The Yacht: 9
Posted: February 26, 2014 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Nādir Al Ħaibat, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad Åbdullah, Muħammad bin Qāsim, Muħammad Ůsmān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex Leave a commentMidterm 2012 Volume 4
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Chapter 9
Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Wājid
Durgesh Al Taufīq Al Zāhid
Durgesh Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī
The chief of police interfered now.
“I hope I don’t have to take you into custody for disturbing the peace, Ma’am.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled ironically.
“What a fool you are. You think I came here without anticipating your illegal dirty conspiracy with Muħammad Ůsmān? You idiot, I have an anticipatory bail already against your potential illegal arrest.”
The chief of police was startled.
“Never thought of it?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sweetly, “We know you scoundrels even more than you think. We are prepared for your every illegal attack whatsoever. You fatheaded nincompoop, I know you more than you think. You are just a shill for these gambling houses. I respect the honest police officers. But I know Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim have you right in their hip pockets. What do you think, I’m a damn fool that doesn’t even know the criminal activities of Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim were not possible so arrogantly without your dishonest illegal support to them? You don’t dare to hiccup unless Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim give you permission. Don’t tell me what I can do and what I can’t do!”
“You are using loud and profane language in a public place, Ma’am.” The chief of police said, “If you continue to make abusive statements of that sort in public, I’ll have to take action, despite your anticipatory bail even.”
“Sure, go ahead. For your kind information, damn fool, we have set hidden video cameras here transmitting everything to the media and your higher authorities. Oh, never anticipated that? I know. We have immense faith in your stupidities. I haven’t moved into profanity yet. I’m getting ready to, however. Believe me, dumb ass, when I do that I use some very biting adjectives, and a few nouns that may startle you. You…”
“Just a minute,” I interrupted, “Perhaps I can be of some help here.”*
Muħammad Ůsmān said sweetly.
“Sure, you are most welcome. It was impossible the scriptwriter hasn’t written any dialogue for himself too. Go ahead.”
I ignored him totally, as if Muħammad Ůsmān wasn’t anybody there.
“Ma’am, I think it might be better to control yourself. You never need to let some cheap crooks debate with you. It is somewhat a humiliation for a lady like you. Why make a personal demand while there’s a legal remedy available? I think a written demand made in a more formal manner through an attorney would do you better.”
Muħammad Ůsmān eyed me scornfully.
“Just keep fucking us innocent Musalmīn’s extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies you are good at. You aren’t any attorney any more. You have exploded the entire law you knew once, in the form of your dirty Hindu semen into the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts of our extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Through an attorney? Haha! You know as well as I do that when a guy loses money gambling, he can’t get it back.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid laughed.
I smiled cunningly.
“Can’t he, Muħammad Ůsmān? Are you sure?”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed sardonically.
“You are damn right, my wife fucker, my sister in law fucker, he can’t. Even if the game was crooked, he can’t. He was engaging in an illegal activity and—”
“Careful,” Al Nādir Al Haibat interposed, “Let us put it this way, Muħammad Ůsmān. There are certain contracts that are against public policy as far as the law is concerned. It’s against the policy of the law to raise those activities to the dignity of legitimate business enterprises. Therefore, the courts are not open to persons who have participated in those activities.”
“Never mind all that double talk,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Let’s give it to the multi-millionaire lady straight from the shoulder. Tell her despite her multi millions she can’t get a dime back legally. Durgesh has sweet-talked with her trying to seduce her. She must see herself in the mirror. She is an ever-irresistible Musalmān Beauty for the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. He has fooled her talking with her immensely sweetly making her daydream, just to fuck her too as he is fucking the other Musalmān houseladies that are immensely beautiful. We sympathize with her.”
“That’s right, ma’am.” Al Nādir Al Haibat said with his toothy smile, “I know you are a successful businesswoman. But Durgesh is the most successful Muslimātchod Hindu in the entire history of humankind. He is an ever-incurable Musalmān Beauties fucker, beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker. He has such immense incredible ever-incurable communal obsession to fuck our otherwise decent Musalmān houseladies that are beautiful. You can easily understand how things are in this regard. A person can’t sit in on a game at night, trying to win money, and then come back the next day and say that the activity was illegal. He wants the money back that he’s lost. If he could do that, he would keep all of his winnings, and then whenever he’d lost he’d recoup his losses. Now, Muħammad Ůsmān is in a legitimate business and—I hope our Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Prince Charming, Durgesh, hasn’t fucked you already by talking sweet to you and making you daydream.”*
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sarcastically, patronizing, feigning sympathy.
“You really think your beautiful Musalmān houseladies are as stupid and you Musalmīn are as powerless, as incompetent that Durgesh always succeeds to fuck your Musalmān Beauties, your beautiful Musalmān houseladies despite their inherent chastity and your entire efforts to keep them chaste?”
“Of course, ma’am, that’s what this Anant Muslimātchod Hindu is. You don’t know him exactly.”
“Are you really a damn fool or you are trying to pose yourselves so?”
“Ma’am,”
“The Musalmān Beauties and your beautiful Musalmān houseladies are not as vulnerable as you are trying to pose them, neither you Musalmīn are as powerless.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “The fact is exactly contrary to what you are trying to present. The Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies that are Durgesh’s Live in relationship Partners and beloveds, are frequently interviewed by entirely unbiased, honest and sincere journalists. They tell different stories entirely.”
“Ma’am,”
“A large number of them were framed in first degree murders due to different reasons. Durgesh fought their cases, exposed their conspirators, sent them to jail. The relatives of those conspirators defamed those Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies with Durgesh, even while there wasn’t any such thing anywhere. Durgesh successfully fought the cases of defamation of character on their behalf and was rewarded large monetary compensations even.”
“You mean Durgesh doesn’t have any sexual relationship with our beautiful Musalmān houseladies and Musalmān Beauties?”
“Of course, Durgesh has. Yet they are consensual relationships, not conspiratorial or communal as you claim. You losers are either jealous of Durgesh or yourselves communal trying to defame Durgesh, those Musalmān Beauties and those beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Yet their bonds with Durgesh is as much stronger that the more you tried to defame them the more they loved each other.”
Muħammad Ůsmān and Al Nādir Al Haibat looked at each other.
“Durgesh has already successfully fucked her too.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Forget to save her from the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu scoundrel. No benefit in locking the stable after the horse is stolen.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid laughed curtly.
“I hope you’d prove in a competent court what you are accusing us of when we fight the case of defamation of character against you.”
Muħammad Ůsmān and Al Nādir Al Haibat were furious.
They were suffering from such wrath that they were incapable even to speak.
“They’ve rigged up a deal on my comparatively not so smart husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said, “They had already got him for something over five thousand dollars. I wasn’t willing to let even that ride. Why should I? Al Wājid Al Muħammad promised me that he wouldn’t do any more gambling, but they started in easy last night and lured him into the game. Then they started to take him. Al Wājid Al Muħammad thought his luck was bound to turn and stayed with it and—”
“He could have won,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sympathetically, “if he wasn’t thinking of your unfaithfulness, ma’am. Al Wājid Al Muħammad was immensely afraid of you that you would cuckold him to you and Durgesh in the same manner as my wife Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah has cuckolded me to herself, Durgesh and her younger ever smart sister Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah that kidnapped Durgesh and raped him.”
“Well, I think you ever doubtful Pseudo Musalmīn really deserve that.”
“I see.” Muħammad Ůsmān said curtly.
“Despite Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s constant advocacy that Pseudo Musalmīn never deserve us Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ innocent faithfulness, we should join her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement, establish her ever dreamed of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, I never succumbed to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. But Al Wājid Al Muħammad never respected my loyalty to him despite his countless shortcomings. He is after Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid grimaced.
“Even if Durgesh hadn’t obliged me, I’d never appreciated your husband. I sympathize with him that he thinks you are cheating him for Durgesh.”
“That’s only a pretense for his gambling and infidelity to me for you.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “The bastard knows very well I don’t have any clandestine extramarital affair with Durgesh or anyone else. He has ill influenced my daughters even. I think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is correct. The bastards like Al Wājid Al Muħammad really deserve to be cuckolded. My daughter, Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid…”
Al Nādir Al Haibat said gravely.
“Anyway, there you are, ma’am. Your husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, was trying to win. If he had won, he’d have pocketed his winnings and both of you would have been very satisfied this morning. But he didn’t win, so…”
“So I want the money back,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said. “The game was crooked.”
“You can prove that?” Muħammad Ůsmān asked ominously, threateningly somewhat.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid watched Muħammad Ůsmān scornfully,
“You are damn right, I can prove that. What the hell for do you think I’ve retained Durgesh professionally? However, I don’t need to prove it. You know it was crooked. Everybody here knows it was crooked. You aren’t running this place on the square. Don’t be silly.”
“Those are the words that would lay you wide open to a claim for damages,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “I suggest you be more careful, ma’am.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled triumphantly,
“All I know is that Al Wājid Al Muħammad has last something like fifteen thousand dollars here within the last few weeks and I am not going to stand by and see him robbed until he is legally my husband. It affects not only his, but also my reputation too as well, adversely. Now, are you going to give him the money back or…”
“Definitely, absolutely, positively not!” Muħammad Ůsmān interrupted firmly, “Your husband doesn’t get back a nickel. Moreover, in view of what you’ve just said, and the scene you’ve created here, Al Wājid Al Muħammad doesn’t even get back inside this place. I’m leaving orders with my Årab doorman not to admit him.”
“That’s very nice of you,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sarcastically, triumphantly.
Muħammad Ůsmān was as fuming as he didn’t notice even the sarcasm in her immensely scornful voice.
He continued irately,
“If you’d come to me as a lady and told me that you didn’t want your husband gambling here, Al Wājid Al Muħammad couldn’t have got in last night. However, you never said a word about it. Al Wājid Al Muħammad came and went just any other person and he gambled. He’s a good poker player. He knows what he’s doing but he just happened to have a run of bad luck last night. That’s all there was to it.
“Nevertheless, now you’ve said you don’t want Al Wājid Al Muħammad gambling here, that’s good enough for me. We won’t ever let him sit in another game.”
“Ma’am, I think that’s fair enough.” Al Nādir Al Haibat said, “If you didn’t want your husband gambling, I’m quite certain that Muħammad Ůsmān wouldn’t have wanted him sitting in on the games. I don’t think you ever said a word to Muħammad Ůsmān about not wanting Al Wājid Al Muħammad to gamble. After all, he’s been trying his best to win. You don’t have any legal recourse and…”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid put her hand on my hand.
“Are you sure you’ve taken my case against this crooked outfit?”*
I smiled.
I assured her, pressing her hand.
“I’ve already told you my strategy. Don’t worry. They charge me that I fuck beautiful Musalmān houseladies as my fee to save them from everything against them whatsoever the hell it may be. Nevertheless they never charge me I don’t protect them.”
“That’s right, ma’am,” Al Nādir Al Haibat interposed sarcastically, “If you’ve let Durgesh fuck you, you can commit any crime including first degree murder even. Durgesh would never let you punished. That’s guaranteed. Durgesh has already saved hundreds of beautiful Musalmān houseladies who committed first-degree murders of their Musalmān husbands/mankind. Every one of them is now Durgesh’s highly respected Live in relationship partner. Even the Supreme Court has declared them innocent. Their other Musalmān mankind were framed successfully by Durgesh and serving lifetime sentence or have gone to gas chamber.”
I was suddenly startled.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid’s extremely beautiful right Musalmān hand suddenly slipped and, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, it was on my Uncut Hindu Lund without any previous ultimatum.
“Thank you,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was suddenly rock hard.
Nevertheless, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid didn’t remove her palm from there.
I smiled triumphantly at Al Nādir Al Haibat.
“Thank you, counselor. I’m immensely grateful to you. Your false charges on me have compensated me with an immeasurably extraordinary compensation.”
Al Nādir Al Haibat had fallen as if from seventh sky.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid squeezed my Hindu erection once more.
Despite I was already fucking Al Taufīq Al Zāhid; I put my left hand around Al Saåīdah Al Wājid’s beautiful Musalmān waist, pulled her to myself and kissed her on her red crimson welcoming lips.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid returned my kiss immensely indebted to me.
Her arms were suddenly around my neck.*
Everyone, it seemed, was staring at Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
For Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad it was frightening to see that in each person’s eyes, without exception, there was registered a look of horror.
Within thirty minutes, the group, grown larger from the arrival of other members of the Board of Directors, had assembled in the Conference Room.
They stood now in a semicircle, with an opening in the center for two still photographers and two television camerawomen representing the press pool, clustered around the long dark mahogany table.
Once, while waiting, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had asked Al Jalāl Al Tayyab if she had any person more whom she might wish to have witness the ceremony.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab confirmed my arm around her waist, smiled proudly at her husband, Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, and replied confidently.
“Certainly not. If Durgesh is with me, it’s more than even optimum for me.”
Al Zahīr Al Muħammad felt himself immensely insulted.
Yet, he knew he was too powerless to do anything.
Once, minutes ago, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had beckoned to Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad and Al Hilāl Al Tayyab and demanded Al Qur’an Al Karīm.
Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad brought the copy of Al Qur’an Al Karīm and gave it to Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
She still couldn’t believe her Bhābhījān, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, was now the Chairperson of Islamic Chamber of Commerce.
The more Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad hated her Bhābhījān, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, the more Al Jalāl Al Tayyab progressed.
Allah, won’t she ever be punished for what she had done to Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad’s ever loving, ever careful, real elder brother?
Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad found herself still standing next to Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid leaned against the high backed leather chair bearing the tiny brass nameplate:
‘Vice President, Islamic Chamber of Commerce’.
No, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid wasn’t herself Vice President, Islamic Chamber of Commerce.
It was Muħammad Ůsmān still now.
A gambler, a criminal, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid grimaced.
She still could not believe they let it happen.
Allah, how these miracles are taking place after all?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully established Democracy in Saåūdī Årab.
The entire Muslim World couldn’t stop her.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was too shrewd to be defeated by even entire Muslim World.
Entire Non-Muslims supported him, despite his daughter’s so arrogant behavior with the Non Muslimahs.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan openly wanted to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Chapter 10
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The Yacht: 8
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Chapter 8
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid smiled.
“Walks, for one.”
“Walks?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked feigning innocent ignorance.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid wasn’t interested even a bit in his acting.
She was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Her ever communal resistance against Hindu penetration had already gone to hell as soon as she realized I was available to her.
No doubt Durgesh had the unique penis.
The ever horniest Musalmān Beauties were not crazy for it worthlessly.
Durgesh had unique sexual prowess.
No doubt Durgesh can satisfy the entire womankind even sexually.
He had infinite sexual lust incredibly.
“A customer pays his bill directly at the cash register.” She said herself pushing her ever pink glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my nude Hindu male lap and swallowing my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt nonstop wildly, “The amount of the bill is two dollars and eighty five cents. He gives you a twenty dollar bill. You pretend to be very much interested in the addition on the check. Then apparently something goes wrong with the key on the cash register. You concentrate on that. Eventually you ring up two dollars and eighty five cents; still without apparently paying too much attention to him, you hand him fifteen cents, then give him two one dollar bills, then hand him a five, then look back at the cash register for a minute. Nine times out of ten the man will pocket the change and walk away. If he starts to pocket the change and then stops suddenly, or if he still waits there, you take out two additional fives and give it to him with a smile, then start looking back at the cash register again.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid wasn’t as unaware of Al Nādir Al Haibat’s immensely jealous, immensely greedy stealthy glances on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt swallowing my ever arrogant ever proud Uncut Hindu Cock nonstop, as she was pretending to be.
The ever incurable male animal.
The very same Al Nādir Al Haibat was always heavily critical of Hindus and their ever horny Musalmān beloveds that they were still animals in their human bodies.
He always pretended to be a highly sophisticated ever righteous Musalmān.
He always criticized even the Musalmīn that were criminals and/or criminal minded.
But actually what he himself was?
He was a corrupt attorney himself protecting ever harmful gambling to humanity.
How much he really hated ashvinātam sex was more than obvious from his constant stealthy obsession of gazing Durgesh’s proud Hindu penetrations of her ever glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Yet, he had control enough on himself to comment ironically, feigning sophistication still however.
“You seem to know all the tricks.”
“Sure, working at the place I couldn’t avoid to hear some of them.”
“And you sing?”
“Yes.” She said proudly.
Al Nādir Al Haibat nodded studying the young woman’s miraculously beautiful face sophisticatedly apparently.
Yet, even then he had managed dignified glances on our still nonstop sexual penetrations.
“You have had ups and downs?”
“Mostly downs,” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said, “but I was in there fighting nonstop. I deserve to get the break Durgesh has bestowed on me despite Muħammad Ůsmān’s frantic attempts to frame me. I know now why Durgesh’s Musalmān women are so faithful to him despite the fact that Durgesh is a Hindu. He is honest and sincere to his Musalmān women more than their ever dishonest ever insincere Musalmān husbands and Musalmān mankind. You are jealous of Durgesh and us Musalmān Beauties, but you can’t separate us because no dishonest and insincere communalism can ever replace the ever sincere ever honest love of Durgesh for us. The more you ever dishonest ever insincere communal Musalmīn try to separate us from Durgesh, the more inseparable we are.”
If Al Nādir Al Haibat was angry, he successfully hid his anger.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid led the way.
I was behind her glorious bottom, fucking her from behind.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was too afraid of Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim that she wasn’t ready to come to Paradise Floats if I wasn’t fucking her.
The chief of police accompanied us.
Muħammad Ůsmān, striding forward, was checked by Al Nādir Al Haibat.
Laying a restraining hand on his client’s arm, Al Nādir Al Haibat drew Muħammad Ůsmān back to one side and engaged in rapid fire, low voiced conversation.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid led the way into a room marked Employees, through a curtained doorway.
It had the word Female painted over the top.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid paused before a locker.
I grabbed her waist, pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock until only its head was inside, absolutely prepared for thrusting it into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt as soon as there was any indication from Muħammad Ůsmān and party of any unfair play.
Muħammad Ůsmān knew how dangerous a weapon my infinite Musalmān Beauties and infinite lovely Musalmān houseladies penetrator Uncut Hindu Cock was when it was visiting any Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
My Kundalini was active.
My infinite bodies were active.
With a simple affirmation now, I could immobilize even a whole infantry.
Muħammad Ůsmān had seen the demonstration with his own eyes several times.
However, he never believed a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman and a Stavak Hindu man could do it.
There must be something else hidden behind carefully.
Nevertheless, Muħammad Ůsmān wasn’t a damn fool to take any risk now.
“Open it,” I said.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid fitted a key and opened the locker.
In it, there was a suitcase, a pair of shoes, a suit and a raincoat.
“These all yours?” I asked fucking her once again.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid nodded.
“Do you want to put these things in the suitcase?” I smiled at her possessively.
She thanked me with her eyes for displaying my sexual possession on her.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid knew it was actually a disguised warning to everyone that s/he would have to face Durgesh’s powers if s/he tried to harm her in any manner whatsoever.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid thanked her Allah for her incredible Musalmān beauty and prudence that she approached Durgesh on the right time.
“The things came that way,” she smiled politely at me, “They can go out that way,” she said.
“You have some other things?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“There’s a stateroom assigned to us Musalmān girls,”
“Only Musalmān girls work here?”
“Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are highly communal. They never believe anyone that’s not a Musalmān. Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim do also belong to the category.”
“But Muħammad bin Qāsim is immensely friendly with his Hindu brother in law, his Hindu Jījū, Prañav Yogendr Divyānand.”
“Sure, they need Prañav Yogendr Divyānand. It doesn’t mean they aren’t communal. Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loved Prañav Yogendr Divyānand. They hadn’t another alternative except to marry them.”
“I see,”
“We sleep there in the stateroom. It’s a sort of dormitory. Al Sādiyah Arraħmān, another girl and I share a stateroom. Muħammad Ůsmān wouldn’t let me get my things out of it last night. I was virtually thrown out.”*
I said gravely,
“Better start packing.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid pulled out the suitcase and flung back the lid.
“I think Al Taufīq Al Zāhid would like some privacy now to prepare to leave this place not to come back. I have to wait with her and—”
I broke off at the startled exclamation from Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.
“What is it?” I asked authoritatively.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid instinctively started to close the lid of the suitcase, then checked herself.
“Let me take a look,” I said.
“I’ll take a look,” the chief of police said, pushing forward.
“What is it, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid?”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid reopened the lid, then pulled forward the elastic that held closed one of the compartments in the lining of the suitcase.
A wad of currency had been thrust hurriedly into this compartment.
“I’ll take this into my custody.” the chief of police said triumphantly.
I moved so that I interposed a shoulder between the officer and the suitcase.
“Why?” I asked the chief of police curtly.
“Why?” the chief of police said sarcastically, “I want to know from where she got this wad of currency.”
“Who are you to ask it?”
“I happen to be the chief of police here.” He said ironically.
“Tell me the law, the section of it that authorizes a chief of police to investigate any money a person have in his/her possession even it’s his/her valid money legally earned by him/her.”
“It isn’t her money.”
“How do you know?”
“It stands to reason.”
“How?”
“If she had that wad of currency of her own, she never needed to work here as a cigarette girl.”
“Think again.”
“I don’t need to.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was looking at me in questioning panic.
Allah! That was the reason she was afraid of Muħammad Ůsmān.
It wasn’t her money.
It was more than obvious that Muħammad Ůsmān had managed to put it there to frame her.*
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Penis entirely into Al Taufīq Al Zāhid’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Count it.” I said.
With trembling fingers, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid counted the money.
“Ten thousand seven hundred ninety nine dollars.” she said.
“Good,” I smiled, “We’ll give Muħammad Ůsmān credit for that on the amount of back wages due and our claims against him for defamation of character.”
Muħammad Ůsmān had quietly entered the stateroom with Al Nādir Al Haibat at his side.
Muħammad Ůsmān started to say something, but just then the curtained doorway was flung back with such violence cloth was almost ripped from the guide rings on the overhead pole.
A woman’s voice said angrily.
“Defamation of character, indeed! That’s a laugh—the kettle is calling the pot black, I’d say!”
Her eyes blazed hatred at Muħammad Ůsmān.
“But I didn’t come here to see that husband stealer. Let her take him. The bastard doesn’t deserve any true love, loyalty and faithfulness now. If the impotent thinks a cigarette girl and singer in a gambling yacht is better for him than even a multi-millionaire Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, let him have her. I damn care. I came here to see you, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān. Just what do you think you are doing with my hard earned money that bastard lost to you?”
“Why, Ma’am Al Saåīdah Al Wājid!” Muħammad Ůsmān said, stepping forward and smiling cordially.
Then he glanced at me.
“I should have known you better. You can’t strike masculine ever. Before coming to strike on me, you investigated about my antagonists. You found Ma’am Al Saåīdah Al Wājid is one of them. And you managed her entry here when you are here too.”
“Anything wrong with that strategy?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “Mr. Mayor has promised me to fight my case against you bloody gamblers.”
“So, your husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, is right that you have a clandestine extramarital affair with Durgesh?” Muħammad Ůsmān smiled trying to humiliate Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
“What if I do?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “I’m not under eighteen, nor you are my legal guardian. Who the hell are you to ask that question on my personal life? Now, you have charged me being a cheater to my husband. I would take you to the court, to prove what you just said. One more case of Defamation of character against you, stupid. Mr. Durgesh is my attorney too, in both the cases against you.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
He wasn’t prepared for so many legal attacks.
He should have known better than to antagonize me.*
Nevertheless, Muħammad Ůsmān tried to grab the state of affairs.
“This is—that is—we aren’t really open for business yet. I had some people come in and—Come on with me and I’ll buy a drink.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid ignored Muħammad Ůsmān’s proffered hand, said furiously,
“You’ve trimming my husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, in a crooked game here. He does not earn as much money himself as he loses in his damn gambling to you. That’s my money. He told me you took him for ten thousand dollars last night. It was natural I investigated about you. I found out your wife, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, has cuckolded you to herself, Durgesh and her younger sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. I enjoyed the state of affairs, naturally.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
His wife, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, wasn’t so much a problem to him, as her younger sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, was.
She was too cunning that she raped Durgesh himself, kidnapping him.
It wasn’t an easy task.
Yet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had done it successfully.
Once, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah loved her husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, very much.
But, now even Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah fucked Durgesh in front of Muħammad Ůsmān’s own very eyes and made Muħammad Ůsmān to clean her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, licking it, after she fucked Durgesh.
Muħammad Ůsmān had to lick not only his wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
He had to lick her gorgeous Musalmān ass as well, after Durgesh fucked Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah in her ass too.
Then he similarly had to lick her sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt and ass as well, after Durgesh fucked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah too.
It wasn’t good that Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had known it.
Now, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had the winning hand on Muħammad Ůsmān completely.
Damn Durgesh.
He never fights conventionally.
He always digs out of the enemies of his opponents.
And then those enemies fight Durgesh’s war for the ever shrewdest Hindu, Durgesh never needs to fight it himself.
Muħammad Ůsmān could never understand how many shrewd persons died when Durgesh was born.
“Ten thousand dollars aren’t such a big money that I should waste my more precious time in its recovery.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said, “But if my business competitors knew the stupids like you can manage to snatch away such money from my husband, it would harm my reputation before them. Consequently, I haven’t another option except to have my money back.”
“Back? I can’t believe it.” Muħammad Ůsmān said incredulously.
“I’m not asking you to believe it. I’m asking you to return it.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said patiently, “You should have known better than cutting corners with me, Muħammad Ůsmān. I’ve engaged Durgesh to investigate your criminal activities extensively and see you get punished for them.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
What the hell it’s happening?
“Madam, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid,” he addressed her soothingly, “Your husband was in a little private game last night. I don’t know how he came out. I believe that perhaps he did lose a little, but I haven’t tried to figure up just how much. I can assure you that the game was on the up and up. I was in it myself. If we gambled with people at night, let them take a chance on winning the place, and then, if they aren’t lucky, gave them back the money they had lost the next morning, it wouldn’t be very long before I’d be selling apples on the street corner.”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed at the idea, his mouth making the laughter, his eyes anxiously watching her, appraising her mood.
“And what’s wrong in it?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sweetly, “That’s where actually you belong to. And Wallāh, Muħammad Ůsmān, I promise you to put there. I never forgive the stupids who try to harm me even a bit, knowingly or unknowingly. As a policy, I spend millions to punish them so that no another dumb ass would ever think to come in my way. Durgesh is already retained to make you learn the lesson in the hardest way possible for you.”
“Allah,” Muħammad Ůsmān said impatiently, “what the hell do you want?”
“I want our money back, damn fool, what else? My husband isn’t very good businessperson as I am. That’s money he earned, however. We have other uses for it than to giving it to you. I intend to give it to Durgesh as the expense money he may use for destroying you financially. What the hell you think of me? I would let you cheap crooks rob us of that money and to get away with it?”
Chapter 9
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 58
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Chapter 58
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Durgesh Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd
The dawn was cold and chilly.
Yet, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus didn’t need any coat around her.
My nonstop back and forth penetrations into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt were providing her enough heat she needed to face the cold and chill.
The automobile slid to a stop.
“What’s first on the program?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus surveyed the apartment house standing on the silent residential street, as though waiting for the warm morning sunlight to bring it to life.
“Like a sleeping horse standing on three legs with his head down.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled, “Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, you can’t believe the neighborhood is jammed with people.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs watched her sarcastically.
“Another hour you’ll see curtains going up, smell the aroma of coffee, see the people dashing down the steps running for the streetcars.”
“I wish I were certain we had an hour.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “Well, there’s only one thing to do. Find out first where Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s apartment is and next where her garage is.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
“That garage business may be tricky, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.” He suggested protesting what she had implied, “some early riser may be looking out of a window and…”
“I know.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said.
“It’s not a good idea to take chances that way.”
“I see.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “What do you suggest instead?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs thought for a second then he admitted reluctantly somewhat.
“I’m darned if I know. But if we contact the police…”
“And if the police asked the proof?”
“Well,”
“We are trying to get proof so that we can provide the same to the police if they asked for it.”
“Well,”
“There is no other option.”
“Why not wait?”
“Water,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said dryly, “has the habit of evaporating. I want to take a look at that automobile before the cushions have had a chance to dry out.”
“All right,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs surrendered ultimately, “If you feel that way about it, let’s go. Every minute makes things that much more dangerous.”
We left the automobile, walked up to the apartment house.
By consulting the directory Al Safiyah Al Ghaus found that Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd had apartment 786.
As we turned back to the car, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said,
“Now, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, you take the car, and drive up the driveway. We’ll pretend that we are looking for a stall to put the car in. If there’s any trouble, we can claim that some friend told us we could use her garage for a couple of days because she was going to be away.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said sarcastically,
“Sure. And then if they ask us about the friend and where she lives, it will be just another one of those things.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at him scornfully,
“We’ll just have to talk fast and try to talk our way out of it. If you don’t want to cooperate…”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs went back to the automobile, started it, backed into a half turn, then drove slowly up the driveway.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and I walked ahead of Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was my nude glorious mare now on her knees and I was fucking her from her gorgeous behind.
The driveway went around to the back of the apartment house, where there was a large cemented yard flanked with garages.
“Begins to look better.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “Look the garage doors even have the numbers of the apartments on them.”
“And padlocks.” I smiled.
“We’ll leave that to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. What a husband is good for if he can’t pick a lock for his wife, once in a while.”
“Isn’t that breaking and entering?” I asked innocently.
“It is.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus admitted, “I believe it’s a felony. Even I wouldn’t do it for a million dollars if there were any other way.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs brought the car to a stop, climbed out, and looked at the padlock.
“I don’t like it, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.” He said bitterly.*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus pushed her exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back into my nude Hindu male lap, swallowed my Uncut Hindu Prick entirely into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, contracted her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock, and looked at her husband, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, contemptuously,
“You don’t think I care any more what the hell you like and what you don’t. Do you?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs too looked at his wife venomously,
“I am more prudent now than I was when I married you.”
“That’s better.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said bitterly, “Got those skeleton keys handy?”
“Oh sure,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said, “I am not a damnfool that I give you one more chance to destroy me. It’s your funeral now, not mine. I don’t love you any more. Go ahead if you really think you can outwit Durgesh even.”
“Got those skelton keys?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus asked him coldly.
“Yes, they are in the car.”
“Get them for me.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus ordered him emotionlessly.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs pointed out smirking.
“The windows of those back apartments look out here in the court and…”
“My damn fool husband,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said sneeringly, “the longer you talk, the more chance there is someone will hear the discussion and look out to see what it’s all about. This is no time to get weak kneed. You know now very well you were never my destination when I married you. You were my stepladder only.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs wasn’t stunned even for a moment.
He laughed bitterly.
“I wasn’t in love you myself, bitch. I wanted to fuck you only. And I have done it now to my heart’s content. I damn care now if you fuck Durgesh or a black thief even.”
“That’s all right. It was a bargain then. You were after my body and I was after your money. We both got what we wanted to have. Now, why the hell are you trying to protect me still now as if you are still my husband? You are not. You were never my husband, moreover. You were only my stepladder and I’ve reached my destination now. Durgesh is my destination, you stupid. Why the hell don’t you understand?”
“I don’t understand?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs laughed sarcastically, “I don’t understand? I suspected you bitch, right from the beginning that you were after my money, not after me.”
“I don’t have all the time in the world now.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said contemptuously, “You love a female animal body only as any male animal does. Durgesh doesn’t. Durgesh loves Beauties with brains. That’s why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan successfully defeated her Ammī Nafīsah Salmān in Durgesh’s sex life. I have to show Durgesh that I too have brains, not beauty only, if I want to gain some respect from him in our sex life. I have to go ahead as though I own the joint and we are just putting the car in for the night. Get me those keys.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs walked back to the glove compartment of his automobile, reluctantly took out the bunch of skeleton keys handed them to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, said,
“These are the padlock keys.”
Then he walked over to the door, stood so that his body shielded the large bunch of keys from any casual observer who might be looking out of any window whatsoever.
In fact, there was a great temptation for him to turn back to the automobile, and disassociate himself from what was going on.
But he could not do it.
Despite what he said, he still loved the treacherous Musalmān Beauty.
Yes, he suspected Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was using him as a stepladder.
But even then he could have her amazingly exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body until she needed him as a stepladder at least.
After all, what was there to lose?
It took five keys before Al Safiyah Al Ghaus found one that would open the padlock.
The lock clicked back.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus calmly opened the door.
We moved inside of the garage.
After a moment, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus called Al Nadīm Al Quddūs sneeringly.
Her voice was exaggeratedly sweetest.
In fact, she cooed actually.
“My dear utmost wise husband, would you kindly oblige me to come here?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hesitated a few moments, then reluctantly entered the garage.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had opened the sedan doors.
Now, she was feeling the seat cushions and the carpet on the floor.
“Look at this rear cushion, wise guy.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said sarcastically, “doesn’t that feel damp to you?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs put a reluctant hand on the cushion.
“The left side.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said.
“It feels sort of damp.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs admitted.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus frowned thoughtfully.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled ironically.
“That’s right. You frown thoughtfully because you have yourself too realized now that it would have been soaking wet if your theory was right.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus immediately searched through the automobile.
Disappointment appeared on her face.
“Clean as a hound’s tooth, ma’am.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs announced triumphantly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said thoughtfully.
“I guess I’m off on a wrong trail. The only thing to do now, is to get out of here fast. Hang it, Allah, I can’t get over that damp place in the seat of cushion. What the hell could have caused it?”
“I damn care.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said triumphantly, “Nevertheless, if it had been what you thought, it would have been wetter than that.”
“I’ll be damned.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said thoughtfully, “Let’s take a look at the motor temperature.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus clicked on the switch and looked at the electric gauge.
“Cold as a cucumber.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs laughed.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus flicked off the switch.
“Okay, I guess I’m licked. Durgesh has played some still deeper game, deeper for me at least.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs chuckled.
I kept smiling only.
I didn’t comment.
“I guess, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd could have used another car.”
“Well, there isn’t any evidence here to back up your theory.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched him scornfully.
“The tragedy is that if it isn’t here I don’t know where I have to go to look for it.”
“All right,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said bitterly, “let’s get out and do our talking afterward. I never liked this idea in the first place.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs started for the door.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus made a quick final survey of the garage.
Suddenly she said,
“Hell! Look here.”
Her voice was suddenly filled with triumphant excitement.*
I was riding Al Samīnah Al Qāsim once more.
We had fucked since in countless sex positions.
No doubt she couldn’t make with Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
He was a righteous man who believed sex was not actually a virtue for men.
The men, if they were really righteous, must control sex.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim needed enormous sex instead.
“Abbū and I both think it’s just a joke someone played. You know Ammī now even more than Abbū and me, I think. She swears that it was my picture in the frame when she was doing the packing, but Ammī gets excited when we travel. You see, Zāherah Ħusayn and I look alike, even if Zāherah Ħusayn wouldn’t admit it. Ever since I started traveling, people in restaurants and night clubs have been staring at me, nudging each other and whispering.”
I smiled.
“You might capitalize on it. A stand in or something.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim didn’t know then what her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, had planned actually.
We were half through breakfast when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim’s Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, approached us.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim deliberately left us and went to her stateroom as soon as she saw her Ammī.
She wanted to give privacy to her Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, with me.
It might be Al Nāsirah Al Karīm wouldn’t talk freely in Al Samīnah Al Qāsim’s presence.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tried to stop Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
“Nonsense. Your Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, is an ultramodern Musalmān lady. She wouldn’t have been a Trillionaire if she were so backward.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim squeezed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s hand.
“I know my Ammī more than you do, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. She isn’t a Trillionaire when she deals with her children. She is an Ammī then.”
“Al Nāsirah Al Karīm,” I looked at her, “I have some information for you.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm kissed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan on her cheeks.
Yet she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis too and squeezed it appreciating it.
I smiled, squeezed her still gorgeous rich Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm kissed me on my lips.
I hugged her.
“Can you tell me now?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm glanced dubiously at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“You have to decide it.” I smiled, “It’s your family secret, not mine.”
“It’s all right.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “I can understand. Excuse me, please.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm held her wrist.
“It’s all right, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. I may need you too. Please, stay with us if you don’t have another work more important to do.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, squeezed her arm and assured Al Nāsirah Al Karīm that she was staying.*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked resignedly.
“Now what the hell is it?”
“Over here.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus ordered him curtly, “Quick.”
The tone of her voice brought Al Nadīm Al Quddūs to her side immediately.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was bent down over a dark corner that was under a workbench.
“What the hell is it?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked impatiently now.
He had lost now all his patience.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus straightened.
She was holding an army blanket in her hand.
“Feel this.” She ordered Al Nadīm Al Quddūs scornfully.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs felt of it, then whistled.
“Soaking wet.” He exclaimed.
“And look under here too, wise guy.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus bent over and picked up a pair of men’s shoes.
“These,” she said curtly, “were directly under the blanket.”
The shoes themselves were soaking wet.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was stunned.
“You win,” he said involuntarily incredulously, “Allah, by gosh. I’ll hand it to you.”
“Himmat-e-mardān madad-e-Kħudā.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled triumphantly.
“Correct it appropriately.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs laughed, “Himmat-e-åuratān madad-e-Kħudā.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed too.
“Thank you.”
“Well, what do we do?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked, “Take the evidence?”
“No.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled, “We put everything back the way it was, get out of here, and let the police make the discovery.”
“Do you think they will?”
“They will after we get done with them.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cheerfully.
“Just put them back the way you found them?”
“Yes, but first look on the inside of those shoes.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus instructed her husband elatedly, “See if there’s a manufacturer’s name. See if you can get his size.”
“Do you want to read me the letters that are on the inside here? I’ll write them down.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cheerfully picked up the shoes, held them so the light shone down on the figures that were stamped on the lining.
She read off the numbers and the name of the manufacturer.
“Nothing to show the retail store that sold them?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked.
“Nothing.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “Just the shoe. Eight and a half B as I interpret the meaning of these numbers. However, we’d better check up with a shoe man on that.”
“And get out of here,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said.
“Okay,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “put the shoes back.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs put the shoes back, put the wet blanket over the shoes.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was the first out of the garage.
I was the last.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus locked the door of the garage.
Once more Al Nadīm Al Quddūs shielded with his body what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was doing so that no one in the apartment house could see Al Safiyah Al Ghaus wiping fingerprints off the padlock with a handkerchief.
I helped Al Safiyah Al Ghaus into the car, then climbed myself pulling her on my lap, sitting on the seat.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus straddled on my Uncut Hindu Penis facing me.
“You really think the police will find it?” suddenly Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
“Oh sure.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled, “It’s not Durgesh that forgot to remove them from the garage. He isn’t that careless. It’s either Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd or Al Muħammad Al Qāsim himself.”
“Can’t it be a bait?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs suggested.
“Bait? For me?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“Why not?”
“They can’t harm me now any more as I can’t harm them.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said gravely, “Moreover, they know it very well as I do myself.”
“Then why are you trying to harm them?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled ironically.
“Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd wants to revenge me. I have to see she never succeeds. It’s my legal right. Isn’t it?”
“Well, how can you blame Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd? You’ve broken her home. Hadn’t you?”
“Well, that’s the point.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled, “She blames me for it. She justifies herself. She isn’t cured even now. Until and unless Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd doesn’t stop justifying herself and blaming others for her failures she is open to be harmed either by me or by someone else.”
“Okay. What about my younger brother Al Muħammad Al Qāsim?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked her bitterly.
Chapter 59
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 57
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Chapter 57
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim looked at me scornfully.
“I could never imagine, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd could give you excellent sex enough to protect her uncle, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, and her cousin, Muħammad bin Qāsim, to this extent.”
“Neither could I.” Al Lubnā Al Qāsim said scornfully too.
“He is only an Uncut Hindu Penis, nothing else.” Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim said, “He can do anything to fuck Musalmān Beauties. And if some extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies are available in a Musalmān household, Durgesh can conceive and stage any bloody legal hocus pocus to protect that entire damn Musalmān household.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā.
They kept silence.
None of them tried to say anything.
“Won’t you say anything?” Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim shouted at both Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā, “Does a Bachhalyā brain act only when the Bachhalyā Lund visits a Brāhmañ Cunt? Not, when it visits a Musalmān Cunt?”
Al Lubnā Al Qāsim laughed ironically.
“Our ancestors used to say that we Musalmīn would have also converted entire India into Islam. But the Hindus successfully deceived us by telling us the Brāhmañs are the brain of the Hindus and the Rājpūts are the arms of them. Actually it wasn’t a fact at all. The Brāhmañs were only the ostensible brain of the Hindus and the Rājpūts were only the field warriors. The real brain of the Hindus were the ever indomitable Bachhalyās. The Hindus always kept this war secret successfully to themselves only.”
Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā smiled.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is outlining her theory only. She hasn’t produced any facts in support of her wildest theory until now.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
Her back and forth movements of her glorious Musalmān buttocks were being increased more and more, swallowing my ever increasingly lustful Uncut Hindu Penis entirely into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“My dear brother in law, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, competently protected by his ever efficient Hindu son in law, Durgesh, then slipped out of sight to drift along the side of the ship, pounding and hanging against the sides. He couldn’t be certain otherwise to waken witnesses. After all he had to disappear afterward, hadn’t he to?”
“You mean he used a rope for hanging and pounding to attract the attention of witnesses?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked his ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
“There are so many persons who have seen a rope on the deck that disappeared afterward.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly, “I was too one of them.”
“And how could you manage it?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was sarcastic.
“I could manage it, my dear husband, because I suspected him ever since he met Durgesh. I used our Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad to follow your younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, nonstop continuous.”
“Because you are interested in his billions?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said bitterly.
“Why not?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said shamelessly, “Isn’t he your younger brother? Didn’t you help him ever in building his business?”
“If I could help him, I myself would have been a Billionaire.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said bitterly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus ignored his comment deliberately.
“Let me hear more about the rope.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said sarcastically, “What does the rope have to do with it?”
“You are one of the most successful script writers in Ved Nagar Film Industry.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “Can’t you yourself imagine it? Your younger brother had to go overboard, falling in a rather peculiar way. Then he had to be where his wife, Al Zohrah Al Bittol, would see him when she reached the bow of the ship. There’s quite an overhang on the bow of the ship that’s built along those trim lines. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to be certain that the current couldn’t sweep him away until after Al Zohrah Al Bittol had seen him. Moreover, in addition to that, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to be where he could have one hand out of the water and fire a gun. He had to be sure it went off. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t afford that gun to get wet or have the barrel filled with water. He had to drop off the ship in such a way that he could keep his right hand out of the water until after he’d fired the shot.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs watched his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife outlining her theory how I could have helped Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in escaping from his ever greedy relatives.
“And you mean that accounts for the rope?” His voice had appreciation now for his ever smart wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, despite the fact that he hated her now more and more.
Well, she was brilliant after all.
Wasn’t she?
“Sure.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said enthusiastically fucking me herself vigorously now. “The best way to have done all that was to have looped a twenty foot rope over the bow of the ship. Then when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim leaned over the side, he could manage to fall in just that particular manner.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t believe his own wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, was such a brilliant Musalmān Beauty.
She was describing in detail how could have I saved his younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, she was so against of.
He forgot she was fucking me.
Her exquisite gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks were filling my nude Hindu male lap again and again.
My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis was vanishing into his extraordinary smart extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with her glamorous bottom’s every back and forth motion.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, your younger brother, could hit the water with a splash. He’d have hold of the rope with his left hand and the gun would be held in his right hand.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said ironically, “He’d fire the gun then let go one end of the rope down with him. Then he only needed to kick himself up the current and the confused motions of a wounded swimmer would keep him in just the position he wanted until he looked up and saw his wife, Al Zohrah Al Bittol, looking down at him. Then he could drift along the side off the ship.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs murmured to himself involuntarily.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was a swimming champion in various swimming clubs’ swimming contests. Durgesh planned knowing his capacity of swimming fully.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“There you are my dear husband.”
“I’ll be damned.”
“He decided to die to get rid of us. But when a person dies, there are certain formalities that have to be taken care of before he’s marked dead officially. Someone has to see the body and identify it. Durgesh used Al Zohrah Al Bittol, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s wife, for it. Her anticipatory bail had already been taken to protect her. Everything in the planning is so efficiently taken care of that it almost bears Durgesh’s signature. No one except Durgesh could have even conceived this plan. It’s so legally perfect. Isn’t it?”
Everyone present there looked at me with immense appreciation in his/her eyes for me.
I smiled non-committal.
There was no use in contradiction.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was too obsessed with her logic.
The others were too impressed by her reasoning.
“You see why Durgesh’s ship itself was chosen for it. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim could practice his ostensible murder in this way more efficiently than with another ship/yacht. Durgesh has been known for his unique ship for years now. The pictures of his ‘yacht’ have been published already in all the yachting magazines. If Al Muħammad Al Qāsim could get aboard this ‘yacht’ and leave Durgesh himself to do the explaining to the police… Get it, my dear husband?”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her gravely.
“I’m beginning to. But even if it was so, what’s wrong there Durgesh has done? Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wanted to get rid of us. He is authorized to do so. You haven’t done anything so far in his favor. You always did everything against him and my daughter Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t want our interference in his life any more. Well, he was authorized to do so.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at him furiously.
“You are a damn fool. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim knew very well he could never in the world have got a dime out of Durgesh until the escrow was closed. Durgesh would have demanded a quitclaim deed from Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim jointly, then given them an order on the escrow. Therefore, by playing it this way, and leaving the case wide open, Durgesh convinced Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to feel certain the true facts would never have been even suspected let alone uncovered.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her sarcastically.
“Can you prove anything of this wildest theory of yours?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled approvingly.
“That’s the point. When Durgesh, the legal wizard, plans something it’s not easy to find some hole in it.”
“But,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled cunningly, “it’s a legal problem we have to face. If we can’t establish what you have theorized so skillfully, what’s the hell use of your such a wonderful interpretation of the facts?”
“I know,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus contracted her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis, “the proof lies in the fact that your younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, couldn’t do it without an accomplice. He needed someone to help him out. Someone, who was camped downstream with a rowboat anchored out of the deep channel but where the current was strong. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim must have kicked past the side of the boat, then gone on downstream, swimming under water, come up to the surface, quit swimming, turned over on his back and floated until he saw the signal of his accomplice on the rowboat.”
“Signal?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t deny he was appreciating his enormously smart wife mentally, despite his every effort to hate her.
She was brilliant.
She was smart.
But, so was almost every Musalmān Beauty he met until now that fucked Durgesh either or Durgesh himself fucked her.
Allah!
Does Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund inject wisdom, prudence and smartness even in a Musalmān Beauty when he fucks her?
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t believe it was even possible.
Then?
“Sure,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus answered him, “probably a shielded flashlight.”
Allah, she had answer to every question.
Hadn’t she?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus continued.
“Then Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, your younger brother, climbed aboard over the stern of the rowboat. His accomplice promptly cut loose from his anchor and silently sculled, rowed, paddled, propelled or canoed the boat to shore where they had an auto waiting.”
“Theory again.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs objected, “I was asking of proof.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was as obsessed with her theory as she didn’t even pay any attention to what Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had said.
She continued to say in her enthusiasm.
“They’ll be working according to a tight little schedule. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim will be on an airplane headed for some Islamic country or perhaps some place in Mexico.”
“Mexico?”
“Sure. He has his numerous friends there. Hasn’t he?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs murmured.
“You have a point there.”
“Do you know who is his accomplice?”
“Hell, no.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs grimaced.
“Your lovely, now again extremely beautiful ex-wife, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus exploded her bomb shell.*
Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd turned the canoe, sent it swiftly to the exhausted Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
“Get in.” she said, “Climb in over the bow so you don’t upset us.”
“Thank you, Bhābhījān.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said in an entirely exhausted voice.
It wasn’t easy to reach the canoe without coming in the eyes of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement Musalmān lady commandos.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was very harsh on Criminal/Criminal Minded Musalmīn.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was now Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s faithful friend.
Of course, Durgesh was with Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, but even then, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd and Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd were no match for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s extraordinary Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female intellect.
Well, he wasn’t sure still whether Muħammad bin Qāsim could hold the fort successfully now, behind him.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim glanced over his shoulder to look at Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd and me, a swift, desperate appraisal.
Then, he raised his right hand, then left, then catching hold of the bow with both the hands, one on each side, he raised himself with a powerful thrust of strong Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān arms.
He came over the bow, sliding along to lie momentarily flat on his stomach, kicking his legs clear of the water.
“I hope Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān’s Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement’s ever dangerous Musalmān lady commandos haven’t seen me.” He said breathlessly.
“Āmīn.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd said.
“ÉVmastu!” I also said, “Tathāstu!”
“I don’t think even now, it’d be easy to establish that I’ve been really murdered.”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan would never leave any stone unturned to prove the contrary.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd said pushing her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back in my nude Hindu male lap.
My Uncut Hindu Penis again vanished entirely into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim rolled over with a swift lithe motion, doubled his knees in under him, pulled down his wet dress and gasped.
Even then he didn’t fail to notice that I was paddling like hell.
He couldn’t decide whether my Uncut Hindu Penis was vanishing fast into his Bhābhījān, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt or I was paddling fast.
His followers had flashlights.
