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Chapter 2

Durgesh Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid
Durgesh Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid

Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī furiously said,
“I’ll never agree to a sperm donor,”

“But, it’s been 10 years of trying,” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid said. “If I don’t get pregnant soon, it’s never going to happen. My daughters will never have a brother or even one more sister. The doctors have said you have too low a sperm count. All the Pseudo Musalmīn do.”

“Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, I bet it’s your fault. You just aren’t fertile any more. Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, I know I do my part every month when we have sex. You and your date circled on the calendar when you supposedly ovulate.”

“I just think you should consider the option to have me get pregnant by artificial means. It wouldn’t mean you’re any less of a man, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, and we’d have a son.”

“No way! Not in a million years. I’m not going to have a Hindu’s sperm in you. You’re my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman, and that’s the end of it. And don’t try anything behind my back, because Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, I know everyone in the local medical community and know where all the money is, so you can’t pay for it.”

“I wish you wouldn’t be so unreasonable, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī.” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid started crying.
Nevertheless, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī ignored Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, walked out the door, and went to work.

Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid sat there at the kitchen table, sobbing, until I went in.

“Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, don’t be sad.” I said gravely, “I heard everything, again for the millionth time. You know Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī’s not going to change his mind. He hates us Hindus immensely still now, despite our rule everywhere now.”

I reached around Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid and gave Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid a hug.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid wiped her eyes and hugged me back, feeling how strong and smart I was.
Her just-turned-65-year-old Hindu father in law.
Her mother’s and her mother’s in law pride and joy.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid didn’t know what Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid would do if Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid didn’t have me in her favor ever.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that again. The same old thing. Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, I guess I have to start facing the truth. You’ll never have a son.”

“Isn’t there any other way, to get pregnant, I mean?”

“No, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid. The doctors have said you are fine, but your husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, can’t produce what’s needed any more.”
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid thought of the pitiful few drops that Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī produced when Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid last gave him a quick handjob when he was too tired for sex.

“Well, how about somebody else’s sperm? We learned all about that when that lady that had all the babies was in the news.”

“Your Mujāhid husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, won’t allow it. And it’s too expensive for him, he says.”
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid sighed desperately.

“How much do you really want another baby, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid?”

“Oh, Durgesh, I want at least one with all my heart. I would do anything to know another little life is growing inside me. It would fulfill me completely. That’s why it’s hurting so much.”

“Then, why don’t you, you know, fool around just once and get pregnant on that day you mark off on the calendar? Just once. Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī would never know.”

“DURGESH! What would make you say such a thing? I’ve never cheated on my Mujāhid husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, and Wallāh, I never will! Moreover, if I did, my Mujāhid husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, would know the baby looked nothing like him. That’s a totally stupid idea.”

“Aw, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, it wouldn’t be as if you were doing anything wrong for the wrong reasons. You’d be doing something right for the right reasons. Just for that once and that’s it so you have a son for the rest of your life. That seems a good deal to me.”

Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid couldn’t believe Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was having this conversation with her own sixty five years old, Hindu father in law, Durgesh.
I was suggesting her to have a one-night stand with some guy just to have a baby.
As crazy as that sounded to her, it still did have some logic to it, but Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid could never stand the thought of being intimate with some strange man, no matter what the motivation.
That would never, ever happen.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid needed to have some affection, some love for the man Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid allowed into her body.

“Subject closed, mister. We’re out of ideas on that subject.”
I sat down and looked thoughtful.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid wiped her eyes and tried not to cry any more in front of me.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid would hide the pain from now on.
That’s when she spoke again.

“What about you, Durgesh?”

“What about me?” I asked.
I thought she was talking about my views on it.

“You said Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī would know if the baby didn’t look like him.”

“Yes, young lady. That’s called genetics. A baby looks like both his parents.

“Well, everybody says you look a lot like Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī. They even suspect that you are actually his real father, not his so called Abbū, Al Ghāzī Al Åālam.”

“Yeah. So?” I wasn’t liking where this seemed to be heading, but I still wasn’t sure I could believe what I was beginning to suspect.

“So, if I used your Hindu sperm, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī would never know. The baby would look like both of you. Problem solved!”

