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It was in the evening when the telegram from the Swedish Embassy in Ved Nagar clattered through the electric machine of the telegraph office.
The girl on the machine at the time pulled the message out with a yell.
“Look it who won the Nobel Prize!” she shouted.
The other girls came out of their chairs running, and the jubilation, the joyousness attracted the three delivery humanoid robots also.
Ved Nagar didn’t have any human servants at all.
Eventually, the exclamations and the buzz of excitement brought Muħammad Ħanīf, the manager, out of his cozy cubicle.
He was reading the Constitution of Ved Nagar and drinking a juice, beside the heater.
Muħammad Ħanīf appeared buttoning his trouser up.
“What’s up?” he called out, “What’s up? What’s going on here?”
One of the girls passed the strip of tape to Muħammad Ħanīf.
He read it.
Muħammad Ħanīf grinned broadly.
“Allah! Alħamdulillāhi rabbil åālmīn. It’s a big day for all of us.”
“Let me deliver it.” One of the girls offered cheerfully.
“What do you think of me, Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl?” Muħammad Ħanīf smiled at her, “Am I a damn fool? This is solemn occasion. Isn’t it? This is something Mr. Muħammad Ħanīf would do personally.”
“Bet you just want to have yourself another look at your fiancée, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.”
Muħammad Ħanīf was startled somewhat.
He never anticipated Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl could dare such a tease to him.
Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl was interested in Durgesh, yet she couldn’t get anywhere near Mr. Mayor.
It wasn’t that Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl wasn’t beautiful.
If it would have been so, Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl would never herself had dreamed of Durgesh.
The fact that Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl was extremely beautiful had made her dare to dream of Mr. Mayor.
“Take care, sister,” Muħammad Ħanīf said sympathetically, “This message here is too important. You get it ready now.”
He read the message once more.
‘IN RECOGNITION OF… IN SUPPORT OF HUMANITARIAN IDEALS… THE NOBEL FOUNDATION OF STOCKHOLM ON BEHALF OF SWEDISH ACADEMY IS PLEASED TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE TODAY BEEN VOTED THIS YEAR’S NOBEL PRIZE. THE PRIZE WILL BE A GOLD MEDALLION AND A CHEQUE FOR ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS STOP THE AWARD CEREMONY WILL TAKE PLACE IN STOCKHOLM ON DECEMBER TWENTY FOURTH STOP DETAILS FOLLOW STOP HEARTIEST CONGRATULATIONS STOP…’
For Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān it was always a pleasure to lie on the hard table in the darkened room beside the elaborate electrocardiograph equipment.
Only few people could understand it.
An efficient, antiseptic nurse dabbed the paste on her chest, arms and legs, and then applied the electrodes with their five lead wires-one to her chest, two to her arms and two to her legs.
This experience was soothing, relaxing, and always conducive, always helpful to clear thinking.
She engaged twice a year in this experience at the behest of the Ved Nagar Government.*
This evening, however, as Al Zāhidah Al Imrān stretched on the table, chest, arms, legs bared, half watching the beautiful nurse attach the cool electrodes to her beautiful skin.
Her pleasure was shadowed faintly by apprehension.
She reasoned that the apprehension had entered into the EKG test because today the test was especially important.
In the three years past, since she had accepted the Government’s offer to join the high-level staff of the Society for Basic Research outside Ved Nagar, she had attended these checkups, one in January and one in July, as a matter of routine.
The tests were never against her.
She changed her medical experts.
Yet, the report never changed.
It was always the same.
But then why has he established Ved Nagar, instead of Dārussalām?
She wasn’t medically fit those seven years ago.
She isn’t medically fit again after she returned to her ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb.
“You shouldn’t have come to me again, Zāhidah.” Her ever-loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, had said.
“Why don’t you understand, Rashīd, I love you.” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān said with tearful eyes, “You sent me to him I detest very much. Aren’t seven years enough to find out he isn’t a Muslim and he would never be.”
“That’s not our problem exactly, Al Zāhidah Al Imrān.” her ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, tried gravely to explain to her, “Our exact problem is that I want you to live, to be alive, if not for yourself, for me, for our daughters, and now for our sons too.”
“They aren’t our sons, my ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb. Durgesh has fathered them.”
“Nevertheless, you are their Ammī, their real mother. Aren’t you?”
“Why did you sent me to Durgesh, Rashīd? Why the hell did you sent me to him?”
“But even seven years couldn’t cure me.”
“You were cured entirely.”
“Then why it’s again there as soon as I returned to you?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would remember the evening as a crucial moment of self-revelation in her mature years.
Twenty-eight was a mature year.
Some persons really run far ahead of their actual age.
She wasn’t even a bit ashamed of herself that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās caught her red handed.
“Red handed?” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir smiled at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās patronizingly, “What the hell do you mean, Saåīdah? I wasn’t committing a theft. Was I? I am already eighteen. I am an adult legally and I have chosen my life partner. What’s wrong in that?”
“Durgesh is sixty six already. He is forty eight years older than you.”
“I haven’t any objection even a bit.” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir winked at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, “Although I never believe he is more than twenty eight. Some of my girl friends say he himself looks never more than eighteen himself. Just eighteen Just Adult himself.”
Al Zubaydah Al Nādir again winked at her,
“Durgesh is incredible, isn’t he?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched her wristwatch.
It was 6:18.
She remembered reading somewhere that most of the dummy clocks used for advertising by American jewelers were set or painted in, at about 8:18 in the incorrect belief that this was the moment that Abraham Lincoln had died.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās never liked it.
Abraham Lincoln’s death should not be remembered.
His great life must be remembered instead.
He believed in immortality always.
That’s why Durgesh was so ever young that none could tell he was sixty-six.
Durgesh had won it even before for establishing religion as an everlasting endless movement of humanity whether it was Hinduism, Islam, Christianity, Judaism, Persianism or any other religion whatsoever.
In this historical ship, there were many Nobel Prize winners.
The magnificent green vessel of HVSI had, an hour ago, left behind the coast of Ved Nagar and was now cutting through the choppy, the uneven sea toward the Swedish port of Göetborg.*
Al Zubaydah Al Nādir smiled.
“Do you know what does HVSI stands for?”
“Sure,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched her cousin gravely,
“Humane Values Secured Infinitely.”
“Muħammad Ħanīf claims it isn’t true.”
“Your fiancé? That’s manager at Swedish Embassy, Ved Nagar?”
“Social or Political?” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir asked evocatively.
“Can you tell me of another organization, only single one, that protects humane values as sincerely and as profoundly as HVSI?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said, “HVSI is matchless in everything humane profoundly.”
“I agree with you.” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir said honestly.
They heard footsteps directly behind them.
Both of them twisted quickly.
Their beautiful faces were smiling to greet me.
Their reactions didn’t hide their disappointment.
“Sorry. You both the girls were expecting Durgesh perhaps.”
“Sure,” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir cooed, “However, it’s better you, Kħālājān, than none anyone.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t even looked at her Ammī.
“It’s better we shouldn’t talk on it.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said tersely, “I never imagined my mother is as selfish and as lacking gratefulness as you are. You are never grateful what Durgesh did for you for seven long years.”
“You can’t understand, Biŧŧo. You haven’t married someone who is as great as your Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb.”
“I agree with you. Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn let their wives die instead of surrendering them for Sex Therapy. I’m really proud of my Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, that he is one of the great true Musalmīn. Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam brought Islam to protect the lives of the Årab womankind who were being buried alive when they were only a child. Durgesh says Doctor Ali Sina and his co-authors never talk of this greatest achievement of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and the true Musalmīn of that time. Yes, the true Islam couldn’t survive as long as it should have due to the ever selfish imperial activities and ambitions of Yazīd malåūn lånat ålayhi, nevertheless it doesn’t mean Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam absolutely failed in his sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam greatest mission of establishing humanity in then Arab and the other countries.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched her Ammī ironically.
“I don’t believe it’s only because I live in relationship with him. He is the ever utmost successful Sex Therapist. He is doing some kind of Sex Therapy only known to him and to none else ever.” Al Zāhidah Al Imrān said, “I have lived in relationship with Durgesh for seven long years despite the fact that I hate him immensely for his ever shrewdest sexual relationships with the infinite Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān houseladies. Durgesh is a never curable utmost communal Hindu that have utmost pride in having sex with extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies.”
“You still hate him?”
“Yet you love him immensely when he penetrates you.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled ironically.
“That’s the problem. I am unable to control my physical needs, my physical body. It loves the Hindu beast exclusively. It doesn’t love your Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, your father. It hates him for he never made me love as wildly as Durgesh does always.”
None of both was startled.
It wasn’t an unknown fact to anyone of her now.
“My brain loves Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb and hates Durgesh immensely,” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān sighed helplessly, “While my body ravenously craves for Durgesh and hates Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb to the extent that I want to cuckold Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb to Durgesh and myself. While alone, I enjoy proudly that Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb has himself surrendered me to Durgesh that he should have sex with me, Sex Therapy my foot, and cure me. But when I return to my senses, I hate myself for it. I pray in my Salawāt, ‘Allah, punish me tremendously for what I’m doing with my ever loving ever moral husband.”
“I know, what do you think I’m a damn fool?” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān laughed ironically lightly, “I’m myself a PhD, girlies. Yes, I never got Nobel Prize for any services of humanity I rendered; nevertheless, I myself am never inhuman. Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hates me today for something I don’t have any control over. She is a Nobel Prize winner now for her humanitarian ideals, yet she refuses deliberately to understand my disorder. Humanitarian ideals! Haha!”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had herself asked the same question.
Durgesh understands it perfectly.
Her Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, understands it perfectly.
Why doesn’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself?
Why doesn’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās have any sympathy with her own Ammī?
Why Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās is so irrational?
I smiled patronizingly.
“Certainly not, my sweetie, never. I never want anyone to convert into anything s/he doesn’t want to be ever. Hinduism and Islam aren’t two separate religions at all. You just be a good Muslim, instead of being or remaining one of the Pseudo Musalmīn. Even Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā never wanted it. Otherwise, there were never any revelation of Allopanishad.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās calmed herself.
Hell, Allah! She should have never reacted such childishly.
Most of the non-Muslims have the same complaint.
Most of the Musalmīn never react rationally.
They never try to understand what actually the non Muslim opposite him/her wants to say.
They just suspect him/her that he/she is trying to divert him/her from Islam and act irrationally furiously.
“They say it’s written by some Musalmīn in the regime of Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar to convert Hindus into Islam. It is the basic holy book of Dīn-e-Ilāhī, a religion established by Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar.”
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Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought all my Musalmān stepdaughters have a secret desire to make love to their father, because she thought all the girls had it for their real fathers even.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew she herself was one.
Her Ammī returned to her real Abbū, Al Rashīd Al wahāb, even when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was very young.
Durgesh was of course a very good man.
She had lived entire seven years with Durgesh now.
Durgesh had given her two sons even.
He was never interested in Islam, neither he could ever be.
It was the greatest tragedy of the entire humanity that it never knew the actual importance of religion.
A religion was actually an international movement of humanity that always needed updation.
Overnight, for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, Durgesh became a single parent, and For Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās I became her whole world.
In this particular house, especially, I had named after Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, ‘Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Mansion’.
It was now owned by Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās and me.
I had offered her to transfer it in her sole name on her twenty eighth birthday, even if Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would leave me with her Ammī.
“I’d never leave you.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās cried, “I hate my real parents. They shamelessly suggested me to live here with you until my twenty eighth birthday. They suggested I should leave you after getting this vast Mansion entirely in my name. Shame on them. Can’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās live here alone with you forever?”
I hugged Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās,
“Your twenty eighth birthday is not very far away. Only one week is remaining. Take your Mansion entirely on your name alone as my good bye gift, my parting gift to you.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hugged me and started to cry,
“I’d never leave you. I’d never let you down as my Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān did.”
In her opinion, she couldn’t have asked for a more loving and attentive father.
Sometimes Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt guilty that I was so alone in this vast Mansion, even if I had my infinite women everywhere.
Ultimately, none of them was here, after her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, returned to her real Abbū.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I would never blame Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās for anything, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t naive enough not to realize a man had needs.
She wasn’t a child anymore.
Only after a week, she would be twenty-eight herself.
She was already a PhD.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās also knew very well that somehow, someway, she would have to find a way to satisfy those needs herself.
I was everything to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
She would sometimes gaze at me adoringly when I wasn’t looking.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had always thought me a quite handsome man with my chiseled features and muscular build, which Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās attributed to all those years working sex therapy and various other forms of manual sex labor for needy Musalmān houseladies.
Her hands were always soft and gentle whenever Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would hug me.
Sometimes I caught Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās holding on to me a little longer than maybe she should have, as she took in my manly scent of Old Spice and peppermint.
And more than once Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would get a strong tingling sensation between her legs whenever Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would hold me or she would snuggle up to me next on the couch while I was watching TV.
Simply put, I was something as if a god to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
The more I tried to explain to her that I was nothing as she thought, the more her adoration for me intensified.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās worshipped the ground I walked on.
But I didn’t know just how strong her feelings were for me until one time when she made what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās fondly refer to as her special discovery.
It was one afternoon when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had come home from University.
Now Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was 28 and was a PhD herself.
She didn’t allow me to transfer the Mansion in her sole name.
Neither had she left me.
I kept silent not to offend her that her real parents wanted her to leave me after her twenty eighth birthday.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I was already home from work since my limousine was parked in the driveway.
Sometimes I came home from work a little early, so Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t alarmed when she saw my limousine parked in front of the house.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was alarmed, however, by some sound that seemed to be coming to her from my bedroom.
Worried, she dropped her purse on the floor of the living room and hurried to my bedroom to see if I needed her help.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās soon discovered, however, that she was “helping” me in a most unexpected way.
Since I didn’t like her just barging into my room unannounced, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās slowly opened the door to my room just a crack and was about to call out for me.
The moaning got louder the closer she got to my room.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly discovered why, when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās made her special discovery.
I was fucking one of her friends, her Kħālāzād cousin actually, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
She was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Moreover, she was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālāzād cousin, almost exactly identical to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself.
For one moment, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought that she was watching her fantasy in her dream.
I was fucking Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself.
Her Kħālā was so exactly identical to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī that I had fucked her Kħālā instead of Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī millions of times, and never knew it was her Kħālā.
The mystery was disclosed when her Kħālā gave birth to a handsome son that was exactly identical to my son her Ammī had given birth simultaneously.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālū immediately divorced Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālā.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī pleaded to me that I should accept her Kħālā too.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās gazed us, and her own mouth fell open.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās touched her chest and was about to suck in a quick breath.
She quickly stopped herself.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t want me to notice her crouching behind the door and seeing that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was exactly identical to her Kħālāzād cousin.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what I was doing to her Kħālāzād cousin, even though Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself was not sexually experienced.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hadn’t, even yet, been so much as kissed by a boy.
Simply put, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was still a virgin.
At her twenty eight even.
It proved her immensely high moral character.
She was a real Musalmān.
S/he was a true Musalmān.
About the only sexual experience Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had was whenever she touched herself at night as she lay alone in bed, and that was pretty much it.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had overheard some girls at University talking about “fucking and playing with themselves” but she didn’t know exactly what they meant until seeing me fucking her Kħālāzād cousin herself.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew she should have just walked away since a daughter is not supposed to see her father like that.
Nevertheless, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās just stood there mesmerized by the sight of me with my Uncut Hindu Cock vanishing in and out of her exactly identical Kħālāzād cousin and friend, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, furiously.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what that was, too, even though that was yet another sexual experience she had yet to discover for herself.
Up to that point, the only penises Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had seen were on the Internet.
Hey, a girl can be curious!
But seeing a real live one was a totally different experience.
As Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood there watching me fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir in that manner, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās couldn’t help but notice how I kept glancing over at the top of her desk.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself glanced over to see what I kept looking at and was shocked to discover a picture of her Ammī in a one-piece red bikini that I had taken of her when we went to the beach on one of our typical family outings just a few weeks ago.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās too wanted to wear a two-piece bikini, but being the stern loving father I was, I wouldn’t allow it for what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought were obvious reasons.
I was pleasuring myself with Al Zubaydah Al Nādir to a picture of her Ammī!
As the initial shock wore off, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās started to feel a little, well, flattered that I found her Ammī still attractive enough to pleasure myself, even fucking her Ammī’s exactly identical, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
What a damnfool her Ammī was.
Her real Abbū never loved her so much as I still did.
As far as I was concerned, actually I wasn’t fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir at all.
Now there are some people who would probably say at the point Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās should have been outraged that I was still looking at her Ammī in that way.
Nevertheless, the simple truth of the matter was, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t.
In fact, not only was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās not outraged in the slightest by what I was doing with her Ammī’s bikini-clad picture, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās also felt those familiar tingling sensations come back between her legs full-force.
Was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself not more identical to her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, than even her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, was?
Why don’t the hell Durgesh fuck Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself, instead of fucking her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir?
I started fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir harder and faster as I increased the speed.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly lifted her dress, slipped her hand inside her dampening panties, and touched her hard throbbing clitty with the tip of her forefinger.
She quickly stifled a loud moan that was about to escape her lips since the last thing Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted to do was shock me that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was watching me get myself off to her Ammī’s picture, even while fucking her Ammī’s identical, her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I was about to climax as I gripped the waist of Al Zubaydah Al Nādir harder and fucked her even faster.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, too, felt herself about to come as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was frantically rubbing her little clitty with her fingertip, with her mouth close tight, so I wouldn’t still hear her. All of a sudden, I threw my head back and let out a long drawn-out moan as my white stuff spurted out of the tip of my big penis into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, over and over several times.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what the “white stuff” was since they taught about all that stuff in Health class in University. So Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t that sexually inexperienced after all!
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās slipped a finger inside of her and climaxed herself as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me come into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
That time she didn’t stop herself from moaning and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās fell face-forward into my room.
To say I was shocked to see her there, especially in the, let’s say, condition we were both in, would have been a severe understatement.
“Honey,” I tried not to stammer, trying in vain to cover Al Zubaydah Al Nādir and myself. “Hell! What the hell are you doing in here?”
It was then that I noticed her dress hiked up and her hand still buried down inside her drenched panties.
“And what in the world are you doing with your hand down,”
I paused as if I couldn’t allow myself to admit that Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān’s own daughter, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, played with herself too,
“…down there like that?”
“Funny, ‘Daddy’,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said with a naughty grin, “I could ask you the exact same thing!”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood up, still grinning at me, and said something Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t have normally said to me:
“You aren’t my father actually. Are you? Only my Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, was your live in relationship partner. And some would say you shouldn’t be fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir to the pictures of my Ammī. She isn’t your live in relationship partner any more.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās pointed at the bikini-clad picture of her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, placed on my desk.
I glanced at the photo yet my face never flushed a bright red even for a second.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās giggled at the sight of her Kħālāzād cousin’s embarrassment, which was something else Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās normally would not have done to her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t know what was coming over her, as that was not like Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās to act in such a flirty way, especially not with me.
It was right there standing in my room that she came to the realization that I was still in love with her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, even when she had returned to her real Abbū.
Subconsciously, she probably knew that, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t allow herself to admit that the society conditions didn’t allow us to have these type of feelings for those who are the closest and dearest to us.
But standing there in my bedroom after seeing me pleasure myself to her Ammī’s picture and realizing that I had these kind of feelings, sexual feelings, for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī still now, perhaps I may say society be damned!
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās strode over to where I was fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
She didn’t take her eyes off me as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood before me and leaned back against my desk.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached behind me, grabbed her Ammī’s photo and gazed down at it.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās gazed back at me and grinned at me again.
“So, Daddy,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said as seductively as she could, “you must really like that picture of my Ammī, huh?”
That was, until Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached down and lightly touched the base of my wet penis with the tip of her forefinger.
I jumped back with Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, still embedded in her, and glared at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was one sick little puppy, in spite of what I just got through doing with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī’s picture.
“What the hell are you doing?” I thundered at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached down again and dipped her finger into the slippery length of my penis that was still dripping with my white hot come and Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s fragrent Musalmān Pussy juices.
“Don’t,” I ordered sternly.
“Stop,” I said even more firmly. “Stop immediately. It still isn’t your own picture,” I paused, “it’s your Ammī’s. Damn you.”*
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned her head closer to mine and said to me in a soothing voice,
“I’m NOT your daughter exactly, and I love you very much, and I know you love me very much.”
“Stop, I say,” I demanded in a commanding voice. “We should never do it. It’s wrong.” I shook my head at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās. “It’s so wrong.”
“Is it, Durgesh darling?”
I was genuinely surprised, even a little shocked, that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had asked me such a question.
Then, as if I had contemplated her question in my mind, I slowly leaned forward on Al Zubaydah Al Nādir and gave up trying to stop her.
To the extent she had already gone, it was futile now to stop her.
None of my Musalmān stepdaughters maintained her platonic relationship with me.
I was only an immensely competent man for them they could have their live in relationship with, never a father.
For them I had both money and honey.
None could provide them the incredible sex I always was capable to, neither anyone had that much money always pouring in infinitely as I had.
It tasted hot and salty in her mouth.
Moreover, it slid more easily back and forth between her lips.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had never sucked a man’s cock before.
Though, of course, she had seen it done on the Internet!
The fact that I was so large made the task a bit more intimidating.
But, being the little trooper that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās did her absolute best to give me all the pleasure that I deserved.
The round flushed tip was poking the back of her throat.
I liked ultimately, what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was doing to me as I leaned my head back and started moaning again, as before when I was pleasuring myself to her Ammī’s picture fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
Not only that, but I was also becoming fully erect again in her mouth.
That made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās proud happy knowing that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was pleasing me in that way.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās noticed my balls sticking out the top of my briefs.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stopped sucking me and tried to take them both into her mouth.
It made me moan even louder even though one of my balls did slip out of her mouth.
That was when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt herself begin to gag a little, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was able to hold it back as she placed her hands on my thighs and tried to keep her head as still as possible so I could thrust myself inside her mouth.
My cock slipped out of her mouth at one point.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned down with her tongue hanging out, licked the shaft all the way to the throbbing purple head, and sucked the very tip back into her mouth.
I moaned out once more when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās did that, and something told Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t last much longer with me doing that to me.
I sensed it too.
Before Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew it, I had reached down, grabbed her arms, and pulled Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās up onto the top of my desk.
I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, which were by now so wet they were soaked.
I nearly drove her insane when I fucked her erect Musalmān clitty.
She had never felt pleasure like that before, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was determined after that day, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was going to feel it again and again with me, as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās realized right then and there that I was the only man for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached out, wrapped it in her hand again, and gave it a few light strokes.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was amazed at how it felt both hard and soft at the same time.
I sat down in my chair, making her let go of my cock when I did so.
I noticed her lower lip was quivering just slightly.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was sure Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was excited and never ashamed of what we were doing.
But, to be honest, at that point she really didn’t care.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew without a doubt what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted from me next.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās got up from my desk, reached down and pulled her drenched panties all the way off.
Without taking her eyes off me, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās threw them off to the side and started to straddle me on my chair.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās removed her hand from around my penis and slid herself down ever so slowly until her bottom was touching my balls.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās lifted her blouse and then her bra to uncover both her breasts that had also never known the touch of a man.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned forward and all but smothered her tits into my face.
I kept my face between her young smart excellent Musalmān tits.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had heard stories from some of the girls at University who claimed to have “done it” how painful it was at first.
But, to her surprise, and her delight, there was hardly any pain when I thrust myself into Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was so turned on at that point, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted me inside of her so badly that it made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās feel hardly no pain at all.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wrapped her arms tightly around my broad shoulders and lay her head next to my ear.
I kept fucking Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās harder and faster until I thought Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would pass out from the pleasure I was giving her.
I knew Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was about to come as her breathing increased against her small heaving chest and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was practically pounding her virgin Musalmān Cunt into oblivion, my Hindu balls making loud smacking sounds each time they slammed against her beautiful young Musalmān ass.
All of a sudden, I threw my head back as I did when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me fuck to her picture and let out another long drawn-out wail.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly grabbed the back of the chair and held on as tightly as she could as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt my Hindu come shoot inside her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās could feel my hot Hindu semen spill out of her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās laughed to herself.
They were never married.
Durgesh fucked only Panjvaqtah Namāzī Årab Wahābī Musalmān houseladies for infinite Kalps, eons, according to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s her ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās has received her PhD on it.
She has received a telegram even from the Nobel Foundation of Stockholm:
‘IN RECOGNITION OF… IN SUPPORT OF HUMANITARIAN IDEALS… THE NOBEL FOUNDATION OF STOCKHOLM ON BEHALF OF SWEDISH ACADEMY IS PLEASED TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE TODAY BEEN VOTED THIS YEAR’S NOBEL PRIZE… DETAILS FOLLOW STOP HEARTIEST CONGRATULATIONS STOP…’
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