Everyone of them were trained commandos after all.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was now Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
Wasn’t she?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was paying a large fee to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement.
Even if Durgesh was against the movement, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was with them.
The questing beams of the flashlights circled out over the dark waters.
One of the more powerful flashlights caught the canoe.
I promptly ceased paddling, kept my back turned, my face down and said to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
“Keep your head down.”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim obeyed instantly.
From the direction of my ship, came the sputtering sound of a motor, then a choking back fire, followed by a sudden roar of staccato explosions.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was instantaneously alert.
“Allah,” he said, “they are prepared for everything. Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān has perhaps anticipated our every move already. They have got one of the speedboats going. We have to reach quickly to our other yachts there.”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is right Durgesh.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd said, “Give it everything you have. Quick. We can’t afford to let them catch us here.”
“That’s why I proposed speedboat myself. But you insisted on canoe.”
“Speedboats make noise.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis by her vaginal muscles, “Hear yourself.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
“My dear husband, I’ve instructed my reliable detectives from Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement to scrutinize the passengers who go out on airplanes. I want them to cover the morning outgoing trains at the depot. I want detectives to comb the river bank and see if they can find some trace of Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd who rented a rowboat/canoe. Above all, my dear husband, if the scheme worked out according to schedule, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim must have changed from his wet clothes to dry clothes in Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s automobile. I want to get hold of her automobile and see if we can find Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s wet clothes. That’s why I’m in a hurry and that’s why we have got to work fast.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs didn’t say anything for a moment.
Then he smiled.
“You think Durgesh hadn’t anticipated already what you can do? He hasn’t already checkmated your every possible move? Well, my dear wife, then you don’t know Durgesh properly, even while he is fucking you.”
Chapter 58
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 56
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Chapter 56
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
I repeated.
“What’s your proposition, Muħammad bin Qāsim?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was terse,
“I haven’t any.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was still watching his wife’s gorgeous Musalmān ass that had swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Prick to the hilt.
“Sitting tight sometimes doesn’t pay even a dime.” I smiled at Muħammad bin Qāsim still enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick buried entirely into Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s perfect Musalmān ass.
“Let me see it myself.” Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed cunningly.
“You have a hundred thousand dollars at stake, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, “HVSI Group of Companies has authorized Durgesh and me to sign a compromise with Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company on its behalf. Since Durgesh is a blind supporter of us Musalmān Beauties there are some shareholders in HVSI Group of Companies who wanted the agreement to be signed by me too.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah grimaced.
“Bosh and nonsense. If Durgesh were really supporting us Musalmān Beauties blindly, he would never have opposed your Seven Movements, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I can’t believe there are such fools among the stockholders of HVSI Group of Companies who credited you more than Durgesh even.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sophisticatedly.
“Who the hell is asking you to believe me, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah? Never believe me, if you don’t want to. Nevertheless it doesn’t change the legal status of the agreement that it must be signed by both of us. I’m representing Musalmān Beauties stockholders of HVSI Group of Companies.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus started back and forth motion now enjoying the anal sex she needed very much.
Right from the beginning, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus knew very well she wasn’t a normal woman.
But are the most of the other women normal?
Hell, no.
They are hypocrites actually.
Both the men and women are hypocrites actually.
At least most of them certainly are.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is not a hypocrite at all.
That’s why they criticize her so much.
They criticized Al Safiyah Al Ghaus for her love for anal sex.
But the fact was it was only her fantasy.
She tried to do it with her first husband.
He called it a sin and refused her to oblige.
She had laughed.
“You can’t do even what is not a sin for you, Iqbāl. Can you?”
Muħammad Iqbāl was stunned.
He couldn’t believe his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife was telling him sophisticatedly that he was not competent in sex.
Allah!
What a shameless woman!
“Muħammad Iqbāl, your sisters suck Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis. Isn’t that a sin? They compel Durgesh for anal sex with them. Isn’t that a sin too.”
Muħammad Iqbāl laughed ironically.
“I never knew Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, my shameless sisters are your ideals. You always criticized them. It was natural consequently, for me, to think you don’t have such a sinful desire.”
“I say you are not competent even in what you think moral sex.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said patiently.
She never knew it could lead Muħammad Iqbāl to suicide.
Hell, the idiot could have divorced her instead.
Couldn’t he?
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was her second husband.
But he was too a hypocrite.
Most of the persons, men and women both, are hypocrites.
They praise other hypocrites.
They never praise an honest and sincere person.
Durgesh is the third man in her life.
But he is perfect.
He invaded her anal virginity without any infinitesimal shade of guilt.
What a man.
What a perfect man.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Sometimes, half a loaf is better than no bread, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah. Sometimes a poor compromise is better than a good lawsuit. Now then, Muħammad bin Qāsim, what’s your proposition?”
Al Taufīq Al Fatimah looked at her husband.
Was Durgesh right?
Is Muħammad bin Qāsim really trying to frame his own murder on her?
Had he really married Al Taufīq Al Fatimah on impulse?
Now, his ambition to have her as his wife is fulfilled, he is repenting his ‘wrong’(?) decision taken on an impulse?
Is he really trying to kill two birds with a stone?
“Give me ten percent of what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is getting.”
“Ten thousand dollars?” Muħammad Ůsmān shouted, “Are you crazy?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“It’s a hundred thousand dollars deal. HVSI Group of Companies is paying one hundred thousand dollars to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah for that island. Why can’t I get ten percent of it for signing a quitclaim deed?”
“That’s too much.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly.
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled bitterly.
“To me, it is ridiculously small. I think there is oil on the island.”
“What do you say?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. “He isn’t the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company any more, you are.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim immediately held her head high and said,
“Prañav , I think Muħammad bin Qāsim is right. We deserve at least ten percent of what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is getting from HVSI Group of Companies. Our quitclaim deed is necessary for HVSI Group of Companies to get proper title on the island.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“I agree with my wife.”
“Nonsense,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “I advise Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī to pay four thousand dollars for your quitclaim deed. Take it or leave it. Take it and then step out of the picture.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim stiffly shook his head.
“Okay,” I smiled disarmingly, “I will instruct the escrow holder to accept a certificate of title, subject to the provisions of an outstanding oil lease. I don’t think Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company has any leg to stand on. I think I can get an injunction prohibiting you setting foot on the island.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled cunningly.
“Jījū, you may get the injunction but it won’t become final until after it has gone through the Supreme Court.”
I smiled sweetly.
“No problem, Sālé Miyān. I think HVSI Group of Companies has enough money for that. More than you can even dream of. You would have to sell so many of your companies to meet the legal expenses for it. We have enough idle money to meet such unprecedented legal expenses. I don’t care how long the litigation takes. Just so I keep you off the island.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was still smiling cunningly.
“Suppose I win it?”
“You let your legal department prepare an opinion on that. If their opinion collides with your opinion, go ahead and take any legal steps you may see fit. I’m very much inclined to go ahead and complete the deal.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Penis in her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass very much.
How lucky she was.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is really her best friend.
As soon as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan knew about the sexual fantasies of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled.
“How communal are you, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?”
“What do you mean?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus couldn’t follow Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“Muħammad Iqbāl was your first husband. Wasn’t he?”
“Yes, sure.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at her quite perplexed.
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is your second husband.”
“Yes.”
“You have already married twice.”
“So?”
“Nothing. The point I am getting at is you married both the times Musalmīn.”
“So what? Isn’t it natural? I am also a Musalmān. Therefore…”
“Not natural.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cut her short, “Most of the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties, as beautiful as you are, would have preferred a Hindu husband instead of a Musalmān husband again, once she had the bitter experiences from a Musalmān husband.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was brilliant enough to understand what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was suggesting.
“Durgesh?”
“Why not?”
“Is it possible?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus sighed incredulously.
“To make anything possible the first necessity is to self-hypnotize that it is possible.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ingeniously.*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in awe.
“To self-hypnotize?”
“To self-hypnotize.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at her splendidly.
“And if it is impossible?”
“Nothing is impossible in the world, you fool. What do you think, was it possible for me to get a Hindu husband who had self-hypnotized himself that he was my stepfather?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was dumb founded.*
She pushed her gorgeous buttocks back in my nude Hindu lap and swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Penis once more into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“My brother in law, my dévar, has paid Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband, to protect himself and his family from me and my supporters. Can’t you understand Durgesh has staged a show to pull the wool over our eyes as well as on the eyes of the law?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her incredulously.
“You mean Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is alive?”
“Durgesh can’t afford to let him murdered on his own ship.”
“And the shot fired from the revolver?”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, if you are not yourself playing a part in the play, why the hell can’t you understand? There’s only one person who could have fired it.”
“Who?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at his extremely beautiful wife skeptically.
“Your younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“You mean he shot himself?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked furiously.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed enjoying the nonstop back and forth movements of my extremely rigid Uncut Hindu Penis in her brilliant smart Musalmān ass.
“Not himself. He just fired one shot in order to establish his fake yet still legal death. Our legal wizard, Durgesh, planned his legal escape in this way from us. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had already fired one shot out of the gun that he left on the dresser for the wife to bring when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim telephoned her. Now then, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my younger brother in law, had to work his timing just right. He had to wait until he saw Al Zohrah Al Bittol coming along the deck. As soon as he saw Al Zohrah Al Bittol there, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my younger brother in law, thoroughly coached by Durgesh, thoroughly rehearsed even, because it is Durgesh’s own ship, had to ‘struggle’ and ‘sway’ in a peculiar manner and then topple overboard. Am I right, Durgesh darling?”*
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of her Musalmān ass until only its head was inside then penetrated it once more so forcefully that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus couldn’t help except to jump.
But I had already anticipated her reaction.
I jumped with her too, penetrating her entirely.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah I’m dead.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus screamed in extreme anal ecstasy, “The hell you don’t love anal sex. You are wonderfully and absolutely amazingly expert in anal sex too. Allah, you are killing me. I can’t bear it there any more. You Hindu scoundrel.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus suddenly pulled away her ass, positioned the tip of my Uncut Hindu Penis between her quivering throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and thrust.
My Uncut Hindu Penis vanished into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely now.
“Fuck me in my Pussy now, okay, you Hindu rascal? What the hell were you after? Rip open wide my ass itself? Naughty naughty.”
I laughed and continued fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus now in her Musalmān Cunt.
Yet, she continued to tell her theory about what I had done.
“Then Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to fire a shot and be in such a position that just as Al Zohrah Al Bittol leaned over the bow of the ship, Al Zohrah Al Bittol would look down and see Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim even call Al Zohrah Al Bittol by her name so that there could be a positive identification. Remember our legal wizard, Durgesh, never leaves any legal loophole. When he wanted to support and protect Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his family from me and my supporters Durgesh did it a perfect job. No loopholes anywhere whatsoever.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim, Vikram Bachhalyā, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Pratāp Bachhalyā everyone looked at me as if I were a ghost.
Only Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Even Al Zohrah Al Bittol and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl were looking at me dumbstruck in awe.
Chapter 57
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 54
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Chapter 54
Durgesh Al Zohrah Al Bittol
Durgesh ACP Suraiyā Jamāl
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at Al Zohrah Al Bittol smiling cunningly.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed at her.
“Look at me as much as you please.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol cooed, “You can’t do anything whatsoever, nevertheless. I am on anticipatory bail, I’ve told you already.”
“You said you jumped out of bed, grabbed the gun and didn’t even wait to put a robe on?”
“That’s right.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol kept fucking me smiling at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl triumphantly, “I came flying up the companionway and was just approaching the bow when I saw a vague figure swaying this way and that, apparently engaged in a struggle of some sort.”
“A figure?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked sarcastically.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol grimaced.
“I refuse to answer your insulting questions. You are trying to irritate me. I would prefer to give my testimony in a competent court.”
“That’s what you think.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled tartly.
“That’s what I’m going to do. You don’t have any legal right to insult and humiliate me.”
“It’s not you that’s taking this attitude to a responsible police officer.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said smirking, “It’s Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis visiting your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt that’s letting you fly so high.”
“I’m glad you have eyes at least, even if you don’t have any manners whatsoever.”
“I may request to cancel your bail.”
“Oh, sure. Go ahead. Do everything on the earth you are capable of. If you really get it canceled I’d wash your feet and drink the water that is used in washing them.”*
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled.
She wasn’t born yesterday.
She realized the truth in Al Zohrah Al Bittol’s voice.
So, Al Zohrah Al Bittol was really innocent?
Despite she was on the deck when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was overboard,
Despite she had a revolver in her hand, Despite Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard an ‘explosion of some sort.
Did Durgesh deliberately stage this improbable story for her?
Why?
The night was filled with sounds of hectic activity now.
Opening and closing doors and frightened feet sounded in the passageways and on the companionways.
The swift babble of voices kept up an incessant, a nonstop, chatter.
Moreover, cutting through all of the sounds of confusion, my crisp, authoritative voice was giving orders.
The motorboats had been lowered to the water and engines started.
Each of them cruised in a series of questing circles around the ship.
“The figure was apparently engaged in a struggle of some sort,” Al Zohrah Al Bittol repeated, “but I saw only the one figure.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl stopped herself with efforts, not to smirk.
What was the use?
Al Zohrah Al Bittol would again stop telling her story.
Shouldn’t at least she listen to it?
She saw only the one figure.
Yet, it was engaged in a struggle of some sort.
With whom the hell was it struggling then?
Nonsense!
Al Zohrah Al Bittol realized the question her statement generated.
“The other one must have been below the deck.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol advanced her assumption.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me pleadingly.
“Go on,” I grabbed the splendid heavy buttocks of Al Zohrah Al Bittol and arched my waist up.
My Uncut Hindu Penis penetrated her ardent Musalmān Cunt as a spear as if.
Her bottom was coming down at the same time.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol shouted in superb ecstasy.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What the hell are you doing to me?”
I caressed her buttocks and kissed her on her lips passionately.
She controlled herself and resumed.
Now, her up and down motion had stopped.
She was sitting on my Uncut Hindu Penis swallowing it entirely into her Musalmān Cunt.
I was enjoying the honor myself too to its utmost extent.
“Just before I got there,” Al Zohrah Al Bittol continued, “the man lurched and fell overboard. I screamed involuntarily as I heard the splash. Then there was the sound of an explosion and a series of splashing noises. By the time I had reached the bow. I could hear my name being called now.”
I was listening to her gravely.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at each other.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was alone, after me, that was too listening to it gravely.*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol watched me, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
Then she went on,
“I bent over the rail. I could see now a figure of a man in the water. It was floundering around aimlessly. It was floundering as if it was wounded badly and was trying to swim desperately.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī also looked at me.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl did smirk again, as if asking me,
‘If Al Zohrah Al Bittol is really innocent how Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would have been wounded?
Why was he trying to swim desperately?
Who the hell wounded Al Muħammad Al Qāsim if not Al Zohrah Al Bittol?’
I was reading the questions on their faces.
But I didn’t ask Al Zohrah Al Bittol anything.
She went on,
“Then the figure moved into the oval of light that was coming from a porthole in the forecastle and I could see his face. He was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my husband. He seemed partially paralyzed. He called me and tried to call out a message. I couldn’t hear what he said. His voice was almost inaudible. Abruptly he ceased to struggle and was swept down by the current under the overhang of the bow. I thought he was coming down the starboard side. I ran that way. Unfortunately, apparently, he drifted down the port side.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl grimaced.
“Unfortunately, it doesn’t conform to the facts as they must have happened.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol smirked.
“I sympathize with you.”
“I beg your pardon?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly.
“That the facts don’t understand how compulsory it is to obey you.”
“When Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis is inside your Musalmān Cunt you can fly in sky very high.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl commented drily.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t have been telephoning from the bow of the yacht. It was virtually impossible.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly”*
There were no vacant chairs at the dinner.
Sheeted rain lashed against the portholes.
The guests who made merry with colored paper caps, balloons and pasteboard horns lacked spontaneity.
Their merriment seemed merely a forced attempt to comply with maritime, nautical, conventions.
Awfully striking lady robot waitresses felt their way, a few steps at a time, half-filled dishes carried in deep serving trays.
Fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and dining, I looked across where Muħammad bin Qāsim and his Hollywood heroine wife, Al Taufīq Al Fatimah, were entertaining Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim, Vikram Bachhalyā, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Pratāp Bachhalyā and Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah were also there with Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
With darkness, the faint mist that had been forming on the water thickened into fog, and as we sat down to dinner the hoarse fog whistle boomed out its eerie, unnerving, warning.
Thereafter at regular intervals through the meal the fog whistle served to remind us that we were on the water and a fog was settling down.
“Doesn’t look as though we’ll get back tonight.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah said.
“Wouldn’t you tackle it in a fog?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus enquired.
“Not unless I have to.” I pulled nude Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to me.
She laughed ecstatically and pushed her extremely glorious nude Musalmān bottom into my nude Hindu male lap.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smilingly deserted it for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
My Uncut Hindu Penis made a sound of ‘pluck’ as it came out of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s thirty two years old young Musalmān Cunt.
It was heavily anointed with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt juices.
As soon as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus positioned her immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt against the tip of my Uncut Hindu Penis and pushed, my thoroughly lubricated Uncut Hindu Penis immediately entered into Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs could not watch it.
He averted his eyes immediately.
“Slut,” he murmured to himself.
Yet, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had heard it.
She laughed humiliating Al Nadīm Al Quddūs immensely and started fucking me herself vigorously, energetically, dynamically, forcefully, and strongly.
I put my hands on her glamorous nude Musalmān waist.
Yet, it was not necessary.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus herself was vigilant enough that my Uncut Hindu Penis must never come out of her Musalmān Cunt entirely, and it must penetrate her Musalmān Cunt vigorously instead without any hindrance whatsoever it may be.*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was feeling himself immensely insulted.
But what could he do?
Even before his marriage with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, he knew she loved immense sex.
He thought he could provide him the same.
He was too confident of his manly potency living in extreme over confidence.
He was too obsessed with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s devastating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty that he thought he could make love to her till infinity.
Hell, he could not, practically ever.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus wanted more and more sex from him.
Her first husband had committed suicide due to intense shame he faced when he could not satisfy Al Safiyah Al Ghaus sexually.
Now, Durgesh is providing her even more sex than even Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could digest.
How crazy Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund getting into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She undressed herself while Durgesh was fucking his Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Why Al Safiyah Al Ghaus did so?
To seduce Durgesh herself.
Isn’t it?
And when Durgesh saw her nude Musalmān beauty and pulled Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to him, how ecstatically she laughed, positioned Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund herself between the ravenous quivering ever greedy lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
How ecstatically Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is pushing her ever magnificent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bottom to Durgesh’s ever sexy nude Hindu male lap.
She is swallowing Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund deepest every time she thrust back her bottom, into her extremely greedy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her eyes are brightest when Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
They lost their brightness as Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund left her Musalmān Choot.
But they were again brightest when Durgesh Uncut Hindu Lund is again deepest back into her still greedy still ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Suddenly he realized the persons were gathering in a wide circle around Durgesh and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, fucking Durgesh ravenously entirely unashamed of herself.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was horrified.
Allah, no.
Nooooooooooooooo!
Everyone would ask who she is.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs would die of shame.*
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had said,
“Don’t trust the bitch. Fuck her and enjoy her beautiful body. But never trust the bitch. She’s a snob. Ever notice how it happens that people who have real background and breeding are considerate, tolerant, and broad-minded, while people who haven’t anything except money that they didn’t earn themselves, are intolerant? That’s my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, you fuck wildly, I guess.”
I tried to say something but Al Muħammad Al Qāsim raised his hand and stopped me.
“Listen to me, please; I’m your father in law too.”
I looked at him gravely.
“My entire daughters, except Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, love you. She loved Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and married him. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, has got about the nicest figure I’ve ever seen on a woman. And I’ve too seen lots of them.
“Never underestimate my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Durgesh. She uses her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body as her ever best weapon. When you fuck her she is the most capable and even having all the smartness you are less capable than her, because your Uncut Hindu Lund is inside her ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.”
I smiled.
“Sorry for using those words, but that’s it.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said bitterly, “That woman enjoys your Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, but it sharpens her brain.”
I laughed.
“You don’t believe me? Try to test what I’m telling you. The more you fuck my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, the sharper is her already ever smart brain. She made Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, to disinherit his own daughter when he was fucking the bitch. Never underestimate her, I repeat. She’s smart. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, is chain lightning! She’s got her eye on a big slice of money, and Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, hasn’t waked up yet, despite the fact that he has lost his daughter to me.
“That’s all right. Let him sleep. He has paid for a dream. As long as he’s enjoying the dream, why grab him by the shoulder and bring him back to the grim realities of existence?”*
I grabbed her waist and started fucking her myself too.
Her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was one of the perfect homes for my Uncut Hindu Penis.
After fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to my heart’s content, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was an extremely pleasant replacement to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Cunts were extremely ravenous for my Uncut Hindu Penis.
Yet, they both had their own individualities too.
I knew now why Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was so ravenous for me.
Neither of her Musalmān husbands could fuck her even properly.
Her vaginal grip around my Uncut Hindu Penis was almost virginal.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was penetrating her first time properly.
It was natural she loved me more now than either of her incompetent Musalmān husbands.
“You are my husband now, not Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, the impotent.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus whispered to me.
I smiled and kissed her on her beautiful lips.
“Thank you, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“It’s my pleasure, Durgesh darling.”
“Well,” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed suddenly, “you both are made for each other, doubtlessly. Nevertheless, I can’t stay all night.”
She glanced at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah too.
“Well,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed, “I don’t think we have much choice in the matter, Bājī.”
I smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Then still fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus vigorously, I assured Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, don’t worry. I’ve plenty of room. We can put everybody up nicely.”
“Look here,” Muħammad Ůsmān interrupted, “what’s the idea behind this thing? Almost all of us know very well that at this season of the year, there’s always fog and rain even, on this part of the sea.”
“Yet, you accepted the invitation.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Muħammad Ůsmān contemptuously.
“Not always,” Muħammad bin Qāsim interrupted hastily.
He was the one who accepted the invitation, not Muħammad Ůsmān.
Muħammad Ůsmān had only agreed to it.
“Don’t worry,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sarcastically, “after fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to his heart’s content, Durgesh would fuck you too. I’d request him to oblige you too.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah sympathized with him.
“Thank you. So, ultimately you are absolutely impotent now?”
I interrupted to stop the hot exchanges between Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and Muħammad Ůsmān.
“Well, Muħammad Ůsmān is right somewhat, Muħammad bin Qāsim. It’s not always, but it’s nearly always. However, Muħammad Ůsmān, I can get out the ship and put you ashore at a little town on a Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Island, about ten miles upstream. There’s an airline that will get you back to Ved Nagar.”
“That would be deuced uncomfortable.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Muħammad bin Qāsim is just recovering from a case of stomach trouble.”
“Food poisoning,” Muħammad bin Qāsim interrupted.
“Well,” I announced still pumping Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, now even more severely, “I’m not going to risk the safety of the ship and the convenience of the other guests. Muħammad Ůsmān, you can get in a launch and get an interurban if you want to.”
“I don’t want to.” Muħammad Ůsmān said furiously, “Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is still my wife. I can’t leave her behind for you to fuck her as if she is a slut, not my respected Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed and licked my Uncut Hindu Lund coming out of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“It’s very tasty. Muħammad Ůsmān, come on, taste for yourself.”
“Go to hell.” Muħammad Ůsmān shouted back to her.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at him.
“Sorry, Muħammad Ůsmān. You’ve to go alone there. I can’t and won’t accompany you ever now.”
Muħammad Ůsmān gritted his teeth.
“Muħammad Ůsmān,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “sit here and enjoy life. Durgesh, you said you have some champagne on ice?”
“I don’t talk business when I drink.” Muħammad bin Qāsim declared.
“All right,” still fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, I pulled Al Taufīq Al Fatimah too to me, squeezed her immensely rich Musalmān buttocks and kissed her on her red crimson lips, “Muħammad bin Qāsim, what’s your proposition?”
Chapter 55
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The Yacht: Index
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Midterm 2012 Volume 4
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 3
Ved Nagar Volume 2
The Yacht
Thrill, Sex, Suspense, Politics
Chapter 10
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 52
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Chapter 52
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Al Samīnah Al Qāsim
Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“I’m destroying the Musalmīn and the Musalmīn are so foolish that they are calling me Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated.”
“Because you are using your Seven Movements to advertise your extraordinary spiritual capabilities among Musalmīn.” I smiled at her niftily, still fucking Amīnah Zahīr.
“And Musalmīn don’t understand it?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kept smiling.
“You are shrewd enough to understand the shortcomings of Musalmīn. Most of them are blindly superstitious, because they are Uneducated/Under Educated. The Uneducated/Under Educated Mullahs and Maulavīs oppose their modern education so that their followers may not abandon them. You are influencing the Mullahs and Maulavīs themselves.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan complaining.
“Bājī, I’ve myself seen you and your agents bribing these Mullahs and Maulavīs and other Musalmīn of influence.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched him curtly.
“The problem with Abbū Imām, Durgesh, you and other similar ideologists is, you always argue about means. You never see the practical impossibility of your ever Utopian suggestions.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled at me.
“Jījū, your utmost successful Practical Chief Wife is criticizing even you now.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Well, what’s wrong in criticizing him if he is wrong? He never claimed to be Omniscient.”
I smiled merely.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan continued to say.
“He himself admits no one is Omniscient except Allah Rabbil Åālmīn. He knows so many things more than we do. He has experienced so many incidences than we have. Naturally he understands so many things more than we do, and more deeply too. But that’s all. That’s the limit of your Jījū too. Beyond that he too assesses everything. And his assessment may be wrong too as well as it may be right. Am I right, my love?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at me.
“Right.” I smiled, “Sorry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, I’m too a human being. Even my assessments may be wrong. I too don’t, and can’t, know everything.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“Sorry, Jījū.”
“The difference between Abbū Imām and Durgesh is that Abbū Imām is an ideologist only, while Durgesh is a Practical Ideologist. Abbū Imām can dream better but as he is far more behind than Durgesh in both knowledge and experiences, he doesn’t know how to make his dreams true optimum as Durgesh does.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand beamed at me with immense pride.
“But,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled unwearyingly, “similarly Durgesh isn’t a woman, is he?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand laughed.
“Jījū is the Absolute Man.”
“Yet, not a woman.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan repeated insistently.
“Oh, sure.”
“Therefore he can’t understand what we womankind need actually as optimum as I can.”
“Bājī,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand protested.
“There are so many things, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, that we womankind never tell even our life partners.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at me.
I was grave now.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, you believe your Jījū more than you believe your Bājī, don’t you?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand watched her gravely.
“My morals are more identical with Jījū, Bājī. I never hide it from anyone.”
“You, your Jījū, Abbū Imām, you all never try to understand how to get Pseudo Musalmīn votes. The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually the most confused persons in the Multiverse.”
“I see.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely.
“The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually always the pendulums between True Islam and Pseudo Islam.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr interrupted.
“The police has told me that it isn’t established beyond doubt that the victim of the murderer is Colonel Åbdul Raħmān.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ironically.
“The police is playing a deep game so that Ved Nagar can’t be held politically responsible for the murder of one of my Commandos. It’s only a razzle dazzle. Both the nations India and Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat do understand they don’t want to antagonize Ved Nagar. They can’t afford it.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr laughed.
“Ved Nagar can do anything?”
“Almost anything.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly.
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr looked at Amīnah Zahīr.
“I’m unable to understand, my lady, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat is smiling triumphantly however her reliable commando is murdered. The police say they can’t establish beyond doubt that the body is really that of Colonel Åbdul Raħmān. She has deputed Colonel Åbdul Raħmān on some secret mission and Ved Nagar administration itself has helped her, Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat actually.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr, you are promoted to be the leader of Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn. Congratulations. You really understand what we do more efficiently than the rest of you.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr bowed half to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, respectfully.
“Shukriyah, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated.”
Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
“Bājī, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated, I own a ranch in Nevada as well as I own a ranch here at Ved Nagar too, both with Durgesh, of course, as you yourself own each and every property you have, with Durgesh, yourself, everywhere, even in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. It’s rather a large holding. Durgesh likes it. I like to live there with Durgesh. Durgesh loves Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān houseladies especially. There’s a guest ranch, a so called dude ranch, adjoining our property in Nevada. I find some of the guests women who stay there are rather interesting. It’s unfortunate that they find Durgesh more interesting rather than me.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sensitively.
Amīnah Zahīr only kept smiling respectfully.
“As you can well judge yourself, Bājī, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā reincarnated, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, many of these guest Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān houseladies, are not there simply because they like the idea of recreation on a guest ranch in Nevada. They are there because they want to establish a six weeks’ residence in order to get a divorce.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand watched his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim gravely.*
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim winked at her husband impishly.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand averted his eyes hastily to look at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, me and Muħammad bin Qāsim whether anyone of us has noticed it.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was not backward, yet he was relatively more sophisticated than his ever impish ever naughty wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand respected Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and me both more.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, instead, always teased both of us.
She was my Sālī after all, my sister in law.
Amīnah Zahīr joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan this time in smiling cunningly as well.
“I am frank to admit that most of those Musalmān Beauties, those Musalmān houseladies, take interest in Durgesh usually, naturally.”
“Naturally?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim nudged me.
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim!” I admonished her.
“Sure,” Amīnah Zahīr said, “yet we can’t blame them. They are there for divorce. It’s obvious they are separated from their husbands already. Consequently, missing sex and a loving masculine attention already for a relatively long time. When they find even Durgesh is available to them, well, they start to enjoy sex with Durgesh sooner or later.”
“Every one of them?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim teased us impishly.
“Almost every one of them.” Amīnah Zahīr smiled sophisticatedly, “Usually, I mean, of course.”
“Of course.” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim’s impish eyes twinkled conspicuously.
Amīnah Zahīr winked at Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim and continued.
“The women who sever their domestic ties go to a state where they have no friends. They find themselves, usually for the first time in years, entirely on their own. They are apt to be lonesome, naturally. Consequently, apt to be seeking companionship too with as powerful a man as they can get. I happen to have a ranch that is accessible. Durgesh happens to be available as an utmost caring, utmost lovable, utmost loyal, utmost reliable, masculine friend. Why the hell they don’t take the advantage of the opportunity?”
“I agree with you, Amīnah Zahīr.” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim smiled cunningly.*
Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
“I had always lived on my ranch and enjoyed it until Al Samīnah Al Qāsim came to Nevada, to establish a residence on this adjoining dude ranch. She liked Durgesh and enjoyed more sex with Durgesh than she had enjoyed with even Abbū Imām, her husband. Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was a very determined and a very resourceful woman. She had a very definite plan of operation. We became very good friends gradually. Yet, I had long been for the right sort of investment here in Ved Nagar. Who doesn’t now, if s/he is capable? My real estate broker found this place. It was offered at what I considered a bargain as price go these days. I talked with Durgesh. Durgesh approved my decision. I told my dealer to close the deal without letting the owners even suspect that Durgesh was too involved anywhere. It would have caused the price to go to the sky. The deal was closed very quietly keeping the news as far as possible out of media.
“When our dealer had the property all in escrow, I simply slipped from my ranch in Nevada. Durgesh told Al Samīnah Al Qāsim that I had been called away very suddenly on business that would keep me out of state for some time. I would get in touch with Al Samīnah Al Qāsim as an opportunity presented itself. In the meantime I was working on a deal that was so confidential I couldn’t take any chance of having any slip.
“Durgesh and I jumped in our own private plane and flew to Denver. We had to stop for a few hours at our Denver branch office of HVSI Group of Companies, then flew for Ved Nagar. We picked up a new automobile that had been ready for delivery to our order, and came here to this place.
“I was very careful not to let Al Samīnah Al Qāsim know where I was. Durgesh was already available to her in his another body. Why the hell she had to pay any attention to what the damn I was doing? When Durgesh is available himself, the all a Musalmān Beauty, the all a Musalmān houselady is interested ever is undress Durgesh completely, undress herself completely, and enjoy sex with Durgesh as much as she can.”
Amīnah Zahīr was smiling cunningly now.
It was not easy for Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand to believe a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty could be that cunning.
His Bājī, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was really transforming the Musalmān Beauties, the Musalmān houseladies, miraculously.
Actually, his Bājī, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was herself a miracle after the greater miracle, Durgesh.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī was following Durgesh step by step very adroitly.
Moreover, she knew very well, very meticulously, where to deviate from Durgesh to transform Musalmān Beauties and extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies to use them optimum for establishing her dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
It was a miracle the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, criminals/criminal minded Musalmīn were being cuckolded fastest under her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī knew very well how to deal with the bastards.
Now, almost the entire global media even is acknowledging her ever great achievements.
It’s being written and discussed now surreptitiously that the Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had effectively decreased the terrorist and criminal activities of Pseudo Musalmīn, even though the movements are in themselves not as humane as they should have been.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has laughed.
“Humanity with the animals who never respect any human life except that of Pseudo Musalmīn? Never. I’ll cuckold every one of them, bastards. I’m not Durgesh. They are enjoying Durgesh’s so called humanity on the cost of innocent persons’ very life. I’m Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I have my own definition of humanity. Cuckold the bastards who never respect human life if it’s not a Pseudo Musalmān.” *
Amīnah Zahīr was grave now.
“The information that Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was in Ved Nagar comes out as a distinct surprise to me. She did not come here, however, last night or any other time to have the gasoline tank of her automobile filled. I haven’t seen her since I left Nevada. She is a very lovable woman, however. I happen to know that, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim, however, had a deep seated fear of her husband, Abbū Imām. She was planning something. I don’t know exactly what it was but I do know that Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was very much afraid of what her husband, Abbū Imām, would do when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim started to put her plan into execution.
“There are some things, however, I won’t like to say here in the presence of witnesses. But Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was talking of a picture, Abbū Imām and Durgesh’s yacht.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was suddenly all alert now.
“How do you know Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was talking of Durgesh Jījū’s yacht? I think it was another yacht that belongs to Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim. My wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, knows about it more, I think.”*
Out on deck, on my ‘yacht’, I found the fog had thickened until it was impossible to see more than a few feet in any direction.
The ship was facing upstream now.
Standing up there, I could hear the sullen gurgle of cold water as the current swirled around the anchor chain.
Confidently, thoughtfully, I moved aft, reached the stem of the vessel.
I saw a member of the crew.
He appeared to me to be so.
I didn’t know him personally.
Neither it was possible for me to know everyone personally who was in my staff.
I had a large staff even on this ship.
He was bundled up in a heavy mackinaw.
Standing motionless, I thought he must have been a night watchman.
If my assumption was correct he hadn’t to care anything for the guests.
He had only to wait simply the night out, standing there as still as a statue.
I walked back again toward I came from.
Suddenly, I stumbled over a piece of rope.
I couldn’t kick it to one side.
It must not be there.
Hell, the security must be instructed to find out and inform me why it was there.
The security in charge regretted the incidence and promised me to find out immediately.
I walked back to a position amidships on the starboard side.
I stood there for some ten minutes lost in thought.
I was aroused suddenly.
It was a sudden stabbing sound of a woman’s shrill scream, from the vicinity of the bow.
A sharp report followed almost instantly by a peculiar series of muffled splashes.
I looked to the stem.
The man who had been on duty as watchman was no longer there.
It was possible he had run to the bow, keeping to the port side.
Was he really a watchman?
Now I doubted even it.
I turned to dash back toward the bow.
I heard the soft patter of hurrying feet and then, almost without warning, a figure, walking confidently down the deck, collided with me.
I felt the soft touch of damp silk.
My nostrils caught the faint scent of perfume.
I realized the woman I was holding in my arms was stunning, confident and definitely not in panic, even infinitesimally.*
My first assessment was that she was the woman who screamed.
She was the woman the soft patter of whose hurrying feet I had heard.
But the stunning Beauty I was holding in my arms was neither hurrying, nor she was in any condition so that I could say she was the woman who screamed.
It was a sudden stabbing sound of a woman’s shrill scream, from the vicinity of the bow.
I couldn’t forget it.
I could feel the pumping of her heart, the tension of her muscles.
Her hand moved and inadvertently it touched my ever sensitive rising Uncut Hindu Penis.
Yet I was suddenly all alert.
I had caught the glint of faintly reflected light from some metallic object.
I realized immediately she was carrying a gun.
From up near the bow I was expecting the cry that was so ominous to seamen the world over.
‘Man overboard. MAN OVERRR-BOARD!!’
But no, it wasn’t there.
Nevertheless, from the sea, there came a series of thumping noises against the side of the ship.
It seemed that some struggling kicking object was swept past by the current on the side of the ship opposite to that where I was standing.*
There followed an instant of silence.
The extremely stunning Beauty in my arms had deliberately grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis now.
She was even playing with it now, even more confidently than she came into my arms colliding with me.
It was my ship.
I owned it.
But I didn’t know who this dazzling Beauty was.
She was anywhere around twenty eight.
The most she could be, thirty, not more.
Her build, body and behavior was telling me that she herself was too a Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.
Her frankness was telling me, she belonged to one of the ever notorious Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
I didn’t know why I had a feeling now that I had seen her with Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl.
She resembled Åābidah Ibrār Ålvī very much.
Yet, I could not place her still now.
Then I suddenly placed her.
I hadn’t seen her with Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl.
I had seen her with Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl instead.
She was present when I kicked Muħammad Kamāl and Aħmad Kamāl both out of their own house, claiming that Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, and Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, 20, were, all the three, my wives now.
She was standing there enjoying the incidence very much.
Chapter 53
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Chapter 51
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Sun sparkled from the crested tops of restless waves.
I paced the deck, enjoying fresh air and the mild sunlight through clouds.
My hands were thrust deep in the pockets of a double breasted coat.
My rubber soled shoes trod lightly along the teakwood deck.
The cold breeze tried to ruffle my ever black hair unsuccessfully.
The heavy door from the forward social hall was pushed open one inch or two.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shouldered it open.
She stood there with wind whipped skirts.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stepped across the high threshold.
Both of them released the door.
The wind pushed it against the automatic door check.
I walked behind both of them.
“Ship Ahoy!” I called.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Samīnah Al Qāsim, both turned to me.
“The other side is less windy.” I smiled at both of them.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan nodded.
The cold wind was blowing the tendrils of hair across her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān face.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan introduced us, “this is Durgesh, my husband, and the Hindu husband of us entire extremely striking Musalmān Beauties, if you don’t mind my bluntness.”
“Naåīmah,” I admonished Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan somewhat curtly, “behave yourself, you stupid.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim smiled at me.
“It’s alright. I never mind. Most of us extremely attractive Musalmān Beauties, rather, never mind your titles related to us, actually. We think they are in fact compliments to us Musalmān Beauties instead.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.
“Now, come on. You Hindu scoundrel, the ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties, we both are starving to death.”
I laughed,
“Let’s go, my extremely stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives.”
With an extremely attractive Musalmān Beauty on each of my Hindu male arm, I started forward along the deck.
They were playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis impishly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had unzipped me and had brought it out.
With every female treatment of both the extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauties my Uncut Hindu Penis was extending and growing in their fists violently.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was playing with it rather shyly somewhat, but Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not ashamed of it even a bit.
Rounding the bow, the wind pushed us down the sloping incline, into the lee of the deck.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim put her hair back into place, laughed, and said,
“That’s what’s known as wind blown job. I’ve been hearing a lot about you, Durgesh.”
“I’m glad.”
“Most of my extremely beautiful Musalmān women friends are already enjoying your Hindu sex kicks.”
“I’m honored.”
“They say you’re unique in love and lovemaking both.”
“Tell them my numerous thanks.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim faced me with laughing, dark eyes, full red lips, parted to reveal teeth that glinted as whitecaps in the sun.
The silk blouse, open at the neck, disclosed the sweep of her tremendously lovely Musalmān throat, the rounded curve of her firm breasts.
“Durgesh darling, I saw you and my Ammī fucking and talking last night. I bet Ammī told you all about the family mystery.”*
I looked at Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
“Mystery?”
“Sure. Don’t try to act innocent.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan flashed me a quick glance,
“What’s the family mystery, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?”
“The disappearance of my portrait. Ammī packed my autographed picture in Abbū’s bag. She locked the bag carefully. When they unpacked, my picture was gone from the frame. Someone had inserted one of Zāherah Ħusayn instead, the Pakistani Musalmān heroine that worked in Indian movies too. I resemble her to the extent as if we both are twin sisters. Now, what do you know about that?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan glanced reproachfully at me.
“I know nothing about it. What does your Ammī think about it? If she has talked with Durgesh about it, we can…”
“That’s the point. Ammī is making it darkly mysterious. Well, don’t deprive her of her thrill. If Ammī tells you about it, act as if you didn’t know anything before Ammī told you it.”
“You are sure Durgesh and your Ammī were fucking when they were talking?”
“I watched them myself.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim said curtly, “My Ammī was on her knees and our Durgesh darling was fucking her from her glorious behind. You say Durgesh is thirty four, why the hell then he is interested in my Ammī more than me?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched me furiously.
“He loves big heavy female Musalmān buttocks filling his nude Hindu male lap when he fucks us, damn it.”
“She does not take it seriously.” I smiled.
“Me?” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis more, to make me suffer from pain somewhat.
She raised her chin and laughed into my face.
“My parents think I never take anything seriously—life, liberty, or the pursuit of love. I’m the flippant younger generation. Hell, they never suspect it’s my act only. I’m immensely serious about everything.”
“And how about your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim? How does he take it?”*
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis significantly.
Despite her tremendous efforts to act as if my Uncut Hindu Penis was not the first she was playing with, her inherent shyness and enormously hidden nervousness were constantly telling me I was the ever first man in her life she was enjoying even the foreplay with.
I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan disapprovingly.
Why the hell Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan doesn’t understand?
Her Seven Movements had upset the normal life of almost everyone, almost entire humankind.
“Oh, Abbū takes it right in his stride.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim said, “He is a Thinker, carries the Multiverse on his shoulders. Despite the fact that you are the ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties, Abbū thinks you are Imām Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām .”
“Nonsense!”
“Well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said innocently, “I think…”
“You don’t think, you never think.” I said coldly, “You just fix a target and conspire to achieve it.”
“My dear ever best ever greatest fucker of us extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly, “it takes a deep thinking even to conspire.”
“Shame on you.”
“Let it be. I damn care.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me, entirely unashamed of herself, “You mankind think every shame is for us womankind only. I refuse to obey your ever selfish decisions. Why the hell should we womankind obey you mankind? After all we womankind are infinitely more in numbers than you mankind are. In Democracy…”
“Oh shut up,” I said, “I’m fed up of your communal philosophies. You think every Musalmān male is a terrorist or a potential terrorist at least. But the Musalmān Beauties are neither. Every Hindu male is a born democrat, and…”
“Prove me wrong.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan challenged me.*
I smiled curtly.
“As if I haven’t already every now and then.”
“Never.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said shamelessly, “You have only argued every time.”
I squeezed her buttocks.
“Sālī, ‘Ūnŧh ré ūnŧh, térī kaun sī kal sīdhī’?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into Al Samīnah Al Qāsim’s heretofore virgin mouth.
I felt embarrassed.
But to my surprise, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim kissed it lovingly, licked it and then started to suck it ravenously.
“I’ll be damned.” I murmured to myself.
“Enjoying it?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked Al Samīnah Al Qāsim impishly.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim nodded, brought my Uncut Hindu Prick out of her mouth and said.
“My Ammī was not the first I saw Durgesh fucking.”
“Allah Allah! I never thought you were so veteran a voyeur.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
“A virgin is a voyeur mostly.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her step Ammī cunningly.
“Ammījān, I think you are right. I was also a veteran voyeur until I seduced Durgesh.”
Both of them laughed.
“You were telling me about your Abbū.” I reminded Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.*
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim smiled.
“Only occasionally can I get Abbū to set it down long enough to play with me.”
I squeezed her breasts.
“Sālī, that doesn’t answer my question.”
“You can’t call me Sālī, your sister in law. I’m your Ammī in law, your mother in law instead. Don’t forget Imām Muħammad Ħasan is still my husband.”
“Ex-husband.” I reminded Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
She laughed.
I watched her dubiously.
Was she still married to Imām Muħammad Ħasan?
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is guiding and patronizing her?
But how the hell could it be?
Imām Muħammad Ħasan still has four duly legal Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Yes, he doesn’t touch them anymore.
I fuck all of them instead.
But they are still his wives legally.
Is Al Samīnah Al Qāsim playing some deep game with Imām Muħammad Ħasan?
If Al Samīnah Al Qāsim hasn’t divorced Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Al Samīnah Al Qāsim is his fifth legal duly married wife.
Does Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan know it?
Has she planned deliberately to exile Imām Muħammad Ħasan from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat to protect him from Al Samīnah Al Qāsim?
I was more vigilant now of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Samīnah Al Qāsim both.*
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr smiled patronizingly.
“Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was a commando. Wasn’t he?”
“What the hell do you mean?” Muħammad bin Qāsim grimaced, “Commandos can’t be murdered?”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, and even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled sophisticatedly, yet patronizingly at Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.
“I suppose,” Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr said, “all this is just a conversational background, a barrage, a bombardment, of words. They are trying to get us to commit ourselves. Umm-al-Åālmīn, I’m quite certain either Umm-al-Åālmīn Al Samīnah Al Qāsim is playing some deeper game, or Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Umm-al-Åālmīn, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself has planned it. Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was her commando. It wasn’t easy to murder him.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, and even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled again.
“I’m not Allah Rabbil Åālmīn, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Yet you are Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā herself reincarnated. Aren’t you?”
“Sure,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “nevertheless, not Allah Rabbil Åālmīn.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Her worst critics claim Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is following her Hindu Live in relationship partner’s every step. What Durgesh Jījū has done Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī would also do action by action. You can’t win her, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.”*
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was now on her knees.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was visiting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt now.
“Once a barrister always a barrister. Are you cross examining me now, my Hindu Love?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling watching my still growing Uncut Hindu Cock penetrating the glorious glamorous Musalmān Cunt of Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
Despite my constant efforts to avoid them, Jet Musalmān Beauties were still constantly succeeding in winning my Uncut Hindu Penis for their ever aggressive ever feminist Musalmān Cunts.
It was necessary.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
It was the only solution to stop the kidnapping, smuggling and selling of Musalmān Beauties.
Only Hindu husbands/Live in relationship Partners could be trusted.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both wanted to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Yet, none of them could have the courage enough to say it openly.
Not only Musalmīn, even Durgesh was against it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used it to win Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both despite my opposition.
She made it a movement.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim,” I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of her glorious Musalmān Cunt until only its head remained inside, “what does your father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, say about it? What are your own theories incidentally?”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim shook her head.
She waited a few minutes for me to push my Uncut Hindu Cock back into her ravenous Musalmān Cunt, but when she saw I was concentrating somewhere else instead of on fucking her optimum, she felt her extraordinary Musalmān beauty insulted.
“Hey, where the hell are you concentrating? Give me that back.”
“What?”
“Your legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. Push it back into me. Will you?”
“Oh, sorry.”
“You must be. I would never forgive you if you ever do it again. Once out, I want it into me back, immediately. Do you understand?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Does he do it with you too?” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and answered my question as well, “I don’t have theories. I’m too young. Moreover, I’m a practical woman rather. I never dream of anything. I march ahead instead, and get it practically, as I’m going to do now.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim pushed her own gorgeous glorious Saåūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back into my nude Hindu male lap and swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt deepest, “I love it deepest, my dear.”
“Abbū Imām liked your aggressive sex?” I smiled fucking her somewhat more vigorously now.
“Never. He is too a damn fool Musalmān.”
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim Ammī.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan protested disapprovingly.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim laughed.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, my dear immensely successful daughter. I’m with you, because you are running your Seven Movements, you have vowed taking Al Qur’an Al Karim in your pious hand to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. That’s what these damn fool Musalmīn need. Replace them with Hindus for ever and forget the bastards.”
“You ever communal bitches,” I said curtly, “always thinking with your ever ravenous Musalmān Cunts instead of with your brains.”
“No Musalmān bastard is here to appreciate you.” Al Samīnah Al Qāsim too smiled curtly, “I know you adopt this attitude to please your Musalmān fathers in law and your Musalmān brothers in law. They don’t have any power now. They are cuckolded to you and us, their Musalmān houseladies.”
“You are helping their enemies. Have you ever thought of it?”
“Qāzī jī dublé kyon? Shahar kā andéshah. Why the hell you always think of others, instead of yourself and us? Enjoy our extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bodies, you stupid.”*
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr.
“You have a telephone over there in the corner. Just ring the Ved Nagar police and ask them if a Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was murdered at an early hour this morning.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr promptly crossed over to the telephone, smiled sharply and said,
“That’s a very nice bluff you’re running. We won’t let it work however. I’m going to call you cold right now. Whenever someone makes a pass at me I call him/her then and there ineludibly.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr picked up the receiver.
“I want the police station, please,”
Then, after a moment, he said,
“Can you kindly tell me whether a Colonel Åbdul Raħmān was murdered this morning somewhere near Oceanside, Ved Nagar?… Never mind who this is. I’m simply asking a question…Well, let’s put it this way. I might be a witness in case there’s anything to it…”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr held the receiver in silence for several seconds.
Amīnah Zahīr was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick into her teen Musalmān Cunt in the meantime, smiling smartly.
She was herself fucking me now.
I stood still there on my knees behind Amīnah Zahīr.
Entirely nude Amīnah Zahīr was herself making the back forth and again back movements ruthlessly.
When it came out to sex, Amīnah Zahīr was almost an female animal with me.
It was rare I fucked her.
Mostly Amīnah Zahīr fucked me herself.
And that even almost most savagely usually.
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr suddenly said in the mouthpiece,
“Thank you.”
Then he slammed the receiver back into place.
He turned and faced his audience.
Then he started pacing the floor.
His eyes were half slit in thoughts.
He pushed his hands down deep in the side pockets of his double breasted coat.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim were watching him patiently, yet with a smirk.
Abruptly, Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr turned, standing with his back to the wall.
“All right,” he said, “I’m security in charge here. Ms. Amīnah Zahīr is not a nobody. She virtually owns our Kħilāfat Movement. She is one of the most important sponsors to our cause.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled contemptuously.
“Oh sure, I happen to know all of your bloody movement. What’s it? You are fighting for establishing a Triple Society, a Threesome Society actually. Musalmān wife, Hindu lover and thoroughly Cuckold Musalmān husband. Shame on you. You call it a Kħilāfat Movement? I’m surprised. Ms. Amīnah Zahīr is one of your most important sponsors, not because she and the other similar sponsors are sympathetic to you. They want you cuckolded. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is running Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Movement. Your Triple Society is helping her cause. Jījū is against it because Jījū is against the humiliation of any human being whosoever the hell s/he is. Why the hell don’t you understand? Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is revenging what you Pseudo Musalmīn have done with Musalmān womankind. That’s why her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, is against her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah despite his exile from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
Sheikħ Al Abū Bakr raised his right hand.
“I know you want to argue against our Kħilāfat Movement and even Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah as well. Imām Muħammad Ħasan has invited us to a Grand Meeting on the ‘Yacht’ of your Jījū. We have accepted the invitation. It’s not the proper place to discuss these utmost important political crises.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at me helplessly.
I smiled.
“Your Bājī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is destroying the Musalmīn completely, either under this disguise or that. She is taking advantage of each and every superstition of Pseudo Musalmīn. I’d told you, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, already.”*
Chapter 52
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 48
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Chapter 48
Durgesh Muħammad bin Qāsim
Durgesh Taufīq Fātimah
Muħammad bin Qāsim remembered that he looked at me expectantly.
We were still on the Yacht then.
I was watching the sealed envelope Muħammad bin Qāsim had given to me.
“Taufīq Fātimah knows ACP Suraiyā Jamāl personally and she has mentioned to me two or three times, Jījū, that ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is a dangerous antagonist.”
“Taufīq Fātimah is right.” I said gravely.
Muħammad bin Qāsim watched me peculiarly.
“Jījū, am I to assume that perhaps there was some particular significance that attached to her remarks?”
“Taufīq Fātimah is your wife now, Sālé Miyān; you should understand that she isn’t a fool.”
“I know. Would ACP Suraiyā Jamāl cross examine me?”
“Your father’s disappearance isn’t a normal event in Ved Nagar. Is it?”
“Certainly not. ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is already asking me searching questions. About my poisoning, I mean. Not about the mysterious disappearance of my father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
I kept quiet for a moment only.
Then I whirled at him.
“As most of the Musalmān Beauties are nowadays, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is also against Pseudo Musalmīn very much. That’s why Abbū Imām and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has chosen ACP Suraiyā Jamāl to assist Muħammad Åbdullah, the Commissioner of Police here.”
“The Musalmīn are suffering now on the entire globe due to the mad activities of crazy Musalmān terrorists.”
“The Musalmīn must oppose the terrorists more than they are doing now.”
“There are some Musalmīn that think the terrorists are right.” Muħammad bin Qāsim clenched his fists in frustration and helplessness.
“That’s the problem the rest of the Musalmīn have to face if they don’t oppose the terrorists.”
“The Musalmīn are now deliberately marrying their ardent Musalmān sisters and daughters to Hindus now. They think it would prove they aren’t communal at all.”
“Well?”
“Abbū married Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī to Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. I was against it first, but when I listened to what Abbū had to say in the matter, I myself had to agree.”
“I see.”
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl put in quite a bit of time asking me why we allowed Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī to marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“She is quite inquisitive about these matters.” I smiled somewhat curtly, “As Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl does too believe in Dr. Ali Sina that every Musalmān is either terrorist or potential terrorist at least. Sorry, the more I try to explain then it isn’t correct the more they believe I am being kind to the Musalmīn on the cost of Non Musalmīn’s life and wealth.”
“Well, they are correct. I myself think sometimes that you are more lenient to Musalmīn than to the Non Musalmīn.”
I whirled at Muħammad bin Qāsim once more.
“The hell you do.”*
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled apologetically.
“I don’t want to lie to you any more, Sorry.”
“Sālé Miyān.” I smiled, “It’s alright. Okay.”
“I was poisoned a few days ago.”
“Before your father disappeared?”
“Yes. I thought it was a simple case of food poisoning, but apparently, it wasn’t. Anyway, that’s what ACP Suraiyā Jamāl says. She wants to make a lot of trouble.”
There was a moment of silence.
Only the sound of water slipping past the sides of the yacht was audible.
Moreover, it was plainly audible.
“I see.” I said.
“Taufīq Fātimah, my Hollywood Star wife, and I had dinner there. Both of us didn’t eat the same things. Taufīq Fātimah had red wine. I had white wine then. Taufīq Fātimah had prime ribs of beef cooked rare and French fried potatoes. I had fried oysters and vegetables. Only the desserts we had was the same. After half an hour of our eating, we both became ill. Taufīq Fātimah was only slightly ill while I was quite ill. I thought it a typical case of food poisoning.”
“I’m listening to.” I said.
I stood with my elbows over the rail.
I was looking down at the rippling water that curled up against the sides of the vessel, splashed over into little foam crested ripples and then fell rapidly astern.
There was silence for several seconds.
Then, Muħammad bin Qāsim said abruptly.
“I think we’re headed for the island, Jījū.”
“That’s right, Sālé Miyān.”
“I was talking about this food poisoning.”
“That’s right.”
“I requested you to protect Taufīq Fātimah if I die. I’m still waiting for the answer.”
“If Taufīq Fātimah would be implicated, I promise you to protect her if she is innocent.”
“She is innocent, Jījū. She is innocent. Somebody is trying his/her best to frame her.”
“Why?”
“She is a Hollywood Star, isn’t she?”
“So what?”
“Most of us Musalmīn don’t want to give that much liberty to Musalmān Beauties ever. We are so over possessive that we are crazy to govern even the lives of the Musalmān Beauties that aren’t related to us in any manner.”
“Are you telling me?”
“I think some crazy Musalmān is behind it, not Taufīq Fātimah. He/she wants to punish me by killing me in this way and let Taufīq Fātimah to go to gas chamber for the so called murder of her husband.”
“Well?”
“I was pretty sick. I called a physician. The same physician treated Taufīq Fātimah, my wife.”
I didn’t say anything.
Muħammad bin Qāsim continued to say.
“I explained to the physician treating both of us that it was food poisoning, probably something that had been canned because there was a burning metallic taste in my throat.”
I still didn’t say anything.
Muħammad bin Qāsim again continued.
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl showed up yesterday afternoon and told me that I had been poisoned by arsenic. I think she is after to make something of it.”
“What?”
“She asked me a lot of questions about what enemies I had and all that sort of type. Allah, I don’t want any newspaper and/or news channel notoriety of anything like that, particularly right at this time. I’m putting across several important business deals, Jījū, you already know.”
“That’s right,” I confirmed him, “How did ACP Suraiyā Jamāl think the arsenic get in the food?”
“She didn’t bother to tell me that. Instead, she wanted me to tell her that. I suggested her to go to the restaurant. If she is right about the arsenic, it might be the cook of the restaurant. Who else?”
“Anyone else poisoned?” I asked.
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said that there had been no other complaints.”
I raised my eyes.
The sun was setting.
A thin moist haze seemed to be rising from the water.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan came along the deck.
She said cheerily.
“Hey, you both look rather serious. Spoiling your appetite by talking some damn business?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Certainly not, Bājī. I was telling Jījū about ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s visit yesterday afternoon. You advised me to tell Jījū everything.”
“Oh, I still think it was food poisoning. You are already all right now.”
“Fit as a fiddle.”
“Yet, somewhat pale, however.”
“That’s an elder sister’s over concern, Bājī, nothing else.”
“Nonsense. What did your Jījū say?”
“He hasn’t. He was to say something when you came.”
“Well, I’m rounding up the guests for cocktails.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled authoritatively, “Dinner will be served in about thirty minutes. Your Jījū said he wants to give the cocktails time to take hold.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim asked casually.
“Bājī, do you know whether we’re headed for some fixed direction, or are we just cruising?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan put her right index finger on her lips.
“I’m not talking, sorry. Sealed orders from your Jījū.”
“We’re probably going to the island.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“I don’t want to be impolite to you, Muħammad bin Qāsim. But I’m living in relationship with your Jījū now for four years about. During these years I’ve learned when it pleases Durgesh that I talk and when it pleases him that I won’t.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim teased her.
“Oh, come on, Bājī. You are not an ordinary wife any more. You are Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
“Jacqueline Lincoln is the Everfirst Lady President of United States of America. But even Jacqueline Lincoln knows how to govern our ever indomitable Hindu husband. If we want something, we are cheerfully ready to pay for it. It’s an art to govern your husband.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
I was smiling on the efficient smartness of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She was indomitable too.
Only Durgesh could govern Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Jacqueline Lincoln.
In addition, it was a great honor for me, I knew.
Muħammad bin Qāsim and I accompanied Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan down to the canopied after deck.*
The seven hundred eighty six girls caught up with Taufīq Fātimah just as she reached the strips.
“Taufīq Fātimah,” one girl shouted to her.
Taufīq Fātimah didn’t recognize any of them
Nevertheless, their number, Seven hundred Eighty Six, told her their special status.
They were Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s girlies.
Taufīq Fātimah was now almost sure of it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the utmost successful Musalmān Beauty now.
Why?
She has successfully managed to conquer not Durgesh only, despite her thirty-two years younger bubbling youth, she successfully used her live in relationship with Durgesh to establish Democracy in Saůūdī Årab too.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used her extremely stunning Musalmān beauty and immensely overflowing Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān youth for it.
However, it was because her parents were with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Taufīq Fātimah also wanted to do many things, but her parents are too orthodox and too conservative.
The Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties definitely knew who Taufīq Fātimah was, even if Taufīq Fātimah didn’t know any of them.
“We want a run,” one of the Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties said, speaking loudly so that the people passing them could hear the challenge, “You can lead and pick the point.”
“Done,” Taufīq Fātimah smiled triumphantly, “You said you are Seven hundred Eighty Six in number. C-786th then, Durgesh Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī localway intersection.”
The Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties frowned.
Does Taufīq Fātimah outexcel them in brains too?
All the Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties were around twenty-eight.
So was Taufīq Fātimah.
Taufīq Fātimah leaned over and rolled up the cuffs of her pants a little.
She could shake all the Seven hundred Eighty Six before they reached the destination Taufīq Fātimah had named.
More couples, some triples too, passed and stepped on to the nearest strip.
The triples were not as efficient as the couples were.
The Pseudo Musalmīn husbands that formed the third of the Triples, were not as efficient as their Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners were.
Does Bisexuality really affect the Pseudo Musalmīn husbands adversely?
Nevertheless, the Triples are not only legal here; they are surviving as well, despite futile terrorist attacks.
No terrorist attack ever succeeded here at Ved Nagar.
The Law and Order at Ved Nagar was marvelous.
The governments of almost every country now studying the management of the Law and Order at Ved Nagar, with the Ved Nagar Government‘s express permission of course.*
A dance music was being played on the canopied after deck.
Sidrah Aħmad was dancing with Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
Most of my Musalmān live in relationship partners and lady friends agreed with Shankar Mahāpralayankar more than with me.
“Your vision is right but your planning to achieve it is impractical, Durgesh darling.” Sidrah Aħmad used to say, “I think Shankar Mahāpralayankar is more practical.”
“Thank you, Sidrah Aħmad.” Shankar Mahāpralayankar beamed at her.
I smiled and looked at Nafīsah Salmān.
Nafīsah Salmān grimaced.
“I don’t agree with you, Sidrah Aħmad. You want to say, the terrorists cannot be controlled effectively if the noble persons too don’t resort to illegal means?”
“Sidrah Aħmad has a point there, Nafīsah Salmān.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan had looked at his wife gravely.
Nafīsah Salmān laughed.
“I never expect anything better from you, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.”
“Durgesh is a great man, no doubt.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, “But he doesn’t understand Musalmān terrorists psychology at all. He thinks the Musalmīn are terrorists, criminals/criminal minded because they are Uneducated/Under Educated.”
“It’s not true?” I stopped my Uncut Hindu Penis inside Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan entirely buried there to my balls.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wrapped her strong nude legs around my nude Hindu male waist.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Penis driven more into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I squeezed her nude young Musalmān buttocks and kissed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan on her lips.
“Dr. Ali Sina doesn’t agree with you, my dear Hindu husband.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me, contracting her vaginal muscles around my entire Uncut Hindu Shaft.
“And you think Dr. Ali Sina is a better authority on Islam than myself?” I smiled benignly enjoying my entire Uncut Hindu Shaft inside her young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly but he didn’t see anything himself.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar had now Sidrah Aħmad on her knees.
He was penetrating Sidrah Aħmad now from her glorious behind.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said gravely.
“Dr. Ali Sina isn’t alone, Durgesh. He has too many followers and even numerous Co-authors now.”
“What the hell you think it does mean Ħumairah?”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī kept licking my Uncut Hindu Cock visiting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s young Musalmān Cunt vigorously.
“Simply that Dr. Ali Sina and his Co-authors can’t be ignored only by shrugging our shoulders.”
“Dr. Ali Sina has challenged the followers and admirers of Islam if anyone of them proves him wrong, Dr. Ali Sina would pay him a large amount of money.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan chuckled, “Why don’t you accept his challenge, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! if you think Dr. Ali Sina and his Co-authors are not correct in their interpretation of Islam?”*
The dog, deftly avoiding Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s kick, stood watching Muħammad bin Qāsim with lips that curled back from his fangs.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said gravely.
“Come on in. Let’s go inside, sit down, and talk this thing over in a civilized fashion.”
“We may differ about our idea what the civilized fashion actually is.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled sarcastically.
Nevertheless, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smarter.
“Oh no, I don’t think so. You are as cuckold as I am. So, our ideas about what is civilized and what’s not can’t differ very much.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
“What the hell you mean? I am not cuckold even a bit.”
“You are, my dear boy, you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly, “Most of us Musalmīn are actually cuckold to our Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners whether we are bold enough to acknowledge and accept it or not.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr contemptuously.
“You are still alive despite your immensely hateful opinion about most of us Musalmīn, because you are living here at Ved Nagar. If you lived elsewhere the Musalmān terrorists had killed you already.”
“My dear child,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly once more, “You have only heard about Musalmān terrorists, don’t you? Have you met ever anyone?”
“What do you mean?”
“Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself is your Bājī. She is herself running the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband since she wasn’t even the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. She is the Brain and Power behind cuckolding most of us Musalmān husbands. What do you think? Durgesh has cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? Shankar Mahāpralayankar has cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? Hindus have cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? No, never. Our own Musalmān Houseladies have cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands.”
“Because you Musalmān terrorists were blaspheming Islam more than the non Musalmīn.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thundered at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr suddenly, “Even then the impotent Musalmīn were not criticizing you blaspheming bastards. We, Musalmān Houseladies of yours, never did cuckold you enjoying it very much. We did it because we didn’t have another option whatsoever. You bastard Musalmān terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn compelled us, your own Musalmān Houseladies, to cuckold you if we had to save our own Īmān.”*
Amīnah Zahīr raised her hand.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, have you come here to discuss the cuckolding of you Musalmān husbands?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed at Muħammad bin Qāsim contemptuously, scornfully.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was too indulged in discussions with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr he hadn’t even realized when Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had brought them through the first door to the left.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had led the way into the room that had been fitted up as a library cum bedroom.
It was a neat job of books and shelves.
I was fucking Amīnah Zahīr there on the bed.
“Kħush Āmadīd,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim, making a sweeping inclusive gesture, “Welcome.”
The party seated themselves.
“All right,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled at them melodically, “now let’s hear what you folks have to say.”
“You’re getting the cart and horse all mixed up,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled courteously, “We want to hear what you have to say.”
“We have nothing to say.” Amīnah Zahīr smiled disarmingly.
“You knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“Who says so?” Amīnah Zahīr smiled charmingly.
“I say so.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled charmingly too, “Amīnah Zahīr, you knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was in Nevada. You were quite friendly with her. You talked Al Samīnah Al Qāsim out of getting a divorce from her husband. You told Al Samīnah Al Qāsim that if she’d sit tight and let her husband think Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had secured a divorce, then when Imām Muħammad Ħasan had found some other interest he could be made to pay a lot of money for a settlement.”
Chapter 49
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 47
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Chapter 47
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah
The Ǻrab Sheikħ shifted his right hand to a position near the first lapel of his green coat.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand caught a glimpse of a revolver in a shoulder holster.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
Still having faith in violent means and strategies.
Ħuzūr S.A.W were compelled to use violent means in his divine holy lifetime to establish peace everywhere.
He S.A.W couldn’t do it another way.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was sure if Ħuzūr S.A.W were today he S.A.W would never have resorted to any violent means whatsoever.
The modern Ǻrab Sheikħs were never capable to understand Muħsin-e-insāniyat S.A.W.
They had erroneously surrendered to Ǻrab Imperialism in the name of Islam.
Consequently they had themselves killed the mission of Ħuzūr S.A.W unknowingly, imprudently.
Ved Nagar was a City of Shaktimāns.
What could the dog or his revolver do if Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand used his mind/spiritual power?
Present day Musalmīn, Pseudo Musalmīn actually, had faith in the means Yazīd Malåūn had more than in the faith Ħuzūr S.A.W had.
The dog, facing the door, elevated his tail, the tip of it waving to and fro.
A bolt shot on the inside of the door.
The Ǻrab Sheikħ opened the door for an inch or two.
A safety chain was holding it in that position.
A porch light clicked on, outlining Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand in brilliance.
“Who are you?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, “What do you want?”
“I’m looking for the master of this mansion.”
“What for?”
“I’d prefer to tell that to himself only.”
“Give me some hint to tell him why you want to meet him.”
“About some properties he has here at Ved Nagar.”
“As far as I know, the Boss is interested only in purchasing the properties here, not in selling.”
“This mansion is also owned by the Mayor himself?”
“Not by the Mayor of Ved Nagar. It’s on his personal name along with Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.”
“I’d like to meet anyone of them.”
“Well, not as late as tonight now. Go back to wherever you have come from, or to a hotel. Call on him after ten o’clock in the morning.” The Ǻrab Sheikħ started to close the door.
Then, something about the dog’s attitude caught the attention of the Ǻrab Sheikħ.
He asked suspiciously.
“Hey, how the hell did you get past that dog?”
“I happen to know something about their psychology.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled graciously.
“Well, the dog is not supposed to let anyone out of a car after dark.”
“It seems the dog made an exception in my case,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand kept smiling politely yet gracefully, “I just got out of the car and…”
“Why the hell the dog made an exception for you?”
“Ask your dog.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ frowned,
“Just who are you anyway?”
“I’m trying to find out something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ’s face became rigidly immobile.
“Know anything about her?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand asked politely in his sweetest voice.
“No,” The Ǻrab Sheikħ said, and slammed the door.
“Her bodyguard has been found murdered early this morning.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand called through the closed door.
He was taking safe risks using the general psychology of the Ǻrab Sheikħs.
There was no response.
Yet, on the other hand, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand heard no sound of steps in the corridor.
It indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ hadn’t turned away from the door.
It further indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ was hesitating whether to turn away or he should open the door.
It was the correct psychological moment to attack psychologically further more.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely, “Her bodyguard was driving the car. Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had her gasoline tank filled here.”
There was a pause, then the door jerked open.
“What was that you said?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ demanded.
“I said Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here sometime around twelve thirty o’clock in the morning and had her gas tank filled.”
“You must be drunk or crazy. I neither know which nor do I give a damn. Now, get back in your car or I’ll tell the dog to tear your leg off.”
“Do that and I’ll sue you persons for damages. It would be a fun to wind up owning a Ved Nagar ranch of you persons.”
“It isn’t that easy, my boy.”
“Go on,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand told the Ǻrab Sheikħ, “Tell your dog to tear of my leg and see what happens.”
“What the hell you want?”
“I want to ask something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“She isn’t here.”
“She was.”
“What if she was?”
“Ask the Mayor or Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled cunningly, “Being an arrogant dumb Ǻrab Sheikħ you may not understand what if Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was here while her bodyguard is found murdered, but neither Durgesh nor his Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb maybe as dumb as you are. Your indiscreet arrogance never allows you to use your wisdoms. Or, don’t you have any wisdom at all, man?”*
There followed a long moment.
During the moment, the heavy, sinewy, powerful Ǻrab Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, behind the door, met Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s smart and brilliant eyes in thoughtful appraisal.
He turned and looked at Amīnah Zahīr and me for instructions.
Just Eighteen Just Adult Amīnah Zahīr was still nude on her back.
I was still between her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.
My sixty four years old, utmost experienced, Musalmān Cunts Champion Uncut Hindu Lund was still enjoying its victory over the Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt, visiting it triumphantly, proudly, vigorously.
Amīnah Zahīr impishly nodded to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
She didn’t hesitate even for a second to face Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, while I was fucking her.
Ved Nagar Constitution allowed her.
That’s only what Amīnah Zahīr cared about.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was her ideal.
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was a proud nudist feminist, even now when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
It was the visitor’s responsibility to choose whether s/he wanted to see a pair in lovemaking or not.
The Citizens of Ved Nagar were constitutionally allowed to make love anywhere they damn pleased publicly.
The persons having objection, could leave the place, if they didn’t want to see them in making love.
Being himself a citizen of Ved Nagar Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand knew it very well.
Getting permission from Amīnah Zahīr, the Just Eighteen Just Adult young lady, involved in lovemaking with me, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr removed the safety chain from the door.
He invited them in.
“Come in. They are in lovemaking. But if you haven’t any taboo in watching them making love, you may come in.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“Thank you. None of us has any taboo whatsoever against watching our hosts making love. It’s their mansion. It’s their privilege.”
“Okay, you may come in, Mr.─?”
“Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“All right, Mr. Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, come in.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand turned back toward the car,
“Come on, Bājī, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Muħammad bin Qāsim,” he called.
“What about that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim called irritably, “Can’t you put him in his damned closet?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said curtly,
“The dog remains where he is. However, he won’t do anything unless I tell him to.”
“You, caretaker here?” Muħammad bin Qāsim asked trying to humiliate Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled curtly,
“Never mind. Don’t bother your child brain to understand my status here. Nevertheless, I’m representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan here, if it’s any of your damned business.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand interfered.
“We are also representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan. There isn’t anything to be arrogant to each other.”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t inform me of you peoples’ arrival on his behalf, neither Muħammad Åbdullah bothered to do so.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened the door.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim followed her Nanad Bājī, her sister in law.
Both of them slid out to the ground, walked confidently toward the porch, watching Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand standing there.
The dog turned to regard them, gave a low throated, ominous growl, but made no move.
Muħammad bin Qāsim had put one foot on the ground.
However, as soon as he heard the growl, Muħammad bin Qāsim promptly returned to the automobile and slammed the door.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim scornfully,
“Shame on you. Even the ladies are more daring. Damn you. It’s all right.” then he turned to the dog, “Shut up, Shérū!”
The dog ceased growling, regarded Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s confident approach with hard-eyed appraisal, ignoring Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim altogether, then slowly waved the tip of his tail.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, observed that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim made it all right.
He opened the door once more, placed his right foot on the ground tentatively, cautiously, followed it with his left foot, and took two or three guardedly diffident, timid, steps toward the porch.
The dog bristled, stiffened, growled, then suddenly made a lunge for Muħammad bin Qāsim.
Muħammad bin Qāsim whirled, raced back into the car just as the snarling dog flung himself against the door, his teeth snapping at the metal.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr opened the door, ran out on the porch, yelled,
“Shérū! Down! Damn it, Shérū, get down!”
The dog looked back over his shoulder.
Slowly and reluctantly, the dog sank to a crouching position on the ground.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled to himself.
That’s what he himself was to his wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
When Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā scolded him, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr did also sink to crouching position, near her beautiful sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān feet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted all of them that way.
Moreover, they hadn’t another option.
He was proud of himself that he was a cuckold to his extremely beautiful wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā and her Hindu lover, Durgesh, the greatest.
Ved Nagar was an actual Democratic City State.
Otherwise, the cuckold Musalmīn could never celebrate their Independence day openly.
Durgesh was against it.
Most of the HVSI persons were against it.
Nevertheless, most of them allowed the proposal to put to vote.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely glad when the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI ultimately announced the victory of the cuckold Musalmīn.
They were allowed to celebrate their Independence day.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service supported the cuckold Musalmīn.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely indebted and grateful to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
He shouted to the dog.
“Here, Shérū, come here. Come here to me!”
The dog turned and came toward Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as though expecting a beating.
“Damn you,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “I told you not to do that. Now you get down and stay down.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr walked to the car confidently with immense self-pride.
He wasn’t ashamed of himself that he was a cuckold husband.
Neither any of his cuckold friends was.
They had successfully formed a Cuckold Society maintaining their own kind of freedom with their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners.
It was a punishable crime now in Ved Nagar to disgrace them or their society.
It was a Society of Triples, instead of couples, supported by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.
The Musalmān wife, Hindu lover/live in relationship partner and Musalmān husband were the three members of a legal unit of it.
So many Musalmīn were against it, yet there were some Musalmīn too that supported the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband.
Their demand was ‘Cuckold the entire terrorists to disgrace and punish them publicly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself for them, reincarnated.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was watching Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr curiously.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said to Muħammad bin Qāsim, “Shérū won’t hurt you now.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked past Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr at the dog, and said huskily,
“If that damned dog makes a pass at me, I’m going to shoot at him.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim with cold hard eyes.
“You would do nothing of the sort if you don’t want to get hurt yourself. If you hurt the dog even infinitesimal, I’d break your damned neck. Understand?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted.
“You damned cuckold, I know everything about you. Never try to threaten me again, you shameless creature.”
“Well, it’s better to be shameless as I am than being shameful as you are. Now, come on.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim gritted through his teeth helplessly, quite annoyed.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smiling at Muħammad bin Qāsim with quite a smirk on his face,
“My boy, you won’t have any trouble with Shérū as long as you get out and come in moving confidently.”
“You bloody cuckold, are you teaching me how to behave with that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted quite irritated now.
“Sure, you impotent,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Damn you. I’m not impotent.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted again.
“Your girlfriends claim that you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled deliberately humiliating Muħammad bin Qāsim now.
“They are horny bitches. They claim my impotence only because they want to get sympathy of Durgesh and his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Hahahaha.”
“Shut up.”
“If you were a man why the hell your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends would need Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund instead of your cut Musalmān nūnī?”
“Cut Musalmān Lund.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted irritably.
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Cut Musalmān Lund.”
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr repeated, “That’s what your girlfriends call your entirely incompetent bloody sexual organ. Don’t they, my boy?”
“Shut up, you bloody cuckold.”
“Impotent.”
“It’s better to be even a cuckold than being impotent.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr kept laughing at Muħammad bin Qāsim.*
Muħammad bin Qāsim was surprised at the cuckold’s entirely unashamed aggressive behavior.
“Oh, come on.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “Move confidently but don’t ever start running from a dog, and don’t ever act as though you were afraid.”
“Stand still and let the damned dog tear a leg off, I suppose. Isn’t it?” Muħammad bin Qāsim said sarcastically.
“Impotent, your Jījū and your sisters didn’t have any trouble,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr pointed out, “did they?”
“The trouble I had,” Muħammad bin Qāsim told Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, “was enough to make up for all the four of us.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim eased himself out of the automobile and followed Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to the porch.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr invited them, “Shérū, get the hell back out of the way.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr aimed a halfhearted kick imitating his ever-dominant wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā used to aim at him with her foot.
He used to enjoy both the actions.
Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā kicking him with her foot as if he was her dog, instead of her husband and imitating her himself with Shérū and other dogs.
His critics laughed at him.
“You love blasphemy, don’t you?” his worst critic, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had watched Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr scornfully once.
“How do you mean?” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled at him as if it wasn’t anything abnormal.
“Your wife is also Zaynab bint Åāmir but she isn’t certainly Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Is she?”
“I respect her this way. Can’t I even respect my wife? Damn you.”
“Isn’t it a fact that when your wife gets fucked by Durgesh sitting on his lap, she uses you as her footrest, as her pedestal?”
“So what? I love it. I enjoy it.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled proudly, entirely unashamed of himself.
“You clean Durgesh’s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund after Durgesh sodomizes your wife, by sucking him taking it in your mouth. Don’t you?”
“It’s a new society, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Try to understand it Imām Sāħab.”*
Chapter 48
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 46
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Chapter 46
Durgesh Amīnah Zahīr
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
I said with a smile,
“I can’t believe how wet you are, but I love it, baby.” I nursed Amīnah Zahīr’s right nipple and my fingers teased her needy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Amīnah Zahīr lay with her eyes on me.
She was enjoying such an utmost skilled lover, even if, I was aged enough to be her father, rather Grandfather.
Wasn’t I?
Even then, it was normal for me now.
I was fucking countless Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties now every day, in my countless bodies.
The inauguration of their Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunts by me, was now itself a normal event of celebration.
Once I couldn’t believe it could even happen anywhere.
Yet, now I was doing it every now and then ceremoniously.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had now even changed the values of societies successfully.
Forever?
I don’t know.
“I’m so glad that we’re doing this Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! and I never want it to end.” Amīnah Zahīr said with immense love for me.
Amīnah Zahīr was ready for me to love her.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I’m on fire,” Amīnah Zahīr said with intense need and want.
“Well, why don’t you climb on and take your ol’ Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties! for a spin!”
Amīnah Zahīr heard me.
And Amīnah Zahīr was ready instantaneously.
In a flash, Amīnah Zahīr was on me now.
“Allah Allah! Oh God, I’m so horny, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as she rubbed her dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy on my rock-hard Hindu shaft.
Amīnah Zahīr got on her feet, squatting like a catcher in baseball and she reached down to guide me in her exquisite Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
“Oh yes! Oh yes, oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!! Allah! Ahhh, God!” Amīnah Zahīr screamed when my big, fat Uncut Hindu Cock-head slipped into her tiny Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy-hole, stretching it wider than ever before, but I was in her and nothing else mattered now.
“Oh fuck! Allah Allah! Oh my fuckin’ Goddess, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr squealed as my Uncut Hindu Cock-head spread her wide.
It hurt, but Amīnah Zahīr was not going to stop for anything.
It was her dream coming true now.
Most of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends were already fucking me even in public places openly.
She couldn’t do it because she wasn’t adult until now.
I held aminah-zahir‘s extremely beautiful gorgeous Musalmān butt as Amīnah Zahīr slowly lowered herself on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
As it entered her exquisite Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, her tight vaginal muscles grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund around its entire length and thickness.
It was as if I was being sucked by her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young mouth again.
I controlled myself from moaning.
Instead, I smiled proudly as Amīnah Zahīr lowered.
Amīnah Zahīr took me deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, while her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy sucked me in.
Moreover, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy sucked hard.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I love you!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as my Uncut Hindu Cock slipped deeper, deepest.
It felt so wonderful in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, filling it full of my Uncut Hindu Cock, but this Uncut Hindu Cock, was Mine and it was the best.
“Oh fuck…Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I love you so much!” Amīnah Zahīr grunted as Amīnah Zahīr lowered, easing more of my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her tiny Musalmān hole.
I smiled and lightly kissed her crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Just Eighteen Just Adult young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips, enjoying her young, fertile sex.
“I love you too,” I whispered as Amīnah Zahīr started rocking her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back and forth, side to side and any other way Amīnah Zahīr could move.
“Oh yeah, that feels good!” I moaned and held her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, savoring her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and Amīnah Zahīr’s tightness around My Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I love you inside me!” Amīnah Zahīr cried out as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy burned and juices were pouring from her, covering me and it made a wonderful sound.
“You’re so…fuckin’ big and long!” Amīnah Zahīr moaned as I slid deeper, deepest, continuing to stretch her.
The wet, slurp sounds filled her ears and Amīnah Zahīr loved hearing it.
“Mmmm, I’m so wet for you and your Uncut Hindu Cock is like…heaven,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled and her superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks started bouncing up and down, moving faster and with more need than ever.
I held Amīnah Zahīr and I could sense her need.
“Is My girl horny? Does My sweet baby need to cum on her Durgesh darling?” I whispered to her and Amīnah Zahīr moaned, moving faster and driving me deeper into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Amīnah Zahīr heard me and liked hearing me talking sexy to her.
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!. Talk sexy to me! I…love…it…Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr whimpered as Amīnah Zahīr continued to bounce up and down on my long, thick Uncut Hindu Cock.
“How sexy do you want it?” I asked as I squeezed Amīnah Zahīr’s ass, grinding her against me.
I could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy starting squeezing me.
Amīnah Zahīr loved my big, powerful hands squeezing her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and when I pulled her down, shoved myself to the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. “I like it…sexy as fuck! Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, I’m wanta be your Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān whore!” she yelled as she rocked side to side and quickly lifted up.
Amīnah Zahīr lowered back down and Amīnah Zahīr took me all.
I slapped her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass playfully and shoved her down on My Uncut Hindu Cock.
“You are too young to be a whore, even exclusively mine, but I can train you, bitch, if that’s what you really want to be!” I said with a ‘fake’ mean voice and I slapped her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Amīnah Zahīr slammed down and I drove to her core.
“I wanta be exclusively your…whore, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!! Please train me, please!” Amīnah Zahīr screamed as the sting from her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, quickly rushed over her entire body.
Amīnah Zahīr went up and down the entire length of My Uncut Hindu Cock, Amīnah Zahīr’s head was spinning and her heart was racing.
“Go faster, Amīnah Zahīr! Fuck your Durgesh darling, slut! Fuck your Durgesh darling.” I growled as I continued to slap each of Amīnah Zahīr’s ass-cheeks.
I started to lift My hips up, shoving My Uncut Hindu Cock to Amīnah Zahīr’s core.
“Oh yes, I’m nothing but an exclusively your whore… exclusively your whore…Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Amīnah Zahīr yelled out as I slapped her gorgeous, superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass playfully, rammed My Uncut Hindu Cock in her so hard.
I called her such wonderful names.
“I’m your nasty, little…whore!” she yelled louder as I lifted up, thrusting My long Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, touching places that Amīnah Zahīr never knew were there, until I found them for her.
“Fuck me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!! Fuck me, harder!” Amīnah Zahīr screamed.
Amīnah Zahīr came again.
I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy clamp around My Uncut Hindu Cock and I held Amīnah Zahīr as tightly as I could.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy grabbed me and it started pulling on me, hoping it could make me cum, but I needed a little more time in Sāliħah Ayyūb’s daughter’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, to cum now.
“Ahhh, that’s my Amīnah Zahīr,” I whispered when she fell on me. “Yeah, that’s my good, little Amīnah Zahīr,” I whispered again as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy grabbed me again and it pulled harder.
This time, it won and it got my Hindu cum.
“Oh fuck, you Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bitch! You fucking made me…cum!” I laughed as my Hindu cum shot from the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock and it sprayed deepest into the back of Amīnah Zahīr’s warm Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. “Ahhh, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! My God, Amīnah Zahīr! Oh baby, oh yes!” I grunted as I lifted my hips, making sure that my every, single Hindu seed was shooting deepest in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān belly.
Amīnah Zahīr lifted her head and smiled at me.
“Allah! Subħān Allah! Holy God, I do hope it’s that good every time!” Amīnah Zahīr smiled.
I smiled and my hands caressed over her long and very smooth back, when a strange thought, filled my mind. “Hey, I know that it’s a little late to ask this, but are you on the pill?” I asked and I could feel her giggling.
“Yeah, it is, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties, but didn’t you have a splendid time fucking me, your Amīnah Zahīr. Huh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?” Amīnah Zahīr watched a terrified look cover my face. “Huh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? Did you enjoy fucking your Amīnah Zahīr and cumming up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy? Mmmm, I bet you loved it, until you remembered about the pills!” Amīnah Zahīr laughed more.
“Hey, are you taking them or not?” I asked again.
“Well, I guess you’ll have to wait and find out, won’t you?” Amīnah Zahīr laughed and eased me from her used and very sore Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. “But, what would you say if I told you that I…wasn’t. What would you do?” Amīnah Zahīr asked me and snuggled against my side.
I just held her and thought for a second.
“I guess we would have a baby, wouldn’t we.” I smiled and it would be fun having a baby with Amīnah Zahīr, but Amīnah Zahīr is Sāliħah Ayyūb’s daughter and that would not go well.”
“I think it would be so fun, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I could give you ‘our’ baby.” Superb, extremely beautiful, Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady, Amīnah Zahīr, jiggled again, stretched up to kiss me.*
Suddenly I heard Shérū barking.
“Hell,” Amīnah Zahīr expressed her annoyance, “who the hell has come now!”
“Shoot the bolt up.” I smiled, “the big black German shepherd is walking on tiptoe around a car, his mane bristling, his nose busily inquiring as to the identity of the late visitors.”
The close circuit TV was opposite me.
Amīnah Zahīr didn’t even bother to look at the same.
“Don’t take any chances with that dog,” Muħammad bin Qāsim warned, “Blow the horn and let’s get someone to come out here and escort us in.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled confidently.
“Most of these ranches and estates here at Ved Nagar, belong to either HVSI group of Companies or the Musalmān Beauties living in relationship with Durgesh. I’d rather try the doorbell. That dog looks intelligent.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim retorted.
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Sālé Miyān,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled impishly, “it does with a dog.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand opened the door of the car.
The dog immediately bristled in hostile silence.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked down.
He caught the dog’s eye.
“Look,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said, as though addressing a human being, “I want to talk with the master of the house. I’m going to get out of this car and walk in a direct line right up to the porch. Then I ring the bell. You can follow along behind me to make certain I don’t make any false move. How’s that?”
With the last two words, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand raised his voice.
Then, without an instant’s hesitation Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand stepped on the ground.
The dog lunged forward, keeping his nose within a half inch of Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s legs as the new Managing Director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company walked around the car and up to the porch.
“Bājī,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand assured Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, “it’s all right, now you may come.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was watching his activities with apprehensive eyes.
“That’s what I said. But you didn’t let me…”
“I promised Māmū Imām, Bājī. Why the hell don’t you understand?”
“You protect me to this extent, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, while you are only my cousin. If you were my real brother I don’t know how much freedom I’d have gotten.”
“Māmū Imām has adopted me as his legal son now. You keep forgetting.”
“As if you let me forget it ever.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled with immense sisterly love for Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Nanad Bājī,” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim held her head high, immense proudly, “he is my husband. You opposed our marriage. Now what do you say?”
“Sorry, Chhoŧī Bhābhījān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan touched her ears.
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat is touching her ears, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī.”
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim raised her head higher more proudly.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand dropped his hands so that the open fingers were where the dog’s cold nose could explore them.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand walked up to the porch and pressed the bell button.
He could hear the sound of chimes inside the rather majestically built mansion.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand waited a minute, then pressed the bell button several times in quick succession.
From the brilliantly illuminated interior of the mansion, there was the sound of authoritative, confident, deliberate footsteps approaching the door.
A light switch clicked on, then another.
The already highly illuminated interior was more illuminated.
A door opened and through the glass in the window, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand could see the figure of an Ǻrab Sheikħ in a double-breasted green suit.
He was extremely strong and bearded depicting his extraordinary vicious manly strength.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
Ved Nagar was full of such Ǻrab Sheikħs.
Wasn’t it a miracle?
The immensely powerful Ǻrab Sheikħs were themselves representing their interests in Ved Nagar, Not through their representatives.
It was such a delicate matter that they refused to delegate their powers even to their utmost trusted persons.
Not only the Ǻrab Sheikħs, not only the Pseudo Islamic Countries, the entire humanity instead was represented here.
Ved Nagar was the factual Capital of humanity now whether one acknowledges it or not.
Legally, Ved Nagar was only a City State in India, enjoying special autonomous status as Jammu and Kashmir.
Chapter 47
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Chapter 24
Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Durgesh Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled.
She was now fucking me wildly moving her buttocks in rapid back and forth movements.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at her somewhat surprised.
Evidently, she didn’t expect it from Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
She expected tears from her and a horrible scene.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was prepared for both.
“Damn her!” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus gritted through her teeth to herself.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was quite confident and in immense possession of her faculties.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus expected Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd couldn’t listen to the awful things she was saying.
She would turn and run out of the house.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had planned to call after Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd that she had until tomorrow night to move her things out, otherwise she would move them herself.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd’s quite composure had thrown her off her grounds.
It was evident now that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd had herself transformed in her three months’ vacation.
Evidently, Durgesh was not fucking Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd today.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd feigned it that she fucked me one month ago first time and surrendered her virginity.
Actually, she was smart enough to fool Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s private detectives and had done it right under their nose, four months ago.*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm watched me.
What a man!
Equally popular among every age group of Musalmān Beauties.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Durgesh’s young Musalmān live in relationship partner.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim could be handled by Durgesh and Durgesh only, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had advised Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
“But Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wants my problem child to marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had laughed, “He would never marry a gambling girl.”
“We need Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand to face Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled patronizingly.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus needs Durgesh’s violent nonstop sex kicks, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.”
“Nonsense.”
“Act wisely. Al Safiyah Al Ghaus married Al Nadīm Al Quddūs because Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s elder brother. And Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is a billionaire. You are a trillionaire. Put Durgesh in front of her. Durgesh is a multi-zillionaire. Get rid of the both problem women you have.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm thought and decided to act under the shrewdest guidance of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.*
I was listening to Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
“I’m making up some of my lost life. I was brought up according to rigid, puritanic, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān standards.None of the people around me took time out to enjoy life. They couldn’t enjoy youth because they were preparing to take part in life, as if Hindus never do it. You Hindus, in my opinion, are enjoying life utmost optimum. The utmost Musalmān Beauties fuck you/you Hindus. Why the hell they don’t even learn from you/you Hindus how to enjoy life utmost optimum as well as to take part in it the best they can?”
I smiled,
“Why?”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was furious.
“Because we Musalmān Beauties are also damn fools as our Musalmān mankind is.”
I kept smiling non-commitally.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm went on furiously.
“What we utmost Musalmān Beauties enjoy with you/you Hindus is only an infinitesimally significant part of your grand superb every way accomplished life. I was a damn fool that I married Al Chughad Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. I must have married you. Even as one of your infinite live in relationship partners I would have gained more.”
“Thank you.” I smiled graciously, sophisticatedly, “Thank you very much. You have honored me very much, as well as us Hindus too.”
“Hey,” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed mischievously, “you are honoring me as well. Thank you very much.”
I looked at her perplexed.
“Sorry, I couldn’t understand you.”
She pointed her pointing finger toward between my legs.
“You have a nice erection there.”
I smiled sophisticatedly, elegantly.
“Sorry.”
“Are you? Really?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled cunningly, “For honoring my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān extraordinary beauty in such a nice way?”
I laughed urbanely.
“Hell, NO.”
“Want to do what it’s demanding?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm marched to me confidently and looked into my Hindu male eyes invitingly.
“If you are kind enough to honor my intentions too.” I too looked into Al Nāsirah Al Karīm’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes.
She grabbed my rocking hard Uncut Hindu Penis.
“I said I kicked loose from the conventional traces.”
I hugged Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
“Poor Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.” I whispered.
“Poor.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said significantly.
We kissed each other passionately.
She kept on holding my rock hard Uncut Hindu Penis.
Rather her hold on it more and more strengthened.
“Ravenous?” I whispered.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my husband, is a hell of a lover. He is only a money magnet. They say you are both.”
I cupped her buttocks.
“Nice Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān flesh you have there.”
“Thank you; enjoy in any manner whatsoever you damn please.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said smiling at me seductively.
We both undressed each other.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm kissed my Uncut Hindu Penis.
I kissed her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
She pushed me back.
I fell on my back.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm straddled me on my mouth keeping her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt on my lips and licking my Uncut Hindu Penis as well.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was extremely beautiful.
She was more beautiful in her glorious Musalmān nudity.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm swallowed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and started sucking me ravenously.
“Your first, darling?” I asked with immense love in my voice.
“Sure.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled suavely, “Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my damn fool husband hates oral sex.”
“How nice of him.” I said, “I am your first in your mouth.”
“And you’ll be the last too. Your Uncut Hindu Lund is very tasty.”
“Thank you.”
“I think I can have you in my mouth from now on whenever I damn please?”
“Oh sure, my pleasure, darling.”
“Hey, your Uncut Hindu Penis is still growing into my mouth. Wonderful. That’s a phenomenon, a miracle.”
“Thank you, enjoy.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm sucked me for almost one hour.
Then she straddled me once more.
Now she was facing me boldly.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm herself positioned my Uncut Hindu Penis between her quivering ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips.
Then instead pushing herself on it, she smiled at me.
“I won’t let you fuck me first. I am ravenous to fuck you myself. Sorry.”
“Go ahead. You are most welcome.” I smiled gracefully.*
Elbows on the rail, we looked down on the heads and shoulders of people leaning over the rails on the lower decks.
It was a latest ultramodern HVSI ship.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was glad that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had ultimately arranged her three months’ vacation.
She was gladder that her Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had managed me to accompany her in her vacation.
How grateful to Allah she was.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had successfully disinherited her from his own Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s property.
Yet, her Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had offered her to support from thereon.
Allah Raħmānirraħīm.
Alħamdulillāhi Rabbilåālmīn.
Arraħmānirraħīmi.
Māliki yaumuddīni.
Iyyāka nåbudu wa iyyaāka nastaåīnu.
Ihadinassirātalmustaqīm.
Sirātallazīn anåmt ålayhim ghairil maghzūbi ålayhim wa lā alazzwāllīn.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled at me.
“There’s the couple we saw last night in the restaurant.” she squeezed my hand.
I followed the direction of her gaze.
“She was in our cabin when our baggage came aboard.”
“Åāliyah Muħammad Ůsmān?” I said gravely.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled at me.
“Hey, you know her? Have you already fucked her even before me?”
“Nonsense.” I admonished Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, “She is the youngest daughter of Muħammad Ůsmān from his first wife Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah. And I haven’t fucked every Musalmān Beauty I know ever.”
“That’s why Åāliyah Muħammad Ůsmān is fooling around with that Underworld Don, Shankar Mahāpralayankar.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd winked at me, “The damn fool doesn’t know how hard your Uncut Hindu Lund is for us Musalmān Beauties. Even Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Lund doesn’t stand anywhere in comparison to your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, please! Can’t you comparatively younger Musalmān Beauties think of anything else?”
“Hey, you munāfiq, you hypocrite, what anything else is there to think of, better than your Uncut Hindu Lund, for us Musalmān Beauties?”*
I spanked Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd on her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks.
“Sālī, try to think something else too beside sex.”
She retorted.
“I’m neither that old nor crazy.”
I kissed her.
“Okay. Want me inside?”
“Don’t ask me ever, you idiot. Just go ahead and fuck me.”
She undressed me, kissed my Uncut Hindu Penis, licked it, then pushed me on my back and straddled me on my mouth in 69.
Her young adult Musalmān Cunt rested on my lips and she swallowed my Uncut Hindu Prick into her absolutely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
It was rock hard already.
“Have you noticed something, Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties?” she asked.
“I notice many things.” I winked at her, “What do you have?”
“In this ever largest ship, there are not Ashvinātam couples only. Most of them are Musalmān couples actually. But I don’t see even a single Musalmān fucking his Musalmān wife. Instead, several of them are watching their Musalmān wives either fucking Hindu males, or the Hindu males fucking their Musalmān wives.”
“So?”
“I know some of them personally. They hate Hindus very much. Yet, here…”
“They are taking it absolutely normal?” I smiled.
“Isn’t it surprising?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why?”
“It’s normal in this atmosphere. Most of the Musalmān Beauties on the ship believe that only Hindu males are their perfect match. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven movements: Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, have now created a mass belief of it. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah replacing Pseudo Islam completely.”
“I see.”
“So many persons now believe Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza personified, reincarnated.”
“Reincarnation is a Hindu belief, Durgesh. Islam doesn’t support reincarnation.”
“I know. Yet, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully made most of the Musalmīn believe that. Now it’s a mass belief whether true or untrue.”
“I see.”
“Mass belief is a tangible psychic force. Notice the authentic stories of persons who have violated Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands beliefs. Almost all of them met with disaster. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully established her dream society Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah on those islands. There are so many orthodox Musalmān families that didn’t have any male child. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan spread the rumors among them that if they visit Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands and leave at least one of their lady members there to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah they would certainly have a male child in their family.”
“And it happens?”
“And it happens.” I said, “Hundreds of Thousands of minds believe it now. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used her seven movements successfully to do it.”
“Hypnotism? Self-Hypnotism?”
“How the hell otherwise can you explain it?”
“Well,” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd laughed mischievously winking at me, “how interesting, how sexy, how miraculous and how true nevertheless.”
“Are you telling me?” I said gravely.
“Here comes Muħammad Ůsmān. But, hey, he doesn’t have his first wife, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah, with him. Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās, his newly wed fourth Musalmān wife’s elder sister, Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās is with him.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled astutely.*
Muħammad Ůsmān smiled at me energetically.
“Hi, Jījū, enjoying my one more sister?”
“Definitely not,” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd held her beautiful proudly, “He is a bloody softie moralist Hindu, not far better than any bastard Musalmān. He won’t enjoy any of your bold Musalmān sisters ever. Your bold Musalmān sister is enjoying the silly Hindu Jījū of yours.”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed.
“Jījū, she is dynamite.”
“Don’t worry sālé. I enjoy playing with these dynamites. Let her bark whatsoever she wants to. My Uncut Hindu Lund in her Musalmān Choot can take care of her even more than optimum.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd winked at me.
Muħammad Ůsmān and Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās laughed.
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās had retained a slender graceful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān figure and walked with long, easy strides.
Her dark brown eyes studied my ever-young face gravely, sophisticatedly yet seductively.
Eīshān!
I never met any Beauty in my life that didn’t looked at me seductively.
I didn’t know why.
Was it my infinite Bhogyantrānk?
Well, what the hell anything else could it be?
If I was handsome, still in my sixty-three, I wasn’t alone.
Was I?
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās watched me with interest then swung to Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
Muħammad Ůsmān, however, didn’t as much as shift his eye from my Uncut Hindu Prick penetrating Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd’s graceful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
She had changed her position in the meantime, yet still straddling me.
I watched Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās and Muħammad Ůsmān as they passed Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd and me.
Muħammad Ůsmān was now staring with preoccupation at the dark curtain of night beyond the magnificent latest new model HVSI ship.
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās was frankly sizing up her fellow passengers.
“You’ve met her?” I asked Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd watching Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās still now.
“Yes, they were in our cabin for a few minutes. You were in the bathroom then.”
I once more stared down at the couple on the lower deck.
Åāliyah Muħammad Ůsmān and Shankar Mahāpralayankar were still there.*
I was watching now the intermittent, irregular, flashing of signal lights, inhaling the scents of the warm tropical air.
The decks became silent and deserted.
The passengers had sought their cabins.
I turned abruptly as I felt the presence of some third person there.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was now on her knees and elbows.
I was fucking her from her young glorious behind now.
“Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās?” I commented somewhat surprised, “Now alone? Where is Muħammad Ůsmān?”
“He is with my husband Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī.” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās said gravely, “I’ve deliberately come to you alone. I want to consult you.”
“Consult me? Professionally?”
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās nodded.
I studied Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās with patient appraising eyes.
“What about?” I asked.
“About my daughter, Ħamd Yūnus Saåīdī.”
“Well,” I smiled, “I think you are misjudging my profession, Mrs. Yūnus Saåīdī. I’m not exactly a practicing barrister anymore. I don’t need to work for money now.”
“I know you are a multi zillionaire now. Yet you still work to protect the interest of us Musalmān Beauties. Don’t you?”
“Well,” I hesitated somewhat.
“Please, don’t refuse. My daughter Ħamd Yūnus Saåīdī and I both need you very much.”
“But your husband…”
“He isn’t my daughter’s father.”
“I see. You said your daughter’s name is Ħamd Yūnus Saåīdī.”
“Sure, sure, but it’s the name Ħamd Yūnus Saåīdī adopted deliberately. She hates her real father and me, both.”
“Why?”
“Because her real father is a Hindu.”
“I see.”
“Ħamd Yūnus Saåīdī hates me for it. She doesn’t understand Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī is a corrupt politician.”
My recent encounter with Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī flashed in front of my eyes.*
I tapped on the door of Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās’s apartment.
There wasn’t any response.
I tapped again.
“The door was flung open.
“Well, it’s about time you got here.” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās said. “We…”
Her melodious voice trailed away into dismayed, yet still pleasant, welcoming silence, as she saw me.
“Well, well, well, the Mayor himself again?”
“I thought you must be given abundant material now to write your second bestseller, ‘Our Mayor with me: Again’, the sequel to your first bestseller, ‘Our Mayor with me’.”
She winked at me.
“My husband is present now.”
“That’s very good. I’d certainly enjoy once more you fucking in front of your corrupt politician Musalmān husband. I love to see his sheer helplessness on his corrupt bearded rugged face.”
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās laughed.
“Come in. I’d love to watch you degrading my corrupt politician Musalmān husband once more.”
I entered.
“You have really written a highly successful novel highlighting my sex life too much.”
“Not only yours, mine too with you.” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās smiled cunningly.
“The critics are writing in their reviews now that you deliberately did it to humiliate your corrupt politician Musalmān husband and harm his political career in this way. What’s your response to the charges the critics have charged you with?”
Chapter 25
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 22
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Chapter 22
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs
It was almost five minutes before Al Kubrah Al Qāsim returned.
Her manner was apologetic.
“Now,” she said, “there are complications.”
“What?”
“Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, was delayed in town. He’s on his way out here now. I got Abbū on the phone and told him I’d leave the papers. Unfortunately, Abbū says I’ll have to wait for Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. He…”
She couldn’t even finish her sentence.
A car was coming there.
“Here he comes.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “That’s my Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s car.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs stopped his car and jumped out.
“Well, well, well,” he smiled at both of us, especially at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, “you are already here? But still you are late.”
“Late?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at him surprised.
“Sure, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has gone already.”
“Gone already?”
“Certainly.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs confirmed what he had said, “The conference started on even before the pre scheduled time. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim phoned Bahū Begum,Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, and my wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, about eight saying he would be home around eleven or eleven thirty. Then he left us about nine o’clock stating that he was driving back to his home at Ved Nagar. He wanted to be home by eleven.”
“You didn’t go with him?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim asked.
“No, he wanted us to discuss some business matters more. He wanted us to reach a consensus in them. He instructed me especially to see to it. After he left, I paced the floor idly for a couple of turns and wound up standing at the window looking down on the street.”
“Standing at the window? Looking down on the street, Chachājān?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said puzzled somewhat.
What a tragedy.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hated his own daughter, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, and loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, his younger brother’s, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was the shrewdest of all the sisters and cousins.
Even Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was impressed very much by Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s tremendous success with Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs too.
Both of them loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim wildly.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim could never understand how Al Kubrah Al Qāsim managed it.
We were now walking to the elevator.
“Sure,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said responding to his niece, “I even saw Al Muħammad Al Qāsim cross to the curb, stand a moment, and then walk diagonally across the street. He crossed the other sidewalk on a diagonal to the corner, and then walked around the corner. After that, I was unable to see your Abbū, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim. The building on the opposite corner obstructed his further view.”
We had dressed again before Al Nadīm Al Quddūs reached us.
He wasn’t quite used to the Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog atmosphere of Ved Nagar still now.
He still felt awkward to it.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim insisted to keep fucking me, but I admonished her deliberately.
“Oh,” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “you left the window, I think.”
“No, that’s the interesting incidence I wanted to tell both of you. I continued to stand at the window thinking of our industrial problems, inadvertently.”
“Oh, and what’s interesting in it?”
“Within a matter of seconds after my younger brother, your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, had started across the street, I saw the shadow of an extremely beautiful woman.”
“Shadow?”
“That’s right.”
“You saw the shadow of her, not herself?”
“Herself afterward, at first I saw her shadow only.”
“I see. Anything particular, if you noticed?”
“It was a very shapely shadow. I mean to say the shadow itself intrigued, fascinated, charmed, captivated me because it appeared to be cast by a young woman who was…well, shapely.”
We had come to the elevator.*
The elevator arrived.
We stepped inside.
To Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s immense surprise, both his ever-cunning wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, and his Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, were already in the elevator.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Bahū Begum, you are late.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was surprised pleasantly, “Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had told you…”
“Nothing.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said curtly.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs felt hurt.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm never respected her relationship with him.
She still believed Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was after her own trillions as well as after the billions of his younger brother and her husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
He opened his mouth to protest, but Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had already dismissed him.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs controlled himself patiently.
What the use after all?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was so greedy openly that Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t make anyone believe he wasn’t greedy at all.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s mind was racing.
If Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, really succeeded in his planning, what would happen?
Could she work out the things with Durgesh?
Would her other family members be prepared to listen to her?
Maybe…After all, she was an Al Qāsim.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, had himself chosen her his would be successor.
She had to solve the present dilemma.
Her other sisters didn’t have the proper guts.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was a clandestine gay.
He was unable to run, Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He couldn’t run a single company, Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company even.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand had already taken charge.
In seven years, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had achieved so very much.
It had not been easy.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was a great help.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand also wanted to see her in charge of Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He advised her to even to rape Durgesh, if the Hindu moralist didn’t buzz.
Only Durgesh could fulfil her dreams, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim frowned even more deeply.
Fuck Durgesh.
He is now hers already.
He isn’t any problem.
He is obsessed to fuck Musalmān Beauties.
Any Musalmān Beauty can have Durgesh if she really surrendered to him.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was in control now.
Moreover, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim planned to stay in control.
Everyone in Al Qāsim family has to accept that fact.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched Al Kubrah Al Qāsim profoundly.
Yet neither of them made any eye contact with her.
Eye contact was always a mistake.
It led to mundane conversations like ‘Isn’t it hot today’ or ‘Nice weather we are having’.
Elevator conversations were a total waste of time.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim took no further notice of them either.
She was thinking of the problems that lay ahead.
Suddenly, the elevator ground to a stop mid-floors, and the lights went out, plunging all of us into inky blackness.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus exclaimed.
“Allah, what the hell happened?”
“Generator gone out, I think.”
“But the lights on again.”
“Emergency lights, stupid.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“I am not stupid, neither my niece Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is. We both are black belt karate champions. She deliberately brought you here. Now, decide yourself who is stupid.”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs admonished his wife, “are you crazy? If Durgesh has come here, it’s never because Al Kubrah Al Qāsim brought him here. He came here on his own volition.”*
Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
She remembered her days when Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic wasn’t Al Qāsim Al Åbdullah.
Her Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, said Al Islam Al Wahāb had done a great wrong to them by insisting that Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic should be converted to Islam before Al Islam Al Wahāb and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic marry.
“Al Nāsirah Al Karīm is right.” Al Islam Al Wahāb’s second Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus also said, “India is Hindu dominant country.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb watched both of her Bahū Begums bitterly.
“Brahmdutt was already married to the Hollywood heroine Della Kennedy. He couldn’t divorce her. She was heroine in several movies produced and directed by him.”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs Bhāījān and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim both are from Brahmdutt Abbū?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus asked her mother in law.
“Of course, any objection?” Al Islam Al Wahāb said curtly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm nodded.
“Ammī, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus thinks Al Nadīm Al Quddūs must return to his original religion.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb shouted.
“What?”
“Brahmdév Sharmā uncle and Nāzimah Yåqūb auntie invited us yesterday in a party.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said in her sweetest manner.
Al Islam Al Wahāb was immediately all alert.
She never found her Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, using her sweetest manner until and unless the subject under discussion did not relate to exorbitant money.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam, her first husband, was a millionaire himself.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was not Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s son exactly.
She was in his nikāħ, but Al Islam Al Wahāb had her extramarital affair with Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic even then.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was its natural result.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam knew it very well.
Even then, he acted immensely liberal to the entire situation.
“I know I’m dying, Al Islam Al Wahāb.” he said, “All my thirteen daughters from my previously divorced three wives, and the husbands of my daughters, have proved immensely incapable to run my business. I know, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs isn’t my son. Yet, he has given me more love, respect and loyalty than my own daughters gave me ever. You have been lenient enough till now not to tell Al Nadīm Al Quddūs he isn’t my son.”
“I’m sorry, Al Quddūs Al Åālam,” Al Islam Al Wahāb said patiently, “Brahmdutt couldn’t control himself and I couldn’t stop him. He just assaulted me, invaded me, in passion. Due to your long illness we hadn’t have sex for a long time. I surrendered to him in that wild animal moment.”
“It’s alright. It doesn’t make any difference now. I want to give my estate to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. Would you and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic be kind enough not to tell him he isn’t my son actually, till I die?”
Before Al Islam Al Wahāb could answer, Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic held Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s hand.
“Don’t worry. He was your son, and he’d remain so till you live.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
“Brahmdutt,”
“It’s alright.” Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic circled her waist in his left arm, “He is dying. We can have more sons. He can’t.”
Al Quddūs Al Åālam suddenly found his eyes filled with tears of immense gratitude.
“Thank you very much, my friend. You’ve made my death easier now.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan listened to Al Jamīlah Al Sultānova.
The Russian Musalmān Beauty had attracted her attention very much.
She looked at Kħadījah Muħammad.
“Well,” Kħadījah Muħammad said, “you understand ultramodern young Musalmān ladies more, Naåīmah. Durgesh, and I are somewhat older now in comparison to you. If not in our physical bodies, in our understanding of the ultramodern youth at least.”
“Nonsense, Bājī, I couldn’t have done anything at all if you and Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī hadn’t supported me blindly and compelled Durgesh to do what I wanted him to do.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“That’s all right. That’s all right. But you are forgetting you were doing what we ourselves wanted to, yet couldn’t.”
“Why?”
“Because we hadn’t any Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad to support us. We hadn’t any Imām Muħammad Ħasan who had dreamed of to be Mustafā Kamāl Atāturk of entire Pseudo Islamic countries.”*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm watched me, scrutinizing me thoughtfully.
She didn’t pay any attention to the fact that the elevator had stopped in the midway.
Her husband Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was planning something to get rid of his ever-greedy relatives, she knew.
He had consulted me in the matter.
I had already helped Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in the matters pertaining to his nudist feminist Musalmān Houseladies, successfully.
I had helped Al Nāsirah Al Karīm too in the matters pertaining to her problem child, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim too.
She could never forget how I convinced Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim if she couldn’t live in relationship with me, she marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Fuck her yourself.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had said to me.’
“What?” I could not believe a mother could request me to fuck her daughter.
“If you don’t fuck Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, she’d fuck Shankar Mahāpralayankar herself.”
“Oh,”
“I don’t want her to have any relationship with Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar is an Underworld Don.”
“Well?” I smiled.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar isn’t a problem to you because you can handle him successfully through several persons and means he cares for even more than his own life and the Organized Crime Empire he has established with the help of criminal politicians and industrialists all over the globe. I don’t want anything of him. Muħammad Ůsmān, my younger brother, and Muħammad bin Qāsim, my son, are already his patrons. That’s itself more than enough I can bear and handle.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loves Shankar Mahāpralayankar?”
“Yes.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gritted her teeth, “I know Shankar Mahāpralayankar is the second choice of Musalmān Beauties nowadays, not the first one. You are the first choice they always dream of.”
“I see.”
“Thank you.”
“Tell me something more about your husband’s relatives,” I invited, “have you been fighting with them?”
“Not particularly. Pratāp Bachhalyā and Vikram Bachhalyā are not exactly my husband’s relatives only. They are my sons in law too. And actually I think they respect me more than they respect my husband even.”
“Because you are a trillionaire while your husband is only a billionaire?” I smiled.*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled.
“Well, money plays an important role in gaining respect too. I think you understand that far better than even I do.”
I smiled too.
“May I ask what did an extremely beautiful lady, as beautiful and as intelligent as you are, find in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to marry him?”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled significantly.
“Well, he is too a billionaire at least.”
“But you are a trillionaire. You could have…”
“I couldn’t compromise with my freedom to take decisions, in any matter whatsoever. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim promised he would never interfere.”
“Means he wanted your trillions more than he wanted you?”
“Why should I worry the hell about it? I myself wanted only a nominal husband to show to my acquaintances. Didn’t I?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed, “In addition to that he was a billionaire himself too. It meant least demand of money from me than otherwise it would have been.”
I digested the information.
Now I understood why they both were not interested in each other mutually very much.
It wasn’t a marriage actually.
It was only a front they created to show their acquaintances.
Now I understood why Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t object, even slightly, to my solution of his problems.*
I looked at Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
She was still looking at me every now and then somewhat stealthily.
“You have been away since, for several weeks?” I asked.
“Three months almost.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd tried to control herself.
Even then, she couldn’t hide her impishness emerging every now and then.
I smiled.
The ultramodern young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty was not as grave in her nature as she was trying frantically to display herself.
Yes, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was sophisticated, PhD, and she knew the world around her quite well.
Yet, she wasn’t a grave young Musalmān lady despite her desperate efforts to display herself so.
She was a naughty young Musalmān lady, by nature, bubbling with immense mischievous youth even at her twenty- ninth.
Every now and then, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was looking between my legs impishly.
It was more than obvious that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was very pleased to find that she was successful in causing me erection for her.
She was proud of herself that her immense Musalmān beauty was causing it.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd had deliberately gone to a beauty parlour before coming to me.
I was surprised that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd wasn’t in panic at all.
Neither she was worried to the extent she might have been under the similar circumstances some other normal Musalmān Beauty would have been.
Instead, she seemed to be quite confident and surprisingly in possession of her faculties.
I extended my hand.
“There was a check in the letter?”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd passed me a slip of paper.
“Here it is.” she said.
I looked at the check.
Suddenly I straightened.
Gravely I looked at the check again.
“Ten million dollars?” I inadvertently exclaimed.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd looked at me gravely.
“That’s what the check says.”
“For what?”
“I don’t know.”
“He doesn’t want you to have the money?”
“No, he wants you to take charge of the money for me.”
“You too want me to take charge of the money for you?”
“Why not? You claim to be sixty-three. I’m twenty-eight only. You have thirty five years more experiences of life and the world than I do.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said gravely, “They can snatch away the money from me in some way, either this or that, but not from you. My money is in safer hands for me.”
“Quite obviously, quite evidently, there’s something bothering Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“What’s that?”
“Let’s find out.” I said.
“Am I accepted?”
“What?”
“To be your one more new live in relationship partner?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd asked gravely.
I watched her.
There wasn’t any faintest trace of impishness now in her any manner whatsoever.
Chapter 23
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 21
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Chapter 21
Durgesh Al Ħamd Al Åbbās
Durgesh Al Kubrah Al Qāsim
Muħammad bin Qāsim
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled.
“Thank you. You won’t ever regret it. Moreover, it isn’t too far.”
“Even it is too far, it’s my pleasure. I love company of beautiful ladies.” I smiled gently.
She laughed.
“Thanks.”
“For what?”
“For calling me beautiful.”
“But that’s the truth.”
“Thanks once more.” Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled seductively.
‘Your Uncut Hindu Lund would be busier into my Musalmān Cunt beyond your imagination, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam.’ she murmured to herself.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Nothing. Sorry, I lost in thought to myself.”
I took another look at the beautiful face.
The Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was smiling.
It was extremely beautiful.
The teeth were white and regular.
There was just the hint of something about the lips, though they were crimson red and quivering seductively, yet indicated to be cunning somewhat.
The eyes were lovely and expressive.
There was a lean competence about her.
She was not known to me.
Yet, she wouldn’t have been in the parking lot unless she was connected with the company, and if she was connected with the executive branch of the company, she undoubtedly was all right.
Suddenly it flashed to me.
No, she wasn’t Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
She was Al Kubrah Al Qāsim actually.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s younger half sister.
They had different fathers.
But Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was so attached to Al Ħamd Al Åbbās that he had asked Al Kubrah Al Qāsim to take care of her personally.
I knew something more.
Even Al Kubrah Al Qāsim didn’t know that.
I smiled.
Why the hell Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was working, in her own Abbū’s company, using her younger half sister’s name?
Only to keep close clandestine watch on Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand?
Well, why it was not possible?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was a shrewd successful businessperson after all.
He resented being misinformed.
He resented being dependent on others if he could avoid it somehow.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was more devoted to her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim than Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was.
Had Al Muħammad Al Qāsim instructed his most faithful daughter to keep watch on me too?
I was suddenly all-alert.
But not externally to alert Al Kubrah Al Qāsim too.
I kept her understanding that her real identity was still unknown to me.
I wanted to let her play the game she was so keenly playing.
Yet, one thing was still clear to me now.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t have faith in his other daughters as he had in Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
Did Al Zakāt Al Qāsim know it?
Was she at least aware of it, if she didn’t know it?
In addition, if she wasn’t even aware of it, did she suspect it at least?
What Muħammad bin Qāsim thought of it?*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Are you sure I’m not inconveniencing you?”
“I’m sure I am not impotent enough.”
“Allah, I never meant that.”
“Only an impotent can be inconvenienced with a dazzling Musalmān Beauty.”
“You are kidding me.”
“Never. But if you really like my kids…”
“Please!” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim raised her hands, “I surrender.”
“For my kids? Really?”
“Allah Allah!” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim blushed, “I can’t compete with you ever.”
“Please come on,” I said opening the door, “Roll up your window tight. It may rain more tonight. I think it’ll be clearing by midnight. I mean, according to the weather report at least. Here’s my Mercedes, right over here.”
I remembered now, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had been away on Ħaj.
She had returned recently only.
I held the door open for Al Kubrah Al Qāsim with deferential courtesy.
She leaned back against the soft cushions.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim appreciated the rich leather upholstery.
I jumped in the other side.
‘Allah,’ Al Kubrah Al Qāsim thought, ‘if the Hindu beast is really sixty three, as he claims, it’s a miracle he is behaving as if he is actually ever young.
Is ever youth possible?
How the hell the Hindu scoundrel is managing to keep his wonderful youth still at his sixty-three?
Is Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan right?
Is Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī right too?
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was telling his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Durgesh is a Para Human.
He has evolved himself beyond even a Posthuman.
The motor was already running.
It purred into multi-cylindered response.
A current of warm air flowed reassuringly abut Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s chilled ankles.
Ved Nagar wasn’t in a cold country.
It was in India.
It covered old Jabalpur, Seoni, Nagpur, Narsinghpur, Balaghat, Chhindwara, etc.
The miracle was it covered some parts of old Mumbai and Karachi too.
How?
None could explain it.
Ved Nagar was a miracle the ultramodern science could produce.
Fabiayyi ālai Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?
Why not?
It explained the impasse.
The big Mercedes glided into motion so gently Al Kubrah Al Qāsim hardly realized it had started.
I drove out past the robot security guard at the entrance to the parking lot.
“Right or left?” I asked Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
“Left.” she said watching me triumphantly adroitly.
“That’s superb.” I laughed, “I myself had to go that way already. How far?”
“Not too far.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim laughed too, “Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company is a zillionaire group of Companies. But we are, even then, still poor as compared to HVSI Group of Business Enterprises, HVSI Group of Companies. Your creativity is still beyond imagination for the rest of the companies, including us.”
“You are being too polite. Thanks anyway for being so nice to a competitor.”
“It’s a pleasure to be in the company of the Supreme successful business tycoon of entire history of humankind. How can you manage it?”
“Our Board of Directors does it. You are crediting the wrong man.” I smiled politely.
“Your Board of Directors credits you and you credit your Board of Directors. Playing the mutual admiration game?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim laughed melodically.
I smiled.
“Isn’t it a nice game to play?”
“Well, I think that’s the mystery behind your incredulous success.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me dreamily.
She had come very close to me.
Our thighs touched each other’s.
I immediately stopped the Mercedes parking it at left.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim boldly sat down on my lap, rising from where she was, facing me.
“Any objection?” she looked into my eyes seductively.
“Am I a fool to object?” I winked at her, “You are most welcome.”
“I noticed your erection for me. I thought I too must thank you.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim put her extremely beautiful arms around my neck.
“My pleasure.” I said.
We kissed.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was kissing me wildly aggressively.
The kiss lasted longer than I anticipated.
Her heavy buttocks had filled my lap competently.
My erection was imprisoned now between them.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim deliberately squeezed my erection between her buttocks significantly.
I hugged her more snugly.
She started to undress me.
“Are you sure you want me here?” I looked into her eyes, “It’s road. We are beside it. The cars are passing every now and then.”
“Isn’t open sex, in public even, not prohibited in Ved Nagar, if it’s consensual, between adults?”
“You want to exhibit what we are doing?”
“Don’t you?”
“Only if you insist to.”
“I insist to. ‘Pardah nahīn jab koī Kħudā sé bandon sé pardah karnā kyā’?”
I looked into her eyes.
“Well, if you insist my dear, I haven’t another alternative except to surrender to you”
“Hey, I love your attitude. Now watch just what you get from me in reward.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim went wild.
Yet, she wasn’t wild enough to fuck me then and there.
She only sucked me there.
She was in 69 position.
We were both nude.
I kissed her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .
Then, surprisingly she controlled herself.
“Let’s go.” she said suddenly, “You asked me how far we’d have to go. I said, ‘not too far’. My speedometer clocks it at two miles. However, my car is not quite as late a model as this one. I simply can’t afford it.”
“You like my Mercedes?”
“Who is the damnfool that wouldn’t?”
“Do you?”
“Of course!”
“Do you love me?”
“Do you need any more proof?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim winked at me kissing the head of my Uncut Hindu Prick.
“Then I think you must remember this meeting forever.”
“Sure, this meeting has brought my dreams come true.”
I kissed Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
“Take my Mercedes too as my gift to remember this meeting.”
“What?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim jumped, “I can’t believe it.”
“It’s yours from this very instant. Now, ma’am, will you please be kind enough to leave me to my house, in your Mercedes, when we get done?”
“No,”
“What?”
“Idiot, you can’t return to your home tonight. We are on our Honeymoon for at least a complete month. You may call your staff afterwards for your own transportation.”*
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad left Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s office and stopped by the ladies’ room in the corridor.
There was a mirror.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always watched her excellent exquisite figure immense proudly whenever she saw any mirror.
Allah, how beautiful she was.
Perhaps even more beautiful than even her role model Sidrah Aħmad was.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad worshipped every ground Sidrah Aħmad walked on.
What a woman.
What a dare devil woman.
Born and ever being an ardent Sunnī Musalmān Beauty, Sidrah Aħmad never allowed any Musalmān even to touch her romantically even, let him sexually being even beyond imagination.
She said, ‘No bloody Musalmān deserves any Musalmān Beauty ever. Every Musalmān Beauty deserves a Hindu man. Even a Traditional Hindu is better than any Musalmān whosoever the hell he is’.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had gone even one step ahead more.
‘No Hindu deserves any platonic relationship with any Musalmān Beauty ever. The Hindus are made only to meet the sexual needs of entire Musalmān Beauties.’
She studied her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face in the mirror.
She was very happy with what she saw.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad was never tired or drawn.
She hated any dark circle under any female Musalmān eyes.
“Fuck a Hindu Shaktimān, and get rid of it.” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always said.
If a Musalmān Beauty refused ever, on whatsoever her ground may be, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad kidnapped her and compelled her to fuck a Hindu Shaktimān herself.
When the Musalmān Beauties compelled to fuck a Hindu Shaktimān in this way, tried to suicide ever, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always kidnapped them again and compelled the Musalmān Beauties to live in relationship with a Hindu Shaktimān, whosoever he may be.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad was powerful and she had vowed to be more and more powerful till she existed.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was her greatest fan.
He also believed in the values Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had.
Yet, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad needed a vacation very much.
But she couldn’t even think of it, until the things were settled.
No, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad never needed any make up, no blusher, no lip-gloss, no eye shadow even.
She was naturally too beautiful to need them.
She appreciated her golden hair very much.
Even Durgesh has praised her golden hair.
“You are even richer than me, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.” Durgesh used to say, “I don’t have my hair made of pure gold.”
None else had praised Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad better ever.
She was proud of Durgesh being her first man in her life.
Durgesh ‘inaugurated’ Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.
She surrendered her cherry to Durgesh.
Even a complete month Honeymoon with Durgesh was there.
But Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad wasn’t a One Man Woman strictly.
She despised the male domination of women.
“Women are made several times more in number by Allah.” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad used to say, “If Democracy is the chosen way of life by Allah for the humankind, the women must dominate the males, not otherwise ever.”*
Muħammad bin Qāsim loved Shankar Mahāpralayankar as Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s wife.
He used to put his head on Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s feet right exactly in sajdah.
“Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad doesn’t love you.” Muħammad bin Qāsim used to say, “But I do. I too have an exactly feminine body, lacking a cunt only.”
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had laughed,
“The cunt is the only thing a male, as dominant as Durgesh and Shankar Mahāpralayankar are, love in a feminine body, imprudent.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled.
“Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad, you claim we Musalmīn are always backwards. The Hindus are always forwards. You Musalmān Beauties want to go ahead. That’s why you Musalmān Beauties fuck Hindus always, instead of us ever backward Musalmīn. Don’t you use to say it?”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim,” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad patronized him; “You don’t belong even to that category, impotent.”
“I damn care to what category I belong. Don’t you say that?”
“Sure, and I even explain what I say. Hindus study not only Ved in their Stavans and Mandrs etcetera. They study their Divý Itihās, their Divine History too.”
“Everyone knows it.”
“What’s there in their Divý Itihās, Divine History?”
“Their dreams about their future history.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smirked, “The ever superstitious damnfool Hindus claim we Musalmīn are ever superstitious. Well, what they themselves are?”
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad smiled patiently and patronizingly.
“You may have some point there, but that’s not what I’m pointing at. The Hindus live in future. That’s why they are always progressive. We Musalmīn always talk of our past Islamic glory, Al Qur’an Al Kareem and Aħādīs-e-Muqaddasāt. We live in past. That’s why we are backwards.”
“You shameless Musalmān Beauties want to progress, therefore you pair yourselves with Hindus.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said sarcastically, “Okay. I’ve heard it so much that I hate you Musalmān Beauties too for it.”
“You are a blot on original Muħammad bin Qāsim. At his very seventeen he was a successful general of Banū Umayyah Caliphate established by Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu.”
“And you appreciate him because he fought in favour of the assassins of Ahl al Bayt?”*
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad watched Muħammad bin Qāsim scornfully.
“So you think entire Ahl-e-Sunnat are wrong that they praise original Muħammad bin Qāsim?”
“Hahaha.”
“What do you mean?”
“The entire Ahl-e-Sunnat don’t praise original Muħammad bin Qāsim. Only the Musalmīn in India and Pakistan do that.”
“And how does it contradict my statement that you are a blot to the name of original Muħammad bin Qāsim? Your parents dreamt of you to be someone as original Muħammad bin Qāsim was. And what the hell are you doing? You are trying your best to be recognized as Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s duly authorized wife. Don’t you?”
“Nice attempt to remove me from the field, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smirked again.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was still playing with my Uncut Hindu Prick.
We had dressed although.
“Durgesh, I really wonder we have met and I’ve sucked you already.”
“Well, thank you. I just heard your motor grinding away and realized you were running your battery down. Well, you are extremely beautiful. I couldn’t resist to you.”
“Thank you. Actually, I suddenly remember that I’ve to deliver some papers to Muħammad bin Qāsim. I’d completely forgotten. I’m sorry. If you don’t mind and take me to him, I’ll be free for our one month Honeymoon after delivering those confounded papers.”
“Oh, it’s alright.” I smiled pulling her on my lap once more, “I can wait here in your Mercedes. It’s quite warm and comfortable here. I can turn on the video; get the latest news, music or anything else I’d like.”
“Thanks.”
“For what?”
“You didn’t even hesitate while taking the decision.”
“You are too beautiful to be hesitated.”
“Thank you.” She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis significantly, “I’m sorry if it is inconveniencing you more.”
“Not at all. You are compensating for it even more than optimum.”
The fact was I was wondering what Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was really after now.
She had undressed me fully.
We both were nude.
If she was only after sex with me, she could have it with me to her heart’s content.
Yet, she sucked me only and now she was trying to take me to Muħammad bin Qāsim.
Why?
I decided to keep playing her game and find out what Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was actually after.
“Well, don’t worry for that ever.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim smiled, “You’d get as much sex from me as you want.”
“How nice!” I kissed her.
“Thank you. We’ll come back to town as soon as the papers are delivered.”
“Back to town?” I let me register surprise, at least somewhat.
Yet, I was watchful enough Al Kubrah Al Qāsim shouldn’t notice it was deliberate.
“Is it too far?” I asked again.
“Not with your Mercedes.” she smiled promisingly, “We’ll get out of traffic and hit the freeway. Don’t worry I won’t kidnap you, because I think it isn’t needed.”
The plant was within a mile of freeway.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim requested me to turn on the freeway.
I drove for some fifteen minutes, then she asked me to turn off.
I purred along a paved road for four or five miles, then turned off on a dirt road.
It wound its way among hills.
We were now entirely out of traffic.
“How much farther is it?” I asked fucking Al Kubrah Al Qāsim vehemently.
We were once again nude.
Now, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim straddled me on my lap on the driving seat.
I knew she deliberately stopped me from fucking her previously, because she wanted to fuck me to make me not to object going on the dirt road even.
I deliberately didn’t let her guess that I had any suspicion whatsoever.
My voice was normal, not even a bit sharpened with suspicion.
“Only a little way,” she fucked me vehemently to keep me occupied in sex with her, the more the better, “we have, I mean Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company has, a little country place up here. Muħammad bin Qāsim and my Abbū’s associate is waiting for the papers there. Abbū told her I’d be out.”
“Oh,” I said and busied myself in enjoying her fucking me.
I knew of the existence of the country place.
The dirt road was winding and twisting, a barbed wire fence on each side.
There were ‘No Trespassing’ signs.
Then Al Kubrah Al Qāsim asked me to ease the Mercedes to stop in front of a locked gate.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim opened the gate.
We drove along a graveled driveway, passed a swimming pool, and finally stopped at a mansion.
It had a wide porch running around it, furnished with luxurious outdoor furniture.
“Allah,” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “well, what do you know, the bitch doesn’t seem to be here.”
“Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!” I commented, “It’s certainly all dark and the gate was locked.”
“We keep the gate locked but she has a key. Muħammad bin Qāsim also has a key. However, the place is dark, all right. You please wait here if you don’t mind. I’ll run in and see if there’s a note or something. Allah, my gosh, Durgesh, I now certainly hate to have brought you all the way out here in case…but the woman must be here! She’s to meet me here and wait for the papers and Muħammad bin Qāsim. She’s staying here tonight and Abbū’s coming here for a conference.”
“Perhaps she went to sleep,” I smiled, “and forgot to turn on the lights.”
“I’m sorry. You please wait here, if you don’t mind. I’ll run in and see.”
I had left the motor idling.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim jumped out her side of the car and hurried to the mansion.
I saw lights come on, on the porch, then lights in the interior of the mansion.
I was wondering why the hell she deliberately didn’t take me with her.
Chapter 22
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 7
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Chapter7
Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah
Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim rushed to her Vedic Monotheist Hindu husband.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand hugged her ravenously.
How beautiful she is.
Yes, her elder sisters, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim etcetera are even more beautiful than Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim is too.
But now every one of them was Umm-Al-Åālmīn.
Wasn’t she?
Hinduism isn’t a superstition as the most of the other religions are.
Hinduism is absolutely a scientific, rational and logical religion.
Moreover, Hinduism isn’t a religion even in the sense the non-Hindus use the word.
It’s a system of life actually.
No, it isn’t a superstition any longer.
Durgesh has proved it now absolutely scientifically rationally and logically.
Yes, Hindus are still a minority in the entire humankind.
But, they are the rulers now.
Ved Nagar/Trantor is the new Capital of humankind whether someone accepts it or not.
Durgesh damn cares for the acceptance of the facts by everyone.
He openly says:
“The facts never needed their acceptance by humankind for their survival and being in power. The humankind needs the acceptance of facts for its own survival.”
And by Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, by God, Durgesh is right.*
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim kissed Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand wildly.
“You did it successfully, didn’t you?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand sometimes laughing sometimes crying out of sheer joy, victory and triumph. “They said even you can’t do it. They said Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is insurmountable because Durgesh is insurmountable. Hell, you’ve successfully delivered her five hundred dollars even while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had cautioned her very much.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was abstemious.
“Control yourself, Al Waħīdah. She never took the money.”
“But you shoved the money into her hand. Didn’t you?”
“Of course, of course. But her fingers even didn’t close on the money. It fell down. She never touched it.”
“But the money touched her hand. Didn’t it?”
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, her other elder sisters, her Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, Muħammad bin Qāsim and even her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim watched Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim hugging and kissing her Vedic Monotheist Hindu husband.
“Well, the court would never accept she received the money. It’s Ved Nagar. Never forget. Justice is the most prevalent factor here in judiciary.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely.
“That’s the reason nobody is accepting Ved Nagar/Trantor is the new Capital of entire humankind.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled cunningly, “I can’t understand, Jījū, why you are not as happy as Al Waħīdah is.”
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim kept laughing crying and kissing Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“You are the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company now. You are the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company now.”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim smiled.
“She is right. Congratulations, Prañav. You’ve successfully fulfilled the condition. Everyone agreed if you successfully revive the oil lease you’d be the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.”
“Thanks, Abbū,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled urbanely, “but I don’t think the oil lease is still revived legally.”
“The hell it isn’t.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said furiously, “We tried to make deferred payments according to the legal documentation. Didn’t we? If she didn’t accept it, it’s their evasion, not ours. Damn it.”
“I agree with Muħammad bin Qāsim. I declare you’ve replaced me successfully. Congratulations, new managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim smiled.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim held Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s hand and forcibly took him to their bedroom.
She undressed Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand herself, undressed herself too and pushed Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand on the bed.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand fell back on the king sized bed.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim straddled him keeping her gorgeous back to him.
Her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was on the male Hindu lips of Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand now and his immediately hardened Uncut Hindu Cock was in Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim’s extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim was already sucking Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s Uncut Hindu Prick violently.
She was aggressive absolutely.*
It started when Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had approached me.
I studied the beautiful woman with interest.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm returned my gaze with bright green eyes.
There was a hard glitter in those green eyes.
But it softened to a twinkle gradually.
“I haven’t killed anyone, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Not yet, at least. Yet never make the mistake of thinking me a peaceful sophisticated Musalmān lady that sits by the fire and knits. I’m certainly not that one. I’m a hard bitten hellion instead.”
I smiled.
“Thanks for telling me.”
“I can’t lie to my lawyer if I really want him to protect me. Can I?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled, now meaningfully and seductively at me.
I winked at her.
“Protect you from what?”
“From my own younger brother Muħammad Ůsmān and my own son, Muħammad bin Qāsim.”
“What?”
“Surprised?”
“Shouldn’t I?”
“They say you are specialist in Musalmān Beauties.”
“Well?”
“Most of the Musalmīn, you call Pseudo Musalmīn, are not highly educated. It’s natural, therefore, that they can’t get good respectful jobs. They have to resort to lower and criminal activities consequently.”
“I know that.”
“Sure, my younger brother, Muħammad Ůsmān, is an exception. He is highly educated yet he is dangerously involved in criminal activities.”
“You said you wanted to see me about a gambling girl.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.” She said, “She is my daughter.”
“I see.”
“She is a problem girl.”
“I understand.”
“She is twenty eight, PhD, yet she can’t understand how these gambling activities of her may hurt her career and her future.”
“I appreciate your concern.”
“I’ve seen you many times in court, fighting every inch of the way. I was one of the members of the jury. I respect you for it as I am something of a fighter myself.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“I assist him in his work, whatsoever it may be. Will you please give me your name, age and address?”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gave Kħadījah Muħammad the required information.
She had lit a cigarette in the meantime.
I watched her carefully.
“Sorry,” she smiled, “I kicked loose from the conventional traces.”
“How long is it so?”
“Since my husband suspected that I might have an extra marital affair with some Hindu.”
“Your husband?”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.”
“You revolted against him?”
“I have my own group of companies, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” she smiled sardonically, “I hate to be dependent even on my husband. It didn’t harm me even a bit. Instead, it helped me to learn how spineless hypocrites my husband and my relatives are. Do you have to go into all that?”
I smiled.
“Okay, at least tell me about her friends.”
“Friends?”Al Nāsirah Al Karīm sighed, “She is very close to two extremely problem girls you know very well.”
“I know very well?”
“Sure, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah and Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ. Who the hell, more than you, knows both of the sexiest bitches?”*
I swallowed her hesitancy and took hold of the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head.
Her bare breasts stood firm and upright, the nipples already hardening in the cool, air-conditioned room.
I looked her up, her cheeks flaming, and felt a trickle of her arousal juice slip down the inside of her thigh as I scrutinized her with admiring eyes.
“You didn’t lie, baby,” I said to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. “She’s gorgeous. Squeeze your nipples for us, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”
She didn’t know Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ was also with me.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ scooted around until she was on her knees beside me, firmly circling the base of my Uncut Hindu Shaft with her fist as she lowered her mouth around the red, throbbing head.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah watched my legendary Hindu erection disappear inside her best friend’s ardent Musalmān mouth until her chin rested on my Hindu balls, and I was moaning in ecstasy as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ sucked me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah rolled her hard nipples between her thumb and index fingers, staring directly into my eyes as her knees weakened so much, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely stand.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ began to bob up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
The wet, sucking noises Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s beautiful mouth made was only serving to turn Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah on more.
“Take your shorts off.” I gasped. “Ahhh, yes, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …take it all, baby…”
With shaking fingers Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, slipping them down over her hips and letting them fall to the floor.
She shivered in exquisite shame, forcing herself to keep her arms down, as I thoroughly looked her over.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ moaned softly on me, on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She lifted her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth to lap across the head of my pulsing Hindu member and to let to run my lusty black eyes over her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body.
“Do you want to show Durgesh your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?” she asked, pumping my rigid Hindu organ with her firmly closed Musalmān fist.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth watered watching Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ stroking me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted that Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth, and pounding into her tight, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot too.
“Yes.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.
“Say it.”
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wants to show you her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cried hotly, shifting in place and feeling the wetness soak through her silky red panties.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside with her top and shorts.
I sophisticatedly, yet hungrily still, drank in the sight of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s young, shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Look at that pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said close to my ear. “You want it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Do you want to fuck Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?”
“Ohhh yes, baby, yes,” I smiled confidently, watching Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah‘s smooth beautiful Musalmān hand stroking my veined Uncut Hindu Shaft.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood silently, aching to take my thick Hindu meat deep inside her throbbing Musalmān sex.
“Turn around.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ commanded.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah did as she was asked, swallowing hard and wondering what was next as dead silence fell.
What were we doing?
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped.
Her breathing was shallow and loud in the surrounding quietness.
“Bend over, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hesitated momentarily before slowly complying, leaning her palms on the chair in front of her for support.
“Set your feet wide apart.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ added.
Her heart thudded in her chest as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood there bent over at the waist, waiting, her wet slit in view for her Hindu lover Durgesh.
“Reach underneath yourself and spread your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt open for us.” Her best friend ordered breathlessly.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slipped her hand between her thighs, her fingers shaking as she spread her swollen lips apart.
Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot juice trickled down the back of her hand and the inside of her thighs with the intensity of her lust.
“Allah, yā Allah! Oh, God,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah groaned. “Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wants you to bury your Uncut Hindu Lund in her!”
I smiled.
“Yes…” she repeated, “Durgesh darling, fuck me…fuck me, please!”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, turning to look at me.
“Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …I want Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund inside me…”
“Mmmm, not yet.” Her lover smiled.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ stood and undressed, asking me to stand and do the same.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah rubbed her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit in firm circles as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and I approached her.
I knelt behind Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ settled with her thighs wide open on the chair in front of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gazed lustily at Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s wet, pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was quivering in anticipation of my Hindu male lips.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah bit off her cry of pleasure as I buried my warm Hindu mouth in her ravenous Musalmān mound.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s own tongue delved deep into Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s tightening fuck hole.
Her thumbs pulled her lips apart to gain more access to the moist folds of her sex.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s nose nuzzled against her hard clit as she expertly tongued Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.
“How does it feel to have Durgesh penising you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ asked softly, her fingers tangling in her thick hair.
All Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could give in response was a guttural moan as my hot Uncut Hindu Lund stabbed at her engorged Musalmān clitoris.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ smiled.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah urgently pulled her face into Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s soaking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, humming in pleasure as she flicked her tongue against Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s swollen button.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ held tightly to her fistful of her hair, grinding her sopping, steaming center into her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth while Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slurped her juices.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, she tasted good!
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was overwhelmed.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot contracted as she neared orgasm.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s mouth continued the assault on her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Her tongue swept over her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit, flicking it and teasing it before plunging inside her juicy hole.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s cries of pleasure grew louder.
Her fists tugged frantically in her hair as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah ate Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.
“More…more…yes, eat me!” She gasped. “Eat my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah! Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah, Subħān Allah, Oh, God…make me cummmm…”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ pushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt into Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s mouth, moaning low in her throat.
“Fuck me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! !” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cried.
So hot was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah that she was close to tears. “Please…put your Uncut Hindu Lund inside me, Durgesh!”*
I smiled,
“Ms. Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, I’d like to know something about your background. Okay, go ahead. You are doing fine―So you kicked over the traces?”
“Yes. And I am getting worse every year. My husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s relatives think I’m a brand for the burning―and I don’t give a damn what they think! You hear a lot about people who are afraid to die. Well, they are nothing compared to the ones who are afraid to live.”
“Yes,” I smiled, “I agree with you. Even if it is possible to progress, most of us human beings don’t want to go through the tedious utmost necessary to progress. The inertia in them is so prevalent that not even a creature of gutter wants to do anything to come out of the gutter. It deliberately and knowingly develops a life style to suit its inertia. It compromises with the gutter life only to avoid doing something it isn’t habitual of.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled.
“I see. You’ve too given a lot of thought to it, young man.”
“Well, I believe in ‘Ut dévā avhitam dévā unnayathā punah’, ‘Indr, préhi purastvam’, ‘Udyānam té purush, nāvyānam’, ‘Utkrāmātah, purush, māvpatthā’…”
“Well, well, well, Allah Allah, young man. I’m a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman. I don’t know your Vedic Sanskr’t.”
I smiled.
“I’m sorry. I mean…”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm raised her right hand,
“It’s alright. As it happens, I do understand your Vedic Sanskr’t too.”
“What?” now I was surprised.
“Surprised?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled enjoying my utter surprise very much.
“Well,”
“Don’t be. My daughter Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loves a Vedic Monotheist Hindu, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. I wanted to understand why you Vedic Monotheist Hindus are so successful with us educated Musalmān Beauties that we are even cuckolding our Musalmān husbands for you. My best friend, philosopher and guide, Nāzimah Yåqub, has even gone to the extent that she is living a life of Polyandry with at least the three of you Hindus Brahmā Vishñu Mahesh: Brahmdév Sharmā, Vishñu Nārāyañ and Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.”
I smiled empathetically.
Nāzimah Yåqub wasn’t unknown to me.
She was now the new managing director of Yåqūb group of companies.
Brahmdév Sharmā, Vishñu Nārāyañ and Mahéshvar Bachhalyā were her most loyal directors now in her Yåqūb group of companies.
Muħammad Yåqūb, her husband, was now her cuckolded assistant only.
“Mahéshvar Bachhalyā wanted you to learn Vedic Sanskr’t?” I smiled.
“No, but I wanted to impress Nāzimah Yåqub that I also know Vedic Sanskr’t. My daughter Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim is also happy that I’m so interested in her Hindu lover’s psychology.”
“That’s very brilliant of you Ms. Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.” I appreciated her.
“Thank you. The people, who go through life just making motions―and conventional motions at that, are mostly afraid to live. My relatives think I’ve started Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim on the downward path.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed contemptuously.*
I didn’t need another word more.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shivered in delicious wanting as I grabbed her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips, her hands clenching into fists as I put the head of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund against her horny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt hole.
I slid it forward, teasingly, pushing it between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot lips as my veined Uncut Hindu Shaft scorched every straining nerve ending.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shoved her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips back, silently begging for my pulsating Hindu member inside her heated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.
“Put it in her,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ whimpered. “Give it to her, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!”
With that, I buried my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside her tight, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, drawing an animal groan from the pit of her stomach.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt completely filled, my thickness stretching her open far beyond.
My fingers dug into the groove of her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips as I pulled me back into my violent Hindu fuck thrusts.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ‘s mound humped faster into Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth, her juices running steadily unto her tongue.
“Fuck yes, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…yesss…eat her baby girl…” I breathed. “Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, baby, I’m going to cum inside you…”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ arched sharply, screaming in pleasure as she began to cum.
“Yes! Do you want Durgesh‘s Hindu cum in you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah? Tell me you want it!”
“Yes…please… Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! cum inside me!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah panted.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was slamming into her bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
“I want your Hindu cum inside me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
“Okay, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …ahhh yes…I’m cummmming!” I penetrated her deepest.
A shock of intense, body-shuddering pleasure exploded inside Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, squeezing and contracting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt muscles like a glove around my raging Uncut Hindu Prick.
I tightened my grip on her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips triumphantly giving a final deep thrust.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, I’m cumming…cumming inside you, baby…cumming in your tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!” I cried as I filled her with streams of my hot Hindu seed.
Her knees gave out and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah fell forward.
I followed her with a soft grunt.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled and stroked sweaty hair away from her face, her pretty face suddenly freezing.
“Naåīm Sheikħ ‘ is home!” she whispered.
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