Durgesh Al Furqān Al Wahāb
When Al Tawħīd Al Islam was ten years old her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, cheated on her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās, and ended up leaving him for her Hindu lover, Durgesh.
Her parents hated the sight of each other so they split the kids up.
Her brother Raħmān went with her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās, as he emigrated to New Zealand, and Al Tawħīd Al Islam moved to Durgesh’s farm with her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb,.
With her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās, in a different hemisphere, Al Tawħīd Al Islam grew very much attached to Durgesh.
I became her replacement Abbū.
I sat with Al Tawħīd Al Islam at night, trying to figure out her homework with Al Tawħīd Al Islam, helping her revise for exams, and listening to all her teenage worries.
I drove her around town to her friends, to her hobbies and to University dances.
I taught Al Tawħīd Al Islam to drive and I comforted her when her first boyfriend dumped Al Tawħīd Al Islam.
I couldn’t have been closer to him if I’d been her real Abbū.
Six months before her 18th birthday her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, started acting strangely.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam used to hear the sounds from her and my bedroom at night and she kind of knew what we were up to, even though Al Tawħīd Al Islam didn’t know all the details of it.
But those sounds had been getting rarer and rarer and all of a sudden she started working late.
She got promoted at work and started attending conventions and tradeshows.
These trips were invariably followed by arguments between her and me and after a while all she’d hear from us at night was shouting.
I accused her of never being there or being interested in me.
We always went to the steakhouse down by the river for her birthday.
As usual, I had booked a table for 7 p.m. By 7.30.
It was an awkward evening.
I tried to sound happy and cheerful for her benefit.
Her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, didn’t get home until 1 a.m. and the next morning she had some feeble excuse about there being a sales meeting and then everybody went out for a drink and she couldn’t just leave and go home.
We didn’t recognise her anymore and neither one of us was happy.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam was so afraid of what the future held.
She knew how dangerous I was really if I decide to be.
Al Furqān Al Wahāb would end to my slavery even, if I decided to punish her.
“No.” I smiled, “I won’t do any harm to you, Al Furqān Al Wahāb. You left Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās because it was gour own decision. If you want to return to him, it’d be again your own decision.”
“You can’t understand, honey.” Al Furqān Al Wahāb said smiling ironically, “Durgesh’s infinite money and sex prowess had blinded me absolutely. I couldn’t see there was a hereafter too.”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam was 3 months from finishing University and then Al Tawħīd Al Islam didn’t know what to do next.
I had been talking about opening a shop to sell my own produce, local crafts and the products from my workshop.
But with the way things were looking between me and her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, Al Tawħīd Al Islam didn’t think we’d still be Live in Relationship Partner by then.
But that was all about to change.
One night, her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, was away on another one of her conferences, we had a terrible storm.
She ran to the bathroom and had a quick shower.
She forgot to pick up any clothes on her way.
When Al Tawħīd Al Islam was done she covered herself in a towel to run back to her bedroom to get dressed.
She opened the bathroom door and ran straight into me.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam dropped the towel and we just stood there.
It must have been half a minute as my eyes travelled down from her flushed face, past her firm C-cup tits, past her flat tummy and to her trimmed triangle of blonde hair at the top of her thighs.
She nearly failed a quiz in English class as her mind was on how I felt as I slowly took in the sight of her naked young adult female Musalmān body.
Her nipples were constantly erect in her bra as Al Tawħīd Al Islam went from one class to another.
She could see the light on in my workshop when she came home.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam went into the house.
She lay on her bed and started caressing her tits through her shirt with her eyes closed, pretending it was my hands.
Her hands then went down to her skirt.
She pulled it up and let her hand into her silk briefs.
I was 53 years old then.
Yet I was still the skinny tall guy who started to Live in Relationship with her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, when Al Tawħīd Al Islam was a girl.
My body never showed the signs of any hard manual labour.
My shoulders were broad and my arms and legs were full of muscles.
I had the permanent tan of someone who worked a lot outside and my head and chest were both still covered with black curls.
But most of all she looked at my hands.
She tried to shake the thoughts out of her head because She knew that what Al Tawħīd Al Islam was thinking was so wrong.
I was the only Abbū figure she knew, having not seen her real Abbū for over 8 years.
And Al Tawħīd Al Islam was convinced that I was not remotely interested in her.
Why would I be?
Al Tawħīd Al Islam was absolutely miserable.
She stopped seeing her friends and she lived for when she could lie in bed and masturbate with me in her mind.
Then one Friday night she came home early from bowling with her friends.
I was watching TV as Al Tawħīd Al Islam walked into the house.
She sat down next to me.
“You’re home early,” I remarked.
She just hadn’t enjoyed being gawped at by teenage boys when the only man Al Tawħīd Al Islam wanted was me.
“What about you, why aren’t you down at the bar?”
“Your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, requested me this morning that we’d have a nice dinner and a chance to talk about stuff,” I smiled. “Then she came home at 8 to pack her overnight back because she’s had to cover for someone at some tradeshow at the last minute. I didn’t feel like going out then.”
“I loved her,” I confessed and I nearly choked on my own breath. “She was young and Iwas older. She was married and really experienced when it came to pleasing a man in bed that she got me under her spell. But we didn’t have anything in common. I started thinking about getting out of our affair and find some girl to settle down with when your Abbū caught us. Looking back at it, I think she planned the whole thing. She must have sensed that I was getting restless and she was obviously not done with me.”
“I told your Abbū that I would stop seeing her, to give them a chance to patch things up, but then she announced that she was pregnant. I had to be the father since your father and she hadn’t had sex for months. They agreed to a quick divorce and then she and I started our Live in Relationship the day after the divorce came through. A week later she had a miscarriage. She said it was the stress of the divorce and we’d try again for another baby. And then there were you. You stole my heart the day we met and I loved being your Abbū. How could I divorce your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, when I knew it meant losing you? I decided that I’d do everything I could for the one I’d been given.”
“So you stayed with her for all these years just because of me?” her love for me swelled in her heart at the same time as Al Tawħīd Al Islam despaired at the realisation that I only loved her as a father loves his daughter.
“Well, your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, and I always had great sex. that was never a problem. And I did feel that she was the best I was ever going to have. But yes, a big reason for not divorcing her was my possibility of losing you.”
“Now it’s over between us. I think she’s been sleeping with your Abbū again, but I honestly don’t care. I might have cared half a year ago, but then I was looking for some old papers and I found some of your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb’s medical records. They made for interesting reading. It turns out she never had a miscarriage, because she was never pregnant when she tricked me into Live in Relationship with her. Your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, failed to tell me that she couldn’t have children.”
“But she had me and Raħmān!”
“Yes, but after you were born she secretly went to a clinic to get sterilised. She was 19 years old and she had two babies with a much older man and she hated being an Ammī. She maintained her Live in Relationship with me to get out of your grandparents’ house and then I started getting her pregnant. I wanted a big family, but she hated the family thing. So she got sterilised in secret so that she’d never get pregnant again.”
“Because I didn’t want to unsettle you in your last year of University. I’m pretty sure that she intends to move to her company HQ as soon as I have separation from her, but I guess we’re both waiting for you to finish University. She doesn’t want you to have any ties to this place, and I don’t want you to have to be uprooted. Much as I hate your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, I still love you, baby.”
“No. I really love you,” She insisted, realising that no matter how I felt, this was the time she had to show me her true feelings.
I looked at her.
“Al Tawħīd Al Islam,” I said quietly. “Don’t…”
“Don’t what, Durgesh?” She challenged me. “Don’t admit how I really feel? Don’t be true to myself?”
“Oh sweetheart…” I sighed and buried my face in my hands. “If only you knew…”
“If only I knew what, Durgesh?”
“This is all wrong, Al Tawħīd Al Islam! Go to bed before I do something we’ll both regret!”
She was on her feet now, pulling her hair with a painful expression on her face as I looked at her.
Her attraction to me wasn’t a one-sided affair.
“Why would we regret it, Durgesh?” She challenged me. “Neither one of us loves my Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, nor does she sure as hell love us!”
“Believe me, your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, is the last person I’m thinking about.”
“Then what? Why should we deny ourselves a chance to be happy? I love you, Durgesh as a young adult woman, and I want to be with you for ever. I’m a one man woman. The only man I want in my life is you, none else.”
“I love you too, sweetheart, and that’s why I can’t do it. It would be wrong. I would be using you. You’re young, you’re beautiful, and you should find happiness with a guy your own age, not with some old man like me.”
“You’re not old, Durgesh. And I don’t want to be with anyone my age. They’re all childish. I want to be with you. You’re all I think about. Every night, when I lie alone in my bed, I think of your hands and lips making love to me.”
“Really? Do you really mean it?” I sat down next to her and took her hands in mine. “It’s not because of what I just told you?”
“No. I love you Durgesh and I want you. Please make love to me. Why don’t you realize we both are made for each other? The hell with our age difference. I don’t want a foolish male child to make love to me. He isn’t experienced while you are utmost experienced and understand very well how to deal with these things and my younger needs even. You can protect me well from even myself as well as from rest of the creations.”
The sincerity in her voice and body language told me how much she loved me as a woman.
It was a cruelty not to accept that much deep and sincere love.
Yes, hell with the age difference, I also decided.
I answered her request by pressing my lips against hers.
Soon my tongue parted her lips and invaded her extremely beautiful young adult mouth.
My hands cupped her tits and my thumbs teased her nipples as we kept kissing madly.
Then I pulled away from her and we were both panting as I stood up and picked her up.
I carried her upstairs to the master bedroom and put her down on her feet.
I kissed her again as my hands moved to her waist and I unzipped her jeans.
My hands caressed her thighs as I stood up again.
I slowly unbuttoned her shirt and threw it on the floor.
Then I pulled her T-shirt over her head and she stood before me in her pink silk underwear.
I kissed her again and ran my strong, calloused hands across her midriff.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whimpered in her ear. “I’ve been fantasising about your body ever since that morning when you dropped your towel. Al Tawħīd Al Islam, I was already crazy with lust for you before then and all I wanted was to carry you off to bed when I got that first wonderful sight of your beautiful naked excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.”
“I wish you had taken me to bed that morning,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam replied with a deep sigh as she felt my mouth against her nipple through her bra. “Because then I’d already know what it’s like to be yours. You don’t know I did drop my towel deliberately to seduce you.”
“Are you still a virgin, baby?” I asked her as I reached around her back to unclasp her bra.
I pulled her bra off and her firm tits hung free like to oranges from her chest.
I cupped them and kissed each pink peak before my hands went back to her hips to uncover the last piece of her puzzle.
I could feel the tingles in her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot growing stronger and stronger and she knew that all I had to do was touch her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit for me to orgasm right there.
I slowly pulled her underwear off, taking time to look at her trimmed bush and even placing a light kiss on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slit.
“Undress me, baby,” I told her as I stepped out of my shoes.
She opened my shirt and kissed my dark curls as I pulled the garment off my arms.
Then Al Tawħīd Al Islam unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans down, shocked and excited by the size of the bulge in my boxers.
I looked up at her and I nodded, giving her the confidence to pull my boxers off.
My purple mushroomlike cockhead bounced up and pointed straight in her face.
It was glistening in the low light.
“Take me in your mouth,” I smiled. “Taste me.”
I rested my Uncut Hindu Lund on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue.
It felt very good.
In fact, it was rather nice.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam grabbed my shaft with her hand and Al Tawħīd Al Islam was amazed by how soft the skin was, almost like silk.
I was huge in her hand.
Her fingers couldn’t reach all the way around.
She’d known that guys were huge and that it took a while for virgins to adapt to their size, but it wasn’t until now, with my fully erect Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand, that she actually realised how big a man’s Uncut Hindu Lund got.
I stroked her hair as I let the tip of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue taste my Hindu precum.
It felt so erotic.
I could feel how wet her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was getting.
Her juices were running down the inside of her thighs.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam wrapped her lips around the engorged Hindu head and started sucking.
She knew Al Tawħīd Al Islam must be doing something right as I gasped for breath.
I let her slide as far inside her mouth as she could get me at the same time as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue explored my veins.
I grabbed hold of her head and started moving my hips out a bit before pushing myself into her mouth again, hitting the back of her throat.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam had one hand wrapped around my hard Hindu shaft, using her saliva to lubricate my whole Uncut Hindu Lund and she squeezed me hard as Al Tawħīd Al Islam worked her hand in unison with her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her other hand had grabbed hold of my balls and Al Tawħīd Al Islam was slowly discovering them.
Then I pulled out of her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and I pulled her up to me.
I kissed her deeply and my bonehard Uncut Hindu Lund rested against her stomach.
I picked her up and placed in the middle of the bed.
“Mmmmm…” I smiled from between her legs. “You are so sweet.”
I dove into her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, parting her lips with my Uncut Hindu Lund and dipping it into her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, being rewarded with a gush of her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot juices on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I then rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit.
It was a good thing we didn’t have any close neighbours because Al Tawħīd Al Islam was screaming out loud with pleasure as I rubbed her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund head.
I managed to get her to cum twice in very little time and Al Tawħīd Al Islam was pulling and pinching her nipples as the pleasure of what I was doing overcame her.
I finally climbed up and kissed her, giving me a taste of her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Still want me to fuck you?” I teased.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam was on fire for me.
I grabbed her legs and placed them over my shoulders.
My Uncut Hindu Lund rested against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slit and I teased her by rubbing it against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit a couple of times.
Then I started entering her.
I started pumping her hard, slamming inside her tight young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, grinding my pubic bone against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit.
It didn’t take long for the pain to go away and once more Al Tawħīd Al Islam was begging me to fuck her.
My utmost experienced Hindu thrusts got faster and harder.
Every time I slammed inside Al Tawħīd Al Islam there was an echo of a squishy noise as more and more of her juices escaped her tight little hole.
My young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot juice covered Uncut Hindu Lund was impaling her over and over again, possessing her.
I started touching her tits and I nodded appreciatively.
Then it happened.
It came on so fast that she couldn’t stop herself.
She shook in my arms and her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot gripped my Uncut Hindu Lund hard.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam did as Al Tawħīd Al Islam was told and then I shoved my Uncut Hindu Lund back inside her tight young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot again, deeper this time.
“Do you like this, baby?” I asked. “Do you like being fucked by me? Do you like being my little Musalmān slut?”
“Oh yesssssssssssss,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam moaned. “Please don’t stop.”
I started kissing her neck and I could feel how deep our union was.
“Baby,” I whimpered. “I’m gonna cum now. Get yourself ready to take the biggest Hindu load I’ve ever shot recently.”
I reached down and started playing with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit.
It wasn’t just I who was on fire.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam was really close to cumming herself and it didn’t take much to bring her over the edge.
Once more her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot contracted hard around my Hindu shaft.
I used all the power in my hips to get myself really deep inside Al Tawħīd Al Islam one last time and then I grunted as I started shooting my load right up into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.
When it was finally over, I collapsed on her being still buried deepest.
We fell asleep like that, with My Uncut Hindu Lund still in her throbbing young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
The next morning Al Tawħīd Al Islam woke up to the feeling of someone playing with her tits.
It took her a split second to remember what had happened the previous night.
“Good morning, baby,” I said as I continued playing with her tits.
“Good morning, Durgesh.”
We both knew without saying that we were happy about what we’d done the previous night.
Soon I got out of bed and pulled her with me.
We went to the bathroom and I turned on the water.
I slid effortlessly inside her wet young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
That day was pure bliss.
We couldn’t get enough of each other.
We fucked in every room of the house.
We were so sore we could hardly walk, but we couldn’t stop fucking each other.
On Sunday morning we made love slowly and Al Tawħīd Al Islam discovered a different side to sex.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam was immensely satisfied and when I announced that I had to have a couple of hours break so that I could finish some work in my private office Al Tawħīd Al Islam didn’t mind.
It was getting dark when she came home and the house was pitching black.
So Al Tawħīd Al Islam walked over there.
“Of course Al Tawħīd Al Islam, I did, but I have a lot of stuff to do here,” I said.
“But Al Tawħīd Al Islam wants to play with Durgesh,” she pouted.
“I’m sorry baby, but I have to finish this tonight. Besides, your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, will be home soon.”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam wouldn’t take no for an answer and She kneeled under my work bench, unzipped my jeans and pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out.
My reaction wasn’t slow.
“Well, well, well,” came a female voice from the door.
It was her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb.
“I thought you were too hung up on me still to have an affair. Looks like I was wrong. Where did you find her, dear? Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club ? Ashvinātam Gangbang Club? Where?”
Her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, laughed at her own wit.
“Come on, Al Furqān Al Wahāb,” I smiled, “Your daughter is serving me more efficiently than even you have ever.”
“You can finish screwing your little whore. Don’t you worry; I’m not going to cause a scene. I just want to tell the little slut what a communal Hindu you are. But then, for trailer trash you might be a step up!”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam was so angry at her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, for treating me this way.
She started sucking me again, desperately wanting me to cum in front of her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, so that she could see how happy she should have made me all these years.
My hands rested on her head.
“Don’t you deny me her one chance to happiness after all these years with you? We both know that you’ve been fucking around for years.”
“So who is she, your little whore?” Her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, came around the workbench and gasped as she saw her face with My Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She kept sucking me.
“You! You little bitch!”
I stopped her from getting to her.
“Enjoy Al Furqān Al Wahāb! Al Tawħīd Al Islam and I will meet you in the house in a couple of minutes after we’ve enjoyed each other perfectly.”
Her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, stormed out and I finally released My Uncut Hindu Lund from her extremely beautiful excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam didn’t need me to beg any further.
Contrary to that morning’s slow love making this was raw animal lust.
We finally came together, crying out with passion as I emptied my balls inside Al Tawħīd Al Islam again.
I pulled out and tucked my Uncut Hindu Lund back into my jeans.
She pulled her jeans up.
Hand in hand, we walked to the house.
Her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, hadn’t wasted any time.
Her suitcases were packed and now she was stuffing her things into some bags.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked her.
“What do you think? I’m moving out.”
“Yes they are my little whoring daughter. In case you didn’t notice, I’m separating from your step father and you’re coming with me, Al Tawħīd Al Islam.”
“She’s not doing any such thing,” I protested.
“She’s my daughter and she’ll do as I say. You might be a fun fuck at the farm, but I’m taking her to the city where she can get herself an ardent Musalmān man.”
“Shut up Al Tawħīd Al Islam,” her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, commanded. “I’m your Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, and you’re coming with me, Al Tawħīd Al Islam.”
“I’m legally an adult, and I don’t want to leave. I love it here. I love Durgesh.”
Her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, rolled her eyes at me.
But I took her hand.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I’d like to stay on here if you’ll have me. Maybe if you’re still planning to open that shop, I could run it for you.”
“I’d love for you to stay,” I smiled at Al Tawħīd Al Islam. “But not to run the bloody shop, although you can if you want to. Al Tawħīd Al Islam, I want you to stay as my new Live in Relationship Partner . You’re not on the pill, are you?”
“Well, then maybe you can stay with me, Al Tawħīd Al Islam and have my babies.”
“This is sick,” her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, spat at us. “You two deserve each other.”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam was exhausted by morning.
So she called her in sick at University and then we stayed in bed until I had to go and meet my customer.
Three months later Al Tawħīd Al Islam finally graduated from University, which was a good thing, because her pregnant belly was starting to show a little and it would have been awkward to face too many questions.
A week later I and Al Tawħīd Al Islam announced our Live in Relationship legally and her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās, and brother flew in from New Zealand to share that joyous day with us, and the best wedding gift was to receive her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās’s blessing as Al Tawħīd Al Islam gave me away.
Her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās told me that he really liked me and that he’d never blamed me for the break-up of his marriage.
I’ve never heard from her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, again.
The separation was done through the lawyers.
She didn’t want anything from me and Al Tawħīd Al Islam didn’t want anything from her.
She didn’t want anything from the house.
She has given me four sons till now.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam divided her days between managing our shop, which has become very successful, bringing in customers from near and far, and taking care of our house and raising our children.
When we put our kids to bed we’re like that first weekend again.
We can’t get enough of each other.
In fact, my hands are still inside her bra, tweaking her nipples, and I’m in the mood for a grand ride once more.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled at Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque,
“You are right, Doctor. It’s one thing to bear a good name and it’s quite another thing to live it up.”
Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque looked at him cunningly,
“Are you trying to humiliate me? You?”
“Never.” Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled at Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque again, but sadly, this time, “I’m an old man—”
“You were not old when you married my daughter!” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque told him ironically.
“Well, being named Muħammad proudly, I thought I have a right to marry every beautiful Kħadījah, every beautiful Åāýéshah, every beautiful Ħafsah—”
“You tried to act Ħuzūrs. Alas, you failed miserably.”
“She was not horniest when she was in my house.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque said curtly, “It was you, Muħammad, who made her horniest. I’m imagining my 30 years old innocent daughter, sitting on the bike, behind that horniest Hindu Durgesh, and holding his Uncut Hindu Penis thinking it was a holder for her.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled,
“We all do the same mistakes. I worked madly to establish my worldwide Economic Empire. Today, I own this tall glass building we are sitting wherein. How many other more similar glass buildings I own, I can’t remember off hand. I own 98% of the Fātimah Group of Companies housed in it, leaving 1% to Kħadījah and the another 1% to your unfaithful daughter Āyeshah Siddīqah.”
“She thinks she isn’t unfaithful to you.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque said curtly, “You never acted as her faithful husband.”
Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque watched his son in law contemptuously,
“I refuse to discuss my innocent måsūm daughter with you.”
“She is still my wife legally.”
“You hate me?”
“Because they all are horny sluts.”
“Sluts?” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque retorted contemptuously, “There was no one in their life before you. There is none in their life except Durgesh, after you lost your interest in their, even now, extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān bodies. And you call them sluts? Great. Your father, Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq, must certainly be ashamed of you, Muħammad.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled,
“He is proud of me, Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque. The land around this glass building is more than a mile in three directions. Three thousand Musalmeen work here and the other thirty thousand Musalmeen who do not here, but elsewhere.”
“They are not proud of it.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque laughed ironically, “If they hadn’t been working for you, their Musalmān wives were not sleeping with Durgesh or with other Hindus of HVS Groups of Companies and Business Enterprises.”
I drew Åāyeshah Siddīqah to one side.
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah, a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān houselady is intriguing to say the least ─ unless she is the type who’d have been in a brawl. Is she?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah pushed her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks back in my nude male Hindu lap.
My Uncut Hindu Prick vanished entirely into her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Definitely not, Mérī Jān!” Åāyeshah Siddīqah clinched her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis, “She’s frightened to death. That’s what our Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service is for. I can’t quite make her out. Her voice is unusual─ almost as though it had been trained.”
“And you have put her in the law library?”
“Yes, she is waiting there. Durgesh, I think she is a typical Musalmān housewife beaten by her typical ever tyrant Musalmān husband.”
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah,” I said calmly fucking her, “Isn’t it true most of them claim it, but we found their Musalmān husbands right instead, after our thorough investigations?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah kissed me on my lips.
“You know that’s not true. Most of them claim it and only some of them were found taking advantage of our generosity.”
“She has black shoes, no stockings, a fur coat. I caught a glimpse of something under the fur coat that I think maybe a black housecoat, or a robe of some sort. Moreover, I wouldn’t be too surprised if that was all she had on.”
“I see, a black eye nevertheless?”
“A black eye nevertheless.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said scornfully, furiously, “Her ever tyrant Musalmān husband…”
“You hate Musalmān husbands, Åāyeshah Siddīqah. Don’t jump on conclusions, please.”
“She is an exquisite Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty, yet…”
“Black eye, right or left?” I interrupted Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
Her hatred for Musalmān husbands was enormous.
She thought entire Musalmān husbands were tyrants and every Hindu husband was a Prince Charming for Musalmān Beauties.
It was not true.
Yet, Åāyeshah Siddīqah never accepted it.
There was no use of arguments with her.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah was Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ultimate target too, to be established.
“Black eye? Right.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said, “She has very light blonde hair, rather large eyies that are bluish green, and long lashes. She is very beautiful with proper make up and without the shiner. I think she is anywhere between twenty eight and thirty.”
“A Jet Musalmān Beauty ?”
“A Jet Musalmān Beauty .”
“What’s her name?”
“Al Tawħīd Al Islam.”
“She’s terribly excited and nervous. Everyone of them is terribly excited and nervous before they meet you. And once you fuck them they are so excellently marvelous that no one can ever believe they were so terribly excited and nervous before you fucked them.”
“They need love actually, Åāyeshah Siddīqah. I don’t actually fuck them. I actually inject them with my love injection.”
“How kind of you. How nice of you.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled squeezing my entire Uncut Hindu Prick in its entire length and thickness using her ever impish Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal muscles.
“I’d say Al Tawħīd Al Islam is pretty much unstrung.”
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt now gravely.
“Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are cruel to their Musalmān wives, Durgesh. They think they must be obeyed without any protest whatsoever.”
I watched Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
“I’m not bluffing you.” She said, “Even my husband tried to hit me once. It was another matter that I was prepared for it. I dodged him and then taken him on my feet nonstop for almost half an hour.”
“Filthy bastard.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said scornfully, “I left him only when he put his head on my feet, kissed them and even licked them. I made its video. Now, he has agreed to be my pedestal whenever I want him to use as my footstool otherwise I’d send the video to his friends and colleagues.”
I kept smiling at Åāyeshah Siddīqah appreciatively.
“What about Al Tawħīd Al Islam?”
“She needs your services.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah grimaced, “Even I wasn’t as bold as I am now until you didn’t fuck me.”
“Nonsense, you mean my Uncut Hindu Prick injects boldness into your Musalmān Cunts?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at me.
“That’s what we Musalmān Beauties of your Sex Empire believe in.”
“Stop flattering, will you please? Was she really crying, tell me, darling?”
“I don’t think she has. She seems nervous and frightened. Yet, she isn’t doing any weeping. She is one of those rare Musalmān girls who would use their head in an emergency instead of resorting to tears and admit they are helpless before their ever cruel ever tyrant Musalmān husbands.”
I looked at Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
It was useless to argue with her.
She was immensely biased against Musalmān husbands.
“Bring her in,” I said, “I’d see what we can do for her.”*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam was a blonde young Musalmān Beauty.
She was some five feet three inches tall and weighed about one hundred and twelve pounds.
Her left hand clasped her coat, holding it tightly around her.
The discoloration of her right eye, even though it was only somewhat, contrasted oddly with her light blond hair that swept down in waves to her shoulders.
She wore no hat.
“Miss Al Tawħīd Al Islam?”
“Mrs.” She corrected me.
“Mrs.” I accepted the correction, “Won’t you be seated? Åāyeshah Siddīqah will remain there where she is now. If you have any objection…”
“I’m not in a position to object. I need your services. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, isn’t it?”
“Sure, what is it you wished to see me about?”
Our extremely beautiful visitor began talking almost before Åāyeshah Siddīqah even settled her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my Hindu male lap.
Her words were rapid, her voice was vibrant with emotion.
Yet, there was something dominant in the manner of her articulation that indicated a type of young woman with whom one would hardly associate black eyes.
“I’m in a mess, Durgesh. I’m fighting mad. I hated you very much until now. I thought you were an immensely scornful communal Hindu who is taking advantage of our innocent extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies who have something against their Musalmān husbands.”
“I understand.” I said calmly, “Go ahead. Don’t worry. Even then, I’d do anything reasonable for you if you think I can help you in anyway.”
“I approached my relatives, my friends, my well-wishers. But no one has enough courage to help me. My husband is so powerful, every one of them is afraid of him.”
“Well,” Åāyeshah Siddīqah laughed, “you have come to the right place then. Go ahead.”
“He is a well-established businessman and he is protected by Muslim Underworld too.”
“I see.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah pulled her buttocks from my lap and then pushed them back, swallowing my Uncut Hindu Prick into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely, “Don’t worry. We have already cuckolded most of the Muslim Underworld.”
“That’s what I want to my Musalmān husband too. I want him to put his dirty bearded head on my feet, kiss them and lick them.”
“What happened?” I asked gravely.
“I’ve been thinking things over for hours. Ever since midnight in fact, and I’ve decided to do something about, well, about this.” She gently touched her discolored eye.
“You should have come here sooner.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said sympathetically.
“I understand. But I didn’t have any clothes.”
“What?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah was furious.
I too raised my eyebrows.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam’s nervous laugh was merely a mannerism.
There wasn’t even a slightest indication of mirth whatsoever.
“If you’ll listen to me,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said, “I’d like to begin at the beginning and tell you about it.”
“I take it,” I said gravely, “your husband is holding your clothes. There’s been the usual family fight. He accused you falsely of infidelity with me, or some other powerful Hindu.”
“So, you know the pattern?” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said curtly.
“Most of the Musalmān wives have the same complaint against their ever Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmān husbands. It’s somewhat routine now.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said bitterly, “Durgesh is utmost busy fucking almost entire Musalmān wives.”
“Then what?” I said bitterly, “I’d still help you. I want to abolish the entire Underworld whether Muslim or otherwise.”
“Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam, “Kr’ñvanto Vishvamāryam/ Aqāmat-e-Ħukūmat-e-Ilāhī/Establishing the Kingdom of God/Dharmsantānam/Dharmsansthāpan. Understand?”*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam smiled.
“Thank you. Thank you very much.”
“For what?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at her, “He’ll fuck you, idiot. Don’t you think you worth even your protection and respect from him in return?”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam laughed.
“In return? I think it would be my greatest honor if he allows me in his bed as his bed partner.”
“Nonsense!” I pulled Al Tawħīd Al Islam to me and hugged her, still fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah vigorously.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam clang to me as if she was a fish out of water until now, and I was the water, her life.
She threw her arm around my neck and kissed me on my lips fanatically.
Her beautiful eyes were flooding with nonstop tears.
“Why was I such a damn fool that I hated you, my life?”
“Forget it. Forget everything you have done wrong so far. From now on, all your problems are mine, all my pleasures are thine.”
“Téré dukh ab mere, mere sukh ab téré.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled.
“Exactly.” I smiled too kissing and reassuring Al Tawħīd Al Islam.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis, brought it out of Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, and kissed it devotionally.
Then she took it in her mouth and started sucking me immensely indebted to me.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah undressed her, from whatsoever dress she was wearing.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam herself went on her knees, herself positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and pushed her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks back.
My Uncut Hindu Prick penetrated her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and vanished into her entirely to my fast thickening balls.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam herself started fucking me wildly, savagely and madly.*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam neither herself told me what exactly her problem was, nor let me ask her.
Even Åāyeshah Siddīqah squeezed my arm.
“Let her enjoy the incredible sex you are providing to her now. It’s her first time that she is consummating such an immense sex with you. No one else is capable in it. Why don’t you understand, Durgesh?”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam fucked me herself in almost every sex position she could imagine.
“It’s not sex only, Durgesh, you are providing me.” She said, “you are providing true love and even life as well.”
“I want to know everything before it’s too late.” I tried to bring her to normalcy.*
Even then, Al Tawħīd Al Islam wasn’t normal until she hadn’t enjoyed her new found sexual bliss for more than a full month.
All my attempts to bring her to normalcy before it failed entirely.
She told me her problem only after she was entirely satisfied sexually for the time being and beaming with energy.
“I have a will I want to discuss.”
“Let’s hope it isn’t too late now.” I said still fucking Al Tawħīd Al Islam patiently.
There was no use in explaining to her it was a great mistake on her part.
She was never agree to admit it.
Well, Al Tawħīd Al Islam wasn’t alone however.
My long experiences with countless Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies was more than enough to make me understand to accept them as they came to me.
It was the only way if I really wanted to help them.
Moreover, not only the Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān houseladies who needed my help, even so many men too did the mistake.
Despite coming to me to seek for my guidance in a matter, they still made the mistake of selecting among my advices that appealed to them more.
They never realized it enhanced their problems more instead of solving them.
They didn’t even realize ever how childish it was.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam handed me a will.
I opened it.
‘I, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, state that I have fifty two daughters of my various marriages. I have thirty seven sisters, seventeen real sisters and twenty stepsisters and cousins I want to be beneficiaries after me.
“Beside these eighty nine female relatives of mine I had twenty seven wives in all to whom I was married in my life, not simultaneously however, naturally.
“I list their names and identities hereunder at the end of the will and the property/properties and money I want to give to them.
“My niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, lived with me in my lifetime. I am very much attached to my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. I have very much love and affection for my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“I further realize, however, that my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, though herself is a PhD and smart enough, does not have the shrewd, innate business ability that would enable her to protect herself from my ever shrewdest ever cunning sister in law, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
“I, therefore, appoint and nominate HVSI Group of Companies the executor of this my last will, provided that my son in law, Durgesh, is still the lifelong Chairman of HVSI Group of Companies.” I paused for a moment and looked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam questioningly.*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam said gravely.
“My husband was having this will and keeping it in his locker.”
“What? Is he also a beneficiary?”
“Not if I divorce him.”
“You are one of the beneficiaries?”
“I am one of the beneficiaries.”
“Related to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in any way?”
“I am one of his half-sisters.”
“What do you want now?”
“I want to confirm if this will is not a forged one, by my husband.”
“He can forge a will?”
“He has been prosecuted several times for forging wills and other important documents. But he always managed to get the final verdict ultimately in his favor.”
“I see. You suspect this will is forged?”
“In the light of the reputation of an utmost clever successful forger of wills and other similarly important documents of my husband what do you yourself think?”
I eyed her gravely.
“What is the name of your husband?”
“Muħammad Idrīs, but most of his opponents call him Muħammad Iblīs.”
“I see. And you like it?”
“He is Iblīs personified.” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said venomously.
“Nevertheless, none should be called Muhammad Iblis ever.”
“Muhammad is the ever best name, Iblis is the ever worst name. Iblis can’t be Muhammad ever. Similarly, it’s even beyond imagination that Hazrat Muhammad sallallahu alayhi wasallam could be Iblis ever.”
“Have you ever read Dr. AliSina’s ‘Understanding Muhammad and Muslims?”
“Sure, but I never agreed with him.”
“Why not? No Muslim scholar could have proved him wrong until now.”
“He is immensely biased against Huzur sallallahu alayhi wa sallam.”
She watched me scrutinizing, yet didn’t continue the subject further.
Most of the Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies who came to me had lied to me deliberately usually, in order to please me.
They thought I was an utmost communal Hindu.
I managed to establish my Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire only to humiliate Musalmīn.
They thought I’d help them more if they portrait their Musalmān husbands more evil than they actually were.
They thought Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband was my own movement instead of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s.
I could not help it, but I always tried my best that no innocent Musalmān may suffer from me ever.
After all, it was the best I could do.
I read the will further:
‘After the specific bequests herein mentioned, I leave all of the rest, residue and remainder of my estate to be divided proportionately among my sons in law Durgesh and Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, the proportion being how many my daughters and houseladies they support.”
I paused significantly, looked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam and then turned a page of the will.
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