The Yacht: 4

Midterm 2012 Volume 4

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 3

Ved Nagar Volume 2

The Yacht

Durgesh

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Chapter 4

Durgesh Al Quddūs Al Nisār
Durgesh Al Jalāl Al Tayyab

On a quiet road heading out of town I had stopped suddenly as a cat ran across in front of me.
As I did I felt a bump and quickly realized someone had hit me from behind.
Without a thought I pulled over to the side of the road and leapt from the car in something of a rage to inspect the damage.
As I went to the back of the car I noticed the other car had stopped and as the door swung open a rather attractive young woman stepped out in a bit of a panic.

“Allah! Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” Al Quddūs Al Nisār shrieked. “I…I don’t know what happened, one minute you…..”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā ! What have you done,” said I furiously butting in on her attempted explanation.
Al Quddūs Al Nisār was clearly in a bit of a state.
I quickly realized it had to be because the car Al Quddūs Al Nisār had hit was my car.
I was about to calm her fears and tell her it was alright when my words were suddenly taken away by the sight of her womanly curves.

Standing I found it hard to concentrate on what Al Quddūs Al Nisār was saying.
As I tried to focus on her face rather than her body I couldn’t help but take the occasional quick glance down at her rather impressive chest.

For a moment I pretended to be completely tongue tied and just let her continue with her explanation and apology.
I never felt awkward and uncomfortable around women because they almost always looked down at me with seduction.
I had the undivided attention of a gorgeous young woman and wanted to make the most of it.

Pretending to be concerned about the damage to my car I walked around the back and took a closer look.
I just rubbed my chin and muttered,
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā. Oh, dear.”

The concerned young woman came to have a look too, her perfume filling the air around me.
Not wanting to miss out on an opportunity like this, I stepped back just behind her to get a crafty look at her glorious rear as she bent over to see how bad it was.
My eyes widened at the glorious sight of her generously proportioned cheeks stretching the tight black leggings.
From the lack of any visible panty line I knew this gorgeous white skinned veiled yet unveiled Musalmān woman had to be wearing some sort of thong and I could instantly feel my Uncut Hindu Cock begin to swell.

Turning back to again explaining how sorry Al Quddūs Al Nisār was, I reached out and touched her arm with my hand in a sort of comforting gesture.

“Oh don’t worry,” I said enjoying the immense feeling of power, “I can just ignore it and forget.”

“Oh thank you, I don’t know what to say, thank you so much!”

In an instant and before I could realize what was happening she threw her arms around me and gave me a huge hug.
It took me completely by surprise, the young glorious Musalmān woman was clearly so happy at my kindness that Al Quddūs Al Nisār was overcome with the urge to demonstrate her immense gratitude.
She had uplifted her naqāb of her veil to keep her immensely beautiful face out.
They did it to beautify themselves more than the non-Muslim Beauties, to highlight their extreme beauty.

It lasted a good 10 seconds or so and all I could feel was her bust squashing against my chest.
My already stirring Uncut Hindu Cock now began to really harden.
I instinctively slipped my hands around her to hug her back.
As Al Quddūs Al Nisār enthusiastically continued to blurt out her thanks I couldn’t resist holding her tightly.
I enjoyed the moment very much.
Then, it was either instinct or more likely just seizing this most exciting of experiences, I couldn’t resist moving my hands downwards to rest just below her waist on the slope at the top of her perfectly formed female Musalmān ass.

The smooth tight feel of her leggings was just incredible for me, to most it would have been nothing more than what it was, a simple friendly hug. But for me it was an opportunity to enjoy more close contact than I had had with an extremely attractive female for longer than I cared to remember.
It was a true sexual experience and one that was turning me on greatly.
As the hug came to an end and Al Quddūs Al Nisār began to step back I had to take the chance, I knew I might never get another, and so as casually as I could make it appear I allowed my hands to fall away and “accidentally” touch those two beautifully rounded Musalmān cheeks.

