Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
Ever since their honeymoon, Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Pakistani Musalmān wife, Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad , and Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad had taken the very same vacation year after year.
It was actually the very same, the same motel, the same dates, the same suite in many cases, seventeen years running now, all the same.
That sounds painfully monotonous to some persons and under ordinary circumstances probably would be.
But, having a very narrow window of time in the Spring while trying to maintain a very strict budget, they just couldn’t top it.
First and foremost this locale had always been quite inexpensive, which absolutely topped the list, but not cheap with amenities.
It also had everything they were looking for in a cheap Spring vacation; great beach, great food, quiet, and all just outside their door.
They had even grown to know and love the motel owners.
There wasn’t anything to dislike.
However, after the first few years of discovering this little patch of sand, they soon realized it was becoming more and more popular with the Spring breakers.
They were like locusts for those of the persons who were only looking for down time.
As soon as they invaded Panama City Beach, it was only a matter of time before they found Ft. Walton.
It used to be a great panhandle beach with very few Spring breakers.
There was no problem even about getting a good room.
A week’s stay always broke out to around forty-five bucks per night and there were folks of almost every age to relate to.
Sadly enough though, they watched as their little sanctuary slipped into the hands of the mighty hordes.
Even after the Spring breakers discovered their little piece of paradise, they continued to go.
It was their place.
They had too many memories to give it up.
They finally conceded though that, if they were going to keep it their little spot, they had to live with it.
And as it turned out, they really weren’t all that rowdy, at least not rowdy enough to run them off.
Last year however broke the mold in so very many ways.
They first found themselves literally surrounded by Spring breakers, again not unusual for late March, but this particular year they found themselves a literal magnet for many of the University faculties.
It took them very little time to discover that they were both educators at Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad.
It turned out, to be the source of the magnetism attracting them.
They were absolutely fascinated by the fact that they were normal, cool, and otherwise regular people able to have a good time.
Somewhere in their minds, they must have believed that they spent most of their free time finding new ways to flunk them into oblivion.
Most of them were very standoffish at first, treating them like the police or some other higher authority, but after a couple of days they finally figured out that they were actual human beings.
Very soon into the second day, they found that the back porch of their suite was becoming the ultimate hangout for some of them.
Naively, Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad was sure at first it had much more to do with the fact that they always had beer, liquor, and a whole lot less to do with the placement of their porch, but soon found out differently.
Many of them though, being the bright mature sophisticated folks they were, soon discovered that storing and mingling their drinkables with theirs, stretched their supply a whole lot further; Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad watched it too many times to try it.
Most of them were from Banaras Hindu University, India, a very likable sort so they just went with it.
Plus, they always overbought when it came to alcohol, not wanting to run back and forth to the liquor store.
Funny thing was Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Pakistani Musalmān wife and he only drink a few times a year, but they were mega-lushes with the amount they purchased.
Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad had to say though, they were Nazis about who was and was not of drinking age and, to their surprise, they very much respected their one cardinal rule.
Several of the faculties from the Banaras Hindu University, India, were awe struck with Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Pakistani Musalmān wife, Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad.
It wasn’t surprising the slightest.
Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad’s nickname where they taught was “Ultra MILF” with some of her present and former male students.
It’s quite interesting too, over the years she and Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad both began to notice that her Hindu male students always made far better grades than did even her female Musalmān students.
“I understand Professor Al Tāhirah.”
“Take for example our Head Peon Ram Lal. Doesn’t he deserve promotion to a better post now even when he is approaching his sixty?”
Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad smiled.
“Our Head Peon Ram Lal couldn’t get his promotion ever because he has always infuriated the higher authorities.”
“Well, if the extremely ravenous Musalmān wives and other houseladies of our higher authorities are always interested in our Head Peon Ram Lal, sexually, what our Head Peon Ram Lal can do, except to surrender to their horny wishes?” Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad smiled.
“Professor Al Tāhirah, please. Our Head Peon Ram Lal is not Ħazrat Yusuf ålayhissalām.”
“Well,” Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad smiled cunningly, “Shakīlah Taymūr Bājī doesn’t think so.”
Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad couldn’t contradict his extremely beautiful wife, Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad.
Shakīlah Taymūr was his own real elder sister.
“Shakīlah Taymūr Bājī wanted a son. Anwar Kamāl, her husband, couldn’t provide.”
Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad smiled.
“Our Head Peon Ram Lal has given Shakīlah Taymūr Bājī five sons consecutively. Naturally, Shakīlah Taymūr Bājī is grateful to our Head Peon Ram Lal.”
“What do you want to say?” Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad looked somewhat irritated at his extremely beautiful wife, Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad.
Professor Al Tāhirah smiled,
“I sympathize with the poor Hindu. He is being victimized by our most communal political system.”
“In India, Musalmīn are treated worse.” Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad said furiously.
“I don’t think so. Shahrukh Khan, Åāmir Khan, Salmān Khan are included in Indian super stars.”
“Well, they say our Head Peon Ram Lal is the most successful porn super star of Pakistan.”
“Porn super star.” Professor Al Tāhirah smiled sarcastically, “Is it legal? He can be arrested and prosecuted anytime.”
“He is already approaching sixty, yaar? He isn’t arrested even once. When will they arrest him? When he would die? Allah Allah! Our Head Peon Ram Lal is enjoying sex with our extremely attractive Pakistani Musalmān Beauties. And yet you say we are communal. Nonsense.”
To Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad it was a no-brainer.
They were simply trying to gain her approval.
Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad always laughingly told Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad it was from her revolutionary teaching skills.
He always rebutted,
“Having a spectacular pair of legs and a nice Musalmān ass is not a skill.”
She was the type of female Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad educator that you might see in movies.
She was truly brilliant, naturally beautiful, very professional, and had perfect C-cup breasts that Allah gave her.
The fact that she was a highly sexy thirty-seven year old Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad educator spread like wildfire at the motel and actually got Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad even more “Hot Points,” as some of the Hindus began calling it.
Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad sometimes wished he were more ignorant to Hindus gazing at her.
But Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad was neither naive nor stupid when it came to what they were staring at.
It was not the bikini.
It was what’s under it.
Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad truly was gorgeous and would be stared at, especially by her Hindu colleagues, males in general for that matter.
Head peon, Ram Lal, was very much attached to her, naturally.
Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad openly favored Head Peon Ram Lal, always sympathetic to him for his absolutely unjust degrading post.
Head Peon Ram Lal started his career as a peon, but he studied along with serving Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad.
Now he was a PhD, Dr. Ram Lal Qāid-e-Åāzamist PhD.
Even then, he was not promoted even to a clerical post.
His enemies were tremendously furious with him as he fucked their ravenous beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
“Actually the ravenous Musalmān bitches fuck our Dr. Ram Lal Qāid-e-Åāzamist PhD.” Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad used to say.
“Professor Al Tāhirah,” Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad used to say patiently, “They suspect Dr. Ram Lal Qāid-e-Åāzamist PhD fucks you too.”
“Your name is linked with him.”
“Yes, I know. But it’s not true.”
“Stop favoring Dr. Ram Lal Qāid-e-Åāzamist PhD so openly.”
“Never. That’s what the bastards want me to do.” Professor Al Tāhirah declared wrathfully.
“He’d still have countless supporters.” Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad smiled ironically, “though almost all of them are ravenous horny Pakistani Musalmān Beauties. But you can’t deny that almost all of them are too powerful to be fought out.”
“That’s why he is still surviving, despite every unjust attitude of our most envious impotent male dominated society.” Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad was still fuming.
“They say he is practically your Personal Assistant?”
“He is a PhD, Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad.” Professor Al Tāhirah said curtly, “As far as I can, I’d never let him degraded.”
“Allah, they say you are his sex slave.” Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad said helplessly.
“Well, I’m not.”
“He is a porn super star, and—”
“Do you believe the unjust degrading rumors about Dr. Ram Lal Qāid-e-Åāzamist PhD and me?”
“Do you want to divorce me?”
“Allah, Professor Al Tāhirah!”
“Thank you. Tell me if you ever want to divorce me. I’d never oppose you.”
Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad was frightened of her now very much.
He couldn’t live without his exceedingly beautiful wife, Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad.***
Some days ago, in Islamabad, Dr. Ram Lal Qāid-e-Åāzamist PhD, parked his compact green Chevrolet sports coupe in his reserved slot at the rear of his small office building on Fātimah Ali Jinnah Boulevard.
After going through the usual contortions to get his still handsome frame out of the cramped driver’s seat, he ambled up the narrow walk that ran along the side of his building to the front door.
On the door was a gray plaque with gold and green lettering that read:
‘Ram Lal Associates: A HVS organization’.
The door, as usual, was unlocked.
The HVS Chairman Durgesh had come to Islamabad on the special request of President of Pakistan.
It was rumored that Durgesh had his sexual relationships with even Benazir Bhutto and her opponents killed her to keep their self-respect and that of their country.
Pakistan Peoples Party had not only denied the rumors, it condemned it too.
The staff was always in at nine thirty in the morning.
Dr. Ram Lal tried to arrive promptly at ten o’clock.
The reception was momentarily empty.
It told Dr. Ram Lal that his receptionist-bookkeeper-secretary, Almās Åālamgīr, was most likely in his office preparing his coffee in the small kitchen.
Down the adorned corridor, there were three offices:
The first was occupied by his draftsperson, Fauziyah Bābar.
The second was occupied by his production person, Nauheed Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
The last and largest was his own office.
It was an airy room that had a wooden drafting table at one end and his oversized waxed pine desk, with a cluster of chairs ringing it, at the other.
Sure enough, in his office, Dr. Ram Lal found Almās Åālamgīr at his desk, setting down his mug of hot black coffee and spreading out the morning’s HVS Times of Pakistan for him.
Almās Åālamgīr was a medium height, shapely Pakistani Musalmān brunette.
Almās Åālamgīr hesitated.
“Hi, beautiful.” Dr. Ram Lal smiled, feeling himself rock hard.
Almās Åālamgīr smiled her thanks, unzipped him and brought out his rocking hard Uncut Hindu Penis.
Dr. Ram Lal started undressing Almās Åālamgīr.
Dr. Ram Lal closed his eyes enjoying the daily morning blowjob from Almās Åālamgīr.
Almās Åālamgīr undressed Dr. Ram Lal fully giving him excellent blowjob.
“What’s the mood, sir? On my back or on my knees today?” Almās Åālamgīr winked at her Hindu employer and lover.
“On your knees, Sālī.”
Extremely beautiful nude Almās Åālamgīr went on her knees.
Dr. Ram Lal entered her from her behind.
Almās Åālamgīr was quite habitual now.
The sixty years old Hindu was still a sex maniac.
Allah, how wild he is always.
Sometimes he pounded her Pakistani Musalmān Cunt even the entire day nonstop.
These Hindus are really wild and savage in sex.
Even her Abbū, Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr had told her so.
“I’d hoped to clean up your desk a little before that lady comes, sir.” Almās Åālamgīr smiled at her ever-sexy Hindu employer.
“Lady?”Dr. Ram Lal suddenly found himself brought to the real world, relentlessly, from the Jannat-e-Firdaus of Almās Åālamgīr he was enjoying very much.
The Hindu balls kissed her smooth velvet thighs.
It rested deepest into Almās Åālamgīr now.
Dr. Ram Lal stopped the in and out movements, enjoying the ‘in’ now deepest, very much.
“Idiot,” her Ammī rebuked her Abbū, “Almās Åālamgīr is nobody’s fool. She is after Durgesh. Dr. Ram Lal would soon be replaced by the great Durgesh, the zillionaire himself. Durgesh visits HVS organizations every now and then.”
“Her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, was a damnfool. She never thought of her daughters. She was so selfish that she never prepared Bābarah Åālamgīr for Durgesh. She behaved foolishly with him as if he was her real father. Now, Durgesh is having problem in accepting Bābarah Åālamgīr as his Live in relationship Partner.”
“Bilqīs Taymūr, please.”Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr disapproved his wife’s statement against his another wife, Jamīlah Aurangzeb.
Bilqīs Taymūr dismissed her shauhar scornfully.
“Your problem is that you couldn’t get Durgesh.” Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr tried to suppress his smile.
Bilqīs Taymūr was irritated,
“Don’t do it, please.” Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr pleaded with Bilqīs Taymūr mocking her, “Think of your own daughter, Almās Åālamgīr, even if you never think of your old backward Musalmān husband.”
“Very funny.” Bilqīs Taymūr retorted.
“Give me a son, Almās Åālamgīr.”Dr. Ram Lal repeated his request as usual.
“My pleasure, Mérī Jān.” Almās Åālamgīr bowed humbly.
Dr. Ram Lal went behind his desk and settled down with a glass of juice and his morning paper.
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