I was speechless.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid had just suggested getting me, her own Hindu father in law, Durgesh, impregnate her.
It was so unexpected and preposterous that I couldn’t even give words to the protest my mind was thinking.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid just sat there with her mouth immensely grave.*

Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid continued gravely:
“Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī would think it’s his. He would be happy thinking he’s the big man, and you’d be happy that I’m pregnant from you. I’d be happy, moreover, you two wouldn’t fight any longer all the time and I would have something to do with making things better.”

“Making things better? Do you even realize what you’re saying? Listen to yourself. You’re talking about being a sperm donor from your own Hindu father in law that’s your present Hindu stepfather as well. In addition, if you weren’t listening, it would cost a lot of money to you to have that one. Your Mujāhid husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, would know all about it, and would know about who the donor was too. What a plan.”
I didn’t say it was incest too.
Everyone of them rejected it prima facie.

“Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī doesn’t have to know,” she said.

“Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, you’re talking nonsense. There’s no way he wouldn’t find out. So, thanks for the brilliant idea, but no thanks.”

“There’s one way he would never find out,” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid said.

“Oh, and what’s that?”

Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid got up, and, looked boldly into my eyes,
“We could, you know, make love.”

I was silent.
I had been shocked before, but this was a whole different level of surprise. Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, my one more stepdaughter in law, had proposed to have sex with me.
Her face didn’t get red even with shame at just the thought of it.

“Think about it, Durgesh darling,” she said, and touched my arm as she passed by.

I pulled away from her hand as if it was an electric wire and yelled,
“You go to your room and stay there. I don’t want to even look at you.”*

I spent two uncomfortable hours thinking about the horrid thing Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid had cooked up in her misguided brain.
How could she even contemplate such an idea?
Moreover, even if she did have some wild hormone-driven fantasy, how could she me?

I finally justified her actions by factoring in her young age and her goal of stopping the fighting, the drama that had been escalating.

Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid took her mind off it by doing the wash and folding the clothes.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid had heard My TV in my room, but as Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid approached with my clothes, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid just heard my voice.
More accurately, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid heard her younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, making soft noises with me.

My bedroom door was open about an inch.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid peeked in before knocking and entering with my clean clothes.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid had a clear view of me.
I was lying on my bed without my shirt on, and my running shorts were pulled down to my knees.
Her younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, twenty six years old, was straddling on my sixty five years old, utmost experienced, unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her extremely beautiful young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was wrapped around my sixty five years old, utmost experienced, unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, was slowly straddling me on it, up and down, up and down.*

Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid wasn’t stunned.
She wasn’t seeing her younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, first time fucking me.
She herself had helped Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid to fuck me.
“Durgesh, my Hindu father in law, our Hindu stepfather, is too moral to fuck me, but he would certainly fuck you, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid,”
“I can’t believe you, Bājī,” Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid smiled cunningly teasing her elder sister, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, “You are more dazzling a Musalmān Beauty than even myself.”
“But I’m his Bahū Bégum, his daughter in law.” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid sighed.
“Nonsense, Durgesh is already fucking Farīdah Imām.” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid avoided the useless discussion.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid should have quietly left and given us privacy, but Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was mesmerized.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was the biggest sixty five years old, utmost experienced, unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid had ever seen.
It must have been over 9 inches long and probably thickest as well.
The tip of it glistened with her younger sister’s lubricating fluid.

Her Mujāhid husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī’s cut Musalmān nūnī wasn’t even half the size of this shaft.

Her younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, was mumbling something.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid shifted her head and traded her eye for her ear at the opening.
She said:

“Think. Think about it. Think about it, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid Bājī.”

Then Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid looked again, and Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid increased the speed of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
It became a blur as her hips began to buck.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was watching her twenty six years old, younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, fucking me and it was pretty evident that she was thinking about Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid!

A soft “Aaaahhhh!” escaped her lips and the black hole at the top of my sixty five years old, utmost experienced, unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund turned white with sperm.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid clearly saw it when my Uncut Hindu Lund was almost out of Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and vanished into it once again.
I had angled my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund so it was pointing towards her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb, and the first gush sent a solid stream of my thick Hindu semen all the way into it with tremendous velocity and force.
This repeated.

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid counted to herself.
That’s how many times I spurted volumes of my Hindu semen and sperm into Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
It looked as if I had spilled a small glass of milk into her.

I gave one last hard push and squeeze while Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid was whispering,
“Aah Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid Bājī, you don’t know what you are missing.”

Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was both disgusted and confused by what Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was feeling.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid should have immediately left when Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid saw what was happening.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was ashamed and embarrassed, but had other thoughts swimming in her head, too.
Her twenty six years old younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, had swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful young, twenty six years old, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and was enjoying my ejaculation inside her immensely still straddling on my Uncut Hindu Lund perfectly.

Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid silently backed away and went to her bedroom.*

Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid and I had been fucking each other for more than a year.
I was Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid’s, though not exclusively.
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid shared my bed every night.
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid was totally in love with me, despite the fact that she was only twenty six and I was sixty five already.
Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā was immensely in love with Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam,” Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid smiled fucking me, straddling me, “She razī Allāhu tålā ånahā was only nine years old then while Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam was fifty four. They had forty five years wide age difference, didn’t they? Our age difference is only thirty nine years.”
I was too in love with Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid now.
She was so much in love with me, and she was so devoted and obsessed with me that it was impossible for me, not to return her immensely unselfish feminine ardent Musalmān love.
The entire Jet Musalmān Beauties that were my Live in relationship Partners termed me their Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and themselves my Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
I had countless Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqahs razī Allāhu tålā ånahā my Live in relationship Partners. Moreover, their number was still increasing almost every day enormously.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, what the hell are you trying to do, yaar? Do you want entire Jet Musalmān Beauties should be only my Live in relationship Partners?” I complained ultimately.
“You don’t understand, Durgesh, my Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. I’m your Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.”*

Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid heard my car pull into the driveway.
She greeted me at the front door.
Throwing her arms around my neck, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid forcibly pulled me close to her and covered my mouth with Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid’s own extremely beautiful twenty six years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
It wasn’t a daughterly “welcome home” kiss, neither Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid was my daughter.
It was deep and passionate, including lots of tongue.
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid was my Bahū Bégum’s younger sister deliberately forcing me to have sex with her, as Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had at his fifty four years with his favorite wife, nine years old Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid argued:
Islam never oriented its marriages on ever stupid age suitability principle. Had it ever, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had never married Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā while she was six years old only. He sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had never consummated his marriage with her razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, moreover, when she razī Allāhu tålā ånahā was nine years old only. Dr. Ali Sina, his co authors and the ever wise cold countries persons argue Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam was a pedophile. They either deliberately or at least unknowingly erroneously forget that Årab was never a cold country. Her climate differs with that of the cold countries tremendously.”
“Are you telling me?”
“I’m transmitting.” Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid said curtly, “Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, claims a Stavak Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Penis immediately starts to act as an electro bar magnet when it enters a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Vaginal rheostat. It changes lines of forces present there by going in, out and in.”
I smiled,
“You believe your Kħātūn-e-Jannat, Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?”
“She guided me to affirm, to Prayog, against Indian National Congress, while fucking you. And you can yourself see the Indian National Congress is finished forever. It isn’t even in opposition as the leader of opposition now. We Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies wanted to punish Indian National Congress for cheating our Ummat-e-Muslimah for past sixty seven years. The Pseudo Musalmīn that supported Indian National Congress are too defeated in the ever worst manner.”
“And you believe it is because you affirmed for it when you were fucking me?” I smiled cunningly.
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid laughed triumphantly.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat, Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, understands you perfectly, infinite Musalmān Beauties fucker, infinite beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker. She has already warned everyone of us you can try to deceive us that it’s not because we affirmed for it while fucking you. Try your best. None of us would ever believe you.”
“How superstitious you Musalmān Beauties and you beautiful Musalmān houseladies are. I can’t believe it.”
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid laughed triumphantly once more.”
“We haven’t succeeded first time affirming while fucking you. It’s not our ever first victory, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”
“I see. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is crediting her every victory to your sexual union with me. And despite your high education you still believe her nonsense.”
It isn’t nonsense.” Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid said curtly, “It’s Eīshān Vigyān.”
“No Musalmān believes it. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is using this strategy only to keep you Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucking me madly.”

Chapter 3
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam