together in unison; our minds united.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was watching immensely absorbed.
Durgesh was always the best.
It was the duty he was born for, perhaps, actually.
He is watching Durgesh fucking immensely beautiful Musalmān houseladies ever since when Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was a child only.
Durgesh always fucked them wildly, yet immense sophisticatedly ever.
He fucked beautiful Musalmān houseladies with a devotion as if he was not fucking them, offering his meditation instead to his Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā.
It was unique.
It was the mystery of Durgesh’s infinite success in fucking beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
The beautiful Musalmān houseladies never felt such divinity with anyone except Durgesh.
Despite his entire differences with Durgesh Al Nādir Al Ghāzī always praised Durgesh for fucking beautiful Musalmān houseladies with such a divine devotion.
“You weren’t a virgin?” I asked eventually and Āmnah Azhar shook her head.
“Well, I was a sort-of virgin Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I’ve had a ‘lover’, a husband, but you’re the first man to be inside me,” Āmnah Azhar said, “My hairbrush broke me in and my vibrator and things have been up there too but this is so much better – you’re alive inside me! I can feel all the veins on your sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund inside me. I can feel you sliding in me. You’re pulsing and throbbing in there, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” I said, as I continued to gently make love to Āmnah Azhar, “However, not getting close to coming even now, that’s why I’m throbbing only.”
“Oh good, Allah Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah! Fuck me nonstop now until I exist, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.” moaned Āmnah Azhar, her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot now gripping my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund tighter, “However, ultimately, You’re going to fill me, aren’t you Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?”
I hadn’t actually considered that subject.
I’d been too absorbed in just loving her but now the matter was not getting close even now.
A decision not had to be made soon.
I had tremendous time.
If there wasn’t the stockholders’ meeting, I could have really fucked Āmnah Azhar till infinity nonstop.
“Shouldn’t I pull out when I cum,” I said, “Don’t want you getting pregnant the first time!”
“Why ever not?” asked Āmnah Azhar, her beautiful Musalmān eyes locked onto mine, “I love you; I want you; I want to be with you, so why ever not?”
I smiled only.
Not responding to her question.
“Suppose I want to?” said Āmnah Azhar obstinately.
Her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was now very actively milking my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund, “I want to get my children out of the way early, so why not start right now? Al Nādir Al Ghāzī couldn’t give me any child. Won’t you too?”
My eyes opened wide as Āmnah Azhar spoke, knowing that in a few minutes that could indeed happen – or I could abort my mission and spray my seed on Āmnah Azhar’s body instead.
Nevertheless, deep inside me there was a lust for nature, a primeval desire to fill her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān belly in the way nature had intended.
“Shall we try then?” I asked Āmnah Azhar and her immensely beautiful, young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth beamed a huge smile back at me.
“Yes Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, yessss,” she cried, “Do it then – fill me!”
My mind had been shaken with the situation, so much so that lust had built up as if behind a dam inside me.
My whole Hindu male body shook with the frightening reality of it all – I was about to try to make Āmnah Azhar pregnant!
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God,” I groaned as desire began to overcome me.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God,” I groaned again as my body began to drive my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund into Āmnah Azhar harder and faster.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God,” I groaned once more as I felt everything start to tighten up as my now unstoppable Hindu orgasm began to rise.
“Oh yes, yes, Durgesh, Allah Allah, Måshā Allah, Subħān Allah! Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā – do it!” cried Āmnah Azhar, her young, twenty eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body now writhing wildly beneath me, “Don’t stop – I’m coming too!”
I couldn’t stop anyway now – I couldn’t even bring myself to withdraw – I could only power my pulsating sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund as far into her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as I could, now feeling the rubbery entrance to her very Musalmān womb at the tip of my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Sensations were crawling all over me.
My whole body had gone mad as I seemed to turn into one enormous sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund as I slammed harder and harder into Āmnah Azhar’s beautiful, splendid, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Sweat was dripping everywhere.
Juices were spraying around.
Limbs were flailing.
Voices were crying out.
Orgasms were coming, coming, cummmmming!!
With a final grunt I felt my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund jerk hard and blast off his first volley of molten fire.
It felt as if I’d emptied a bucket of my Hindu stuff into Āmnah Azhar’s young, twenty-eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
My Hindu sperm was overflowing around my balls already!
I grunted again as another eruption took place; and another and yet another.
Āmnah Azhar had her immensely beautiful, young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth tight shut and all her muscles had seized up – until suddenly she let it all out.
“Yessss DURGESH, ANANT MUSLIMĀTCHOD HINDU PIYĀ, – cummmmmming! I’m cummmming toooooooooooo!” Āmnah Azhar screamed, loud enough for me to look around to check that no-one had heard, “Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah! Oh God – I’m cumming so hard – can’t stop!”
Her young, twenty-eight years old, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body was jerking wildly around.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful, immensely enticing, ever inviting me, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was squeezing and sucking at my sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund, demanding every last drop of my Hindu semen be shed inside its welcoming Musalmān embrace.
Āmnah Azhar’s arms were tight around my neck; her legs tight over my Hindu male buttocks as she pulled me as far into her as she could.
In addition, I wasn’t about to disappoint her.
My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund was firmly lodged against her cervix as my creamy Hindu sperm filled her up while Āmnah Azhar shook and shivered and jerked her way through what seemed like a never ending orgasm.
“Oh Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, that was so wonderful,” said Āmnah Azhar as she finally came down from her female Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ecstasy, “If I’d have known it would be that good I’d have made you make love to me years ago!”
“Oh no, you wouldn’t have managed,” I replied, “I wouldn’t have let you.”
“Oh yeah?” she questioned me, “Just as well I didn’t try then!”
Slowly we collapsed, Āmnah Azhar lying on the bed and me with my lips resting on Āmnah Azhar’s.
We held our hands too.
My sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, immensely stout, Uncut Hindu Lund was still penetrating her young, twenty eight years old, extremely lovely, smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“What are you up to?” asked Āmnah Azhar as I moved between her legs once more, “What are you doing?”
“He has just realized I hadn’t done my duty,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī laughed, “I Didn’t clean you up!
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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 13
Posted: October 25, 2014 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, HVS Law Internationals, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim Personal Law 1937, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Āmnah Azhar Leave a commentChapter 13
Durgesh Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb
Al Rizwānah Assultān smiled seductively at me.
“Unless you are representing Al Nādir Al Ghāzī in the Corporation too, I have to watch myself carefully how and upto what extent I can provide you the information concerned.”
“I want to know who holds Certificate Number 786 in the Corporation.”
“I can’t tell you that, offhand, you can understand that.”
“When’s your stockholders’ meeting?”
“Day after tomorrow.”
“What time?”
“Two o’clock.”
“It’s a regular annual meeting?”
“Sure,”
“What are the provisions in the bylaws about proxy voting, if any?”
“Naturally, I believe the provisions confirm to the state law. However, to be exact I have to consult the record. I can’t recall everything offhand exactly, naturally.”
“The media section also belongs to the Corporation?”
“Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”
“Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“It’s given to Ma’am Al Jihad Al Vaqār.”
“Not to Ma’am Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb?”
“No,”
“It hasn’t been transferred fully to Madam Al Jihad Al Vaqār?”
“There are some legal problems. Your law firm HVS Law Internationals is itself handling it. Your associate advocate Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī is the in charge I believe,”
“Al Jihad Al Vaqār holds a lot of proxies with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s confirmation?”
“I believe so, yes.”
“How many?”
“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to discuss the affairs of the Corporation, Sir. I’m not authorized to disclose such information about the Corporation, even if you represent the Corporation itself.”
“Who is authorized?” I smiled, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī himself only?”
Al Rizwānah Assultān herself smiled teasingly now,
“Sir, I’m afraid your stepson, Mr. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is not an officer of the company.”
“I know. Who is the President, anyway, if Al Nādir Al Ghāzī isn’t?”
“Madam Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, your own Live in Relationship Partner”*
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb squeezed my Hindu Penis fully embedded into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, changed position on my nude Hindu male lap, took hold of her mobile and punched the number of the district attorney,
“May I get Mr. District Attorney, please? Isn’t this his personal number?”
She listened to what was said from other side.
Then she said,
“I want the complaint division, if you please,”
After another moment, she said,
“This is Mrs. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Ghāzī talking. I’m a wife of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. According to Muslim Personal Law 1937 a Musalmān can have only four wives at a time. My ever-erring husband has now a fifth wife without divorcing any of us four duly married wives according to Sharīåt-e-Muħammadīs. He is openly living with that woman illegally. He has deserted me and gone through the formality of an invalid, fraudulent and entirely spurious Mexican divorce. I desire to swear a complaint against Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, charging him with illegal marriage. Could you give me an appointment for some time tomorrow morning?”
There was a moment’s silence, and then she smiled and said,
“I am aware that you would prefer not to stir up the question of these Mexican divorces. As it happens, rather I am the one who is stirring it up. I insist upon swearing to a complaint charging my husband with illegal marriage. What time may I have an appointment, please?”
Again she listened, smiled and then said,
“Ten-fifteen? Thank you very much. And for whom shall I ask?… Yes, Mr. Gajānan, yes. The deputy in the complaint department, yes. Thank you very much. At ten-fifteen promptly I’ll be there.”
She disconnected her mobile and looked at me.
“The terrorist bastard has to run away now to save his own skin, instead of planning any terrorist attack on anyone.”
I smiled.
“Locking the stable after the horse is stolen.”
“What do you mean?”
“Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī is a dangerous antagonist for you.”
“Your associate advocate in your international law firm, HVS Law Internationals?”
“You know her already.”
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb kept herself moving up and down on my rock hard upstanding Uncut Hindu Penis.
“She can’t change his illegal marriage into a legal one. Can she, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?”
I grabbed her slim waist, playing every now and then with her beautiful nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī calls Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī ‘Bājī’, kisses her feet with ardent devotion and licks her Musalmān Cunt and her Musalmān ass too, after I fuck Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.”
“What a perfect younger brother,” Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb laughed, “that’s what these terrorist bastard Pseudo Musalmīn deserve everywhere.”
Her voice was full of intense venom for Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.*
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī’s eyes lit up when my Uncut Hindu Penis penetrated her entirely once again.
“Sorry, I couldn’t come earlier, Durgesh. Yet I had to check up on a couple of things before I came down to talk with you. Frankly, Durgesh, the situation is incredible.”
“What’s wrong with it, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī?”
“It’s incredible, absolutely incredible. Things are in a hell of a shape.” She pushed her extremely beautiful gorgeous nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my nude male Hindu lap, swallowing my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into her still tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I couldn’t believe she had really her own children.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed it’s due to their five times a day offering Salwāt.
It constricted the vaginas of them and expanded their beautiful female buttocks splendidly five times a day.
However, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed so many things more.
She claimed that the Stavan of Hindus similarly strengthened their male genital organ.
Everyone knew she claimed it strategically to establish her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Except the ever horniest Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of her Seven Movements, and their ever biased Hindu male lovers, none else believed such nonsense.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī knew however, that countless Pseudo Musalmīn did too suspect that it was true.
The ever-superstitious damnfools.
“Tell me about it.” I said.
“Well, now, the setup of the ‘Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah’ media empire and Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company is a little peculiar, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I can’t go into details but Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has successfully deceived his stockholders that he is the big shot, not I. He made them believe that only for legal purposes Al Nādir Al Ghāzī strategically keeps in the background himself. On the ‘advice of counsel’, he’s keeping out of Board of Directors and doesn’t hold any elective office, deliberately, strategically, cunningly. Because of certain deals with a partnership, his interests in that are perfectly all right as long as he’s only a stockholder. His such interests in that partnership might only be questioned legally if he were a Director.”
I nodded fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī fiercely.
Virtually, actually, she was the President of Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company legally.
It suited Al Nādir Al Ghāzī too, because in this way he could have property in Ved Nagar even, the ever-mysterious City State.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī went on.
“He has successfully spread the strategic rumors that all of us are actually his persons, working for him actually, not for ourselves.”
“Dummies for Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?” I smiled sarcastically.
“That’s right.”
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī suddenly remembered how Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had ridiculed my attention to my ex stepdaughters in law.
“Why do you think you are responsible for anything your Musalmān stepsons do to your Musalmān ex daughters in law, Dad?”
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī’s eyes lit up as her ever-arrogant son, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, called me ‘Dad’.
There were numerous Musalmān stepsons of mine who didn’t even call me ‘Dad’.
They preferred to call me ‘Mr. Durgesh’ instead.
I watched him gravely.
“A father is supposed to give some sacraments to his sons, my son.”
“How could you do that? You haven’t fathered us, your Musalmān stepsons, exactly.”
“Sure, nevertheless, when your Ammīs honored me with their Live in Relationship with me, their children too became related to me, at least somewhat, if not entirely.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled quite amused.
“That’s very nice of you. Yet, you know very well none of us ever approved of what our Ammīs did.”
“That’s your personal matter with your Ammīs. You want me to intervene?”
“Certainly not.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī controlled himself, “Yet you never stopped taking interest in our wives, even when we divorced them.”
“And why should you have any objection to that? Once you’ve divorced them why should you’ve any interest in their whereabouts?”
“Well, they are our ex wives, aren’t they?”
“So what? Once divorced they can live in Relationship with anyone they decide.”
“You aren’t anyone you know.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī retorted, “They deliberately choose you on us despite we are more perfect for them according to our age.”
“Then why do you divorcé them?”
“A person loses interest in the same dish daily even if it was the best for him/her when s/he first wanted the other.”
“That’s the difference between our reasoning. I don’t think they are dishes only.”
“I know you Hindus hate divorces.”
“Any objection?”
“Nothing. In the present legal system of Democracy, every adult is free to do anything s/he damn pleases.”
“You don’t like it. Don’t you?”
“I hate when my ex wives claim they are happier with you than they were with me.”
“I can understand that. Yet it’s their own judgment. They naturally compare their present life partner with their ex life partner. If they find me better, why it’s bothering you? Let them feel anything whatsoever.”*
I watched Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī fucking her vigorously.
I knew she loved Al Nādir Al Ghāzī to the extent to help him in business, at least.
Despite the fact that she had acknowledged Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had spread rumors successfully that they all were his persons only, actually.
“After I telephoned you, you delayed coming to me. You were talking with Al Rizwānah Assultān?”
“Exactly. I know you are busy almost ever in defending us Musalmān houseladies from our ever inhuman Pseudo Musalmān mankind. There’s no use taking up your time talking about something unless I knew about it myself entirely. I wanted to find out everything I could.”
“What did you find out?”
“That woman! My ex daughter in law! That Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb! She’s smart, Durgesh. She’s smart as a whip!”
“Exactly what she’s done?” I penetrated her once more fiercely.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī enjoyed my violent Hindu penetration of her still tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt very much, squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund with her vaginal muscles gratefully and thanked me with her immensely indebted eyes.
“Well, we sent out proxies in the usual form, made out to A.J.A.V. Al Ghāzī. I’m damned if Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb didn’t send out other proxies made out to ‘A.J.A.V. Al Ghāzī, holder of Certificate of Stock 786.’ Well, you’ve guessed it, Durgesh. Certificate of Stock number 786 was made out to Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb four years ago when she and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī were all hunky-dory and everything was sitting pretty.”
“What happened to the original proxies?” I kept fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī ferociously more and more.
She loved it very much.
The more ferociously I fucked Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī the more was she proud of her excellent golden hair and her immense Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.
“They are all in order, all right.” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī said, “They are filed in alphabetical order, just as neat as a pin. You’ve met Al Rizwānah Assultān. You know how she goes about it, filing ’em all in order with cross references to the stock ledger and all that.”
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī smiled triumphantly squeezing my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot more and more gratefully, impishly.
She knew very well how to please me.
Every beautiful Musalmān houselady knew, she thought.
That’s why beautiful Musalmān houseladies have always defeated the Christian houseladies, the Jew houseladies, the Persian houseladies and even the Brāhmañ houseladies in wooing Durgesh.
It was the time almost every beautiful houselady was wooing Durgesh entirely unashamed of herself.
Durgesh was the perfect man every woman needed to possess.
“Nevertheless,” I said enjoying her offerings very much, “it would certainly seem to me that someone would have realized the situation when these other proxies began to come in. Certainly, Al Rizwānah Assultān must have known that she hadn’t sent those proxies out, and when a new proxy, made to ‘A.J.A.V. Al Ghāzī, holder of Certificate of Stock 786’, came in, you’d certainly think Al Rizwānah Assultān would have checked up on it.”
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī surrendered.
She couldn’t argue in protection of Al Rizwānah Assultān with me any more.
“You would, for a fact. However, the funny part of it is that Al Rizwānah Assultān doesn’t know when those proxies came in. They are there all right; they are signed, all right, and they are filed neatly, in apple pie order. Nevertheless, they must have come in all at once and some filing clerk did the job. Al Rizwānah Assultān swears they never went across her desk. She says she would have known about them if they had.”
“You believe Al Rizwānah Assultān?”
“I believe Al Rizwānah Assultān, yes.”
“And the Stockholders’ meeting is day after tomorrow?”
“That’s right. Moreover, I don’t mind telling you, my love, there’s hell to pay. We can’t get hold of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. He’s off on a second honeymoon with his new extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Āmnah Azhar. All wrapped up in his new Musalmān redhead of his. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, my damnfool son, doesn’t want anyone to know where he is. Doesn’t want to be disturbed by business. And he is faced with the loss of his whole company! I’m worried. I’m frightened.”
“What will happen if Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb gets the control?” I asked gravely, fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī now more fervently.
Trying to keep her mind on positive track still now, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī herself was fucking me now wildly.
“What will happen? Allah, don’t tell me you don’t know Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. You fuck her too. She is herself your Live in Relationship partner now. When she was with us she quarreled with me I didn’t pay proper attention in upbringing my son, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. She accused me of being dedicated to my own sex life more than to upbringing my son more painstakingly. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will have the books audited. She will shake down this, that and the other. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will put her own Board of Directors. She will sue the Ghāzī partnership for fraud on a couple of deals that haven’t panned out so well. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will call the Income Tax People and point out certain things that we’ve keeping covered up. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will wreck the whole damn business. She’d collapse the whole house of cards!”
Now, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī was fucking me furiously, wildly, as if she couldn’t survive without fucking me utterly.
“I see,” I said keeping my mind cool and active profoundly, instead of only enjoying her wildfire sexual activities, “Has Al Rizwānah Assultān checked with any of the filing clerks, to see who filed those other proxies?”
“Well, in a quiet sort of a way, Al Rizwānah Assultān is snooping around. She doesn’t want any of the help to know that anything’s wrong. She is asking a few guarded questions.”
“You think there are some skeletons in the closet of the Ghāzī Company?”
“Well, now,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī hedged, “I’m trying to use my best judgment. Yet, I think I’ve told you every damn thing I can.”
“You are a heavy stockholder in the company, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī?” I asked smiling as if it wasn’t any important thing at all.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī grinned,
“Don’t make any mistake about me, my Hindu love, I hold the major share of stock in the company, far more than enough to qualify for the Board of Directors and be President. The Salary is the highest and the duties of office consist mostly in signing my name and furnishing entertainment for the visiting firewomen. Wallah, none of them needs more entertainment if you are once available to everyone of them.”
I smiled.
“You don’t happen to have anyone working in your stenographic department by the name of Al Qāsim, do you?”
“Allah, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I wouldn’t know. I don’t think so. We keep a few girls busy, well, too many if you want me to tell you the truth.”
“This one is a girl about twenty eight or twenty nine, long legged, slim waisted, heavy plump big buttocks perfectly round, firm, immensely beautiful, with steady, slate gray eyes, fine blonde hair, and…”
“Stop it!” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī groaned, “You are making me jealous of the girl.”
“You know her?” I asked insistently.
“Allah, no! Why are you so interested in her? You have more beautiful girls crowding around you already.”
“If you have to do quite a bit of entertaining you perhaps have a list of young women who can be called in as partners, as you provide me to your female stockholders.”
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī smiled.
“For you? Sure. You have infinite sexual lust for us beautiful Musalmān houseladies. The more you fuck us the more you lust to fuck us. Incredible, yet true. I need them to satisfy you sexually. Yes. I haven’t another option to keep you in order. Have I?”
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī chuckled.
I smiled.
“Perhaps this girl’s name and address are in your little green notebook. Perhaps she is available for dinner dates, or a dancing partner?”
“Could be.” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī teased me.
“You don’t remember her?”
“Even if I remember her, I am not crazy enough to tell you. I’m enjoying you myself very much and I don’t want you to leave me in the middle to fuck her.”
“Nonsense!”
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī smiled.
“Fuck me, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. At present only Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī is available to you.”
“If you know of any way to get in touch with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, you’d better go to work on that angle.”
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī looked glum.
“And in the meantime,” I went on, “you’d better investigate your own organization and see if you can’t find who filed those new proxies.”
“I’d give a lot to know that one,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī said, “It looks to me that someone is double crossing us.”
Chapter 14
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 12
Posted: October 21, 2014 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, Al Jihad Al Vaqār, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Dr. Bhīmrāo Ambedkar, Durgesh, Feminism, HVS Law Internationals, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, or, Pakistan, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, the Partition of India, Ved, Yajurved, Ħāfizah Iftikħār Leave a commentChapter 12
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was, I decided now, in the late twenties.
Evidently, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was a young woman that knew her way around.
Yet, there was nothing hard about her.
She seemed as naturally naïve and as spontaneous with her friendship as a young puppy, anxious to make friends with everyone in a joyful world.
Yet, I knew very well that it was her well decided, well thought out, and deliberately preplanned presentation of herself.
Nevertheless, what was wrong in that?
Everyone has a right to present to others in any manner whatsoever s/he damn pleases.
Doesn’t s/he?
“Where were you, may I ask, on the afternoon of the third, day before yesterday?” I asked casually.
“Allah, good heavens,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās laughed throatily.
“Where were you?” I smiled.
“Allah, are you really serious?”
“Is there anything secret you can’t tell me?”
“Durgesh, I don’t want to lie to you while we are making love and on the other hand I can’t give you the information without permission from my friend I was with.”
“I see,”
“Give me some time to get her permission, please!”
“Okay,” I smiled, “no problem. Let me put it another way. Were you near the intersection of Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue and Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive?”
“On the third?”
“On the third.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās shook her beautiful head slowly.
“I don’t think I was. What’s the matter, however?”
“Well, I’ve been reported that you were with some equally beautiful lady as you are in a green colored Mercedes. You had had a flat tire and had pulled into the curb to fix it. There was an accident on the intersection just as you were getting ready to drive away and you noticed something about the car, or about one of the cars that had been in the accident. It was a green Mercedes itself.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was shaking her head vigorously now.
“Durgesh darling, I’m quite certain there’s some mistake somewhat. At the moment I certainly can’t recall or tell you where I was. Nevertheless, I do know very definitely that I haven’t seen any accident within the past few weeks. I can’t disclose my friend’s name without her permission but I assure you I wasn’t riding in any car that had a punctured tire. Naturally. You don’t think I’d forget even that.”
“Sure Sweetheart,” I smiled, “I agree with you,”
“What’s the matter, however, if I may ask?”
“Oh sure, my company, HVS Law Internationals, is representing the occupants of the car that was hit. There was a young man, Ħafïz Iftikħār, a chap twenty two years old who has a broken hip. We hope it will heal up all right so he won’t be crippled. Nevertheless, it’s a serious injury, and it’s certainly going to take some time, even with the best of cure, before he can…”
“Oh, that’s too bad!” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās interrupted me, “I know your client however,”
“Really?” I was surprised.
“Ħafïz Iftikħār has a very beautiful sister, Ħāfizah Iftikħār. You are representing Ħafïz Iftikħār because Ħāfizah Iftikħār is your very intimate friend, isn’t it? As intimate as myself now,”
I smiled,
“You know Ħāfizah Iftikħār?”
“Sure, she even shares her intimate sessions with you with me,”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! You ladies! You share even these intimacies with each other? We men never.”
“We Musalmān houseladies respect and admire you tremendously,”
“Nonsense, you Musalmān houseladies call me Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Don’t you?” I smiled.
“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās corrected me, “It’s our admiration for you. You know what we need actually and you give us that.”
“Sex?”
“Yes, but not sex alone. Love, intimacy, faithfulness, protection, money, joy, happiness, and what not?Actually you are our real husband, Durgesh darling, not those who are married with us unfortunately,”
“Thank you. I’m really honored tremendously,”
“We feel actually entirely opposite it,” she smiled, “I’ve followed many of your court cases. I think you’re ─well, not only brilliant, magnetic and powerful, especially for us Musalmān houseladies those were suffering from immense injustice of our Pseudo Musalmīn mankind and Pseudo Musalmān society but also willing to stand and fight for the underdog even if he were a Pseudo Musalmān. I admire that enormously.”
“Thank you. That’s certainly gratifying.” I said, “I try to do the best I can when I’m working on a case.”
“Having such a famous personage sharing ultimate intimacy with me in my own apartment is a little too much of a thrill for me. I don’t suppose you understand but I’m as nervous as can be. This is something I can’t forget my entire life.”
“I take it you’re not working at any regular job.” I smiled enjoying her tremendous wild animal thrusts nonstop constantly swallowing my entire sixty five years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Prick into her extremely beautiful extremely tight only twenty five plus young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
It was more than obvious she was extremely ravenous and unashamed of it that it was our first time yet she was taking utmost advantage of it.
My lust to fuck her was increasing nonstop itself with her every thrust.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was crazy for me and now I too myself wanted to see how longer more she wanted to fuck me.
I was playing with her plump gorgeous Musalmān buttocks and boobs alternatively.
My penis was growing into her constantly in length and thickness both.
It was perhaps the unique quality of my penis that made women crazy to fuck me again and again, once they had fucked me.
Once with Durgesh
All the rest is trash
That was what they used to say.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās sighed.
“Unfortunately, most of us once married Musalmān houseladies are suffering from the same tragedy.”
“Tragedy?”
“I’m divorced, on allowance. They permit our Pseudo Musalmān mankind to say ‘Talāq, Talāq, Talāq’ three times and we poor Musalmān houseladies are divorced immediately. Even your Dr. Bhīmrāo Ambedkar has written in his famous book, ‘Pakistan, or, the Partition of India’ that a Musalmān woman is the most unfortunate woman of entire womankind.”
“I’m sorry.” I impaled her beautiful eyes with mine, “I didn’t know. Alimony?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly averted her glance, then suddenly turned defiant eyes back to mine,
“Anything wrong with that?”*
I replied furiously,
“Certainly not. I never said that.”
“Does it make any difference in the matter you’re investigating?”
I smiled,
“A nice way of asking me if it’s any of my business?”
“Sorry. Actually, I was just wondering whether you were investigating me and this story about the automobile accident was something to sort of pave the way.”
“Is there anything about you are afraid of investigating?”
“My ex-husband is trying to reduce my alimony.”
“I see.”
“Has he retained you, by the way?”
“To investigate you?”
“Well?”
“No. I’m interested in you because I’m trying to uncover witnesses to that automobile accident.”
“Even now?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked in my eyes meaningfully.
“Hell, never. Now I’m interested in you to keep fucking you more than in anything else.”
She laughed.
“Thanks for honoring my offer.”
“I think you’ve honored me rather. Moreover, the erring Musalmān husband don’t think me appropriate to investigate their wives. My reputation is that mostly I change my clients after meeting beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
She laughed.
“How lucky we Musalmān houseladies are!”
“I enjoy you beautiful Musalmān houseladies more,” I laughed cunningly, “Never underestimate me. I hate to remain in loss. Ever.”
“So do us beautiful Musalmān houseladies,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās winked at me lewdly.
We both kissed each other passionately keeping my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely vanished into her tight young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“I’m quite certain I wasn’t at the Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue, and what was that other street?”
“Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive.”
“I know where Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue is, but I don’t even know where Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive is, Durgesh darling,”
“You own a car?”
“Sure,”
“What color?”
“Hey, how did you happen to come here in the first place to honor me in this way?”
“Sanmukh hohi jīv mohi jabhīn,
Janmkoŧi agh nāshahin tabhīn.’
“What does it mean?”
“I can’t divulge the source of my information. However, I have reason to believe you might be the person I was looking for. You certainly answer the description.”
“Nevertheless, you can’t tell me how you got my description, who gave it to you?”
“S/he can be my client. It might be a privileged communication between a client and his/her attorney. Even the Supreme Court doesn’t has any right to make me divulge it.”
“I see. However, do you believe in fate, Durgesh darling?”
“Certainly not. I believe in ‘Kurvannévéh karmāñi jijīvishechchhatagvong samāh, évam tvayi nānyathéto’sti n’ karm lipyaté naré.’”
“Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun what the heck are you telling.”
“It’s the second Mantr of Yajurved, Adhyāý 40. It means fate is nothing but only the result of our actions. Since we are free to act in any manner we damn please, we ourselves make our fate knowingly or unknowingly.”
“Allah, are you an atheist?”
“Certainly not,”
“Then why the hell are you talking like one?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās squeezed her already tight vaginal muscles around my entirely embedded Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I controlled myself from screaming out of immense pleasure yet pain too somewhat.
“I’m in need of a lawyer, Durgesh,”
“Really? If I can do anything for you, just tell me and forget everything that’s worrying you.”
“I’ve been married twice. The first time was simply tragic. The last time I was more cautious.”
“Naturally,” I said, “only a foolish woman wouldn’t be more cautious even after suffering from something already. Did it work out all right?”
“Allah Arraħmānirraħīm,” she sighed, “unfortunately, it didn’t. However, I was more cautious second time and I had deliberately married a wealthy man. It was the only thing that helped.”
“Nevertheless, the marriage broke up?”
“Nevertheless, the marriage broke up. I’m getting alimony now.”
“How much?”
“One thousand dollars a week.”
I whistled.
“Well?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās asked defiantly, boldly, “Do you think that’s too much? You should see how much money your terrorist Pseudo Musalmān stepson makes.”
“My terrorist Pseudo Musalmān stepson?”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
I was surprised.
“You were my daughter in law?”
“So what? Do you regret now that I’m fucking you? I know Al Jihad Al Vaqār fucked you right before she was getting married to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
I didn’t approve of it.
Yet it was useless now to discuss it with her.
She had deliberately done it.
To take her revenge from Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?
The husband divorced her yet she is now his Ammī legally, at least morally even if not legally.
Countless of divorced beautiful Musalmān houseladies had already done it.
Most of my Pseudo Musalmīn stepsons refused to limit themselves to only four duly married Musalmān wives.
They were jealous of the Hindus who had only one duly married Musalmān wife yet countless beautiful Musalmān Live in Relationship partnerships.
My Musalmān stepsons divorced their faithful Musalmān wives.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade approached them and advised to join me in Live in Relationship.
It made them Ammī of my erring Pseudo Musalmīn stepsons.
Their slogan was ‘Mecca Fataħ’.
I hid my psychology successfully from Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
There wasn’t even a bit of expression on my face or eyes what my actual reactions to it was.
“I take it you weren’t married very long.” I smiled cunningly ostensibly.
She sighed a long breath of satisfaction.
Now she was cheerful again.
“Five years, and during that time Al Nādir Al Ghāzī made a lot of his money.”
“I see.”
“Nevertheless, the bastard is going into court trying to do something to get reduced my alimony.”
“You can’t blame Al Nādir Al Ghāzī for that.” I winked at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās teasingly.
It made her furious however.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kept fucking me wildly.
“When a man possesses a woman, Durgesh darling, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, he acquires a very peculiar possession. It is, in a way, an emotional mirror too, a sounding board, an animated echo of his own emotions whether full of love or deceit. Usually he gets back what he gives to his woman unless she is a damnfool and loves even the deceitful bastard even more than herself.”
“I agree with you. I don’t think anyone should love someone more than herself/himself.
It’s harmful even to the one you love.”
“I couldn’t follow you, sorry.”
“You can do anything for the one you love only when you are yourself alive and in a position to do something for her/him. If you yourself aren’t alive, or alive but not capable to do something for him/her, isn’t it harmful to the one you love that much?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me strangely.
“You have queer but more benevolent morals than the normal persons do.”
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“I was telling you when a man possesses a woman; he has acquired a very peculiar possession actually.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās resumed what she was telling me, “It is, in a way, an emotional mirror, a sounding board, an animated echo of his own emotions. He gets back what he gives to her.”
“I understand. My stepson never played fair with you.”
“With me? With me only? He never played fair with any of his wives. The Pseudo Musalmīn never do. They are munāfiqīn. During the honeymoon, a man looks upon his wife as an angel. The wife reciprocates in the same way, naturally. She looks upon him as a god. To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
“I understand,” I said patiently.
Every person had his/her own philosophy knowingly or unknowingly.
It’s developed unconsciously through his/her knowledge and experiences.
It’s the actual driving force that drives him/her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was telling me her mental blueprint unknowingly.
It was better for me to listen to her instead of contradicting her.
She went on to tell,
“There is a period of mutual, worshipful admiration. Then the glamour wears off if there wasn’t any real love between them. The man realizes that he hasn’t acquired any angel actually. He has acquired a working partner only. He starts to act as if he still thinks his wife an angel to keep peace in married life. He thinks his wife is a damnfool enough not to understand it. However, she isn’t. She understands her husband’s behavior and starts to play the same game with him. Honesty is responded as honesty and game is responded by game.”
I wanted to say, ‘This is not the way to keep a family.’, but it wouldn’t have done any good in her present mood and position.
She had already been divorced by Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, my stepson that thought he was more brilliant than I was.
I let her continue.
“He gets a working partner.” Her eyes glittered slightly under the half closed lids.
“Then a man sometimes begins to fret. He begins to chafe, irritate, at restraint. He begins to be a little restless, because he has lost his freedom. He refuses to understand that it was his own choice. No one compelled him to marry. It was a matter of common sense for him to understand that he couldn’t remain as free after a partnership as he was before it. That’s the difference in partnership and proprietorship. A marriage is the transformation of the proprietorship of life into a partnership.”
I didn’t disturb Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
She was speaking her mind, and I was better listen to her.
It made me expert in understanding women psychology better.
“He then does either one of the two things.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said bitterly, “He begins to cheat a little bit, in a quiet, awkward manner, or he begins to nag. In any event, he shows that his wife has become something less than his most prized possession.”
“And then what?” I asked understanding and digesting her mental blueprint, her philosophy of life.
It was useful for me not only in her Sādhnā, but also in my entire Sādhnā of womankind, ‘Sādhuyā’.
“Then,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said curtly, “He gets paid back in exactly his own coin. If a man is wise, he’ll take as much freedom as he feels that he needs. If a wife is wise, she’ll give her husband as much freedom as he needs to keep him happy. Then the home life will be happy. The husband may lie to his wife, he may cheat a little, but he’ll always value her as a prized possession. However, when a husband regards his wife as a ball and chain, she can slam the door of prison very, very tight, lock the door and throw away the key.”
“That’s what you have done?”
“That’s what Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is adamant to do to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, not me.”
Chapter 13
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 11
Posted: October 6, 2014 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Āmnah Azhar Leave a commentChapter 11
Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī
Durgesh Āmnah Azhar
Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī licked my Uncut Hindu Lund passionately after kissing it on its head.
She could not help it.
Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī never allowed her even to kiss his penis.
“If you ever do it, I’d divorcé you immediately.”
Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī said it so gravely that Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī could never even dare.
That’s why Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī initially approached me.
“I tell you again, Durgesh,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī said, “that son of mine is after creating some deep trouble.”
“In Modern Democratic Årabia?”
“In Modern Democratic Årabia, in Pakistan, in PoK, everywhere.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Seven Movements can take care of that appropriately, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, don’t worry.” I continued to play with her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head.
She had golden hair.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was exactly her true copy.
All feminine, noting masculine almost.
He hated even coupling.
Instead, he loved to lick the pussies and female ass even.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb left him due to it.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār also left him due to it.
Nevertheless, ultimately, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had found a girl that loved her pussy and her ass licked by her filthy rich Musalmān husband.
Āmnah Azhar was his new wife.
The damnfool had married Āmnah Azhar without confirming his divorcé with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb even now.
“Āmnah Azhar has the loveliest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt that I’ve ever licked, ever seen even.” He had said to Al Jihad Al Vaqār proudly, “Moreover, her ass is even more beautiful than Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.”
“Are you crazy?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār had laughed, “You married Āmnah Azhar only so that you can lick her loveliest Musalmān pussy and loveliest Musalmān ass?”
“Why not? What’s wrong in that?”*
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās could not understand what the hell she should do after all.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī proved to be useless.
The impotent wanted only to lick her Cunt and her beautiful gorgeous plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
He could not understand a girl needed more from a man.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was on alimony.
But Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was fighting even to get that alimony reduced.
She had been married twice.
The first time was simply tragic.
The second time Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was more cautious.
Even then, it didn’t work all right.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was wealthy.
That was one thing that helped.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had made up her mind she’d never marry again.
Yet then he came along.
He had money and well, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās married him.
Nevertheless, the marriage broke up and she was getting alimony.
One thousand dollars a week.
Sixty thousand INR.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was married to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī five years and during that time Al Nādir Al Ghāzī made a lot of his money.
And now he was going into court trying to do something about her alimony, trying to get it reduced.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās read the advertisement once again.
‘ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS REWARD:
If the parties who were changing a tire on an automobile at the intersection of Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue and Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive, at five o’clock on the afternoon of the third, will communicate with the HLMCh Times, and give a description sufficient to identify the green Mercedes that was speeding West on Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive and crashed into the Māruti going south on Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue, they will receive one hundred dollars cash. Bystanders think the young woman in this parked car jotted down the license number of the speeding Mercedes but left the scene before the ambulance arrived. Any information from anyone leading to an identification of this hit and run driver will result in the prompt payment of one hundred dollars. Address all communications HLMCh Times, Box 786.’
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled.
She re-read her own response to the advertisement she had herself prepared on her own PC:
‘Gentlemen,
The party whose aid you are requesting in your ad in this Morning’s HLMCh Times will never get in touch with you voluntarily.
Nevertheless, I’m interested in fair play.
I think every good citizen must be.
I hate hit and run drivers.
Everyone must I think if s/he is a responsible human being.
I feel it’s my humanitarian duty to provide you following information:
At the time of that accident yesterday afternoon at the intersection of Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue and Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās and a man had just finished changing a tire on Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Mercedes. Unfortunately, I don’t know the name of the man with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
This automobile was parked on the north side of Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive immediately west of the intersection with Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue.
Ms. Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās saw the accident and with great presence of mind wrote down the license number of the Mercedes that was speeding away to the west on Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive.
Later on, Ms. Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās told her companion what she had done.
The man become immensely grave immediately.
He explained to Ms. Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās that it would ruin him if it should be known he was with her.
Despite my best efforts, unfortunately I couldn’t succeed in finding the identity of her male companion.
Moreover, I couldn’t succeed in finding the reason he was afraid of having his identity known.
However, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās is a very good friend of mine.
I know that this is a matter that’s bothering her conscience.
Under the circumstances, she cannot give you the information you wish, nor can she ever admit that she was anywhere near the scene of the accident.
Fortunately, she has entrusted me with a key to her apartment.
The address is 786, Bajirao Mastani apartments.
She lives in 786th apartment.
This is a big apartment house with an outer door.
Its latch can be released by tenants of any of the apartments by means of a button.
The key to any of the apartments in the house will fit the outer door.
I enclose a duplicate of my key.
If you use it and go to that apartment sometime between the hours of two o’clock and five o’clock in the afternoon, you won’t find anyone in the apartment.
There is a writing desk in the northeast corner of the sitting room.
If you will look in the upper right hand pigeonhole of that desk, you will find a leather backed notebook.
On the next to the last page of that notebook, you will find the license number of the automobile that you want.
After you have fully satisfied yourself that this is correct and have determined that this automobile is indeed you want, I will make arrangements to get in touch with you, redeem the key and will then expect to be reimbursed in the amount of the one hundred dollars that you’ve offered for a reward.
Very sincerely yours,
A Friend.’*
I found without difficulty the name ‘Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’.
I wasn’t stupid enough to visit her as she proposed.
It might have been a trap.
The figure opposite the name was 786 all right.
There was a push button to the right and a speaking tube.
Instead of pushing the button, I tasted the key provided to me.
The advertisement was put in HLMCh Times by Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had responded to me unknowingly.
I fitted the key to the lock in the outer door and twisted it.
The lock immediately clicked back and the door opened.
I found myself in a lobby.
Several comfortable chairs had been placed invitingly in a warm symmetrical design.
There was a phone booth in a corner and an office.
It was separated by a counter from the rest of the lobby.
Back of this was a door marked ‘Manager’.
On the counter, there was a placard reading,
‘PRESS THIS BUTTON FOR THE MANAGER’.
I walked through the lobby into a corridor flanked with the doors of apartments.
The elevator was lighted.
It was a multi-story building and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās evidently lived on the seventh.
I pushed the button on the automatic elevator.
When the lighted cage slid to a stop, I opened the door, got in, and pushed the button for the seventh floor.
Apartment 786 was toward the rear of the building.
I followed the doors back until I came to the one I wanted.
I pressed a bell button and waited.
There was no sound from within the apartment.
I tried my knuckles on the door.
Again, there was no response.
Surreptitiously, I inserted the key and twisted with thumb and forefinger.
The latch came smoothly back.
The door opened.
Through the open crack in the door, I could look through a living room into a bedroom lighted by an overhead electric light.
The bed had not been made and a feminine nightgown lay across it where it had been thrown.
I could hear the sound of water running in a bathroom.
I smiled, gently closed the door, removed the key, waited in the corridor for some two minutes, and then pressed the button again.
This time I heard sounds of motion and an ultra-melodious feminine voice on the other side of the door cooed,
“What is it, please?”
“Is this Miss Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās?”
“Yes.”
“I want to talk with you. My name is Durgesh.”
The door opened a cautious crack.
I saw laughing, saucy blue eyes, wheat colored hair, and a hand holding a robe tightly at the neck.
Even, white teeth flashed in a smile,
“I’m sorry, Mr. Durgesh, but I’m not presentable. I’m just getting up. You’ll have to…to wait or come back.”
“If you don’t mind, I’ll wait,” I smiled.
“I’m afraid I don’t know you, Mr. Durgesh. I…”Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked me over from head to foot, then her eyes widened, “You’re not the Durgesh?”
I kept smiling politely.
“Perhaps you’d better say that I’m a Durgesh.”
She said incredibly,
“Honestly, Mr. Durgesh!”
I kept smiling politely.
There was a moment of silence, and then she said,
“Look, Mr. Durgesh, it will only take me a second or two to get into some clothes. Things are in sort of a mess, but if you’ll just step into the living room, please, and─ you can raise the shades and make yourself comfortable─ I’ll be with you in just a few seconds.”
“Or,” I said, “I can come back, and…”
“No, no, come on in and sit down. It’ll only take me a minute to make myself presentable.”
She held the door open.
I entered the living room.
“If you don’t mind raising the curtains, Mr. Durgesh, and─ well, just sit down and make yourself at home.”
“Thanks,” I told her.
She moved swiftly across the sitting room to the bedroom and closed the door.
I walked over to the windows, raised the shades, and let in the morning sunlight.
The apartment represented an incongruous, odd clash of the cheap and the costly.
A small but exquisite Oriental rug made the larger drab rug beside it seem hopelessly shoddy, inferior.
The furniture was for the most part expensive, comfortable and had been selected with taste.
Against the note of quiet luxury a few pieces of cheap furniture, their mediocrity emphasized by the aristocratic articles surrounding them, gave a jarring note.
On the table, an ashtray was still well filled with cigarette stubs.
Some of them had lipstick some did not.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t as intelligent as to keep herself away from tobacco.
Well, there was a time when I myself smoked.
A small kitchenette disclosed an empty bottle of Scotch on the sink, a couple of glasses, and two empty soda bottles.
A magnificent antique walnut writing desk was over in the corner.
I walked over toward it confidently, inserted my fingers in the ornamental metal handle on the top of the door and pulled.
The desk was firmly locked.
I returned to a chair by the table in the center of the room.
I picked up an old magazine, settled myself, crossed my legs and waited.
I had to wait about five minutes.
Then the young woman came out of the bedroom wearing a housedress that looked simple and domestic, but which had carefully cut for showing various curves and contours.
She was wearing well-shaped shoes with medium high heels.
Her legs were smoothly stockinged and very visible.
“Sorry,” she smiled, “I’m not human in the morning until I’ve had my coffee. If you’ll pardon me, I’ll put a percolator on the stove. I suppose you’ve had breakfast.”
“Oh, yes.”
“You make me sound hopelessly lazy,” she laughed, “Nevertheless, how about a cup of coffee with me?”
“Oh, sure. It’s my pleasure to share at least something with such a remarkable beauty. I’m not stupid enough to lose the opportunity.”
She smiled.
“Thanks for the kind response. Actually, it’s my pleasure to have the utmost powerful man visit me.”
I pulled her to myself.
She didn’t resist even a moment and came to my lap immediately.
Her gorgeous, plump, big, heavy Musalmān buttocks filled my lap instantaneously.
My Uncut Hindu Prick saluted her ardent Musalmān beauty.
She kissed me on my lips and squeezed my penis meaningfully between her beautiful Musalmān buttocks.
She forgot her coffee.
She was enjoying better thing now.
It was evident soon; Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās needed me more than I needed her.
She herself was more aggressive.
And why not?
After all, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t living with her husband now.
Soon I was nude on my back and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was nude straddling me.
She had kissed my Uncut Hindu Prick, licked it and then sucked it hungrily.
I’d kissed her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt myself.
I’d kissed her beautiful buttocks even.
She positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her quivering pink labial lips and thrust herself.
I filled her entirely immediately.
“Thank you,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās whispered.
“You are most welcome, my dear,”
“I’ve dreamed to have you inside me as soon as I knew you loved to fuck us beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
“You are flattering me,”
“Allah, no. Never. I mean it. We beautiful Musalmān houseladies ourselves are crazy to fuck you, Durgesh. Believe it or not.”
“I believe you.”
“Thank you. Am I more animal with you than a human being?”
“It’s all right. I love female aggressiveness in sex.”
“I’m more ravenous than usual?”
“So what?” I winked at her lewdly, “That gives me more pleasure. Doesn’t it? It satisfy my male ego more.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kissed me on my lips fiercely, fucking me more vigorously.
“Hey, none of my ladyfriends told me ever you are so wonderful person.”
“You have numerous ladyfriends?”
“Sure,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled teasingly, “and they are very beautiful.”
“Aren’t they jealous of you?”
“Why?”
“You are yourself immensely beautiful.”
“Thank you. Now I know why we ravenous Musalmān houseladies are crazy to fuck you. You flatter your women immensely.”
“I’m sorry to give that impression. I’m not flattering you. I’m telling you the truth.”
She kept fucking me wildly.
“Naughty boy,”
“This boy is sixty five years old, Ma’am,”
“It is more a matter of pride for us young Musalmān houseladies.”
“What?”
“If an immensely inexperienced young boy lusts for us we can understand. He is new to sexual pleasures. Yet, when a man like as utmost experienced as you are has as infinite lust for us as you do have, it satisfies our female ego beyond belief. It is an irrevocable scale how immensely beautiful we are. It’s genuine. Your flattery for us can be managed to act but never the incredible immense lust I’m feeling, experiencing, constantly increasing even with every sensual penetration. ”
“Well,” I smiled cunningly, “I think, young lady, perhaps we are made for each other.”
“Sure?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked into my eyes.
“What do you say?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled.
“You are incredibly wonderful. I can fuck you proudly until I do exist.”
“Because I have immense lust for you?”
“Despite you fuck immensely beautiful Musalmān houseladies 24x7x365, yes.”
“I’d never allow you to get up from my Uncut Hindu Lund,” I smiled impishly.
“Try to pull your Uncut Hindu Lund ever from my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself challenged me.
I laughed.
She laughed too.
“Nice apartment you have here,” I played with her beautiful pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
She kept fucking me indebted.
“It’s large,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said, “and I get the morning sun. The building is marvelous, very convenient. I have lots of elbowroom and there is a private garage that goes with the apartment. That’s more than someone would have in a modern apartment.”
“That’s right,” I smiled.
“Enjoying?” she looked into my eyes once again.
“Very much,”
“Make yourself too at home,”
“Too?”
“Your Uncut Hindu Lund has already made himself at home,” she smiled cunningly, “Hasn’t he?”
“Oh sure, I’m honored. I’d never anticipated I’d be welcomed here so much.”
“Hey, you deserve it, nonsense!”
“Thank you,”
“I’m honored by this visit. However I still don’t know why Lillah have you honored me?”
Chapter 12
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 8
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Durgesh Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī
I looked at Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
“Well, the will is a public document. It can be read by anyone after probate. Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, didn’t want, naturally, to invite speculation about his relationship with Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī grimaced.
“Everyone isn’t as bold as you are.”
“What do you mean?”
“You never tried to hide your relationships with women until and unless the women themselves requested you to do so.”
“Well, Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq had allowed Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī to keep it clandestine. It was their personal matter.”
“Speculation!” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī chuckled, “The old hypocrite. Everyone knows Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī kept her from day one. He must have left her something in the will too.”
“Well, you know he didn’t leave Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq nothing. It’s only that Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq isn’t in his will. Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq was provided for a year before the death of Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, at the beginning of his last illness.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me apprehensively.
“I made his will for our firm HVS Law Internationals. Still Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī never told me what he gave to Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is trying to know asking you every now and then, you told me.” I was grave now, “It’s better you don’t know it.”
“Well, I want to know it myself.”
“I promised Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī and Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq, both, never to tell it to anyone. I’m sorry it wouldn’t be right for me to go into that, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī. There is a confidentiality in a relationship between─”
“I know, I know,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī interrupted, “I just wondered how he felt about Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq at the end. Did he leave her the flat?”
“What if he did? Why Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is interested in it?” I said somewhat curtly, “It wasn’t Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s money. It wasn’t his flat. His father Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī built it with his own money. Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī could give him to any black thief even if he wanted to. Tell him if he tries to know again, it’s none of his business.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī suspects you fucked Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq even while his father, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, was alive.”
“The only person that could object it was Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, not Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I said curtly, “Tell the stupid not to interfere with my affairs. Otherwise, even his Ammī wouldn’t be capable to save him.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
“I’ve already advised the bastard accordingly.*
I looked at her.
“Damn it, Ħāfizah Ashraf, that’s one of you, my beloveds’, daughter you’re talking about. I want her here.”
“One of us, your beloveds’, daughter? I saw how she was looking at you! Not very daughterly, Durgesh.”
“Ħāfizah Ashraf ─”
“NO! You know I wanted you to fuck me out there by the pool, for reason. You just don’t want to share my attention. She’s such a homely dorky little thing anyway.”
I stared at Ħāfizah Ashraf gravely.
“Let me remind you, Ħāfizah Ashraf, you are my friend’s daughter actually, not a cook. You are living here with me only acting as my cook. Your Abbū, my friend, left you here only to help me for cooking until he didn’t find a suitable cook for me. You lied to him that the Musalmān terrorists were seeking you because they thought you are living in relationship with me, erroneously. My friend thought you are safer here with me in that case, than with him. I suspected your intentions ab initio. That’s why when you fucked me while I was sleeping; we have a Close Circuit TV recording of everything what you did with me.”
Ħāfizah Ashraf smiled.
“And you think, my Abbū, never knew what I was after?”
“Well?”
“He knows everything.”
Silence followed.
Suraiyā Ibrāhīm made a lot of noise as she came down the last few steps and turned into the kitchen.
I was pouring a juice for me and Ħāfizah Ashraf’s back was turned.
The air vibrated with tension.
I looked up and I was graver.
“Suraiyā Ibrāhīm cat, you look ─” I left my sentence incomplete.
Ħāfizah Ashraf turned to see and her mouth dropped open.
Suraiyā Ibrāhīm thought it was the closest she would ever come to a Cinderella Moment.
I walked over to her taking in every inch of her skin hugging, low cut, sophisticated black dress.
I reached out and fingered the delicate string of pearls.
My knuckles brushed her collarbone and sent goose bumps racing across her skin.
Then I turned and stuck my arm out like a proper gentleman.
“Madame, may I escort you to dinner?”
Suraiyā Ibrāhīm giggled at the unexpected joke and took my arm.
We strolled into the dining room leaving Ħāfizah Ashraf standing in the kitchen with her mouth hanging open.
I pulled her chair out and slid it under her, then seated myself.
Ħāfizah Ashraf stomped in the room with dinner plates.
She slammed down the chicken Caprese in front of Suraiyā Ibrāhīm and me so hard, our silverware rattled.
She left and returned with three glasses and started pouring sweet tea.
“This looks delicious, Ħāfizah Ashraf.” Suraiyā Ibrāhīm said trying to break the remaining tension.
“Oh thank you, dear,” Ħāfizah Ashraf replied with barely hidden sarcasm. “I’m sure you just love LOOKING at things.”
“Ħāfizah Ashraf!” my voice was raised. “Thank you for all your hard work today. Why don’t you take the night off? I think the robot maid can do the cleaning up.”
Ħāfizah Ashraf turned to me, silent, eyes wide.
“Good night, Ħāfizah Ashraf.” my voice was deep and threatening.
Ħāfizah Ashraf stood, unmoving, for a long uncomfortable Moment and then rushed out slamming every door on her way.*
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī enquired again.
“Did Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī let Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq keep her condo?”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked you it too?”
“He is very inquisitive.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī looked at me gravely.
“I see. Try to squeeze him more why he is so inquisitive? Have any idea?”
“Not until now.”
“Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī gave the condo to Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq years ago. Moreover, he made Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq a cash settlement too. A generous cash settlement. She is already living in comfort herself.”
“I see,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī digested the information.
It wasn’t easy to get any information from me about my clientele if it weren’t utmost necessary for her to know.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was my associate attorney, as well as my live in relationship partner too, yet my clientele’s privacy was still a sacred thing I always guarded carefully.
That was why my clientele have faith in me more than they had in other lawyers, consultants and sex therapists.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was too inquisitive.
“How much of the estate did Abbū leave me, ma’am, actually?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī had regarded him apprehensively.
“As I said the bulk of it. About the three quarters of it went to your sister, Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī.”
“Well, it isn’t any surprise. He never hid he thought Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī Bājī more efficient than I am. We differed only in one matter. Abbū claimed it was her own intelligence and I claimed it was Durgesh that was guiding her.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī retorted.
It wasn’t Al Nādir Al Ghāzī alone that attributed the Musalmān women’s intelligence to Durgesh, almost the entire Musalmān mankind did it.
Because it was a fact?
Well, somewhat it was true even, yet not to the extent, they claimed.
The Musalmān womankind herself wasn’t as stupid as they thought.
“How much?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked.
“To Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī?”
“To me.”
“I should estimate─ a worth of over a billion dollars.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī sat down.
“Give me the rest of it, please,”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī couldn’t decide Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was really polite or he was especially polite to her because she was associated with Durgesh.
“What about the newspapers?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked patiently.
“Well, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, your Abbū, gave most of the newspapers to your elder sister, Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī. But there are still five left.”
“I’m interested in only one,” said Al Nādir Al Ghāzī patiently, yet with obvious efforts now to keep his patience, “The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Abbū’s flagship paper. The others are not rags. Yet, The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, that’s important. I agreed with Abbū that I would let him give his three quarters of estate to Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī Bājī if he gives The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah to me. He left me that, didn’t he?”
“Ah, yes,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī fumbled with the pages of the document, “Yes, I was about to get to that.”*
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was impatient, but he didn’t want to show his impatience to Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Seven Movements Musalmān Beauties Brigade was constantly advertising everywhere deliberately that the Musalmān mankind was always impatient not to understand anything ever.
They always acted without trying to understand the entire things their opponents wanted to hide from them ever under their well-guarded secret strategy.
That’s why their brain never developed optimum.
The Musalmān womankind had always to live under their never understanding Musalmān mankind.
It was necessary therefore to use their brain as much as it was possible for them.
That’s why their brain developed more than the brain of their Musalmān mankind.
It was the matter of survival for the Musalmān womankind.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī always tried his best to prove this claim wrong.
He controlled himself.
“What’s there to get to?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī tried to smile, “It’s my Abbū’s one possession that matters to me utmost. That paper made him famous, until he became inattentive. I grew up on that paper. I know what to do with it. It is mine now, isn’t it?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī enjoyed the situation.
Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī knew his son’s inhumane terrorist intentions.
He also knew Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was dying to fulfill them through The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
He wasn’t intelligent enough to understand that it became famous not due to its excellent journalism.
It represented Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ever infamous Seven Movements instead, clandestinely.
It was advertised orally everywhere by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Seven Movements Brigade.
They always purchased it.
They always advertised it.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never understood behind every successful newspaper and news channel there was a well-organized political organization represented by it, clandestinely.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī turned the pages of the will.
“Well, as to that, yes and no,” she said.
She found what she wanted and reread it to herself.
“Concerning The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, there is a restrictive clause.”
“I see. What’s that?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was surprised to find Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was still patient.
He still wasn’t impatient even a bit.
It was a miraculous positive change in Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī has died waiting for it.
Nevertheless, ultimately Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī had succeeded to improve his otherwise rotten son to behave more intelligent for his own success.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī praised Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī genuinely but not openly.
She doubted Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s apparent patience heavily.
“Your Abbū bequeathed the newspaper to you but there is a restrictive condition.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī said patiently.
“What condition?”
“It’s an odd clause.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched Al Nādir Al Ghāzī carefully, “I remember when he inserted it.”
“Let’s come to the point.”
“You’re to have The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, of course. But conditionally, for a trial year. During that year you must at some point exceed the daily circulation of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times. If you can do that just once, the paper is yours permanently. If you fail, the newspaper must perforce be sold to Dr. Saåīdah Qamar of the Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times. Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had made your Abbū an offer some months before his death. Yet, of course, that clause is inoperative if…”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could not listen to her anymore.
His immediate reaction was,
‘The bastard Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot lover pervert. He always loved to lick Musalmān Cunts and female Musalmān ass, and clean them, after Durgesh fucked them. He was suffering from cancer and he believed it would cure him. Coincidentally he really was cured. The ever superstitious damn fool believed it was due to what he was doing, licking and cleaning the beautiful Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān ass of his beautiful Musalmān houseladies after Durgesh fucked them. Even Durgesh said it was a coincidence only. Yet he never believed Durgesh even. He believed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan instead that was already running ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement’. He was a pervert bastard that was supported by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. He succeeded because his success was beneficial to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. He didn’t have any talent whatsoever as it’s claimed everywhere.’
Yet, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī didn’t say it.
Instead, he said.
“Abbū always thought Dr. Saåīdah Qamar more intelligent than me, his own son. I’m glad that at least he gave me my chance. I have to prove myself more intelligent than Abbū’s real younger sister, my aunt, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar Buā? Okay.”*
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr.
It was more than obvious, Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr was worried.
“Narendr has promised to do everything he can.” Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr said.
“I don’t think he can do very much. The Pakistani High Commissioner deliberately did it and I am sure Narendr Modi would never tolerate it.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar said gravely.
Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr clenched her fist.
“The separatists once more succeeded in keeping Pakistan separate from mainstream. Nawaz Sharif tried his best, but Imran Khan and Muħammad Tahir ul Qadri found it detrimental to their own political career.”*
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī looked at Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
“Your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, was immensely influenced by Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr. Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr was actually his friend, philosopher and guide.”
“That was the actual problem the most of the Musalmīn hated my Abbū.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said scornfully.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled sarcastically.
“I don’t think so, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Your Abbū was a more respected figure among journalists than you can even imagine.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī controlled himself.
Allah, how the hell he forgot Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was an ardent fan of Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr and Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā both.
Despite the fact that Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr and Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā never married they were one of the most successful couples of Global fame.
They had ten sons.
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was the eldest of the ten sons Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā and Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr had.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was proud of herself that she meticulously succeeded in keeping her live in relationship with me clandestine.
Her shrewd co wives, Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Dr. Tasnīm Jamāl were themselves not born yesterday.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was thirty-three now.
Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was thirty two, Dr. Tasnīm Jamāl was thirty one and Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was too around somewhere the same age group.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had found Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī to grab my Uncut Hindu Lund every now and then playfully.
It was really a miracle to her that none of the both had still succeeded in having sex with me formally, despite the long three years that had passed.
It was difficult to decide among them who was more beautiful and cunning.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was the one actually.
She was sucking me now, giving me an extraordinary blowjob.
“Hey Durgesh, you got an itch there?” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar joked.
“Why? You want to scratch it?” I teased her back.
“Hey, you’re being bad, now.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar mockingly replied.
“Oh, I think you can handle it,” and I gave Dr. Saåīdah Qamar the big grin, one more in a series of them we’d seemed to share.
“I don’t know, let’s see,” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar said and leaned toward me in my chair holding my hands out and motioning to me.
“Huh?” I wasn’t sure where Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was headed.
“Come here and sit up,” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar instructed, and when I did, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my right hand into her hands and turned it so it faced palm forward and fingers up.
I looked at Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was close enough now to smell my musky and distinctive scent.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar held my hand up with her left hand and then she pressed her right hand against mine.
In a low voice, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked me in the eyes and slowly said, “Durgesh, I think you’re right. … I think I can handle it.”
There was no mistake what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar meant.
There was no longer a smile on either of our faces, but there was an intensity and closeness ready to explode.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar then surprised me, saying,
“There’s a bathroom in the pool house if you need to use it. I’m gonna get some more beer out of there to take in the house.”
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at me with a grin as Dr. Saåīdah Qamar stood, not saying a word.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar must have been out of her mind, because Dr. Saåīdah Qamar tugged the wrap from my waist and just let it fall to the ground, leaving her little bikini facing me and just inches from my face.
I paused and let me stare.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar then turned and walked up toward the pool house.
What was Dr. Saåīdah Qamar thinking?
From inside, if anyone had been looking, it’d have been like Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was taking it off right there in my face, teasing me and working me up all the more.
And then, when Dr. Saåīdah Qamar walked up toward the pool house, well …for me to just shake her tight Musalmān ass back and forth, knowing good and well I was looking.
It probably would’ve looked even obscene.
Nevertheless, no one was looking.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar got inside the pool house and it was dark, given the late afternoon/ early evening time.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar didn’t turn on a light, and she didn’t hear if I was coming in behind her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar just made her way to the room in the back that did have some light barely shining through.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar still didn’t hear me coming inside the pool house.
Yet, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar didn’t turn around or pause.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was confident there was no question I was coming in the house and coming into this bathroom.
I was coming for Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar realized.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked into the mirror and smiled at my reflection, “you are really, really a bad girl.”
Then Dr. Saåīdah Qamar jumped.
She was startled by seeing me now standing behind Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
We were looking now at each other in our reflections.
Nothing was said as I moved closer behind Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my utmost experienced Hindu hands on her perfectly round, firm, gorgeous, ever glamorous, heavy, big, plump, excellent, exquisite, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks and then my Hindu male lips on her neck.
My lips kissed gently at her neck as my arms enveloped Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
My arms held Dr. Saåīdah Qamar close to me and for the first time Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was aware of my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund pressing her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt the contour of it in her shorts as it snaked down my leg.
I felt very hard.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar raised her hands up over her head to reach behind her for my face and hair, stroking me and letting me have unfettered access to her top.
I reached around, and in one motion, I rubbed under the bikini top and had my hands on her bare Musalmān tits.
They were just a little bigger than my handfuls, but the nipples were large and thick.
They got thicker as I rubbed her beautiful Musalmān tits and pulled on her nipples, making Dr. Saåīdah Qamar hum.
After I had had my way with her beautiful Musalmān tits for a while, I wanted to know the effect I was having on the thirty-three years old, young, extremely beautiful, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
I was grateful to her husband that he suspected his entire extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives were having extramarital affair with me.
It was not so then.
Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī were only teasing him grabbing my Uncut Hindu Lund before him, but Dr. Saåīdah Qamar wasn’t doing even that.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar did it when her husband actually deserted them on erroneous suspicions.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my right hand in the both of her hands and slowly moved it down her front, never letting it leave her soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān skin.
My rugged and calloused hand was a nice contrast to her young soft Musalmān skin, as we both watched what she was doing in the mirror.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar stopped my hand with her right hand, as it cupped her tummy.
I pressed slightly feeling her softness there.
Then, when she was sure I had my eyes looking in the mirror at my hand right above her crotch, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my left hand and pulled open her bikini bottom, pulling it down somewhat in the process.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let me see the blondish-brown curls nestled atop her special little place down there.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar then looked into my eyes in the reflection, as her right hand pushed my right hand on downward until my palm cupped her beautiful mound.
I definitely did press forward then.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let my head fall back on the nook between her shoulder and neck when Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt those thick Uncut Hindu Lund wiggle at her Musalmān gash.
I felt her juices soak my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar moaned a low and throaty response as I worked my Uncut Hindu Lund over and around her pussy lips, then plunging it inside her.
“AAAAHHHH…” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar groaned as I plundered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot unrestricted.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar bucked against my Uncut Hindu Lund, and I obliged Dr. Saåīdah Qamar by pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper, using my thumb to graze over her hard clit.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was as turned on as she had ever been before.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar didn’t care now, if the entire world watched, because this was what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar wanted and what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar needed.
She had to have me.
I sensed this, as Dr. Saåīdah Qamar released her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot from my Uncut Hindu Lund, and then pushed her upper torso forward so that her upper body was now lying over the tile counter.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt her legs spread her stance apart, shifting her legs. Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let out a little crying sound at the feeling of being totally in my control and bent over to my will.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked up into the mirror and I disappeared behind her, descending out-of-view.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked straight ahead.
She was close to the mirror and my reflection, wondering what was to come next.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my hands at her smooth pink Musalmān thighs, a gentle lifting motion putting her a little higher onto the counter.
I was basically doing what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar wanted to her, and her body was completely mine to have.
It was then that Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my Uncut Hindu Lund nudge between her legs from behind and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my Uncut Hindu Lund touch her ravenous Musalmān clit.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let out a yelp at the surprise of this.
and then Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my Uncut Hindu Lund trace slowly from the front of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, into and onto the lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and pull back up into her backside.
I rubbed at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot two or three times , dragging my Uncut Hindu Lund through her as she groaned.
I was tasting juices around my Uncut Hindu Lund that were flowing freely.
There was a pause where Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt nothing for a moment and then Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt me drag my Uncut Hindu Lund from the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot slowly up the crack of her beautiful Musalmān ass.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had never felt anything like that before and the sheer wantonness of it made her come and come hard, as I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund around her Musalmān asshole and poked at her puckered Musalmān hole.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was dizzy with the sensations.
I again moved away from Dr. Saåīdah Qamar for a moment.
I stood and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar saw me behind her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at me in the mirror, and as our eyes met, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar winked mischievously.
I silently nodded.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund with her right hand and placed the head of it to her labial lips back there.
My left hand rested on her back, in effect keeping Dr. Saåīdah Qamar pinned.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar liked the sense of not having any control whatsoever, and I knew what was coming.
Her juices flowed.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar traced the unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lundhead back and forth, up and down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty-three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips spreading her juices around and getting her good and ready.
After some of this teasing, I pushed a couple of inches inside of Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took in a deep breath, gasping loudly.
The thickness of my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund was something she was enjoying since past three years.
Thank goodness, I always knew what I was doing.
I let Dr. Saåīdah Qamar once more get used to me, only moving again once her opening had relaxed somewhat.
It was while I was gently rocking back and forth inside of Dr. Saåīdah Qamar that she did relax more.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar surprised me when she pushed back against me.
Even so, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar couldn’t get me more than half way inside on that push.
Nevertheless, it was the move I’d waited on.
Because I pulled back after a moment until I was just about out.
We caught each other’s look again in the mirror, and in that instant, I knew what was coming. I wondered if maybe─ just maybe─ she’d finally overdone it.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar thrust her perfectly round, firm, gorgeous, ever glamorous, heavy, big, plump, excellent, exquisite, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks hard against me and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar cried out.
It was both pain and intense pleasure, as I bore into Dr. Saåīdah Qamar with long powerful Hindu strokes.
I was now fucking Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and fucking Dr. Saåīdah Qamar hard.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had no control or movement to it, instead I held her on to the counter and I took Dr. Saåīdah Qamar repeatedly.
I was incredibly hard and filled Dr. Saåīdah Qamar up with each downstroke.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar made noises and groaned, and I distinctly remembered the expression “fucking like animals”—this is what it was.
Just primal pounding of Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and me going at it, and nothing but our panting and the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room.
None knew how long it continued similarly.
The orgasms and sensations flowed over her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar thought Dr. Saåīdah Qamar might really pass out. After a while, I was close and I pushed in deeper.
I was close and I held my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund deepest in her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, extremely lovely, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar fell to her knees, facing opposite me.
Her beautiful, extremely enticing, extremely lovely, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks fitted my nude Hindu lap optimum.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked behind at me.
I looked down at her, and then with my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund between us I pumped it into her.
My come shot into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
After the first few threads, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar closed her labial lips around my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking the last drops from my thick head, her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes locked to mine.
We both were now savoring our intense love for each other.
She never knew she loved and needed me so much.
Allah!
Chapter 9
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 6
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Durgesh Åāliyah Kamāluddīn
Mecca Fataħ
Durgesh Al Jihad Al Vaqār
He smiled.
“Durgesh never doubted that it was the very thing we ourselves wanted?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn too smiled cunningly at her Musalmān husband.
“You have yourself watched the entire video in trimension, haven’t you? Decide yourself.”
“He still thinks our movement ‘Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah’ is only what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thinks it is?”
“Muħammad Kamāluddīn, You yourself have entered numerous affirmations and transmissions in between our videos and spread them everywhere as our porn videos. Haven’t we gotten positive results always?”
“Sure, if it weren’t so, we would have already abandoned this utopian scheme you Musalmān houseladies proposed.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always right, I told you.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn said triumphantly enthusiastically, “Our code Mecca Fataħ has worked with Al Ghausiyah Al Imtiyāz and it’s still working with us. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said it starts the time cycle of Mecca Fataħ once we announce it with Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock inside us.”
“Is it too Bījāxar now?” Muħammad Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly at his extremely beautiful wife.
“There, my dear husband, I’m sure, I can’t help you. I don’t know the Ultimate Science behind it they call Eīshān Vigyān.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was still lying on her back.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn, her husband was between her legs.
He was eating her dazzling Musalmān Cunt.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn couldn’t deny since Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was fucking Durgesh, her already dazzling Musalmān beauty was becoming more and more dazzling.
He didn’t know his aids was being cured or not.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advised him to lick his Musalmān houseladies’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and even their Musalmān ass after Durgesh fucked them.
“The entire Pseudo Musalmān terrorism is immensely against Islam, Muħammad Kamāluddīn.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had put her right palm on his head, “See yourself. Your entire mujāhidīn are now suffering from aids, cancer etc. ever incurable diseases. Only their own Musalmān houseladies can cure them if they fuck Durgesh and let them lick their orgasmic secretions from right their sexual organs.”*
I asked Al Jihad Al Vaqār again,
“What did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī do then?”
“He went down to Mexico and had a talk with a lawyer. The Mexican lawyer advised Al Nādir Al Ghāzī he could establish a residence by some sort of proxy. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says the Mexican lawyer made it sound pretty good. He got a Mexican divorce and we married afterwards in Mexico. We followed a procedure worked out by the Mexican lawyer. She seemed not only to know her business but also she was the best in this game.”
“Game?”
“What else is it?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār asked me contemptuously, “They have made marriage difficult and Live in Relationship easy. The damn fools are harming the very society they are there to protect.”
I agreed with her.
Since Friedrich Engels had written ‘The Origin of Family Private Property and the State’, the shallow thinkers were crazy to destroy family to destroy Private Property.
They forget that Communism has failed miserably politically everywhere only within Seventy-Two years of its coming into power.
In the ever-erroneous enthusiasm of destroying Private Property, Friedrich Engels had sown the seeds of destruction of family.
Friedrich Engels never understood the unique and irreplaceable function of family in human life.
Friedrich Engels’ theory that the humankind must destroy family to destroy Private Property to get rid of Corruption was only theory when it was proposed in 1884 AD.
It wasn’t practiced until then anywhere.
The people of the entire globe then, were so fed up of corruption dominant then everywhere that they agreed even to destroy the family to get rid of corruption.
However, it was the blunder actually they committed to get rid of their mistake.
They never realized it then and a lot of people don’t realize it even now, after more than a century even.
I asked gravely.
“And then what happened?”
“Well,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is worried about Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. In his opinion, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has suddenly turned bitter.”
“Suddenly?”
“That’s right. The damn fool still doesn’t understand there isn’t anything suddenly as far as Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is concerned. She never loved Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. She was after his money ab initio.”
I smiled.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is one of those self-deceiving men that love to live in dreams ever. They are always afraid of the cold and hard facts if they don’t support their ever utopian dreams.”
“But it’s immensely harmful to them, Durgesh.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shuddered.
“I agree with you. Yet, most of us mankind are crazy to get feminine appreciation.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled cunningly.
“Are you telling me? We womankind understand it very well and immensely use it to get what we want from mankind.”
“The stupids like Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never understand it. Moreover, if even they realize it ever, they adamantly refuse to accept it. They deliberately deceive themselves that even if it’s right, they are an exception.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was horrified.
“Allah, you understand it too, Durgesh? Now, I think I know why no woman could dominate you ever. You, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, you are the ever greatest psychologist I’ve ever met in my life.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched me scrutinizing.
Yet, she continued to say,
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wants a property settlement. She wants things that would completely ruin Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“That’s what Al Nādir Al Ghāzī should have thought of before marrying her.” I said curtly, “The women like Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb have always done the same things to their foolish husband in the entire history. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never took any lesson from history.”
“He thinks the money is everything. He never cared what a woman can do if he can have someone to defeat her with the power of his money.”
“That’s why Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb his mine in New Mexico and his media empire in Ved Nagar to you?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
“What do you think?”
“What do you want from me?”
“The media empire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has given to me is still not completely transferred to my name legally. The process is taking more time than I’d anticipated.”
“So?”
“I want you to expedite the process and protect my interests in the meantime.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled at me seductively, “I’m one of your countless Musalmān lady friends that enjoy even the ultimate intimacy with you. Even if I’m not your Live in Relationship partner in your opinion…”
“That doesn’t make any difference. You said I’ve impregnated you,”
“There,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said gravely, “You promised me he’d be my son.”
“I won’t snatch away him from you ever, never worry. I’ve never snatched away any son of mine from his mother whether she lives with me, single, or with her duly married husband. Countless husbands think they have fathered their son from their duly married wives while actually I’ve fathered them. I never broke their illusion.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār put her arms around my neck.
Then she kissed me full on my lips.
“You don’t know what you’ve given to me. I can lick your feet for that proudly forever.”
“Nonsense, we are friends as you say, and friends are equal.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed me back.
I managed to fall on my back safely.
Immensely indebted, Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed me herself.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has married again. He thinks Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would never destroy him. I would never destroy him. He never imposed himself on either of us. He’d never be deceived. I hoped his Mexican divorce with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would be good. I wanted to find out something about it.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed herself too.
“I’ll look into his Mexican divorce. Where is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s first wife?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār straddled me.
She positioned my Uncut Hindu Cock between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and smiled at me mischievously.
“Want to fuck Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb too?”
“Why not? If she lets me.”
“She is here, in the city somewhere, but where? I don’t know. She telephoned Al Nādir Al Ghāzī from a pay station.”
“Pay station? Not from her mobile even?”
“She isn’t a fool enough to give Al Nādir Al Ghāzī any clue to her address.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has a lawyer?”
“She says she’s going to handle the property settlement by herself.”
“Doesn’t want to pay a lawyer’s fee?” I smiled.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was waiting for me to lift my waist up and enter her.
I didn’t.
I myself was enjoying the game of mutual teasing now.
“No,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said having my Uncut Hindu Cock between her labial lips only, not even rubbing it there, “she’s smarter than any two lawyers in the country. Present company excepted, of course. The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bitch is damned clever. She was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s secretary before he married her. Moreover, believe me, my dear Hindu ‘husband’ of mine, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is one of those extraordinary actually smart women that certainly know their way around when it comes to business—an actually smart woman.”
“I see. By the way, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s present wife—was she down at your office last night?”
“What?”
“I thought I saw a light up there,” I informed her gravely, “I was looking out of the window.”*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed herself on my rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
It entered her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
“I noticed light striking the upper landing of the fire escape. Your office is directly above mine.”
“That’s right.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “However, that isn’t anything unusual. My office is a media empire office. It’s open twenty four hours.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was engrossed in the document.
I advanced to the secretaire.
“I have perused the entire document once again, Durgesh.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī said gravely.
“I’ve too,” I said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hasn’t actually given his media empire to Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He has actually played a very clever game. He knew he couldn’t do what is required there. He got rid of it.”
“And challenged us in a way to do something to save it for Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He thinks even we can’t do anything.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb knows it?”
“I don’t think so. If she had she wouldn’t have playing the game she is playing now.”
“I love challenges, Al Hudā,”
“Are you telling me?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled, “I understand you now more. You never unsucceeded.”
“Until now,” I corrected her.
“Perhaps I have more faith in you than even you do have in yourself. We’ll again succeed, inshā’Allāh. I refuse to accept your correction.”
I hugged her, kissed and circled my arm around her slim waist.
“Thanks for boosting my morale.”
“You never did for yourself. You always did it for us Musalmān womankind. Didn’t you?”
I smiled patiently.
“Don’t get me wrong, Al Hudā. Womankind, yes. Yet, not always for Musalmān womankind only. I had to do it for my Brāhmañ wives too. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never cares to refer it in her speeches and talks. She tactically ignores it, to imply that I love you Musalmān Beauties only exclusively. Yet, it isn’t a fact, to be true exactly.”
“Nevertheless, mostly for us Musalmān Beauties, if not exclusively?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled looking at me anticipating my response in the affirmative.
I smiled.
“My Brāhmañ in laws are not as bad as my Musalmān in laws. The Brāhmañs were never militarized as Yazīd Malåūn and his bandit Mullahs and Maulavīs militarized the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“The Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs are luckier than us. Yet, how is it possible that Brāhmañs were never militarized if Lord Bhagvān Parashu Rām did his famous military campaigns against the Xatriýs, the descendants of the Bachhalyās twenty one times in twenty one Kalps, eras?”
“You are right. Sorry I forgot that.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
“You accept your mistakes immediately, don’t you?”
“The sooner we accept our mistake the sooner we are improved.”
“I’d try to remember it. I never admit I’m mistaken if I can manage it ever.”
“That’s nothing individual. Most of the humankind do it and delay their progress in evolution.”
“Allah,”
“That’s right,”
I walked toward the elaborately carved French armchair resting next to the Noor Jahān fruitwood game table.
I settled in the armchair.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me admiringly yet with a concern somewhat.
She didn’t try to come to me and sit on my lap as she always did.
“Worrying?” I smiled.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is playing some deep game we don’t even have any suspicion of,”
“Let him,”
“I never doubt your competence. Nevertheless, I’m not as optimistic of human beings as you are, Durgesh. Not even Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle is. He too criticizes you ruthlessly when he is filled against you to the brim,”
I smiled.
“I respect him.”
“You both have more faith in each other than in yourselves. The more Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle criticizes you openly for your ever impractical utopian humanity, the more his faith in you and your immense humanity increases.”
“He is an angel humanified.”
“Allah, you and your appreciation of him. No doubt Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Nafīsah Salmān Kħālājān can’t bear it ever.”
I laughed.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī immediately entered in the subject.
“His Abbū was very much cautious when he instructed me to prepare the testament. He wanted you but you were too busy in defending the life of some framed ones that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Abbū himself couldn’t insist on you any more. He had to compromise on me on your assurance that you promise to guide me always if there come any circumstances that would obstacle the fulfillment of his wishes.”
I didn’t say anything.
She was only forewording what I wanted to discuss with her.
Originally, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was one of my countless Salhajs, the countless Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives of the brothers of my Musalmān Live in Relationship partners.
Like most of them, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī didn’t have any complaints against her husband.
Yet, our companionship of most hours did not let her not to notice the unique attributes I had more than his own husband.
She fought her best not to fall in love with me as the other women did.
Nevertheless, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī couldn’t succeed.
She confided with her husband.
“I have to confess you something, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad.”
“I think I know,”
“What?”
“I’m not blind, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.”
“Sorry, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad. I failed to be your ever faithful wife.”
“I don’t think so,”
“What?”
“If you were not faithful to me, you could have surrendered to your heart and emotions already before discussing it with me. I don’t blame you.”
“Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad,”
“That’s what I said when we decided to come here.”
“Sorry, I thought Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī were feeling herself lonely and I hadn’t any confidence on Kħadījah Muħammad.”
“Do you want divorce?”
“That’s the problem I want to discuss with you.”
“What do you propose about our daughters? Sorry, even if I prepare myself to separate from you, I am unable to imagine even how I can live without my children.”
“That’s the problem with me too.”
“Our eldest daughter is only ten years old now. The second one seven, the third is five, the fourth is two years only. She needs you very much.”
“They all need me. I can’t do anything irresponsible ever that affects their development adversely. They need both the mother and father for their proper psychological development.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī controlled herself ultimately.
“Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, left him the bulk of his estate. He provided a trust for his daughters, granddaughters and his entire Musalmān houseladies related to him in any way. He gave the title to one of his seven hundred eighty six homes in various Islamic and other countries, to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s stepmother, Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid. Of his public holdings, the real estate wonder owned half the stock that he passed to his son, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid, of course, owned the other half always.”
I didn’t say anything.
I let Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī brief me.
I didn’t tell her that I myself had perused the entire document carefully before starting to discuss it with her.
I wanted to listen to her own version of the gist of the testament.
The second opinion always eliminated most of the possibilities of the individual mistakes.
That’s why the Democracy is always preferred on Autocracy.
No dictatorship ever as succeeded in the entire history of humankind as Democracy.
That’s why India has such a long history successfully while the other cultures have kept to rise and collapse in their due course.
India is famous for its Gañs, democratic states, Panchāyats.
The Rudrgañ even in the ancient times.
Islam, the last version of Vedic Monotheist Hinduism, is also famous for its Saħābiyāt, Saħābah and the fact that Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never announced his replacement in the administration.
The Ummat-e-Muslimah decided her leader, Siddīq-e-Åāzam razī Allāhu Tålā ånahu.
“The other seven hundred eighty five homes went to Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s sisters, daughters and his other Musalmān houseladies. There were some token bequests. Mainly, minor shares in the TV channels, magazines and syndicate—to some of the old timers who have been in his employ for years. A dozen bequests to various distant relatives.”
“Yet, the rest to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I smiled, “The ranches—”
“Just about everything is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s. The mines in Ved Nagar, Utah and Nevada. Oil wells in Rajasthan India, in Oklahoma and Texas. The chain of markets in Ved Nagar. The Ved Nagar real estate. The Ved Nagar merchant ships. The art works, except for a few he left to the Ved Nagar Museum.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī chuckled mischievously.
“Why the chuckle?” I myself smiled impishly.
“Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled naughtily, “Even Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, the Real Estate Wonder, could not mention her in his will.”
Chapter 7
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 5
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Durgesh Åāliyah Kamāluddīn
Mecca Fataħ
Durgesh Al Jihad Al Vaqār
The green fabric of her shorts ripped at the seams as I pulled them down her thighs and past her knees to her ankles.
One more tug and they came apart in my hand like a prize.
A realization struck her, that this would not be either subtle or sexy.
Her husband’s friend, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, intended to rape her.
Yes, she herself started it.
She herself is doing it regularly, but…
“Durgesh, please stop. Don’t do this to me, Durgesh. I’ll do anything you want.”
She couldn’t see that this was exactly what I wanted, and her fighting only made it better.
She struggled and squirmed, her face flushed and her breathing became erratic.
I wanted her shirt off and needed to release her hands for a Moment.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn took that opportunity to scratch at my crazed eyes and pull at my hair.
She fought as if the devil possessed her.*
I smiled at Al Jihad Al Vaqār,
“Did it turn out good?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said,
“I think it was all right. Yet, the point is Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb went out to New Mexico to take care of her newly obtained mine, stayed at the mine for a while, then wrote Al Nādir Al Ghāzī she was going to Nevada to get a divorce. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was careless enough not to have any firsthand knowledge of her whereabouts. Then after a while, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī heard from Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb in a more or less roundabout way that she had a divorce.”
“A letter from Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled sardonically,
“Not from her. From one of their mutual friend.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has saved that letter?”
“That’s the problem. The damn fool never thought it was necessary.”
“Did Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb get a divorce in Reno?”
“Apparently not.”
“I see. I won’t ask you why he acted so childish. He is a damn fool that never cared for his mines in New Mexico, neither he equally cared for the Media Empire he gave to you. Tell me the rest of it.”
“Well, he met me. I deliberately presented myself to him in such a way that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s face lit up with a fatuous smile. It seemed as if turning back the hands of clock for him. As if I had everything that he’d expected in Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb when he first married her. He even acknowledged to me he couldn’t believe his good fortune.”
I smiled.
“I know. You are a gem! You are a dream! Nevertheless, now let’s get on with it.”
“Well, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hadn’t bothered about records before but after he met me, he wanted to be sure he was free. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wrote to Reno and tried to find records of his wife’s divorce. There weren’t any.”*
I wasn’t large, yet at my fifty-five years old then, I was far stronger and furiously determined.
“It’s go-time!” I said furiously, “You are doing this to me every night. That is never wrong for you. But once I start it myself…”
I had envisioned slowly undressing her and gently kissing every sexy inch of my prize but a new plan was called for.
She continued to beat on me with open palms and tried to drive her knees between my legs.
She did not intend to give in.
She would not lift her butt or surrender her dignity but the energy was quickly draining from her.
I reached behind Åāliyah Kamāluddīn and took her undies in my hand.
One firm tug and they shredded, only one pink cotton strand clung by the elastic around her left thigh.
The tearing sound froze her and when she saw the frayed panties and her exposed pubic hair, the resolve began to ebb.
This gave me the last advantage I would need.
I flipped her onto her stomach and climbed astride her upper thighs.
Her arms were now pinned under her body and her legs were in no position to kick anymore.
The idea that the flailing, captive vixen at my mercy was my friend’s lovely wife that fucked me herself astride on me, for her own husband that sold those videos of his own Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife with me, engorged my Uncut Hindu Cock to the bursting point.
I could hammer nails with my Hindu stiffness.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was fully inflamed and my proud and confident smile was ear-to-ear.
I took pleasure in grasping her collar and ripping the lightweight blouse completely off her back.
The pink bra was unsnapped deftly, in a maneuver practiced often with her laundry.
With her shirt in tatters, it seemed her overpowering was complete.
Her back was bare, warm and moist, with long red streaks a reminder of the struggle.
The remnants of her shirtsleeves still covering her upper arms, the bra lay useless as her breasts were smashed into the cushions.
Only the sides of her well-rounded Musalmān boobs could be seen, flattened underneath her.
I tugged off my own sweats and she barely moved.
As she slowly formed the image of her husband’s ever dominant Hindu friend sitting on her beautiful naked Musalmān body, strumming my fingers down her back and making lewd, disgusting comments on her exquisite Musalmān torso, she lost all will to continue.
Oddly, a feeling overtook her.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn could feel a tingle deep inside as I slobbered kisses down her spine.
She noticed an unmistakable wave building in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān loins as I reached under her to squeeze her tits.
And her heartbeat picked-up once more when she felt my handsome Hindu hands cup the cheeks of her rear-end, then suddenly I cracked my hand across her beautiful Musalmān butt and the shriek she let out was as much pleasure as shock.
One more sex provoking delicious Hindu slap on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī chubby perfect round firm ardent Musalmān ass and my palm rubbing her beautiful Musalmān mounds made the seduction total.
At this, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn turned her head to reveal a tear-streaked cheek.
Sālī Badmåsh!
She herself fucked me daily for her pimp husband and enjoyed it very much, but when I was trying to fuck her for myself, she was acting as if I was raping an immensely shauharparast, immensely loyal Musalmān wife.
Nonsense!
Her dark hair, now sweaty, was lying damp across her forehead, neck and back.
Her beautiful Musalmān body was warm and wet from the exertion and her insides were warm from a foreboding of what was to come.
She feebly whispered,
“Why Durgesh, why me? What are you going to do?”
I was exhausted, but these questions only re-sparked my passion.
The struggle done, I took a Moment to survey my conquest.
My wimp and pimp Pseudo Musalmān friend’s beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, lay entirely at my command.
Pleading, sweating, and enticingly available to my desires.
My Uncut Hindu Cock swelled to amazing proportions.
One more slap to her moist Musalmān ass and I let out a merciless, yet still sophisticated triumphant smile.
“Durgesh, please?” She futilely gave it one more shot. “What are you doing?”
She was utterly under my control and her emotions seemed comforted and content with that.
Now was the time for me to announce my intentions.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, I guess I can call you Åāliyah Kamāluddīn since I’m running my fingers along your pussy lips.”
At this, she trembled and was about to speak but I cut her off.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, I’m gonna fuck you tonight, a lot. In fact, I’m gonna fuck you every day and night from now on. No problem. Isn’t it? Because that’s what you yourself were doing daily with me. Weren’t you?”
The shock of those words sent a shiver straight through her, but also aroused a very awkward sensation inside her.
How could her body betray her like this?
Did she want to be raped?
Was it rape if somehow it excited her so much?
“Durgesh, I, I don’t know about this.”
“You’ll do well to listen and obey. What you were doing clandestinely for your bloody Pseudo Musalmān husband, must come out now in the open. You have fucked me until now too much, now it’s my turn to fuck you from now on.”
With one more slap on her reddening backside, the party was about to begin.
My alter-ego was born, and for me, that meant “sex-master.”
I grabbed a big handful of her thick, black locks, and jammed an elbow into the small of her back to arch it, for my approach.
With no further talk or fuss, my huge Uncut Hindu Cock started pushing at the lips of her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
It was now all too real.
She thought maybe she could keep her legs together or squeeze her hips, but again, the fighting just energized me.
Thrusting hard, I was able to wedge my Uncut Hindu Cock into her tight extremely attractive enormously inviting Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy and then the devastation was complete.
I was pleasantly thrilled to find her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy slick and gripping my Hindu meat like a fist wrapped around it.
She was amazed at the same sensation and found herself working to push back on my Uncut Hindu Cock in rhythm with me.
“Durgesh no, this is wrong. This is forbidden in Islam, Durgesh.”
She felt as if she said that to deceive herself because she was obviously starting to enjoy the feeling and realize that her entire life had been as a submissive, so why not her sex-life, too.
She squeaked once more,
“Stop, Durgesh, stop.”
Nevertheless, she hardly believed herself.
I was in total control and we both wanted it that way.
“I’m gonna fuck you good, you little Musalmān bitch. So take my Uncut Hindu Cock in your hot, horny ardent Musalmān twat and make me feel good.”
“Durgesh, please. I’m not a bitch. I’m your friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, your Bhābhījān,n,.” The words excited her all the more.
“You’re my bitch, now! My fuck-toy to play with whenever I want.
The rage was controlled and voice stayed calm and commanding.
I slid a cushion under her belly so that her sweet inviting cheeks were propped-up, as if on a serving-platter.
And the pounding started in earnest.
“Take that Uncut Hindu Cock, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn. How does that feel in your little extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy?” My lust was running wild and there was no one to stop me.
And though I didn’t see it, her fantasies were coming to the force also.
I noticed she was still bucking hard but not trying to throw me off.
I could sense the change coming over her.
Now she herself wanted me to rape her.
Let the new video tell everyone it wasn’t one side activity.
I reached under her to cup each breast and tugged greedily at them, rolling tI nipples in my fingers and pinching them hard.
With a few more long Hindu thrusts in her hot Musalmān twat, I pulled her hair again so that I could see her big brown eyes.
“You love this, don’t you bitch?”
“I’m not a bitch.”
“You love it. And you love my thick Uncut Hindu Cock. Huh, bitch. Say it, tell me you’re my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bitch and you love my Uncut Hindu Cock into your ravenous Musalmān Cunt because your wimp Musalmān husband could never satisfy you as you needed tremendously.”
She saw now she was losing hopelessly, helplessly.
The excitement was real.
Her own female Musalmān lust was roiling up to the surface and she could feel an orgasm welling-up.
Not just an orgasm but an ORGASM.
“All right!, Durgesh, I love your Uncut Hindu Cock into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, is that enough?”
One more firm smack on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī chubby perfect round firm ardent Musalmān ass told her it wasn’t.
“Answer me correctly, bitch!” My Hindu thrusts increased in power with each syllable.
Her will was worn down.
Her immensely beautiful Musalmān body slumped in total defeat.
And she felt one more crack across her bottom.
“Not fast enough!”
“Yes Durgesh, I love your Uncut Hindu Cock,” she moaned in a breathy, throaty voice. “Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān bitch loves your unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock into her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.”
This soothed my tantrum for the Moment but did not stop the plunder.
I banged her harder, thrusting my rock-solid Hindu member between her inner Musalmān lips and strove to sink it deep in her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
Furiously I pounded, tugging on her tits as if they would come off, yanking her black mane croaking in her ear.
“You’re my whore now, and I will use your sweet extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy all day and night long. Take my Uncut Hindu Cock, bitch. I feel you shaking, I hear you moaning and your extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy is soaking my Uncut Hindu Cock. You need to be fucked by me and I’m going to fuck you, good.”
The tension was building in us both.
The climax was imminent.
“Durgesh,” using my nickname for the first time, ever. Please don’t cum into me.”
She didn’t say don’t cum.
Or stop.
And her mind wondered at that.
And it didn’t really matter as she had her tubes tied years ago.
So why say it?
She knew why, and now she knew she had to say it.
“Durgesh, I want to taste you. I want to taste your Hindu cum and feel your Hindu warmth in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth. I’m begging you, Durgesh. Cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.”
Her world turned upside down, literally.
In two seconds, her gaping extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy was empty and I had hold of her ears.
My enormous Hindu rod was pressing between her soft pink Musalmān lips and she could taste her own vaginal Musalmān juices on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her hips heaved and shook so violently that she could not keep my Hindu meat in her mouth.
I entered into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt again and shot streams of my Hindu cum in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān depths endlessly.
Long, sticky rivulets of my Hindu cum oozed ultimately from her Musalmān Cunt, overflowing.
For the first time, she laughed, as she felt the warm liquid inside her.
I chuckled.
She scooped some of the mess off with her fingers herself.
She even surprised me by taking her fingers in her mouth and lewdly licking each one dry.
She the scooped more of it herself and swallowed that, too.
“I told you I wanted to taste you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!” She smiled at me gratefully now, sweetly.
When she lowered her head and cupped her boobs in her hand, I was floored.
Her pink tongue lasciviously darted out to her nipples and cleaned-up all the semen she could reach that fell there when I took my Uncut Hindu Penis from her mouth and entered her Musalmān Cunt again.
My Uncut Hindu Cock sprang instantly to attention, once more and Åāliyah Kamāluddīn laid back with her long legs invitingly open.
“C’mon, now. Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān bitch is ready for action. Fuck me now, fuck me tonight and every day from now on.” She understood her world, now and things were about to change.*
I wasn’t surprised.
“No record?” I asked Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
“No record.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said.
“Then what?”
“Well,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said contemptuously, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had acted on the assumption, of course, that there had been a divorce in Reno, particularly after receiving that letter from their mutual friend about Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s divorce.”
“What did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī do?”
“He says he had naturally acted on the assumption that he was a free man and…”
“What did he do?” I repeated my question curtly.
“He says he had gone pretty damn far by the time he found out that there was some question about his Reno divorce. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī still thought that there was a divorce, all right, but that the records were missing or something.”
“Idiot, never confirmed whether there was any divorce actually or even nothing like that?”
“Never.”
“He was so obsessed with you?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled cunningly.
“What do you think? I am not that much beautiful?”*
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was recovering on the couch.
She must have passed-out for a short while or had just awaken from a terrible nightmare.
No such luck.
As her eyes focused, she saw her husband’s friend Durgesh, kneeling onto her, between her legs.
Alternately, I was rubbing her trimmed bush and sliding my long, bony Uncut Hindu Cock into her sore, wet extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn worked to analyze what and why this all took place.
Her husband’s friend was laughing triumphantly sweetly, yet calling her my “cum-slave” and “fuck-toy.”
Her butt was sore from the spankings I had administered and there was an unmistakable taste of my Hindu cum in her Musalmān throat.
Even my Hindu semen was drying on her smooth Musalmān thighs.
Durgesh, her husband’s fifty five year old enormously handsome Hindu friend, was naked.
My breathing hard and my dark hair disheveled.
My skin was flushed and sweaty, but it was my Uncut Hindu Cock that caught her attention.
Standing straight-out 8-9 inches and impossibly thick she had the curious impression that she could not have ever taken such a monster in either her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt or her mouth.
In her fantasies, it was always a huge Uncut Hindu Cock she craved.
And in her night-stand she kept a big rubber dildo that she rubbed against both sets of lips.
Her husband was over ethical.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn never had another option.
She herself never liked it.
Yet, what the hell else could Åāliyah Kamāluddīn do?
But now, the very real, very enormous Uncut Hindu Cock belonging to her Musalmān husband’s Anant Muslimātchod Hindu friend, was eliciting emotions in her body that should not be there.
She tried to recreate in her mind, what exactly had happened.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had been playfully spanked by her Musalmān husband too, but never had her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī chubby perfect round firm ardent Musalmān ass been smacked so hard and so often that she needed to keep the pressure on her hips instead of her butt.
And though she had pleased her husband sometimes with her mouth too, no one had ever been allowed to finish inside her.
But, now Durgesh was fucking her and calling her names that she had never imagined.
And for some bewildering reason, fluids were running down her thighs, her nipples stood erect to the touch, aching to be squeezed, and each nasty name set off sparks in her mind.
“Can this really be my husband’s ‘friend’?”
“Good, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, You’re awake”, I started.
No longer bothering to call her “Åāliyah Kamāluddīn Bhābhījān.”
“I think you came so hard the last time, that you passed-out. Now that you understand the new rules, let’s start lesson #2.”
I stroked my thick Hindu meat as if it was a trophy and slapped it sharply against her beautiful Musalmān chin and cheeks.
My mind now flush with power and excitement.
“What lesson, what rules?…please Durgesh?” She slithered towards the back of the couch but this served no purpose.
I grabbed a handful of her jet-black hair in my strong hand and twisted her head back so that Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was staring up at me as I hovered over her.
“Lesson #2 bitch, suck my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls and beg me to give you my Hindu seed.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn nearly swooned.
She attempted to clamp her teeth shut and close her moist dark eyes.
One swift slap across her cheek ended that brief show of resistance.
“Do you need more discipline or are you ready to proceed?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn saw clearly now that her life has been one continuous stream of orders given and meek submission; her husband, her boss and now suddenly, her husband’s friend.
Men used her body literally or figuratively.
This time though, things seemed a bit different.
Her body and soul had been empty for so long, and she had only been going through the motions.
It felt good to have a man issue orders to her, again.
However, the Hindu angel of her subconscious nagged at her, still.
“This is forbidden in Islam,” she struggled with the thought. “My husband’s Hindu friend fucked me, and now wants me… no, demands, that I suck his swollen Uncut Hindu Cock and beg for the pleasure of it.”
She sensed me gripping her ears and positioning my fleshy beast at her lips.
Her surrender was now total.
The wave of anticipation building in her was like a volcano.
My bulging Uncut Hindu Penis slid roughly into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was amazed at the sensation she experienced here and between her legs.
I started gently but it was not long until the pumping increased and I grasped her shoulders to gain leverage.
“Open wider, I’m gonna fuck your beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth like a whore and give you a load of my Hindu sweetness.”
She knew I expected her to swallow, but she couldn’t.
The gagging and choking forced my Uncut Hindu Cock out and in my wrath, I directed a long stream of jism into her lovely Musalmān Cunt again. The salty ropes of my Hindu cum sprayed into her Musalmān Cunt and splashed into her immense Musalmān depths.
Thick gobs of milky Hindu semen slowly oozed out her Musalmān Cunt overflowing from it ultimately, and clung in long strands from her thighs.
I milked my tool and squirted still more cum into Åāliyah Kamāluddīn‘s Musalmān Cunt.
When my Uncut Hindu Cock grew soft, I smiled triumphantly,
“Now clean me off and suck me ’till I’m hard again. Put a nice shine on it, I want you to keep my Uncut Hindu Cock hard and warm.”
Once more, My long, thick Hindu member snaked its way down her throat.
‘Why am I so excited? How can I be so thrilled to be forcibly raped by my own husband’s Hindu friend? I’ve had fantasies of being held down, and in dreams I’ve been called whore and bitch…but forbidden and rape should not get me so wet!’
My Uncut Hindu Cock grew amazingly large again, the bulbous head and straining veins looked unreal as it plunged into her like a piston, her saliva smoothing and greasing its path.
She took a deep breath and resigned herself to her fate.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn wrapped her hand around my enormous Uncut Hindu Cock and worked her fingers up the length of my shaft.
My Uncut Hindu Cock glistened with her spit and her long fingers, the pink nails shiny from cum, worked furiously to pump more semen from the tip.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, tell me what you want, and do it correctly.”
With a deep sigh and in a little-girl voice, she replied,
“Please Durgesh, fill me up, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān bitch wants you to fuck her and let her pleasure you in any way you choose.”
It was impossible to tell who was getting the most excited but certainly Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was near orgasm and she was in dreamland.
I yanked her from the couch and on to her knees.
“Show me what you’ve learned, you horny slut.”
With just the slightest hesitation, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn stroked my blood engorged tool, the purple knob throbbing.
She greedily sucked it into her mouth and slurped it hungrily down.
She loved the rough Hindu skin sliding in and out.
She loved the sensation of this huge Uncut Hindu prick pounding the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān throat.
And she loved that she could give a man, even this particular man, her husband’s friend, such an amazing feeling.
A switch was thrown.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was now a sub.
Secure in that knowledge, she let her husband’s friend’s Uncut Hindu Cock pop out of her lewd Musalmān mouth.
Her pink lipstick was smeared all over her face.
Cum was drying on her thighs.
The image drove her passion, she felt invigorated and wanted this feeling to go on forever.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was still pumping my big Uncut Hindu Cock in her petite hands.
She rose to her feet and led me by my Uncut Hindu Cock to the side of the sofa.
She leaned over the armrest and placed one hand between her legs.
She slowly played with her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy lips and slipped my Uncut Hindu Cock herself into her warm Musalmān gash.
Her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy made a sound both erotic and nasty.
My Uncut Hindu Cock made a sloppy noise and she guided my stiff pecker with her free hand.
As it pressed against her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt again, we both felt the head enter with very little effort.
“Please Durgesh, fuck my tight little Musalmān twat, and make me your bitch. I need to be fucked and I want you to treat me, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, like the dirty little whore that I am.”
I explored deep inside her steaming extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
As I squirted another blast against her inner Musalmān walls, I emitted a deep groan and shuttered mightily.
She shook so hard that she needed to hold the couch for support, her legs buckling beneath her.
Our ashvinātam orgasms together were drowned-out by our combined ashvinātam moans.
I wrapped my long arms around her waist and reached up to grab her heavy, swaying Musalmān breasts.
I continued to pump her hot Musalmān snatch and she thrust her meaty Musalmān backside in rhythm with my constant Hindu pounding.
Both of us were sweating and gasping for air as we collapsed onto the thick oriental carpet.
I lay spread-eagled on the floor and Åāliyah Kamāluddīn lay on me, her face downwards, having my Uncut Hindu Cock still buried deepest into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn herself started to fuck me now straddling me, shamelessly.
Well, it wasn’t anything new however.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had already fucked me thus for a long time.
Only Durgesh wasn’t awake then.
Or, was Durgesh awake then too?
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly.
Mecca Fataħ?
Chapter 6
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 4
Posted: July 5, 2014 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb, Al Jihad Al Vaqār, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, Aqāmat-e-Dīn, Aqāmat-e-Ħukūmat-e-Ilāhī, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Dr. Ali Sina, Durgesh, Everfirst Musalmīn, Feminism, Five Elements, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, life sciences, Modern Democratic Årabia, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Panthā R’tasý, Qur'an, Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī, Sirātalmustaqīm, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Tafsīlal Kitābi, Yazīd, Yazīd malåūn, Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi Leave a commentChapter 4
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Imāmzādi Ħumayrah Qāzī
Durgesh Al Jihad Al Vaqār
Durgesh Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb
I looked at Imāmzādi Ħumayrah Qāzī.
“I know she is right. The humankind dreams, enjoys to dream and never wants to come out of dreams. But it doesn’t mean someone should take its advantage. Neither it’s a tragedy at all.”
“I see,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “so, my ever over moral Hindu husband is angry because one of his infinite Musalmān wives is taking advantage of some eternal fact. If you are right, why isn’t it a tragedy?”
“Because originally every eternal law in the system is there for ‘Janébhyah’, for the people. You are taking advantage of it for yourself and your Young lady Musalmān Brigade.”
“You are quite mistaken, Param Purush.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said curtly, “Neither my Young lady Musalmān Brigade nor myself do maintain our Sharīr Yantrs, our Body Machines only for our own satisfaction. We do affirmations and transmissions using them. That’s how we converted Saåūdī Årabia into Modern Democratic Årabia and ended anti Hindu rule from India forever. If it isn’t ‘Janébhyah’, for the people, why the hell did you yourself participate in it, and still do?”*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār ostentatiously, flashily, consulted her wristwatch as she entered my office.
“Thought you would never get here, Durgesh.” she said, “Been waiting twenty minutes. Damn it. I don’t like waiting for anyone, not for my de facto husband especially.”
“So it seems,” I said dryly.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
“Well, I’m not one of your sex therapy clients, I mean. I’m one of your commandos actually that assist you in fighting against ever insane pseudo Muslim terrorism.”
“You wanted to tell me some things about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I reminded her coldly.
“Your Musalmān stepson isn’t only a terrorist, he is a bigamous criminal as well. He was already married to four beautiful Musalmān wives, when he married me.”
“Oh, come on, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. You are not actually his wife. You are a commando actually to get evidences against Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“But he already has four wives. How the hell under Muslim Personal Law could he marry me? Isn’t his marriage with me void ab initio?”
“Is your marriage with him important?”
“I’m running his business as his wife. If I’m not his wife legally, I can’t inherit his business as well. Isn’t it important?”
“I see,”
“This media empire I control is not mine any more, if my marriage with him is void ab initio.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī can never take the possession of his media empire now, don’t worry.”
“There are complications now.”
“Okay, go ahead. Tell me everything.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said gravely.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī married a girl named Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb ten years ago. She was a mighty sweet girl then.”
I looked at Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
She hated terrorism, crimes and the anti-human activities of Pseudo Musalmīn right ab initio.
The Pseudo Musalmīn charged Al Jihad Al Vaqār that she was never loyal to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pretended to love him because she wanted to acquire the hold on the media empire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī owned.
Now she was the owner because I was with her, not because she had any talent herself.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed at the charges.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was completely hypnotized then with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s extraordinary magical Musalmān beauty. Hypnotism is the actually exactly right word for it, Durgesh. Don’t make any mistake about that. As it turned out, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb herself hated terrorism and crimes as much as I do. Besides, she was a cold, clever, scheming—well, even I hate to use the word that comes in my mind in front of you.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār looked at me gravely.
I smiled.
“Al Jihad Al Vaqār, love brings out the best in people. That’s why the utmost ancient book on humanity, Ved, has based the system of life, it proposes, on love. That’s why it wants to spread love everywhere through its Family Movement. When love leaves, it frequently happens the best is gone. I would never blame Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. She did what she did because she loved humanity more than she loved my ever scheming stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hates you very much.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “He says you deliberately pick up the horniest Musalmān houseladies who are unsatisfied with their ever righteous Musalmān husbands. You fulfill their slutty wishes and—”
“I know. Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn claim it’s the fact. And that’s why they keep losing their ever needy Musalmān womankind to me or other capable Hindus. They blame us Hindus for it. If they had ever tried to find out the fault with in themselves, they would have stopped the wooing of Musalmān Beauties me or other capable Hindus already much before.”
“The Pseudo Musalmīn don’t want to believe anyone else that’s not himself a Pseudo Musalmān.”
“And that’s why the Pseudo Musalmīn are the losers ever.” I smiled curtly.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled forlornly.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is a holy terror.”
“In what way?” I asked.
“In every way,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “She is—well, she’s a wildcat. You know, that old saying about ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’.”
“Sure, even Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī created almost everlasting Brāhm Kalp that has mostly Brāhmañ Muslimāt Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī couples.”
“What?”
“Nothing, how long has Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb separated from Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?”
“Don’t you know?”
“Not exactly. It wasn’t as serious a matter then, as it is now.”
“I don’t think the separation had so much to do with it.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “It was when Al Nādir Al Ghāzī married me. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb couldn’t bear it. She became absolutely insane with rage.”
I watched Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
She was a beautiful Musalmān redhead, with the bluest of blue smart Musalmān eyes.
I could look right down in the depths.
The fair delicate Musalmān skin that goes with a redhead of that type.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was beautiful.
She was a gem.
Not only physically, but morally as well.
It wasn’t any miracle however.
Pseudo Islam never succeeded in Musalmān womankind to the extent it succeeded in Musalmān mankind.
Yazīd Malåūn needed warriors more than the womankind.
His movement wasn’t a moral movement as the original Islam was.
It was actually now a military movement to spread his Imperialism.
It used Islam, it didn’t follow Islam actually.
On the contrary, the Islam had to follow Yazīd Malåūn and his bandits.
I looked into her beautiful eyes.
“Do you have a woman in your employ about twenty eight or twenty nine, with a good figure, trim, slim waisted, long legged, high breasted, blonde hair, gray eyes…”
“In my employ?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled ironically, “Allah, Durgesh, you make her sound like a Hollywood movie actress.”
“She’s good looking,” I admitted.
“Don’t know anyone,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shook her head.
“Know anyone by the name of Al Qāsim?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār thought.
“Yes,” she said, “I had a business deal at one time with a man by the name of Al Qāsim, some sort of a mining deal. I can’t remember much of it. As a successful businesswoman now, I have a lot of things on my mind. The way you talk about her, a man could have helped you more in the matter. A woman isn’t interested in a woman in the way a man is interested in her. However, I wanted to talk to you about my ex co wife, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.”
“Go ahead.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said,
“Well, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī separated. Now, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says there is something strange about that separation. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hadn’t been getting along too well.”
“Because they were never serious about getting along too well.” I smiled.
“Pseudo Islam, Pseudo Christianity, Pseudo Judaism, every religion, every ideology has its pseudo version now.”
“What do you want to say?”
“Actually, every person is not living his/her natural scientific life, neither s/he wants to.”
“I’m unable to follow you.”
“The scientific reason behind these separations and divorces is that man is actually a polygamist animal.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed.
“Glad to hear it from you, a man himself. The womankind is monogamous in this matter.”
“That’s right. Actually, it needs five elements to run a family successfully.”
“Indeed?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled mockingly, “And what the hell are those bloody five elements?”
“The first one is a suitable system of life based on cold and hard eternal scientific facts, Sirātalmustaqīm, Panthā R’tasý.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed.
“Are you explaining me Al Qur’an Al Karīm? Are you a Maulānā? A muballigh-e-Islam? Sirātalmustaqīm? Allah, I can’t believe it. A Hindu is preaching Islam to a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān young woman.”*
I smiled.
“I didn’t find any Āyat in Al Qur’an Al Karīm that prohibits an Ahal-e-Al Kitāb to explain the Tafsīlal Kitābi. The problem with you so called Musalmīn is that you neither know nor have the courage enough to believe that we Hindus are actually the Everfirst Musalmīn. And therefore we Hindus have every right to read, study, peruse Al Qur’an Al Karīm and preach it according to Al Kitāb. Al Qur’an Al Karīm says we get double ujr for it, double reward for it, than you Musalmīn get. Aqāmat-e-Dīn, Aqāmat-e-Ħukūmat-e-Ilāhī, is not you so called Musalmīn’s exclusive territory. ”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār gritted her teeth.
It was no use to debate with Durgesh on it.
She knew very well that she couldn’t prove me wrong.
Countless Musalmīn didn’t agree with me.
Yet, none of them could prove me wrong according to Al Qur’an Al Karīm and Aħādīs-e-muqaddasāt.
The worst thing was they couldn’t prove wrong even Dr. Ålī Sina and his Co Authors.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār changed the subject.
It was a better course to follow for everyone that couldn’t win a debate.
Wasn’t it?
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hadn’t been getting along too well and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had been turning to other interests. He was staying at the club a lot, playing a little poker, going out with his friends. But Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was not sitting home, pining her life away. They had just reached the point where they’d started to grow apart.”
“Neither of them wanted to save the marriage.” I commented.
“That’s right. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had found out that Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was smarter than he himself was. He wasn’t agree to play the second fiddle. I think even Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb had also found out about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Pseudo Musalmān terrorist, criminal and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmān activities. She played smart not to fight on it with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
I digested the information.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was really smart.
No doubt.
“They both had realized their marriage was a great mistake. They were not made for each other.”
“That’s the problem with marrying in a community.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would perhaps never married Al Nādir Al Ghāzī if Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t a Musalmān and Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s parents never insisted to marry their daughter with a Musalmān only.”
“Wasn’t it natural?”
I looked at her gravely.
“Sure, but where the parents of Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb failed was to believe that everything that shines is bound to be gold.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched me appreciatively.
“Countless Musalmīn marry their daughters, their sisters today with ostensible Musalmīn without confirming whether he is really a Musalmān or not. They forget Allah has warned them, ‘Wa lā tunkiħū almusharikīn ħattā yu’minū’. Ħattā yu’minū is the important part here that prohibits a Musalmān to marry his/her daughter/sister with an ostensible Musalmān. It requires the confirmation of the Īmān of the bridegroom as Ved orders ‘Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt’.”
“Allah, are you again preaching me Islam, Maulānā Durgesh?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shouted at me angrily.*
I laughed.
“You Musalmīn are furious that someone that isn’t a Muslim reminds you what Islam really is. It exposes you ostensible Musalmīn. Doesn’t it?”
“Damn you.”
I smiled.
“Try to be a true Musalmān sometimes, if not always.”
She watched me angrily.
“Al Qur’an Al Karīm says, ‘Lā ikrāh fiddīni’ ‘No compulsion in religion’ too. Perhaps in your enthusiasm to preach me Islam, you are forgetting it.”
“Certainly not. You are still free to have your own opinion whatsoever you want to. Dr. Ålī Sina and his Co Authors have influenced a large number of you Musalmīn too, I understand.”
She deliberately ignored my remark.
It was she that needed me now, not I that needed Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
“Anyway,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār tried once again to resume the subject, “When the separation came, neither Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb nor Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had any hard feelings for each other. They both were so fed up of each other they both wanted to get rid of another one. No tears shed. No complaints even. It was just a plain business matter. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb a mine in New Mexico that looked pretty good. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wanted to have Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Media Empire that I’m running now. Nevertheless, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī made her to compromise on the mine.”
“Any formal property settlement drawn up?” I asked.
“That’s where Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb defeated Al Nādir Al Ghāzī cleverly successfully. He made a blunder there. He didn’t have it formal, but Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb had always been pretty square that way.”
“I see,” I smiled sarcastically.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār ignored my reaction.
She continued.
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī both talked things over. He gave her this mine in New Mexico and they were going to see how it turned out.”
I didn’t say anything.
I only listened to her without making any comment whatsoever.
“If it turned out all right, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was going to take that as a complete property settlement. If it didn’t turn out so good, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī told her they’d make some sort of an adjustment.”
“It means Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was more eager to get rid of her than Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was. He never hid his such a blunt eagerness to get rid of her. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb noticed it and carefully took every advantage she could.”
“I agree with you.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “Most of the filthy rich men never care for such matters gravely even. They take it extremely carelessly. They never marry gravely actually. They purchase a beautiful plaything for them, instead of having a wife actually. They are always ready to pay for it. That’s what they think they have money for. Even when you fuck their beautiful wives they actually laugh at you that you are a damn fool mostly interested in the used Beauties.”
I smiled triumphantly.
“Their point of view and mine towards life is entirely different, Al Jihad Al Vaqār.”
“I know,”
“They pay money for everything, I pay love for everything.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was startled.
“You can see yourself who the real damn fool is. I get love for love, sincerity, honesty, loyalty and the immense indebtedness from the Beauties they get rid of, thus. I keep my money too with me. They never get anything true from their wives even when they are their wives and they lose their money too. Moreover, I never see them as used Beauties. I see them as my fellow human beings that need something I can do for them. I never lose anything in doing that something for them. Instead, I myself enjoy them too much if they enjoy me. It’s the principle that you do everything for me that you can, and in return, I would do everything for you that I can. What the hell have I to lose in this lifestyle?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was watching me dumbfounded.
Chapter 5
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 1
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The June morning dawned bright and warm.
It was a beautiful day for a wedding.
I had set my alarm for 6 a.m.
My criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, was getting married today.
Despite Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī’s every effort, she could not make her ever-stupid son to see the changing environment of the globe.
He wasn’t ever a member of any terrorist group, nevertheless he never found anything irreligious in any of that anti justice anti human organizations.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī decided not to marry him ever until he isn’t human at least somewhat.
Nevertheless, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī’s scheme again backfired.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār loved Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, as he was himself now.
“You do understand he can join any terrorist group anytime,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī told Al Jihad Al Vaqār curtly, “Don’t you?”
“I doubt it, Ammī.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār cooed, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī didn’t join them when it was easier for the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists to survive and succeed. Now, Narendr Modī is in power in India. Have you forgotten what Narendr Modī did in Gujarat with these bloody Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists?”*
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled confidently.
The bloody Alkuffār.
Polytheists.
Al Musharikīn.
Everyone is thinking Islam has lost forever.
Hindutv is in power now.
Not Narendr Modī.
No doubt, the Hindu scoundrel is lucky.
Every effort to kill Narendr Modī has backfired till now, without any exception.
So what?
There are millions of Musalmīn.
How many of them the Hindus can arrest?
How many of them the Hindus can hang till they don’t die?
He had proposed to kill Nawaz Sharif in India, at least, if not Narendr Modī.
However, none listened to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
They think Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is stupid.
Let them.
Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun!
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī sat at the wheel of the marvelous green seat of his Station Wagon.
The Indian Mujahidin are too afraid of Narendr Modī.
They think he is immortal now.
Nonsense, no one is immortal.
Let Al Nādir Al Ghāzī kill the root, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, first.
It was Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever unashamed shameless Musalmān lady brigade that always protect Hindus.
They always betray Musalmīn.
The persons like Jāved Akħtar, Salīm, etcetera have surrendered to Hindus already.
It’s not important what they say.
They have to do it for their own survival.
Kalma-e-kufr is allowed in Islam to self survival if there isn’t another option.
Islam isn’t a dīn of stupidity, irrespective of what the foolish Al Kuffār say.*
I got out of the hotel bed, and walked into the bathroom to get showered before seven.
According to the plan of the bride and groom, each one would share a wedding day breakfast with the other’s parents.
In this case, it meant that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s bride-to-be, Al Jihad Al Vaqār, would be having breakfast, with me, in my hotel room, and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī would have breakfast with Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s parents, Al Jalāl Al Wahāb and Al Qahar Al Īmān.
I was grave for my criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson.
He was marrying a great girl.
It didn’t hurt that she was beautiful from head to toe either.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was a 26 year old interior decorator who’d met Al Nādir Al Ghāzī through mutual friends.
The attraction was immediate and after 2 years of courtship, he’d asked her to be his wife.
I slipped on a pair of loose fitting sweats and a casual t-shirt.
A knock on the door announced that room service was there.
The bellhop wheeled a cart in filled with different covered trays.
Quickly and quietly the bellhop set the table up for two.
I paid him a tip and he left.
I lifted the lids of each dish and found Belgian waffles under one, strawberries under another, a bowl of whipped cream, scrambled eggs on a plate, and sausages under another.
A carafe of coffee and a bottle of orange juice completed the meal.
I imagined Al Jihad Al Vaqār wouldn’t be too hungry, as is, having wedding day jitters.
But just in case, I’d made sure I ordered a good breakfast.
Promptly at 7 a.m., there was a knock on my hotel room door.
I answered it and there stood my knockout beautiful, soon to be ‘daughter in law’, Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
“Good morning, dad,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said as she smiled, leaned in and kissed me on my cheek.
I invited her in and ushered her over to the table of waiting food.
I pulled her chair out for her as she sat down.
I took the chair across from her.
Like me, Al Jihad Al Vaqār was very casually dressed for this hour of the morning.
She wore a thick bathrobe under which she wore a short cream colored chemise with boy shorts.
“Would it bother you terribly if I took my robe off, dad?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār asked.
“Of course not Al Jihad Al Vaqār, get comfortable girl.” I replied.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār stood up and took the robe off.
She walked the robe over to the coat rack by the door and hung it there.
I was mesmerized as I watched her walk over to hang the robe up.
I’d never seen Al Jihad Al Vaqār in anything other than classy suits or blue jeans.
The chemise she wore was soft ivory and hung just below the cheeks of her excellent heavy plump luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt.
Her legs were long and slender and she was very shapely.
When she turned and walked back towards the table, even I had to catch my breath.
The front of the chemise was cut low and rested on the top of her breasts that were full and filled out the front of the chemise.
I could actually see her beautiful nipples poking through the fabric.
She was one beautiful Musalmān woman I thought again.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled as she sat down across from me.
She enjoyed a good relationship with her soon to be father in law.
I’d made her feel like part of the family from the start.
I razzed her just as much as I did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī and my 3 other Musalmān stepsons.
She’d always admired me.
She also found me very attractive.
Even far more attractive, far more romantic and far sexier than her soon to be husband was.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was a handsome man, but he looked more like his mother than his father.
More feminine than masculine.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s hair was sandy brown like his mother’s, as well as having his mother’s green eyes.
My hair was a dark black, and I was not even starting to grey at my temples, as some men in my age did.
My eyes too were black and framed by spiky long lashes.
Even in my medium height, I stood a full 3 inches taller than my criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson.
I stood up and started to remove the lids from the food.
“I didn’t know what you’d want, but I knew you liked Belgian waffles so I ordered them and all of this. I hope you’re hungry, young lady.” I smiled warmly at Al Jihad Al Vaqār. “Would you like me to make the bride a plate?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled back at me,
“Actually Dad, I am hungry, but my nerves are a little edgy. May we just sit and talk for a little bit before we eat? It will calm my nerves.”
“Sure hon'” I said, “C’mon, come sit on the bed and we’ll chat like friends.” I smiled.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār and I got comfortable on the bed.
I sat with my back against the headboard and Al Jihad Al Vaqār sat cross-legged in front of me.
“Is that better?” I asked.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed at my friendly remark and said,
“This is fine, dad.”
She sat there looking at me and couldn’t explain the weird feeling coming over her.
I was sitting there smiling at her and she had this unexplainable urge to kiss me.
Allah!
How incredible it was.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad always said,
“No beautiful woman, irrespective of her age, can ever resist Durgesh’s infinite masculine charms. Durgesh complains that no woman let him continue ever a platonic relationship with her. But how the hell can anyone? Durgesh has infinite Bhogchakr.”
Is it true?
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed.
She never believed in the ever ridiculous Bhogchakr theory of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Musalmān lady brigade.
It was a nonsense.*
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had parked his station wagon from the Iron Gate at the entrance of the massive Ashvinātam Masjid.
He kept an eye on the University young ladies and even mature Musalmān beautiful ladies going inside for Al Fajir mass.
It was the tenth and last day of their Ijlās.
If their quarry arrived today, as he had the previous nine mornings, the pattern was set.
They would place the dynamite in the tunnel beneath the street tonight.
They would detonate the explosives and assassinate their tremendously scorned enemy, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, the founder of HLMCIC.
Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Clubs.
Let the ever-democratic scoundrel go to hell.
Even if they couldn’t kill Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the so called Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā reincarnated due to her immensely incredible black magic powers, they could kill at least her immensely respected Abbū, the devil incarnate,
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī peered at his wristwatch.
“You’d better go in now,” he said quietly to the young lady in the front seat beside him. “If the bastard is on schedule, he should be here in five minutes.”
“Do I have to?” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī smiled devilishly, “What purpose? He’d never get to the damn Masjid, Ashvinātam Masjid, hunh, tomorrow morning.”
“For positive identification,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled cunningly, “They want to fuck our muqaddas, pious, Pāk, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ladies. Let them. Who the hell are more pious than the Mujāhidāt themselves? Hindu scoundrels, fuck Mujāhidāt and be damned. Our Mujāhidāt would keep you busy 24×7 in sex with them. They’d give birth to your Hindu sons who would be the Mujāhidīn next generation, as we are.”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan has planned to expose us to the true Musalmīn, as he calls them.” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī smiled sarcastically.
“True Musalmīn? Who support the ever coward Hindus?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled curtly.
“Now they are in power, don’t forget.”
“I won’t, ever,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said bitterly. “I want you to see him close up. We’ve got to be certain he is Al Saåīd Al Qādir, the deputy prime minister in charge of defense, and no other. Go ahead, Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī, it’s the last time.”
“Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun,”
“Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun,”
They never said, “Allah Ħāfiz,”
They always said, ‘Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun’, instead.
It was their code somewhat even.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was nineteen only, while Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was twenty nine already.
“Fa qatulū almusharikīn,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said.
“Ħaysu wajadttumūhum.” Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī said.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī watched her leave the car, cross over, and reach the landing below the massive Masjid door.
Al Mujāhidah Al Ghāzī fell in among other worshipers at the steps, climbing up and going inside the Masjid.*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār tried to dispel the thought from her mind, but it wouldn’t shake.
Even worse, her thoughts started getting more provocative about me.
I sat there a little thoughtful by the strange look on Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s face.
One moment she’d been smiling at me and now she was sitting there staring at me with this peculiar look.
“Al Jihad Al Vaqār, are you okay?” I said in a concerned voice.
As if in a daze, Al Jihad Al Vaqār got up on her knees and inched herself intimately close to me.
Without saying a word, she placed her extremely beautiful red crimson luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips on mine and tenderly kissed me.
Inhaling she could take in my masculine Hindu scent and her kiss became a little more searching as her tongue pried its way between my lips.
Now I fully understood the weird look on Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s face, but what I didn’t understand was why in the hell was I returning her kiss?
She was about to marry my criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson.
Oh how her mouth was warm sweet though.
I sucked her extremely beautiful red crimson luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips in between mine while my hands began to explore what was under the chemise.
Right before my eyes, Al Jihad Al Vaqār raised the chemise above and over her head and threw it on the floor.
Her breasts were stunning.
My mouth watered just looking at them.
My hands reached out for them and I grasped and caressed them.
No words were spoken as passion overtook the both of us.
We both knew what our actions were leading up to, but as if possessed by a hunger we couldn’t explain we didn’t stop.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār, only in her boy shorts straddled My lap and began to kiss me again.
Our kiss was hungry and passionate.
My cock was hard and I could feel it pressing against Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s pussy.
I grabbed a hand full of her excellent heavy plump luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pulled her even closer to me as we kissed.
Pushing myself away from the headboard, I laid Al Jihad Al Vaqār down in front of me.
Staring at her sexy body, I removed my t-shirt and stripped my sweats off.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was long, thick and very erect as my sweats came off.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār started to slide her boy shorts down, when I took over and slid them completely off for her.
Smiling at her, I bowed my head down and inhaled her excellent young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
It was warm and musky.
Easing myself down between her legs, I spread them apart.
Her excellent young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was beautifully shaven.
Wrapping my mouth fully over it, I kissed it passionately.
My lips ravaged her.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s excellent young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks bucked under me and her hands pressed my head deeper into her excellent young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Yes, Durgesh, kiss me, kiss me there.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār huskily whispered.
I drove Al Jihad Al Vaqār wild when I kissed across her clit.
I loved this.
At this moment, I did not care that Al Jihad Al Vaqār was about to marry my criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson.
She had chosen to allow me this privilege and I sure as hell wasn’t going to pass it up.
Let the anti-human Pseudo Musalmān terrorist suffer, even if he was my stepson.
Let him get punished.
I knew once with me, Al Jihad Al Vaqār would never return to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī completely.
She could never forget the immense sexual bliss she would get from me.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī couldn’t give its ten percent even.
Pressing my head hard against her excellent young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Al Jihad Al Vaqār felt herself about to cum.
Her orgasm overtook her and spread through her entire body.
I had already stopped doing what I was doing.
As her orgasm subsided, I kissed her clit once more and then got up on top of her.
Kneeing her legs open a bit more, I positioned my ultra-hard Uncut Hindu Cock and then drove it deep inside Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
Her excellent young Musalmān body bucked and we both moaned loudly.
With an ardent intensity, I began to work my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her silky Musalmān pussy.
All the while, Al Jihad Al Vaqār moaned loudly and called out my name.
It was a good thing that her parent’s room, was on another floor of the hotel.
Anyone walking by the room would have clearly heard what was going on inside.
Her calling out my name only turned me on more and I worked my Uncut Hindu Cock even harder pounding into her.
Getting up on my knees, I flipped Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s legs over my shoulders and proceeded to drive deeper and deeper into her tight Musalmān pussy.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, she felt so good to me.
I knew I could cum at any moment, but I wouldn’t allow myself as I suspected this moment could never happen again.
With that thought in mind, I gave it all I could working my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out, my balls slapping against Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s beautiful Musalmān ass.
Grunting with each thrust, I watched the ecstasy etched all over Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s beautiful young Musalmān face.
I loved knowing I was the one giving her this pleasure.
As much as I detested my criminal minded, ever anti Hindu, ever anti humanity, ever communal Pseudo Musalmān stepson, I wanted to make sure that nobody ever fucked Al Jihad Al Vaqār as well as I was at this moment.
I wanted her to remember this.
“Yes darling! Is this what you want?” I said out of breath.
“Allah, Måshā Allah, Subħān Allah, yes,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār breathlessly replied. “I want you to cum into me, dad, sorry, not dad now, Durgesh darling, my actual husband from now on!”
“What?”
“That’s right. What the hell do you think? I want to cuckold your terrorist stepson to both of us. And Wallāh, I promise to do it. Let him clean my Musalmān Cunt licking it, after you fuck me.”
I didn’t say anything as to its response.
I dropped Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s legs off of my shoulders and laid down on her.
Kissing her very lovingly, I rhythmically began to slide my Uncut Hindu Cock back and forth until I felt my orgasm began to build up and finally explode.
A loud guttural cry escaped from my lips as My body froze and I emptied my Hindu seed into Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s fertile Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.
“Thank you darlin'” I said, as I smiled and kissed Al Jihad Al Vaqār afterward. “You’re something else, you beautiful woman. My stepson is a lucky man.”
No more words were said as we got up, enjoyed a shower together and then ate breakfast leisurely.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār got dressed again, and slipped off to her room to prepare for her wedding day.
No one smiled more, at the wedding, than the bride and the father of the groom that day.
About a year later, I could only smile when people told me how much my 3 month old namesake grandson looked like me.
There would be more in the line.
Wouldn’t they?
Chapter 2
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 