Luckily Al Quddūs Al Nisār said nothing, either Al Quddūs Al Nisār hadn’t noticed or Al Quddūs Al Nisār didn’t mind.
Then, getting back into her car, I was left in stunned silence as I watched her drive away.

I too got back in my car and as I started the engine I just sat there a few minutes recounting what had just happened.
I couldn’t quite believe it, the whole experience would mean nothing to most people, but to me it was just an incredible moment, one that had left me with a serious bulge in my trousers that was going to require attention sooner rather than later!
Al Quddūs Al Nisār had deliberately seduced me, I knew.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab had remarked to me that her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, watched us ravenously whenever Al Jalāl Al Tayyab and I made love to each other.
“We should be more careful in our love making, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab,” I had said gravely.
“Hey, what do you mean?” Al Jalāl Al Tayyab laughed, “I am not afraid of anyone. You can fuck me anywhere you damn please,”
“Sālī, perverted,” I smiled, “I never knew you are too an exhibitionist.”
“Well,” Al Jalāl Al Tayyab said humming, “I have the most wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body everyone is obsessed to watch in nude. Your Uncut Hindu Lund is similarly unique they want to watch penetrating every beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt. When they watch us making love to each other, they enjoy double exhibition. Let them get what they are obsessed with to watch. It isn’t harming us, does it?”*

Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb watched me scrutinizing.
“I’ve got a right to know, Mr. Durgesh. Al Hilāl Al Tayyab might be your girlfriend of twenty eight years old, but she is my would-be wife. I refuse to let her being blackmailed. I want to know further what your extraordinary unique prudence propose to do about it.”
I digested the information.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab never told me that she was being blackmailed.
It was a new information to me.
I acted as if it wasn’t any news to me.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab had already told me it.
“I see. So, you too know about it? She shared the information with you too.”
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb watched me gravely.
“She is being married to me. What do you think, she’d tell it to her boyfriend of sixty four years, but not to her would be husband even? You can provide her sex and money only. I can provide her respect and honor in the society, if not even as much sex and as much money as you can.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
She was lying on her back now.
“You are invited in the yacht?”
“I wasn’t.” Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb said somewhat curtly, “Your Hindu lover, Durgesh, invites our extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies only to fuck them, not their would be husbands.”
“Then how the hell you managed to get on the yacht?”
“Despite the security, you mean?” Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb smiled ironically.
“Sure.”
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb wasn’t born yesterday, sister.” He said proudly, “I have my own means to approaches.”
“Who else does know Al Hilāl Al Tayyab is being blackmailed?” I asked curtly.
“I don’t know.”
“I see. I asked you to come in because I could not rule out the possibility that you might need my guidance in some legal, political, social, psychological or some another matter. If you don’t, I’m sorry to take your leave, Mr. Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb. I’m too busy to give you any more time. Will you please excuse me now?”
“I want to retain you to protect my would be wife, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, that’s your girlfriend too for past ten long years, from whoever the person blackmailing her.” Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb exploded his bombshell.*

Over the next few days I couldn’t get what had happened between Al Quddūs Al Nisār and me, out of my mind.
The more I thought about it the more I came to realize I could fairly easily get Al Quddūs Al Nisār.
She was deliberately seducing me.
As the days went by I just kept on coming up with more and more imaginative ways that I could satisfy my growing need for her female contact.

Soon I came to the decision that I would prepare myself in case an opportunity arose again.

I could see that even the loveliest Musalmān houseladies were nervous of me and it was something that I knew I had the courage to exploit even, if I wanted to.
Then an opportunity arose I saw Al Quddūs Al Nisār come out of a shop and hop into her little sports car.
Al Quddūs Al Nisār caught my eye instantly in her tight black business skirt white blouse and black jacket. She must have been as if in her early twenties and with her long dark wavy brown hair and incredibly sexy figure it would have been hard not to notice her.
It was a look I loved, the sexy submissive look, her skirt came to just above the knee giving a good display of her legs sheathed in sheer black nylon and although her jacket was buttoned up I could tell Al Quddūs Al Nisār was hiding an impressive bust.

In rather a cheeky move Al Quddūs Al Nisār pulled out in her car and joined the queue as close to the front as Al Quddūs Al Nisār could. Obviously a cute smile at some sad guy was going to get her in without any bother.

As they all moved off I kept her in my sights. I knew I had some spare time as I was dropping the car off.*

I didn’t tell him I was already retained by Al Hilāl Al Tayyab herself.
Why the hell should have I?
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, not my twenty eight years old girlfriend for past ten long years now, but Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb’s would be wife instead, had retained me only to help her in getting married with Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb without losing her inheritance.
I had to protect her inheritance rights only from her ever shrewdest youngest Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb was offering me an absolutely new case.
I had to protect her from someone who was blackmailing her.
It was an entirely different case.
Wasn’t it?
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab wasn’t anymore my as loyal a girlfriend as she was until now.
She was more loyal to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement now instead.
Then why the hell should I offer her my services on charity?
If her would be husband was himself ready to pay me for them, why should I pay the detectives and other incidental expenses from my own pocket?
If Al Hilāl Al Tayyab preferred Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement and Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb more on me, why could not I too treat her on the same ground?

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī closed the door gently, after Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb left us, quite satisfied that I didn’t refuse to take the case he had come to offer me.
I was fucking Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī now on her nude back gravely.
She was herself enjoying my Uncut Hindu Lund into her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her husband could never give her this much pleasure.
Neither could he guide her in her legal problems.
Durgesh was necessary now for Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī more than her own husband even.
After a few moments, I took out the computer printed paper containing the copy of the clause in the will of Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, setting forth the terms of the trust to Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.
I was still fucking Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī on her back, and still studying the computer printed document when Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb opened the door once more.
“Miss Al Hilāl Al Tayyab,” she said.
I looked at Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb speculatively for a moment, then beckoned to her.
Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb interpreted the gesture, and stepped fully into the stateroom, pulling the door close behind her.
I filled Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with my abundant Hindu semen.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled and kissed her gratitude to me.
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her twat.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī descended from the bed and Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb took her place undressing herself.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī vanished into the bathroom.
“Did Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb go out of the office as soon as he left here, Jamīlah?” I asked her.
Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb kissed my Uncut Hindu Lund, licked and said,
“Yes, in his costly Mercedes. He was quite confident now while he was almost in a panic when he came here.”
Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb swallowed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her lovely mouth and started sucking it passionately.
“And Al Hilāl Al Tayyab just came in?”
“Yes,”
“Any chances they met in the elevator?”
Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb positioned my Uncut Hindu Lund between her pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān labial lips, and pursed her lips thoughtfully.
“They might have, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties,” she said, “but I don’t think they did.”
I smiled triumphantly.
Why?
Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb never understood.
It wasn’t because Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb was imprudent.
No imprudent girl could get Durgesh’s respect and love both as Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb was getting.
But I was too deep to understand optimum for Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī understood Durgesh more.
Nevertheless, she too found Durgesh too deep to be understood completely.
Durgesh’s De facto Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was now the closest one to Durgesh.
Yet, even she could not understand Durgesh was using her deliberately with her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, as Imām Muħammad Ħasan disclosed to her in the seminar.
“Tell me, Jamīlah,” I entered Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb, “how does Al Hilāl Al Tayyab seem? Excited?”
Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb put her beautiful nude legs on my shoulders.
“No.” she replied, “cold as a cucumber, and she is trying to look her best when she comes in. She took out her compact and is making her face all pretty. She has got her hair arranged just so.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī came out of bathroom.
“Alright, bring Al Hilāl Al Tayyab in, Al Hudā,” I said.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī opened the door.
“Come in, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab,” she said.

Al Hilāl Al Tayyab walked into the room.
Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb was in the room with me.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī knew she had to replace her as a receptionist until Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb isn’t free to resume her duties.
She slipped out of the door, and noiselessly closed it behind her.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab kissed me on my lips.
I returned her kiss cordially.
“Sit down,” I said lovingly.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab walked to a leather chair, sat down, crossed her knees and regarded me from limpid black eyes in wordless interrogation.
“An Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb called on me a few moments ago,” I said fucking Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb vigorously, “and insisted on my telling him whether or not you had been here.”
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb is an impulsive nuisance,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said gravely. “I’m sorry that he disturbed you.”
“Never mind.” I smiled, “He had come to me to retain me himself professionally on some another matter.”
“Allah, not concerning me?”
I regarded her thoughtfully.
“That is a privileged communication and you know me for past ten years better that as soon as I tell you that, it would end to remain a privileged communication legally.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’d forgotten it.”
“Did you tell him you were going here to consult me professionally?”
“I mentioned something like that to him. Did you tell him I’ve retained you professionally?”
“Certainly not. I advised him to get in touch with you if he wanted to ask any questions about your affairs.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled faintly.
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, my would be husband, is submissive to me only. To others he is a very hard boiled man. I bet you he hadn’t appreciated your talking to him like that.”
“He didn’t.” I watched her gravely.
“I’ll see him,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “and tell him.”
I kept watching her scrutinizing.
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb said that you were being blackmailed.”
For just a fraction of a second there was a look of startled terror in the eyes of the twenty eight years old young woman.
Then she regarded me with a placid and impassive face.
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb is an impulsive nuisance,” she said once more.
I deliberately waited for Al Hilāl Al Tayyab to tell me more if she wished to take advantage of the opportunity, but Al Hilāl Al Tayyab didn’t do that deliberately.
Instead, she sat calmly placid, waiting for me to provide the information she had retained me professionally to get.
She wasn’t my girlfriend of past ten long years anymore now.
She was acting deliberately as if she was only a client to me.
I wasn’t a man she had enjoyed the ultimate intimacy with for past ten long years.
I was only her attorney now.
I had to accept the relationship between us now she was so deliberately, so determinedly, implying, if I didn’t want to be humiliated.
I accepted the implication.
I hadn’t another option.
I never let anyone to humiliate me.
Why the hell should have I ever?
I turned to the papers I had,
“I have copies of the trust provisions of the will, and the decree of distribution. I also find that there have been annual accounts submitted to the trustees. I’m sorry that I can’t give you much hope, Al Hilāl, as far as the decree of distribution is concerned. The administration of the trust seems to be largely discretionary.
“Even if I should be able to get the provision in regard to marriage set aside, as being in violation of public policy, you would still be confronted with the fact that the distribution of the trust estate remains largely in the discretion of the trustee, your Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. She may consider your attack upon the will in the light of an interference with the wishes of your Abbū, her brother, and with her authority as trustee.”
“I see.”
“Even if we should win our point in court, your aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, would have it in her discretion to nullify your victory.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab took the blow without flinching.
“That’s what I was afraid of,” she sighed overpowered.
I watched her gravely keeping pounding into Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb vehemently,
“There is another peculiar provision in the trust,” I said, “to the effect that the discretion vested in the trustee is a personal discretion, due to the confidence that your Abbū had in his judgment. The will and the decree of distribution provide that in the event the trust should terminate because of the death, inability or refusal on the part of the trustee to continue to act, that then and in such event, the entire trust fund is to be vested in you unconditionally.”
“Yes.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled sadly, “I know that.”
“There is therefore,” I said, “some possibility that your Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, might be placed in a position where she could no longer act to advantage. In other words, you might make some legal attack upon her capacity to act as trustee―perhaps show a commingling of trust funds with her own accounts, or something of that sort. It’s rather sketchy, and I am mentioning it to you simply because it seems to be the only possible plan of campaign open to you.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled at me,
“You know my aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, even better than me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you yourself know very well, even more than me that my aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, is meticulously careful, and is so obstinate that no power on earth can swerve her from anything she wants to do or decides that she doesn’t want to do. You have not only enjoyed her sexually, you have trained her too to protect against anything potential to harm her. Now she is entirely self-sufficient.” Her voice was filled with a certain bitterness that colored her tone, though her eyes remained calm.
Watching Al Hilāl Al Tayyab closely, I kept fucking Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb more and more vigorously,
“Do you yourself have any suggestions?”
“Sure,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “I think something might be done through my Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.”
“Your Kħālā? Al Saåīdah Al Wājid?”
“Yes, she is surprisingly my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab’s partner too. They are engaged in business together, buying, selling and mortgaging real estate, and buying and selling stocks and bonds. Surprisingly now my Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, has more influence today, after you, with my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, than any other living person.”
“And how does your Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, feel toward you that you are marrying a gay.”
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb is not actually a gay. Muħammad is gay, but Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb is only a bisexual.”
“I see, my question was how does your Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, feel toward you that you are marrying a bisexual?” I asked patiently, curtly somewhat.
“Well, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid Kħālā has changed in this matter drastically. Now, she isn’t as orthodox as she was once. She thinks I have perfect right to marry anyone I damn please,”
“Even a bisexual?”
“Even a bisexual. Durgesh, a bisexual isn’t a gay actually.”

Chapter 5
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


The Yacht: 1

Midterm 2012 Volume 4

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 3

Ved Nagar Volume 2

The Yacht

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Al Jalāl Al Tayyab
Durgesh Al Hilāl Al Tayyab
Durgesh Al Kħadījah Al Aslam

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could not believe her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, had conspired with Durgesh, against her.
She still couldn’t believe it.
Was Utopian Idealism itself too too powerful that it can turn her own real Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, against her?
She couldn’t believe it.
How the hell can both Durgesh and her Abbū, two utmost brilliant persons she had known ever, can be obsessed to their ever Utopian Idealism to even this extent?
Why are both of them too adamant to understand that Pseudo Musalmīn are not evolved to intrinsic humanity even?
It’s not against humanity to humiliate and cuckold them openly.
Hinduism/Ved says:
Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt.”
Bear this woman to a man that does good deeds.’
Islam says:
Good women for good men, bad women for bad men.’
Is a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman bad?
If not, and certainly not, how a true Musalmān can bear that she would be married to a Pseudo Musalmān, a munāfiq?
Isn’t it a ridicule, a mockery of her Īmān that she would be married to a munāfiq, instead of a man that’s not a polytheist, al mushrik?
Wa lā tunkiħū al mushrikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
And do not marry polytheist men, until they bring Īmān.’
̶ Al Qur’an Al Karīm: 2|221*

Al Hilāl Al Tayyab walked past an extremely beautiful girl that wore Arabian dress.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was controlling herself yet her eyes showed just a trace of panic.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab admonished herself.
Durgesh was more intelligent than her Aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was.
Why worry then?
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā could not go beyond Durgesh.
After her husband, Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, charged her that Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā was having an affair with Durgesh, he almost separated himself from her.
The girl in Arabian dress closed the door.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab selected the ultramodern, high backed, black leather chair.
She sat down on it, crossed her legs, pulled her skirt down over her knees, and sat facing the door.
Durgesh hasn’t come yet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said Durgesh was fucking her Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab had seven real sisters of her father.
Being all of too beautiful to ignore, it wasn’t any surprise to Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, that Durgesh fucked all of her seven extremely beautiful Buās.
Every one of her seven Buās, had her own separate business.
Most of Musalmān Beauties that were Durgesh’s Live in relationship partners had their own separate business.
There wasn’t anything new.
Even then her youngest Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, was the most successful of them.
Damn it.
The only trouble was, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, didn’t like Al Hilāl Al Tayyab’s ever irresponsible lifestyle.
Yes, her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was a multimillionaire.
But her Buās were billionaires already.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab’s Kħālās were even more beautiful than her Buās.
But they were not as smart as her Buās were.
They didn’t actually hate Durgesh, but they never approved of Durgesh’s Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire even.
Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah is the natural step for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to be taken.” Her youngest Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, had commented, “I can’t believe Imām Muħammad Ħasan could not anticipate it.”

The door opened and I entered there.
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā can satisfy you more than even I can. Isn’t it?” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab cooed.
I smiled.
“Sorry, I kept you waiting. But why couldn’t you meet me there? Al Jalāl Al Tayyab knows of our mutual relationship. She never objected.”
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā has other things in me to object.”
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab loves you, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.”
“Start fucking me, and keep it on until we stop discussing what I have to discuss with you of my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. You have come here after fucking her. You can’t forget favoring her until you don’t feel your Uncut Hindu Lund deepest into some other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
I laughed.
“Nonsense.”*

Al Hilāl Al Tayyab undressed herself.
When she noticed that I wasn’t undressing myself even then, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab undressed me too despite my more than obvious disinclination.
She smiled when she observed my immense erection despite my deliberate noncooperation.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab went on her knees, pulled me behind her, positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and pushed her immensely gorgeous and glamorous twenty eight years old, young Musalmān bottom on my Uncut Hindu Prick.
My sixty four years old, immensely experienced Uncut Hindu Prick entered her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Musalmān Cunt.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled.
“Why didn’t you meet me there in your own mansion?” I asked her, fucking Al Hilāl Al Tayyab vehemently, picking the momentum gradually.
“That’s not my mansion, you know.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said gravely, “I only live with my youngest, yet shrewdest Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. It’s her mansion, not mine.”
I didn’t argue with Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.
It was useless.
Even at her twenty eight, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, was a rotten young woman.
I knew her now for ten long years.
I was fifty four when she raped me on her eighteenth birthday.
Her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was alive then.
He was dumbfounded when he himself saw his Just Eighteen Just Adult immeasurably irresponsible daughter, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, raping me.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was shameful somewhat.
“I never knew, Bhāījān, that she always watched us when Durgesh and I made love to each other.”
Al Tayyab Al Muħammad was immensely grave.
“It’s alright, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. Al Hilāl Al Tayyab is not a normal girl. She caught even her Ammī, your Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, raping Durgesh.”
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was startled.
“Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, raping Durgesh?”
“Yes,” Al Tayyab Al Muħammad said, “Your Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, had also seen you when Durgesh was making love to you. She was obsessed with that. You were crazy when Durgesh was making love to you, asking Durgesh to give it to you more and more wildly. You should be more careful when you make love with Durgesh.”
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab smiled cunningly.
She never told her Bhāījān, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, that she deliberately did it when her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, watched us.
Her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, had ridiculed Al Jalāl Al Tayyab that she has sex with a Hindu.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab wanted her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, raping Durgesh, so that she could ridicule her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, too.*

Despite having me inside her since ten years, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was still not habitual of my Uncut Hindu Cock perfectly.
It grew into her Musalmān Cunt with its every penetration more and more longer, more and more thicker, more and more stronger and more and more powerful.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab always felt something new in its penetrations.
She was not even habitual of my bigness.
It was not actually the bigness of my age or fat.
It was the bigness of my immense power and strength.
My eyes were steady and patient, turned naughty and impish frequently when I fucked her, her Buās and even her Ammī, Al Quddūs Al Nisār.
I was grave only when dealing with the males.
In the presence of fair sex, I was always naughty, impish and dominant ever.
That was why I always attracted female attention to the extent that the females fell for me usually, invariably dreaming of me as their own intimate well-wisher.
Despite I was fucking her now, her dark eyes remained fastened on my ever young ever handsome ever masculine face.
“I need your services as my attorney.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “I want to find out about a will.”
“Yes.” I smiled at her penetrating her more vigorously.
“I want to know about a trust provision actually.”
“In this yacht?”
“What’s wrong if we are in a yacht now?”
“Well, nothing if you can’t wait.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Okay,”
“It’s my father’s will. You know I’m his only daughter he remembered in his will. His other daughters were already married and given their share in his property.”
“I know.”
“There’s a lot of money coming to me under that will, something over a hundred million dollars.”
I smiled.
“Congratulations,”
“I need your support,”
“Yes,”
“Abbū didn’t leave the money to me outright,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “He left it in a trust.”
“I know.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab looked at me scrutinizing me.
“My youngest aunt, my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, is the trustee.”
“Oh, I didn’t know it. She never told me, neither you yourself did it ever before.”
“I never thought it necessary before. There’s a provision in the will that if I marry ever anyone except you, feeling my Live in relationship with you is not enough for me anymore, my aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, has the right, at her option, to give me ten thousand dollars from the trust fund, and to turn the balance, around ninety thousand dollars to Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?” I smiled ironically, “She managed it with numerous Musalmān multimillionaires, surprisingly successfully. I didn’t know she managed it with your Abbū too.”
“My Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, advised me to talk with you. You hate to cuckold anyone.”
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her Musalmān Cunt until only its head was inside her.
“Your Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, yeah?”
“I know. My Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, has always criticized you. But she loves me immensely. She praised you, however in this matter. You are not against Musalmīn as your Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, is.”
“Thank Your Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, for at least acknowledging one of my attributes. Your other Kħālās never did even that.”
“I am sorry. They are heavily prejudiced against you.”
“It’s alright,” I said pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund back into her Musalmān Cunt deepest, “I think your Abbū expired somewhat two years ago, didn’t he?”
“That’s right. My Ammī, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, started living in relationship with you since,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab winked at me, “how the hell can you forget?”
I laughed fucking Al Hilāl Al Tayyab more vigorously.
“Under the will,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “my aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, controls the trust moneys. She can invest them any way she wants, and she can give me whatever money she thinks I should have. When I am thirty and still Live in relationship with you, my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, has to give me the principal if she thinks that the possession of such a large sum of money won’t spoil my life. Otherwise, she’s to buy me an annuity of ten thousand dollars a month for life, and give the balance to Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement.”*

I looked at Al Hilāl Al Tayyab gravely.
“Rather an unusual trust provision,” I said, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan really does miracles when she wants,”
“You knew my Abbū. He himself was rather an unusual man, and was just a little bit wild.”
“All right. What’s the trouble?”
I never said her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was a practical man.
He understood his youngest daughter, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, perfectly.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab shared his understanding, even more than his wife, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, did.
“My cousin, Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb is facing a peculiar charge.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said.
“Oh,”
“His wife, Al Navīdah Al Ghaus, has separated from him charging him that he can’t father a child. Al Navīdah Al Ghaus wants children. Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb requested me to marry him and let our son bear his name.”
I smiled ironically.
“So that he can prove Al Navīdah Al Ghaus wrong?”
“Sure, why not?”
“You want to marry Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, even after your ten long years of ever happy Live in relationship with me?”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled.
“Well, it’s not exactly a Live in relationship with you. I never lived with you. You never lived with me. I always lived with my Abbū, instead. Moreover, even after my Abbū’s death, I am living with my youngest paternal aunt, my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. Isn’t it?”
“Sure, yet your youngest paternal aunt, your Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, is herself my Live in relationship partner now openly. Isn’t she?” I smiled myself too, patiently.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab increased the pace of her back and forth motions of her glorious nude pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young bottom.
I myself wanted to fuck her now more wildly.
Yet, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab never had any patience whatsoever.
She always surrendered to her almost every desire whatsoever.
It was a miracle she was a PhD.*

Al Kħadījah Al Aslam looked at me gravely.
“I haven’t another option, Durgesh.”
I looked at Muħammad, Al Kħadījah Al Aslam’s husband.
“You could never make love to your wife?”
“Never.” Muħammad said gravely, “I think basically I am a woman in an ostensibly male body.”
Al Kħadījah Al Aslam looked at Muħammad disapprovingly.
“That’s the problem with Muħammad. He never grew a moustache, he never grew a beard. His body is even an almost feminine body.”
“What do you mean?”
“He has female breasts.”
“What?”
“That’s right. Yet, he has a cut Musalmān nūnī.”
“I see.”
“The entire medical specialists say Muħammad, my husband, can never make love to a woman.”
“Oh,”
“But I noticed his cut Musalmān nūnī stirred always whenever I told him about our premarital sex.”*

Muħammad could not forget.
He should not have surrendered to his Ammī’s wishes ever.
Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had thirteen wives simultaneously, Muħammad.” His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah had said.
Muħammad smiled painfully.
“Only because you named me after the ever great name of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, you think I can do everything that Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam could? Ammī, you are an utmost successful psychiatrist yourself, yet…”
“I am an utmost successful psychiatrist myself, that’s why I am telling you, you are curable, my son.” His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah had said patiently.
“Isn’t it a fact, Ammī, that you were adamant to make me a qualified doctor so that I can understand my physical problem?”
“You are correct.”
“I am a qualified doctor now, Ammī. Yet, I don’t agree with you. I am basically a female in a masculine body, that’s not actually masculine even fully.”
His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah, controlled herself.
She could not understand how she could explain to him that until and unless he doesn’t stop believing that he is basically a female in a masculine body, he can’t become a male entirely.
Muħammad was her only son.
Despite her constant care to dress him and behave carefully with him as if he was entirely a man with no femininity at all in him, his Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah, could not stop him from wearing female dresses when she wasn’t with him.
She could not stop Muħammad, her only son, from deliberately developing a female psychology and a female psychosis consequently.
It helped Muħammad in developing his female breasts.
Despite her constant operations the female breasts, Muħammad had, kept developing every time.
The surgeons had ultimately told her Muħammad himself wanted female breasts, female buttocks and even female genital organ.
It was a miracle for the surgeons Muħammad developed a nūnī despite their entire adverse suspicions.
His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah, never knew, Muħammad asked in his duåās, his religious prayers, female genital organ, instead of the ever worthless cut Musalmān nūnī he had.
He wanted an operation to have it.
But no surgeon wanted to antagonize Muħammad’s Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah.
She was utmost resourceful and utmost powerful therefore.
She could destroy the surgeons forever if they operated on Muħammad to the effect.*

I looked at Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.
“If you really want to oblige your cousin, Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, I’d never stop you, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.”
Her face lit up.
She kissed me immense delightedly.
“That’s why we ultramodern Musalmān Beauties love you so much. You are never as possessive as the Musalmīn and even the other Hindus etcetera are.”
I smiled.
“I believe in personal freedom and Democracy. I believe if you don’t want to live with me anymore, you have perfect and absolute right to do so.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab kissed me again, now gratefully.
“I know, Durgesh darling. That’s why we ultramodern Musalmān Beauties love you more than anyone else. You are extraordinary lenient with your women.”
“Thank you.”
“The problem is Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā isn’t as lenient as you are.”
“I know. But she is bound to do what her brother, your Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, wanted from her to do as a trustee.”
“I understand that conditions in a will that prevent a person from marrying can be set aside.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab pushed her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bottom once more back, swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Penis into her ever bright ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, and squeezed it more contracting her vaginal muscles.
I knew she actually bribed me giving this particular pleasure.
Yet, it wasn’t worthwhile to argue with her.
There are some persons who never understand.
Most of them not even try to.
They are always adamant to let the chips fall on their own insistent manner.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was too one of them.
Why otherwise her Abbū needed to create a trust, instead of making her beneficiary directly?

Chapter 2
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam