The Audacity: 23
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Chapter 23
Durgesh Assalāt Azzuhar
Imām Vasīm Azhar
Durgesh Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī
Imām Vasīm Azhar looked at me pleadingly.
“Durgesh, I’m sorry that I could never believe my Ammī was innocent.”
Before I could answer him, my mobile played my favorite tune.
I picked it up.
“Hello, Durgesh here.”
“This is Assalāt Azzuhar, Durgesh. Mrs. Imām Vasīm Azhar.”
I looked at Imām Vasīm Azhar.
“You are something like my father in law to me. My Ammī in law, Al Farħānah Al Murād, Begum Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, is your Live in relationship partner.” Assalāt Azzuhar said.
Imām Vasīm Azhar was horrified.
I raised my eyebrows to him.
Imām Vasīm Azhar was white faced now.
His eyed were as if made of stones, suddenly.
“Yes? Assalāt Azzuhar, what can I do for you? I’ve heard about you, but your real father in law, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, never allowed you to meet me.”
“I’m sorry. But my husband, Imām Vasīm Azhar, thinks now we need your professional services. Only you can save us from our enemies. Hasn’t my husband reached you personally even now?”
“He is here.” I said.*
Assalāt Azzuhar smiled.
“Didn’t my hell of a husband tell you that I want to see you on a matter of the greatest importance for me? The bloody damn fool.”
I deliberately didn’t look at Imām Vasīm Azhar.
Was he really a bloody damn fool?
He had already paid to my Chief Business Partner, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, my extraordinary heavy fee as a Sex Therapist and an Attorney.
He paid my extraordinary heavy fee to provide his wife my optimum sexual therapy services, with her optimum Psychological Engineering, to protect his wife sexually, legally and psychologically.
He loved her so much.
Yet, his very same wife did not respect him the slightest.
How much a husband’s capability to provide optimum sex to his wife, affects his marital status and respect.
Even then almost 90% men are against the sex education.
As it’s never needed even the slightest.
They are paying its cost even by losing their wives’ respect for them, their loyalty to them, their honesty and sincerity to them, and even their wives themselves ultimately.
Yet, even then the damn fools are living in fools’ paradise.
They blame even the persons that want to open their eyes.
They blame me instead that I break their houses.
Nonsense.
Are they absolutely insane?
Of course, I fuck their beautiful womankind.
But, never to break their homes, their houses.
My services to humankind are always creative, never destructive.
But it needs prudence to understand my social professional services.
I never betrayed any of my clients.
Assalāt Azzuhar broke my nonstop chain of analysis.
“Hello,”
“Yes, ma’am,”
“Well,” Assalāt Azzuhar smiled, “I’m not ‘ma’am’ to you, my dear. Feel at liberty, please, to call me ‘Assalāt Azzuhar’.”
“Thank you, I’m honored.”
“Don’t be silly. The pleasure is mine.” Assalāt Azzuhar said somewhat seductively, somewhat impishly, somewhat cunningly.
Sālī, she wasn’t foolish even a bit.
I had to be careful.
This sort of young ladies almost invariably used me until now, for their own vested purposes, mostly immoral, inhuman and sometimes even illegal.
They thought they could allow me to fuck them on any conditions whatsoever they wanted to.
“I have money to pay for your services. My husband is himself a multi millionaire. My father in law, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, is a Trillionaire, and my father is a Billionaire at least.”
“I see.”
“I have been robbed.”
“Well,” I winked at her husband, Imām Vasīm Azhar, “come on and see me, Assalāt Azzuhar.”
“Hell, my ever inefficient husband didn’t tell you even that I can’t?”
“Why not?”
“I’ve nothing to wear.” She chuckled.
“I’m infamous to love to see beautiful Musalmān houseladies undressed. In fact, the more nude they are the more obliged I am.”
“Allah,” Assalāt Azzuhar laughed sweetly, “Hey, you are a sort of my father in law, don’t forget.”
Sālī, she was teasing me.
“That’s right. ‘A sort of’. Not real.” I laughed myself too, cunningly, significantly.
“Hey,” Assalāt Azzuhar again laughed cooing, “I’m only twenty eight, you sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel,”
“I am enjoying countless twenty eights now already. Don’t worry. You won’t be the first.”
“Shut up, you ever sexiest, dirty man,”
I smiled.
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“Hey, it wasn’t any compliment,”
“That’s what you think. How childish of you. Even at your twenty eight, I don’t think you have grown up properly.”
Assalāt Azzuhar laughed seductively, cunningly and significantly.
“Why the hell don’t you come here and see yourself how grown up I am actually?”
“But you say you are not wearing anything.”
“Oh, oh, oh, never seen any nude twenty eight Musalmān Beauty? How unlucky Hindu you are!”
“Sālī, put something on, put anything and…”
“I can’t, Jījū,”
“Jījū?”
“If I’m your Sālī, you are my Jījū. Aren’t you?”
Imām Vasīm Azhar was smiling.
I had put my mobile on loudspeaker already, deliberately, so that he could listen to how his ever dearest wife, he loved whom so much, was behaving with me.
“Stop playing seductive and come here,” I said.
Imām Vasīm Azhar opened his mouth to tell me something, but I raised my right hand cautioning him not to say anything.
“I have already told you, lover, that I can’t come there. Damn my ever stupid husband. Hasn’t he told you everything already?”
“He didn’t have enough time. Come here, and…”
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Hey, don’t use your Uncut Hindu Penis always. Use your brain too sometimes, for a change.”
“Why the hell can’t you come here?”
“I tell you I have been robbed.”*
Kulsoom Humāyūn winked at Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.
“They were never a man, you idiot.”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed.
“Hey, you? Stop it. I know you are enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund. now in your Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.”
“You know my foot.” Kulsoom Humāyūn rebuked her, “Every Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund now, a Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, and perhaps always even.”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed at her friend’s almost frustrated lewdness.
“Only Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choots? What about Pakistani Shiå Musalmān Choots ? What about Pakistani Aħmadī Musalmān Choots? You mean they are more patriotic, more loyal to Pakistan than we are?”
“They are not Musalmān even. Shiå Kāfir. Aħmadī Kāfir.”
“I’m talking of their loyalties, their patriotism for Pakistan.”
“And I am talking of their Īmān.”
“I think we should rethink about our until-now-behavior with Shiå and Aħmadī Musalmīn.” Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī suddenly said gravely.
“What do you mean?” Kulsoom Humāyūn couldn’t understand.
“In last three years, India has gone on the seventh sky, leaving our extremely lovely country, Pakistan extremely far behind on Earth.”
“Oh, stop now, please,” Kulsoom Humāyūn said quite fed up of the subject, “Not again. Don’t tell me the Partition of India was a blunder.”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī smiled cunningly.
“Well, you yourself said that ‘Every Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund now, a Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, and perhaps always even.’ Didn’t you?”
Kulsoom Humāyūn laughed.*
I looked at her husband.
He didn’t convey anything to me.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “What is this?” I asked.
Assalāt Azzuhar said gravely,
“I’m trying to tell you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, that I’ve been robbed.Everything I have in the world has been taken, my clothes, my personal effects, my car, my home.”
“I see,” I looked at her husband, Imām Vasīm Azhar.
He avoided to meet my eyes.
What a husband!
His twenty eight years old, immensely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife was reporting me that she had been robbed of everything including her clothes even, and the husband was averting his eyes instead of meeting mine.
His wife was naked somewhere.
Yet he was avoiding to face the situation.
What a husband!
“Where are you now?” I asked smiling cunningly at her husband.
I was sixty five now.
Yet there were countless twenty eight years old immensely beautiful Musalmān houseladies who were having sex with me proudly, entirely unashamed of themselves.
Well, I wasn’t alone obliged, however.
Any rich one could enjoy this facility.
There were countless beautiful young Musalmān ladies that could do anything for money.
After Narendr Modi the rich and capable Hindus became more popular among needy Musalmān houseladies.
“At the fourteenth hole at the Bājīrāo Mastānī Golf Club. The members have installed a telephone out here. The Golf Club seems to be deserted just now. I lied to the operator at the Clubhouse that I am a member. She put the call through. I need clothes. I need help.”
“Why don’t you call the police?” I asked gravely.
“If I could, I’d certainly have. Nonsense! Can’t you understand?”
“Sorry, I still don’t.”
“And they say you understand the problems of us beautiful Musalmān houseladies even more than we ourselves do!” Assalāt Azzuhar smiled ironically, “They claim your Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund is so eager to penetrate our beautiful ardent Musalmān Choots that you can save us from gas chambers even for it! They call you even the Hindu Albuåūlatul Muslimāt.”
“I see.” I watched her husband scornfully.
“I can’t call the police,” Assalāt Azzuhar said immensely seductively, yet still gravely, keeping her dignity constantly nonstop, “The police even mustn’t know anything of this. I promise to explain everything once I see you. If you would kindly oblige me to get some clothes to me I’ll pay…”
“Describe your build to get proper clothes for you.”
“I’m five feet two.” Assalāt Azzuhar smiled gratefully seductively, as if almost inviting me to make love to her, “I weigh a hundred and twelve and I take size ten or twelve.”
“Just how am I supposed to get the clothes to you?” I asked meaningfully even impishly somewhat.
She laughed melodiously,
“Sorry, I’m asking you to do something extraordinary for me. However, you are termed to be the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. You’d certainly be well rewarded if you do it for me. If in your current sixty five, you are still interested in twenty eight years old beautiful Musalmān houseladies it’s a chance for you never to miss. I know this is all out of the ordinary and everything, but I simply can’t explain over the phone. Well, you are the only hope I have in the world now at present. I can’t appeal to the police and I most certainly can’t go around like this.”
“Where are you?”
“I don’t suppose you are a member of the Bājīrāo Mastānī Golf Club.”
“As it happens to be, I am.”
“That’s very good. I never expected it.” There was immense relief now in Assalāt Azzuhar’s voice, “You please put some clothes down in the bottom of a golf bag. You can come directly to the fourteenth hole. Back about fifty yards beyond that hole, there’s a patch of rather thick brush that runs down to a service road, and if you’ll just yoo-hoo…Allah, heavens, here come some golfers! Allah Ħāfiz!”
The phone was slammed up.*
I turned up at the office at 4 pm finally to meet Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.
I found Nādirshāh Durrānī under a pile of papers moaning that he would be stuck in the office for hours.
Nādirshāh Durrānī dropped into the conversation that Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had gone home early.
I decided it might be a good idea to stop by at Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s house on the way home.
I called my ‘wife’, my Pakistani Live in relationship Partner, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, to say I was in a meeting and would be a bit late.
“I asked you to protect our son’s interests in the Company and you are—”
“Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, have faith in me. Will you, please?”
“If Varchésh loses control I won’t forgive you ever.”
“I know Sālī. Believe me I don’t love him less.”
“He is practicing Pseudo Islam.”
“It doesn’t change the eternal fact that he is our son. Does it?”
“Certainly not.” She was all tears now, “Thank you. And Durgesh,—”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry if I was rude somewhat. Please forgive me.”
“Oh, it’s alright. I understand. You are his Ammī. But you forget that I’m his father—his real father.”
“Yes darling. I’m sorry already. Forgive our foolish and arrogant son.”
I sighed.
“Don’t worry, Kħālidah. I’m his father.”
Nādirshāh Durrānī found that his paperwork only took him a couple of hours.
He turned up at home at just after six and was surprised but pleased to see my Mercedes there.
As he unlocked the front door, I pushed another 3 inches of my huge Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, down Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s throat.
I looked down at this gorgeous young Musalmān woman who looked amazing as she desperately worshipped my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, the utmost wonderful thing she had ever seen.
I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes of her legs when I first arrived and the flirting had been intense. Her tight miniskirt and bare tanned legs had me throbbing in my trousers.
I had not attempted to hide it even, boldly.
When she saw my nine or 10-inch semi hard Uncut Hindu Cock fall out of my trousers she had attempted to be cool by saying,
“I have seen bigger”.
She wasn’t saying that now I thought as she fought with 12 inches of my rock hard-Uncut Hindu Cock whilst her hand worshipped the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock and my huge balls.
I continued bravely, even when I heard the door.
I had a lot of experience of nearly being caught and it was more annoyance that I would have to hurry up rather than fear which could cause me to pause.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was also frustrated.
She wanted to be fucked but now she had been caught.
I called down to Nādirshāh Durrānī from the bedroom:
“I am just helping Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī with a little problem she has.”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was coming up for air and had to stifle a laugh.
Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s tiny dick was certainly a problem and my Superb Uncut Hindu Lund was the perfect solution.
“We will be down in 5 minutes,” I added.
With no reason to distrust me, Nādirshāh Durrānī put the TV on and called up,
“Fine, see you soon.”
I smiled an arrogant smile down at Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend and said loudly,
“Let me see whether I can fix that problem for you, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.”
With that, I started to pound my huge Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat.
She looked as pretty as she stared into my eyes and worshipped my tool, my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
Ten minutes later Nādirshāh Durrānī thought he heard a bang upstairs and called up:
“Are you two nearly finished? Sal, are you ok?”
The banging had been the headboard hitting the wall hard as I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock hard down her throat and was preparing to cum.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī pulled my dick out of her mouth to answer but as she opened her mouth to call him, I pushed my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund back in.
She looked worried but I calmly called down:
“We are fine. I underestimated the size of the problem but we will be down soon. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī just has something in her mouth right now.”
Innocently, Nādirshāh Durrānī thought I meant food and returned to the TV.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī could see and feel it twitching and throbbing and knew I was close.
What Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī didn’t know was that I prided myself on being able to cum on demand but could control myself when on the very edge for ages.
I enjoyed that feeling more than any other.
What I wasn’t counting on was what Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was about to say as she came up for air:
“You could fit 20 of his tiny little things into this Superb Uncut Hindu Lund. I am never touching his inadequate little thing again.”
The comparison reminded me of his wedding day and just like that day the result was the same.
I let out a grunt and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī saw the end of my dick flare dangerously and throb out of control.
“I bet you come more too than Nādirshāh Durrānī does,” she added.
She was right.
The first blast lasted 10 seconds.
I emptied myself inside her like letting off a pressurized fire hose.
The jet filled her mouth.
She still had her shirt and dress on.
I smiled triumphantly proudly.
“Nādirshāh Durrānī doesn’t cum that much in a month,” she said and giggled.
I smiled.
She has no idea how much I cum I thought to myself.
I put my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth and started to cum again.
Just 4 inches, the rest she worshipped with her hands.
She swallowed desperately for 30 seconds as my balls released their Hindu charm.
Allah, she wanted to be fucked by me.
I had tried to control the pace of my release so that she could cope with the volume but there was only so much cum one Musalmān woman could swallow.
I slid my slick Uncut Hindu Cock across her tongue and the size of it dwarfed her as she licked it.
“Watch,” I said. “Watch how Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s pretty immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend makes me cum. Nādirshāh Durrānī!
I was in heaven as I saw her transfixed on the Hindu weapon that had given me an advantage over every man I met, including Nādirshāh Durrānī.
“Come upstairs. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī has been busy and I am very impressed with her.”
As Nādirshāh Durrānī reached the foot of the stairs, I had been cuming for a minute and a half and shots were still filling her pretty Musalmān mouth.
She wondered what her boyfriend, Nādirshāh Durrānī, would make of the scene.
I finished ejaculating as Nādirshāh Durrānī reached the top of the stairs – 15 yards from the bedroom door.
“I never get caught,” I whispered and jumped up.
He pushed my wonderful Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into my trousers.
It was still hard.
I grabbed a document from my briefcase that hid my chest and met Nādirshāh Durrānī at the door.
“We need to discuss this document whilst Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī gets ready for dinner,” I said as I directed Nādirshāh Durrānī to the office and caught my breath.
“I am not sure she will still be hungry though after the amount of nuts and seeds she has gulped down this afternoon.” I said.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī overheard me, smiled and scooped some more cum into her mouth
Half an hour later Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī entered the dining room to have dinner with her boyfriend and me.
My ‘wife’, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, had been delighted to hear from me that I was making the effort to spend time with her son when I had telephoned her to tell her where I was.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had dressed to impress for dinner – but deliberately, not to impress her boyfriend.
Her pretty face had just been fucked immensely by my wonderful 12-inch Hindu weapon and she was desperate for me now to fuck her properly.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī’s tight miniskirt revealed all of her long tanned legs and her top emphasized the firmness of her b cup tits as they were pushing out of a wonder bra.
By the time we sat down for dinner I could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock pressing hard against my trousers and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was ravenous enough whilst chatting with her boyfriend, Nādirshāh Durrānī, to reach under the table with her left hand, unzip my trousers and release my hard Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
I had to be careful that it didn’t spring above the level of the table and into full sight for Nādirshāh Durrānī to view.
I knew, as my hands slid all over Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī that I was going to find a way to fuck her very soon.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī wanked me hard under the table.
It turned us both on to chat away with Nādirshāh Durrānī who was quite oblivious to what was going on under the table.
Was he really that much a fool?
I couldn’t believe it.
As Nādirshāh Durrānī got up to take the plates to the kitchen, we knew we would have a couple of minutes alone.
I let my Hindu weapon spring above the level of the table and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī immediately lowered her mouth greedily over it.
At the same time, she cupped my wonderful balls with her both beautiful hands.
I could last for hours when I needed to but here I had only a couple of minutes.
I quickly lifted Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī off my Uncut Hindu Cock and placed her face down on the table.
I spread her fantastic Musalmān legs apart.
My wonderful Hindu weapon, my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, easily found its way past her thong and into her.
It slid 7 inches inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot on the first thrust.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī grunted with pleasure.
“How can you live with Nādirshāh Durrānī’s cut Musalmān noonī?” I said sympathetically, as I gradually pushed the remaining 8 inches into her and smiled as she had three orgasms before I was fully inside her.
“I can’t” Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī replied breathlessly. “I need your wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock. Allah, fuck me you Hindu stud, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.”
I built the pace up slowly so as not to hurt her, but I smiled in satisfaction as I reached ramming speed and looked at Nādirshāh Durrānī ‘s immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend’s fantastic Musalmān ass and legs clamped around my wonderful Hindu piston.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī needed to stuff a napkin in her mouth to stop herself screaming with lust and pleasure.
I called through to the kitchen:
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī and I have been chatting. I was very impressed with the work she did for me upstairs and I have offered her a promotion to work with me as my personal accountant. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī agrees with me that her current position with you does not stretch her enough.”
I smiled down at her, and thrust my wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock back into her.
I felt I could cum at any moment if I needed to.
“This is something we should discuss Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, I will be through in a minute” Nādirshāh Durrānī called.
I said quietly to Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī,
“You know how much I cum. I better start now. Prepare to be filled.”
I, on demand, started spurting my hot Hindu seed deepest into her young, immensely beautiful, immensely enticing, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“I am going to take you on all my business trips Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, so you better get used to this.”
I continued to spurt my endless Hindu cum deepest inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
One minute later, I pulled my still throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund out of her.
Two wonderful ribbons of my Hindu cum shot across the room and landed behind the door before Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī could get her immensely eager, extremely beautiful, young Musalmān mouth over the Superb Uncut Hindu Lund, and started to swallow the last few powerful shots.
I heard footsteps through the hall and pressed Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s head down hard on my Uncut Hindu Cock so that it was safely below the level of the table.
I looked into Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s eyes as he walked into the room and released shot after shot of the remainder of the contents of my wonderful balls down Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s throat.
I was somehow able to calmly say,
“Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī has gone to the bathroom but can you make us all coffee before I go home?”
“Sure,” Nādirshāh Durrānī said and turned to go back to the kitchen.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī came up for air looking like a gorgeous babe who had just been fucked at both ends – which was what she was.
“Wow, I’m dumping Nādirshāh Durrānī, as long as I have this, Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund of yours interested in me too, in this way, I’m happy.” Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī said grabbing my still hard dick.
“Not tonight though darling, I want to be 12 inches inside of you tomorrow when you tell me on the phone that Nādirshāh Durrānī has a wimpy cut Musalmān noonī and you are dumping Nādirshāh Durrānī for a better man.”
I smiled and looked forward to tomorrow and all my future business trips with her beautiful smooth nude Musalmān legs wrapped around me.
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Chapter 22
Durgesh Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad
Ålī Abī Tālib
Durgesh Al Farħānah Al Murād
Imām Azhar Vasīm Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was melting with my amorous flirting.
She had a little surge of pleasure in her nipples when I virtually ordered her to stop her resistance.
She felt unable or unwilling to resist me sliding her top down she was not sure which.
That had lowered her defences a little and my kissing was so sensual and gentle, she readily admitted that I was getting her nicely heated up, the inference that I liked her breasts made her go a little weak.
Then I suddenly left her, just as she was starting to lose control, it was so frustrating.
However, as she regained her composure she accepted that her behaviour once again had been called into question and although she loved the attention, she was glad I had stopped.
She was starting to enjoy the attention I was showing her and that would be so wrong.
Why though?
She thought, what had brought about my sudden change towards her?
But she had no answer and let it go.
Ålī Abī Tālib watched my performance and his wife’s reaction to me, I was doing very well Ålī Abī Tālib concluded.
He saw her starting to enjoy my attention; Ålī Abī Tālib saw her eyes close in ecstasy as my kisses found her erogenous zone on her neck.
The moment she allowed me to slide off her dressing gown, Ålī Abī Tālib knew that she was one small step closer to becoming Durgesh’s woman.
‘We are nearly there, darling,’ Ålī Abī Tālib thought to himself; ‘you will soon have all you need, a virile Hindu lover and I suspect a new master as well.’
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was shaking just a little as she pulled her top up.
“Allah, God, I am so sorry, Ålī Abī Tālib, what must you think of me, I just don’t know what’s got into me or into Durgesh for that matter,” she offered her apologies with a shaky voice.
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled reassuringly,
“I told you last night, darling, don’t worry about it, I really understand. As for Dad, I think he realises that you are a beautiful woman as well as his so called Daughter in Law.”
Then his tone went on reassuring.
Ålī Abī Tālib said.
“Remember what I told you, there is nothing better or safer than family love. It can heal wounds and bring happiness. We all need to give a little at times to achieve the greater good in a family.”
She smiled at Ålī Abī Tālib,
“That’s so profound, Ålī Abī Tālib,”
She said as she reached for his hand and held it in hers,
“What do we need to give up, do you think?”
He thought for a while and concluded that he knew he was giving up a big part of her, and that she would give up the part of her that is tied to him sexually and Ålī Abī Tālib would give up his future to make a new one within the family, but mostly with her.
Ålī Abī Tālib reached for a pen and paper and wrote it down,
“Here is what we will all give up soon and we will all be the safer and happier for it. I will give this to you one day soon and you will see that I am right.”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was a little confused by his explanation, but she never pushed it, she would find out soon enough she thought.
“Ok, Ålī Abī Tālib, we will wait and see, but I love your idea of a strong family unit.”
Their eyes met and they smiled at each other.
“Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, if Durgesh Pāpājī were not your father in law would you let him make love to you?”
She was not too surprised at his question, bearing in mind her awful behaviour lately.
She thought about the answer.
“If Durgesh Pāpājī were not my father in law he would not be the same person would he? However if I was another woman, I would certainly let Dad make love to me, I would probably make a fool of myself and throw myself at him, sorry, but that’s an honest answer.”
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled broadly, that also confused Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad a little.
Ålī Abī Tālib knew that he was getting there with his plan and that her seduction was going well.
“That’s what I wanted;” Ålī Abī Tālib told her, “just honesty.”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was certainly unaware that her Hindu father in law’s temptation was deliberate and that it was geared to her total seduction and surrender to him.
Just then, I came back into the kitchen.
“I am off to the library. I have some research to do,” I told them.
“Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad is going food shopping today, fancy a pint about one o’clock,” asked Ålī Abī Tālib.
“That would be nice, maybe Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, could join us on her way home,” I suggested.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad turned and looked at her Hindu father in law,
“That’s a nice idea, it’s a date.”
“Tell you what; we will have a take away tonight before I go out, my treat.” I suggested.
“That’s nice of you what’s bought this about,” asked Ålī Abī Tālib.
“Nothing, just happy that’s all, ”
As I walked out of the door, I turned to Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
I smiled at her impishly,
“Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, wear something short and sexy tonight, as you were peeking at my erect Hindu manhood earlier. I think it is only fair that I get a chance to try and get a look at yours too, don’t you?”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad went as red as she has ever gone.
She spluttered and coughed as she tried to speak and take a breath at the same time.
Ålī Abī Tālib laughed out loud,
“Allah, Dad, Got caught peeping did we?” he teased as he carried on laughing.
“Allah! Oh dear God, Dad saw me looking, Ålī Abī Tālib, that’s so embarrassing.” She muttered as I walked out of the house.
Ålī Abī Tālib arrived at the pub on time and I about ten minutes later.
We got our beer and juice, and went to the table.
“That was a nice remark as you left today,” said Ålī Abī Tālib chuckling, “Your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, did not know what to say or where to look.”
I grinned with dignity and sophistication,
“Just a bit of fun really, but I hope she will wear something sexy.”
“Well, if it’s a clue or not, I don’t know, but as I was leaving she was looking through her wardrobe and getting out skirts she has not worn for a long, long time. You may get your wish.”
We toasted each other.
Ålī Abī Tālib spoke quietly to me,
“You are doing brilliantly, Dad, she is weakening. You had her on cloud nine earlier. I am sure she is yours for the taking and it won’t be long.” He added.
I sipped my juice.
“There is something I want to say to you, Ålī Abī Tālib. You were honest with me and now I want to be just as honest with you. When you approached me with this idea, I thought you were mad and I was less than keen, it just did not seem right, which I suppose it’s not, but you explained yours and Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s problems with great patience and I understood and agreed to go along with you.”
I paused for a moment.
Then continued,
“Now that I have seen for myself just how Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, is, I am as keen as you to prevent her being tempted elsewhere. More than that, you showed me what a gorgeous, desirable and sexy woman she really is, that is something I had not noticed before.”
I took a deep breath.
Ålī Abī Tālib was listening intently.
“Now, Ålī Abī Tālib, I do want her, I really want her, to make love to her, to fuck her so well that she does not want anyone else. I want to feel her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body in my Hindu arms. I want to feel her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body welcome me in as I enter her. I want to please her and be the dominant one that she has sought for so long. I want her to surrender her self totally to me.”
I was neither blushing nor breathing hard.
I was waiting for Ålī Abī Tālib’s reply.
With real emotion in his voice he replied,
“Dad, it sounds to me as if your love for her has notched up a rung,”
I nodded and looked him in the eye.
He went on speaking.
“It sounds stupid to you maybe, but those are the emotions I hoped you would feel. I don’t want her just to be fucked, I need her to be loved and loved in the way and with the passion you just showed. I am unable to give her those expressions of my love, but you, my father, can. You are the only person in the world I would ever have trusted her too. If she wants to go with you take her, take her all with my love and blessings. Let’s make this a family based and founded on a real and deep love.”
Ålī Abī Tālib never failed to amaze me with his tremendous love for her, I thought.
“What can I say, Ålī Abī Tālib, you have just offered me the greatest gift ever. Something you hold so dear and close to your heart, thank you.”
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled,
“She will, as I said yesterday, still be my wife and I will always love her very much, but she will be your woman in all and every respect and now I know how much you care for her I could not be happier. I know she will return your love with interest and she will love us both in different ways.”
I sipped my juice and considered his words.
I knew he was right.
What the hell else could he do for his ever sexiest Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife except to give me to her for ever?
“I am sure it would work out great,” I answered him thoughtfully, “provided of course she wants it that way. I do not intend to force her though. She will have to tell me or ask me, in fact tell us both that she accepts me as her man and lover, she should tell us both at the same time as well.”
“It’s a deal,” Ålī Abī Tālib said.
We raised our glasses in a toast to our agreement.
Ålī Abī Tālib went off to get another beer and juice each and when he returned, sat and asked.
“So what have you been researching then?”
I grinned dexterously,
“I wanted to find some books on master and sub missives, I want to do this right, but there was not a lot there, no surprise really, but I found a couple of books and a web site.”
Ålī Abī Tālib grinned,
“I am pleased that you are taking this so seriously, what did you learn?”
“Well, that discipline and humiliation are the keys to it working properly, along with teasing and temptation.”
Ålī Abī Tālib grinned at me,
“Dad, she really is lucky to find a man that is so keen to please her and to make sure things are right,” said Ålī Abī Tālib gratefully, sincerely, indebted to me immeasurably.
I just sipped my juice and smiled at him.
“Dad, please don’t take offence, but this new lifestyle may be expensive, you know new and different clothes, hotels and the like, so I want to pay my share.”
I interrupted him hastily.
“No, Ålī Abī Tālib, that’s not on, it’s not fair,”
“Of course, it’s fair,” he argued, “she will still be my wife, but I will not be spending so much on her anymore. I can easily afford it. It will give me great pleasure and make me feel as if I am more a part of things with you both.”
“Ålī Abī Tālib, it’s not needed. I have infinite money to meet it.”
“I know, yet I want your services not as my Dad, as the ever utmost successful Sex Therapist instead.”
I was startled.
“You want to pay me for making love to your wife?”
“To take care of her as the ever utmost successful Sex Therapist.” Ålī Abī Tālib smiled gravely.*
Despite my constant arguments, Ålī Abī Tālib did not agree not to pay for my services as a Sex Therapist.
I conceded ultimately.
I had to.
Ålī Abī Tālib had already paid for my services as a Sex Therapist to Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ.
I could not return it to him now.
He refused to take it back.
I shook his hand,
“Alright. Thanks, Ålī Abī Tālib, that you found me so useful, even at my sixty four.”
Just then, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, joined us.
I went and got her a glass of wine.
She took a sip and looked at me with a grin.
“You were very naughty this morning, ever young man, embarrassing me like that. I hardly noticed you’re ever impish to the extent. I was going to tell you, but thought it might embarrass you.”
I thought about what she had said and thought that this might be a good time to try humiliation.
She enjoyed her humiliation, instead of really feeling disgraced.
Incredible?
Yet true.
She was not alone that loved to be humiliated sexually.
There were numerous of them who loved to be kicked with their man’s foot even.
The more they were humiliated, the more they loved the man that humiliated them.
I was already in Live in relationship with countless of such immensely beautiful Musalmān houseladies that cheated their utmost faithful, utmost sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān husbands even, because they never humiliated them.
The generosity of their ever nice Musalmān husbands, actually, became their major drawbacks to keep their marriage running.
“They are actually under evolved. Their evolution into a human being is not complete yet.” I said gravely to Imām Azhar Vasīm.
Imām Azhar Vasīm was almost in tears.
“Is she curable, Durgesh? She is not only my wife. She is my Kħālāzād sister as well. My Kħālā has actually brought me up, after my Ammī went with you.”
I looked at him gravely.
“Imām Azhar Vasīm, your Ammī needed wild animal sex and your Abbū expressly refused to provide her that. He called your Ammī slut instead.”
“You think my Abbū was wrong?”
I watched him gravely.
“Yes. She isn’t a slut even a bit. She is living with me now for years. She is still crazy for wild animal sex with me. But she is one of the most loyal and ever faithful Live in relationship partners I have.”
Imām Azhar Vasīm looked at me, incapable to meet my ever innocent ever aggressive eyes.
“Abbū still blames you that you have broken countless marriages of us Musalmīn, successfully, only by providing immense nonstop wild animal Hindu sex to our otherwise Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.”
I smiled benignly.
“Your Abbū, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad is one of the ever adamant Musalmīn who never learn, even after the immense disgraces they face nonstop one after another.”*
I had known Al Farħānah Al Murād for two years now and discovered completely by accident a small submissive side to her.
She was one of the four extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives of Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad.
She had never been into master and slave, or any form of mild smacking at all.
To her that was indeed a step to far.
It simply wasn’t for her at all.
But Al Farħānah Al Murād insisted.
She was adamant.
Her ever moral ever nice Musalmān husband, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, had expressly told Al Farħānah Al Murād that she was crazy if she really expect such an immensely disgracing attitude from him.
He was a Maulānā after all.
He could never even imagine to fall that low.
However, she did enjoy being restrained for short periods of time and I took full advantage of that.
It was a kind of double whammy for me.
I enjoyed pleasuring her while she was tied down and when I let her loose she would just be on fire when she was free again.
I had told Al Farħānah Al Murād in the morning when we had awoke that the afternoon held a surprise for her.
Al Farħānah Al Murād had done her best to worm it out of me but to no avail.
Some months before we had found, completely by accident a real beautiful spot by the river, unless you knew the area it was totally impossible to find and was not overlooked by anything.
Most of the area was thick bush and trees, except a small area by the river about ten meters square that run gently down to the river’s edge.
Almost in the middle of this small grassy area stood just one tree that seemed to defy logic in why it stood alone amongst all that grass.
We had come here several times following our initial find and even made a point of telling no one about the place in the hope that this most beautiful of spots would remain ours.
It was here that I drove Al Farħānah Al Murād that fine summer evening.
We pulled up and after getting out and looking at the stunning view, I walked to the boot of the car.
I had made sure I had what I needed the day before to fulfill her immensely disgraceful ambitions.
Her husband Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad was absolutely against her incalculably shameful drives.
But Al Farħānah Al Murād was too obsessed with her fantasies to get rid of them ever, without fulfilling them.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was an under evolved immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī highly educated Musalmān young lady.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was a PhD already in Islamic Researches.
It was a tragedy that even her such a high education could not evolve her fully, and cure her absolutely from these ever disgracing ever detrimental intensely animal drives.
Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad was adamantly incapable in understanding her otherwise immensely sophisticated ardent Musalmān wife, Al Farħānah Al Murād.
I was trying to cure her.
Her younger sister, Al Ħabībah Al Murād, had hired my Sex Therapy services or her elder sister.
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ had consented already.
Al Farħānah Al Murād smiled when I pulled out a rolled up blanket, tucked it under my arm, took her hand and we walked to the clearing.
The only sounds where those of nature at peace with itself.
The tree looked like a good spot.
I knelt down and unrolled the blanket.
A small black bag fell away from the blanket and hit the floor making a slight jangle noise.
I looked up at Al Farħānah Al Murād and told her to take her clothes off.
As I finished spreading out the blanket I could see her out of the corner of my eye.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was just taking off her bra and stood there naked and smiling.
Her mind awash with ideas of what was to come.
I told her to sit on the blanket and reached over for the black bag.
Al Farħānah Al Murād knelt down beside me waiting, her nipples already giving away her state of arousal.
I handed her four straps and told her to put them on her wrists and ankles.
As Al Farħānah Al Murād did this, I undressed myself.
I was satisfied that the straps were on correctly and wouldn’t hurt her.
I pulled out four pegs and hammered them into each corner of the blankets edge.
Al Farħānah Al Murād lay in the middle.
I tied the straps to the pegs, then putting a blindfold on her I sat closer to her and gently ran my fingers over her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body.
I could feel my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund becoming erect with the anticipation.
I felt Al Farħānah Al Murād stirring as well.
What a madness.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was cheating her ever nice ever humane Musalmān husband only to get her entirely disgracing animal ambitions fulfilled.
Al Farħānah Al Murād wasn’t under educated.
She was a PhD.
Yet, her under evolution was destroying her otherwise immensely successful married life.
Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad refused to understand it.
He was too nice a human being to even imagine such psychological dilemma of his otherwise ever faithful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
Imām Azhar Vasīm was only one year old then.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was too obsessed with her under evolved animal ambitions to care of her one year old son even.
I kissed her neck and run a hand over her breast, the nipple grew more erect immediately.
I slowly kissed along her upper body and cupping her breast in both hands I took her intensely hard nipple in my mouth, she gasped as I sucked and nibbled on it.
My hand gently brushed her skin as it traveled down her stomach and stopped at her navel.
My lips were playing gentle catch up with my hand as I kissed and gently licked the underside of her breast and every bone I could see in her rib cage.
When I had caught up with my hand I could feel the heat of her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body getting very intense now and although she tried not to wriggle she just couldn’t help herself.
I run my tongue around the edge of her navel.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was softly moaning and biting her bottom lip.
Again my hand wandered further down her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body, stopping at the ridge of her pubic bone.
I could feel the heat from her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was on fire now.
Her arousal state was now very high and I could hear her pulling against the restraints, her hearing and other senses intensified now due to the loss of sight.
In one motion I forced my Uncut Hindu Lund into her navel and my hand down to her now soaked awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I gently pinched her terribly attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips between my fingers.
Al Farħānah Al Murād could hold back no more and arched her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body, the restraints holding her to the blanket, my hard utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund twitching, demanding action.
My mouth again on the move, stopping at her pubic bone as my soaking fingers delved into her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, first two, then three fingers inside her as I thrust them hard into her, curling them upward and finding her love button.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was now franticly trying to pull against the restraints, trying to force her thighs closed around my hand, wanting to make sure I didn’t remove my fingers buried deep inside her.
I pushed on to her button again.
Al Farħānah Al Murād screamed and her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body would shudder out another small orgasm, with her head now to one side.
Al Farħānah Al Murād just moaned.
I withdrew my fingers and Al Farħānah Al Murād whimpered, trying desperately to force her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body down the blanket to savor every last moment of my fingers in her cum soaked awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I then moved my male Hindu body between her legs and let my lips roam her now blood engorged lips, pulling them apart I slip my Uncut Hindu Lund into her, kissing her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body.
Both of us seemed to read each other’s mind.
Alas, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad never tried to read her mind.
If he had, Al Farħānah Al Murād, his otherwise ever faithful wife had never cheated Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad.
He was still adamant, alas, it wasn’t his mistake.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was a slut instead.
Al Farħānah Al Murād needed me to enter her.
I lay over her and in one move buried my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her cum filled awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Farħānah Al Murād tried so hard to move her legs again, wanting to wrap them around me so I wouldn’t leave that place.
I withdrew and another whimper came from her lips.
Again I entered her.
The thought of gentle thrusts gone now as lust on both our parts took us and I buried my ever utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund again and again into her.
It went on to infinity perhaps.
None of us both cared for the time our animal lust was taking to extinguish, if not for ever, even for the time being at least.
We were not even human beings.
We were animals absolutely.
I fucked Al Farħānah Al Murād as she was never fucked ever before.
With one final deepest thrust ultimately, I erupted into her.
Al Farħānah Al Murād came and her whole body arched.
She almost pulled one of the restraints out of the ground, such was the strength of her orgasm.
Then Al Farħānah Al Murād went slack.
I tried to withdraw and as I did a moan of frustration escaped from her lips.
I stopped to withdraw.
Instead, I pushed in back deepest once more.
Al Farħānah Al Murād smiled gratefully.
“Thank you very much, Durgesh darling. Méré Hindu Piyā! Please, never withdraw. I need your utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund forever in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
I smiled.
“My pleasure, Al Farħānah Al Murād darling. As you please.”
I undid all the restraints and the blindfold, in an instant Al Farħānah Al Murād had pushed me onto my back and sat on my stomach.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was smiling, both with the freedom and the anticipation of what Al Farħānah Al Murād wanted to do.
I could feel our mixed cum oozing from her and spreading across my stomach.
Al Farħānah Al Murād moved off and lay across my legs, then proceeded to lick all the juices from my stomach, watching her do that was making me hard again.
Al Farħānah Al Murād held my almost erect utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand as she finished licking off all the mixed cum juices from my stomach, then turned her attention to my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund, first the tip went into her mouth, then more, eventually Al Farħānah Al Murād had to move her fingers so she could take even more.
Her tongue and her head were poetry in motion.
I could see her now free hand between her legs masturbating herself to yet another orgasm.
I held her under her arms and lifted her onto my male Hindu body then onto my incredibly hard utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Farħānah Al Murād squealed again as she lowered herself onto me, her breasts dangled just above my mouth.
Al Farħānah Al Murād gasped and then started to lower and raise herself, slowly at first then faster as all pretenses of love making was lost and lust took hold of both of us.
As Al Farħānah Al Murād would lower herself onto me I lifted my male Hindu body to meet her, faster and faster we went, deeper and deeper we both tried to force my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her.
Suddenly she let out a squeal, her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body shook and shook and we both came together again.
Al Farħānah Al Murād flopped onto my male Hindu body exhausted and panting, her sweat mixing with mine just as our cum had just done…
We stayed like that, her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body too shattered to move.
I loved the feeling of both of us so close, finally my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund slid into her deepest once more, and a slow whimper came from her lips.
Trying to get as much skin contact as she could, soon after that, I could hear her gently breathing as she fell asleep on me, with my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely embedded into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I wrapped an arm around her and held her close, soon sleep took me as well.
None of us thought we were under open sky.
How animal Al Farħānah Al Murād was still now.
I could never imagine Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad to forgive Al Farħānah Al Murād for it ever.
I was right.
He never did.
Chapter 23
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Badchalan: 2
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Durgesh
Chapter 2
Zāhidah Salmān kī kħushī chhupāyé nahīn chhup rahī thī.
Zubayr Yūsuf ko jo kħauf khāyé jā rahā thā, voh Zāhidah Salmān bhī kħūb achchhī taraħ samajh rahī thī.
Lékin aaj hī to Zāhidah Salmān ko mauqā milā thā.
Bahut burī taraħ béizzat kiyā thā Zubayr Yūsuf né Zāhidah Salmān kī Ammī ko.
“Ék Hindu sé, ék kāfir sé chudvāné wālī béħayā Musalmān åurat kyā jāné ki īmān par mar miŧnā kyā hotā hai.”
Yah kahā thā Zubayr Yūsuf né uskī Ammī ké mutålliq.
Ab Zāhidah Salmān dikhāyégī Zubayr Yūsuf ko, ki uské apné kħāndān kī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sharīfzādiyān kħud kitnī pāgal hain Durgesh kā Uncut Hindu Lund apnī chust kasī huī Musalmān Chooton ké andar jađ tak nigalné, aur qayāmat tak niglī rahné ké liyé.
“Zubayr Yūsuf Bhāījān,” Zāhidah Salmān phir chahkī, “Durgesh aaj vāqaåī aa rahé hain?”
“Yah sawāl tum mujhsé savéré sé ab tak lātådād martabah kar chukī ho. Kyā baat hai? Jaisé jaisé Durgesh ké aané kā vaqt ho rahā hai, tumhārī bahādurī kā janāzah niklā jā rahā hai?”
“Main āpkī ānkhon ké sāmné chudvā kar dikhāūngī Durgesh sé.”
Zubayr Yūsuf ék tanziyah hansī hansā.
“Vāqaåī?”
“Main kħud Durgesh par mārtī hūn.”
“To abhī tak jhakh kyon maar rahī thien? Us Hindu Sex maniac sé chudvā saknā kyā tum jaisī qayāmatkħéz Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ħusnparī ké liyé bhī dushwār thā?”
“Yahī to maslah hai, Bhāījān.”
“Kyā matlab? What the hell you mean?”
“Āp tamām Pseudo Musalmīn yah samajhté hain ki koī bhī balā kī ħasīn naujawān Musalmān åurat, jab uskā jī chāhé, bađī āsānī sé Durgesh sé chudvā saktī hai.”
“Chudvā nahīn saktī, chudvātī hai. Samjhīn?” Zubayr Yūsuf ék talkħ hansī hansā, “Har balā kī ħasīn naujawān Musalmān åurat Durgesh sé chudvātī hai.”
“Jis taraħ Taħannus Bhābhījān aur Rukħsānah Salmān Bājī Durgesh sé chudvātī hain?”
“Hān.”
“Āpné kħud apnī ānkhon sé dékhā hai Taħannus Bhābhījān ko kabhī Durgesh sé chudvāté?”
“Main tumhāré bāp, Salmān Khan māmū jaisā béghairat nahīn hūn.”*
Zāhidah Salmān ké tan badan mein aag lag gaī.
Apné vālid Ǻllāmah Salmān Khan sé béħad muħabbat kartī thī Zāhidah Salmān.
Aur Zāhidah Salmān hī kyon, Ǻllāmah Salmān Khan kī tamām béŧiyān unsé bépanāh muħabbat kartī thien.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan kī taraħ ék misālī zindagī jīnā chāhté thé Zāhidah Salmān ké Abbū, Ǻllāmah Salmān Khan.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan ké role model thé Mustafā Kemāl Atāturk.
Jis taraħ Turkey mein Jamhūriyat lāī thī Mustafā Kemāl Atāturk né, Imām Muħammad Ħasan bhī usī taraħ Jamhūriyat lānā chāhté hain, lékin kisī ék mulk mein nahīn, tamām Islamī mumālik mein.
Yahī wajah thī ki Imām Muħammad Ħasan Ǻllāmah Salmān Khan ké role model ban chuké thé.
Sirf itnā hī nahīn, Ǻllāmah Salmān Khan né bāqāyedah ék taħrīk bhī shurū kar dī thī, Al Taħrīk Al Jamhūriyat Al Islam.
Pūjā Agnihotrī tađap kar uŧh khađī huī.
“Kyā kahā? Tumhārī yah majāl?”
“Apnī māmūzād bahan ko nahīn kahogī kuchh? Sabīħah Salmān kis taraħ chūs rahī thī Durgesh Jījū kā Uncut Hindu Lund? Tumhīn né ākar batāyā thā na mujhé? Aur zabardastī khīnch kar lé gaī thien mujhé voh sab dikhāné?” Arvind Pāŧhak né muskurāté hué apnī naī navélī sophisticated Brāhmañ patnī ko chhéđā.
Usko pūrā yaqīn thā ki Pūjā Agnihotrī usé kunwārī nahīn milī hai.
Is zamāné mein koī lađkī aŧŧhāis saal tak kunwārī rahé, itnā pāgal nahīn thā Arvind Pāŧhak ki isé sach samajhtā.
“Dékho Pūjā,” usné shādī sé pahlé hī saaf saaf apnī honé wālī bīwī, Pūjā Agnihotrī, sé kah diyā thā, “Durgesh Jījū sé jismānī tålluqāt aaj ék åām bāt ho gaī hai. Durgesh Jījū ké ålāvā agar kisī sé tumhāré tålluqāt rahé hon, to mujhé batā do.”
Pūjā Agnihotrī né nihāyat hī hamdardī ké sāth apné honé wālé pati par nigāh dālī thī.
“Yånī Durgesh Jījū ké sāth méré jismānī tålluqāt par tumko koī åetrāz nahīn hai? Thank you. Thank you very much.”
Arvind Pāŧhak né bađī mushkil sé apné āp ko sambhālā.
“Shādī ké båd tum sirf Durgesh Jījū ké sāth apné aésé tålluqāt jārī rakh saktī ho, méré ålāvā, aur kisī ké sāth hargiz nahīn.”
Pūjā Agnihotrī hansī thī.
“Bahut darté ho Durgesh Jījū sé?”
“Bahut izzat kartā hūn unkī.” Arvind Pāŧhak né nihāyat hī pursukūn lahjé mein jawāb diyā, “Durgesh Jījū mérī saat sagī bahnon aur kaī mamérī, chachérī, phuphérī aur mausérī bahnon ké iklauté live in relationship partner hain. Méré pūré kħāndān par anékon aħsānāt hain Durgesh Jījū ké.”
“Kitnī bahnén hain tumhārī jo is taraħ Durgesh Jījū kī live in relationship partner ban sakné mein kāmyāb ho chukī hain?” Pūjā Agnihotrī ko béħad ħasad ho rahī thī Arvind Pāŧhak kī bahnon sé.
Ghazab kī taqdīr likhwā kar lāī thien kambakħt.
Sab kī sab Durgesh Jījū kī?
Kamāl hai.
“Kabhī ginī nahīn.” Arvind Pāŧhak mand mand muskurātā huā, Pūjā Agnihotrī ko chhéđtā huā bolā thā.
“Phir bhī. Koī andāzah to hogā hī na?”
“Voh to hai. Hongī yahī koī déđh do sau sab milākar.”
“Lo, aur mérī Ammījān farmātī hain ki jitnī lađkiyān hum Musalmānon mein paidah hotī hain, utnī aur kisī society mein paidah nahīn hotīn.”
“Ékdam Durust farmātī hain tumhārī Ammījān. Mérī tamām mamérī aur mausérī bahnén Musalmān hī to hain. Aur unhīn kī tådād kul milākar ék sau bīs yā ék sau tīs sé oopar ho jātī hai. Mérī sagī, chachérī aur phuphérī Brāhmañ bahnén to mushkil sé bīs tīs sé zyādah nahīn hongī.”
“Khodā pahāđ, niklī chuhiyā.”
“Kyā kahā?”
“Kuchh nahīn, tumhārī bhābhiyon ké bāré mein poochh rahī thī.”
“Kyā poochh rahī thien?”
“Yahī ki unkī tådād to tumhārī bahnon kī tådād sé bhī zyādah hogī.”
“Béshak,” Arvind Pāŧhak ħairānī sé bolā, “tumko kaisé målūm?”
“Bas, samajh jāo. ‘Kħat kā majmūn bhānp lété hain lifāfā dékh kar’.”*
Arvind Pāŧhak ko Pūjā Agnihotrī kī yahī intehāī aggressiveness sakħt nāpasand thī.
Lékin voh kyā kar saktā thā?
Pūjā Agnihotrī sé pyār kartā thā voh, bépanāh muħabbat.
Usko kħūb achchhī taraħ målūm thā ki Pūjā Agnihotrī Durgesh Jījū kī ghulām hai.
Voh khulkar kahtī thī,
“Durgesh Jījū né mujhé chodkar mérī jaan bachāī hai. Main jab tak zindah rahūngī, unké talvé chāŧūngī, unkā Bachhalyā Lund chūsūngī, unsé chudvāūngī, unsé mérī Agnihotrī Brāhmañ gaanđ marāūngī, unkī ghulāmī karūngī main zindagī bhar.”
Padminī Dīxit né Pūjā Agnihotrī kī pīŧh thapthapāī thī.
“Shābās, hum Brahmkanyāon mein Durgesh ké sāth sex ko lékar aesī dīwāngī lagbhag na ké barābar hī pāī jātī hai. Tum koī akelī lađkī, tum koī akelī åurat nahīn ho, jisé chodkar Durgesh né uskī jaan bachāī ho. Durgesh Anant Sr’shŧi Chod hai. Is yug kā sarvottam Sex therapist hai. Hum åuraton ko chodkar hamārī jaan bachānā uskā profession hai, duty hai, kartavý hai, farz hai. Samjhīn?”
“Main nahīn māntī ki Durgesh Jījū né mujhé sirf is wajah sé chodā ki agar voh us vaqt mujhé nahīn chodté to main mar jātī.”
Padminī Dīxit hansī.
“Kyonki tum mānnā nahīn chāhtīn. Tumné apné āpko self-hypnotize kar rakhā hai ki tum mein aesī koī exclusive, sabsé alag thalag, nirālī baat hai, jissé Durgesh tumhén chodkar tumhārī jaan bachāné ké liyé pāgal ho gayā thā.”
Pūjā Agnihotrī né pūrī sanjīdagī ké sāth Dr. Padminī Dīxit ko dékhā.
“Nahīn hai mujh mein aesī koī special individuality?”
Dr. Padminī Dīxit muskurāī.
“Voh to kħair, har åurat mein hotī hai.”*
Pūjā Agnihotrī hans dī.
Human Psychology mein PhD kī thī Pūjā Agnihotrī né.
Ék åjīb sī ghaŧnā ghaŧī thī Pūjā Agnihotrī ké parivār mein.
Us ghaŧnā né ék nihāyat hī kāmyāb Medical Specialist parivār mein paidah honé ké bāwajūd Pūjā Agnihotrī ko Human Psychology mein PhD karné kā sankalp léné par majbūr kar diyā thā.
Durgesh sé sakħt nafrat karté thé Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī.
“He is an incurable sex maniac.” voh kahté thé, “Us vyakti né apné intehāī sexy honé ko justify karné ké liyé na sirf Hinduism, pratyut tamām majāhib ko sex centred banā dālā hai.”
“Lékin, Rām, Durgesh is daur-e-ħāzir kā sabsé zyādah kāmyāb Sex therapist hai. Dr. Jacqueline Lincoln ko cancer ho gayā thā. Tamām Medical Specialist jawāb dé chuké thé. Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ né Dr. Jacqueline Lincoln ké Arch Bishop father William Lincoln ko approach kiyā. Voh nahīn mane, lékin unkī bīwī né Dr. Jacqueline Lincoln kī Sex Therapy kī ijāzat dé dī. Natījah, Durgesh né Dr. Jacqueline Lincoln ko ék mahīné ké andar chod chod kar ŧhīk kar diyā.” Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās né apné ghor karmkāndī Brāhmañ Hindu pati ko ŧonkā.
Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī itné kaŧŧar Hindu thé ki unhoné apnī ardent Musalmān bīwī, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās, kā naam badal kar Dr. Sītā Agnihotrī rakh diyā thā.
Apnā yah nayā naam Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās ko bhī béħad pasand āyā thā.
Bhagwatī Sītā unkā ideal thien.
Lékin apné is nayé naam ké bāwajūd Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās né na apnā mazhab badlā thā, na Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī né hī aesī koī shart rakhī thī.
Kitnī åjīb baat thī!
Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī aur Dr. Sītā Agnihotrī kā na koī Lav paidah huā, na Kush.
Unkī sabsé bađī béŧī thī, Dr. Padminī Agnihotrī.
Unkī dūsrī béŧī thī, Dr. Ramā Agnihotrī.
Unkī tīsrī béŧī thī, Dr. Sudhā Agnihotrī.
Unkī chauthī béŧī thī, Dr. Prabhā Agnihotrī.
Unkī pānchvīn béŧī thī, Dr. Nandinī Agnihotrī.
Unkī chhaŧhvīn béŧī thī, Dr. Shubhrā Agnihotrī.
Unkī sātvīn béŧī thī, Pūjā Agnihotrī jo abhī Doctor nahīn banī thī, pađh rahī thī.
Tūfān us vaqt āyā jab Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ né Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī aur Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās ko approach kiyā.*
Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī né pāglon kī taraħ Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ kī taraf dékhā.
“What the hell you mean? Voh is Rām kī Sītā hai.”
“Voh Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās hai, mérī bachpan kī sahélī.”
“Main jāntā hūn.”
“Jī,” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ sakħtī sé bolī, “main jāntī hūn, ki aap jānté hain.”
“Voh Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās mar chukī hai. Yah uskā dūsrā janm hai. Ab voh Bhagwatī Sītā ko apnā ideal māntī hai.”
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ hansī.
“Brahm Bhagwatī Sītā Paulastý Rāvañi kal bhī uskā ideal thien.”
“Nahīn thien. Voh sirf zabānī jamā kħarch thā. Hotīn to Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās Durgesh ké sāth premarital sex ké mazé na lé rahī hotīn.”
“He is right, Farīdah,” Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās sanjīdagī sé bolī, “Brahm Bhagwatī Sītā Paulastý Rāvañi us vaqt bhī mérā ideal thien, lékin not as seriously as she is now.”
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ muskurāī.
“Tum nahīn chāhtīn ki tumhārā apnā koī beŧā ho?”*
Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās né ék sāns lī.
“Bilkul chāhtī hūn. Lékin voh beŧā Durgesh kā nahīn, Rām kā honā chāhiyé.”
“Yånī ki ab tum mukammil taur par Dr. Sītā Agnihotrī ban chukī ho?”
“Dr. Sītā Agnihotrī bannā méré liyé fakħr kī baat hai.”
“Sun liyā?” Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī né vijayī muskān ké sāth garvpūrvak Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ kī taraf dékhā, “Tumhārī Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Ǻbbās ké liyé mérī Dr. Sītā Agnihotrī bannā fakħr kī baat hai aur méré liyé Dr. Sītā Agnihotrī kā mérī patnī honā fakħr kī baat hai.”
“Yånī ki Kħadījah Durgesh sé chudvā saktī hai, Sītā nahīn?”
“Hargiz nahīn.”
“Tum pāgal ho,” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ hansī, “Durgesh aaj lātådād Sītāon ko chod rahā hai aur unsé apné kaī Lav aur Kush paidah kar chukā hai.”
“You are right. But they are NOT Dr. Sītā Agnihotrī.” Dr. Rām Chandr Agnihotrī né ŧhandī āwāz mein kahā.*
Chapter 3
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More from Durgesh:
2. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā-10
Posted: October 7, 2012 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Bachhalyās, Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs., Muslimahs, Muslimat, Uncategorized | Tags: Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Bachhalyās, Behavioural Science, Creative adult sex in Hindi, Creative adult sex in Urdu, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, Durgesh, Feminism, HLMCIC, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Jabeen Kħān, Jannat-e- Firdaus, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Kħālidah Kħān, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, Naziya Khan, Seven Movements, Shabnam Kħān, Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Shoeb Kħān, Shāheen Khan, Sidrah Aħmad, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Zohrah Khan, Ħayā Ħayāt 2 CommentsTujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā
Tujhé Chodā Mainé
Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā
‘The fifteen days of intense sex, love and lust’
Chapter 10
Durgesh Shabnam Kħān
Durgesh Nāziyah Kħān
Durgesh Zohrah Kħān
Zohrah Kħān aur Nāziyah Kħān donon pāglon kī taraħ kħushī sé chīkħtī huī apnī Ammī kī taraf lapkīn.
Donon mein sé kisī ko bhī kħwāb mein bhī yah ummīd nahīn thī ki Ammījān is taraħ unsé khulkar baat karéngī.
“Tab to tum bhī sharm karo. Main Durgesh sé tum sé bhī pahlé sé chudvā rahī hūn.”
Donon béŧiyon ko abhī tak yaqīn nahīn ho rahā thā ki jo kuchh unhoné abhī kħud apné kānon sé sunā aur kħud apnī ānkhon sé dékhā thā, kya voh ħaqīqat thī?
Ammījān ne kyā vāqaåī unké sāmné yah ħaqīqat taslīm kī thī ki voh Nāziyah Kħān sé bhī pahlé sé Durgesh sé chudvā rahī hain?
Kyā vāqaåī voh tīnon Ammī béŧiyān Chudāī kī itnī shauqīn hain ki aaj unké bīch aapas mein is måmlé mein koī sharmo ħayā bhī nahīn rahī?
Zohrah Kħān aur Nāziyah Kħān donon Shabnam Kħān sé burī taraħ kichkichākar lipaŧ gaīn.
Shabnam Kħān ne bhī tamām sharmo ħayā chhođkar un donon ko apné kaléjé sé lagā liyā.
Ab yah zarūrī ho gayā thā.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ab chāhtī thī ki tīnon Ammī béŧiyān khulkar sāmné aa jāyén aur Ashvinātam Ummat-e–Muslimah ké qyāam mein khulkar sāton taħrīkāt mein pakistanī Musalmān ħasīnāon kī rahnumāī karén.
Yah koī chhoŧī moŧī péshkash nahīn thī.
Bahut bađī péshkash thī.
Lifetime chance thā.*
Na Shabnam Kħān yah ħaqīqat taslīm karné ko taiyār thī, na Nāziyah Kħān aur na hī Zohrah Kħān ki mérī ħaqīqī ůmr is vaqt 63 saal ho chukī hai.
Main taintīs saal kā sirf dikhāī détā hūn, hūn nahīn.
Shabnam Kħān ko is par béħad naaz thā ki pooré 45 saal kī ho jaané par bhī voh 30 saal sé zyādah kī nazar hī nahīn aatī thī.
Jabki khud Zohrah Kħān 23 saal kī ho chukī thī aur Nāziyah Kħān 21 saal kī.
Nihāyat hī aħsānmandānā andāz mein apné donon goré nangé ħasīn kūlhé mérī sarvathā nagn Hindu goad mein samā diyé Shabnam Kħān né aur mera samūchā Uncut Hindu Lund poorā jađ tak apnī gorī dilkash Pakistani Musalmān Choot ké andar habak liyā.
Béħad kħush thī aaj Shabnam Kħān.
Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club mein stage par aaj voh pahlī martabah mujhsé sab ké sāmné chudvā rahī thī.
Uske ek taraf Zohrah Kħān thī aur doosrī taraf Nāziyah Kħān.
Durgesh aaj tamām kurra-e-zamīn kā sabsé muåzziz aur sabsé zyādah daulatmand shakħs taslīm kiyā ja chuka thā.
Aaj har ħasīn åurat Durgesh sé chudvāné ké liyé marī jātī thī aur har shakħs Durgesh ké talvé chāŧnā apnī sabsé bađī kħushqismatī samajhtā thā.
Sirf chand sarphiré Musalmān ħāsidīn ko chhođkar.
Aesé sarphiré Musalmīn kā dåvā thā ki Shankar Mahāpralayankar mérā sālā thā aur voh is vaqt kā sabsé bađā aur sabsé zyādah kāmyāb smuggler thā.
Yahan tak ki tamām Musalmān aur ghair Muslim smugglers darħaqīqat Shankar Mahāpralayankar ké liyé hī kaam karté thé.
Kyā sabūt thā is baat kā, ki jis taraħ baqiyah smugglers darħaqīqat Shankar Mahāpralayankar ké liyé kaam karté thé, Shankar Mahāpralayankar bhī darħaqīqat mere liyé hī kaam nahīn kartā thā?
Main press conference kar rahā thā.
Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club mein yah special Press Conference khud Press kī request par kī jā rahī thī.
“Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Waves kā āvishkār kyā aap né hī kiyā hai?” Binnāt-e-Islam kī reporter Ħayā Ħayāt ne sawāl kiyā.
“I’m sorry that I have to correct you, ma’am,” main muskurāyā, “in waves kā official name voh nahīn hai, jo abhī aap ne bayān farmāyā. Inka aslī naam Param Purush Ummmihātul Åālmīn Waves hai.”
Ħayā Ħayāt nihāyat hī dilkash andāz mein muskurāī,
“Lékin is Ījād mein aap kī Chief Assistant Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ aur aapkī Press Secretary Muħtarmā Kħātūn-e- Jannat Ħazrat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Sāħibah to jab bhī in waves kā zikr kartī hain, inhén Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Waves hī kahā kartī hain.”
“Yah naam mérī Chief Assistant Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ aur mérī Press Secretary Muħtarmā Kħātūn-e- Jannat Ħazrat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Sāħibah donon ko aur aap Press wālon ko zyādah pasand hai. Kyon pasand hai iskā kħulāsah to Baharħāl aap Ħazrāt hī zyādah bahtar taraħ sé kar saktī hain. Main iské mutålliq kyā årz kar saktā hūn?”
Ħayā Ħayāt phir muskurāī.
“Aap kī zyādahtar Ījādāt ké implementation mein Hindu Lund aur Muslim Chooton kā iståmāl hī zyādah sé zyādah huā kartā hai. Press iski wajah jān saktā hai?”
“Sure. Iskī wajah hai, availability aur competence.”
“Allah,” Ħayā Ħayāt hansī, “aap phir ek martabah apnī vahī purānī baat dohrā rahé hain, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, ki scientifically sirf Hindu Lund Muslim Choot hī most competent aur perfect jođī hai. Isn’t it?”
“Tantr yahī manta hai. Is āvishkār kā sambandh Tantr sé hai. Aur vaisé bhī itihās is baat kā gawāh hai ki scientifically sirf Hindu Lund Muslim Choot hī most competent aur perfect jođī hai.”
“Lékin iské bāwajūd aesā anékon martabah ho chuka hai ki jab koī naī Hindu Lund Muslim Choot theory implementation ké liyé aap ké sāmné pésh kī jātī hai, aap us Musalmān lađkī ko chodné sé inkār kar dete hain jo is tajurbé ké liyé aap ko pésh kī jātī hai.” ek mardānah āwāz aaī.
Āwāz pīchhé sé aaī thī.
Sabkī nigāhén qudratī taur par yah dékhné ké liyé pīchhé kī taraf ghūm gaīn ki yah baat ākħir kahī kisné thī.
Voh koī aŧŧhāis saal kā ek nihāyat hī dublā patlā chashmādhārī yuvak thā.
Uskī ānkhon mein téj thā aur chéhré par buddhimattā kī chap thī.
“Aap sirf apnī manpasand Musalmān Chooton kā hī iståmāl apné tajurbāt ké liyé kiyā karté hain. Doosron kī tajvījkardah Musalmān Chooton kā iståmāl karné kā risk aap kabhī nahīn uŧhāté. Aap kā yah aħtiyāt sābit kartā hai ki aap kī Ījādāt personality oriented hain. Immune to particular persons nahīn hain. Yånī voh har zamāné aur har jagah sach hon, yah zarūrī nahīn hai.”
Hall mein sannāŧā chhā gayā.*
Shabnam Kħān ghussé sé bolī,
“Yah mardūd apnī Musalmān bahanon, Musalmān béŧiyon, Musalmān bīviyon, aur apnī Musalmān girlfriends ko tum par thopnā chāhtā hai, tāki jab tum unko chodté hué kisī ījād mein kāmyāb ho’o, to voh tumhāré aglé tajurbāt ké lye tumhén blackmail kar saké.”
Nāziyah Kħān né apnī Ammī ko rokā,
“Ammī, yah Durgesh kī Hindu Lund Muslim Choot theories kī baat nahīn kar rahā. Isné Durgesh kī Hindu Lund Muslim Choot theories par apnī kħud kī Hindu Lund Muslim Choot theories develop kī hain aur yah chāhtā hai ki Durgesh iskī un Hindu Lund Muslim Choot theories par iskī tajvījkardah Musalmān ħasīnāon ko chodté hué kaam karé.”
Zohrah Kħān né bhī apnī chhoŧī bahan kā samarthan kiyā.
“Nāziyah ŧhīk kah rahī hai, Ammī.”
“Tum donon jāntī ho is lađké ko?” Shabnam Kħān né pūchhā.
“Kaun nahīn jāntā? Yah Muħammad bin Qāsim hai. Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company ké managing director Al Muħammad Al Qāsim kā iklautā béŧā. Yah apnī Musalmān girlfriends ko Durgesh sé chudvānā chāhtā hai. Durgesh iskī bahnon Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī aur Al Zakāt Al Qāsim kā boyfriend/live in relationship partner hai. Iskī Musalmān girlfriends is ħaqīqat kā fāydah uŧhākar Durgesh sé chudvānā chāhtī hain. Båqī sab sirf bahānā hai.” Nāziyah Kħān sard lahjé mein bolī.*
Shabnam Kħān ne apné donon nangé goré sudaul bhārī Musalmān kūlhé phir sé ŧhīk sé kaskar mérī sarvathā nagn Hindu purush goad mein samāyé, mérā burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanā rha Uncut Hindu Lund phir sé jađ tak apnī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān Choot ké andar habkā aur haulé sé muskurā dī.
Ved Nagar!
The dream city.
Jahān voh khulkar stage par Durgesh sé chudvā rahī hai aur sab is par usko appreciate kar rahé hain, koī uskī mazammat nahīn kar rahā.
Isīliyé to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sé yah samjhautā kiyā thā Shabnam Kħān né.
Apnī bépanāh Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān Jawānī, apné bépanāh Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān ħusn, par itnā zyādah naaz thā Shabnam Kħān ko ki voh usé tamām kāynāt-e-kul mein khulkar nangī ghūm ghūm kar har kisī ko dikhānā chāhtī thī, har kisī par is måmlé mein apnī bartarī sābit karné ké liyé.
Isī silsilé mein Shabnam Kħān kī mulāqāt ek nude beach mein pahlé Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sé aur phir Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ké zariyé mujhsé huī thī.*
Jabīn Kħān bhī apnī bađī bahan, Shabnam Kħān, sé kuchh kam kħūbsūrat nahīn thī, lékin Jabīn Kħān Shabnam Kħān kī taraħ nudist nahīn thī.
Shabnam Kħān kī taraħ nude beach mein nangī ghūmnā na Jabīn Kħān ko pasand thā, na hī Shoeb Kħān ko.
Lékin Shabnam Kħān ké sāth nude beach par nangī ghūmné ké liyé inkār karnā bhī Jabīn Kħān ko pasand nahīn thā.
Shoeb Kħān né hanskar kahā thā,
“Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah, ab béchāré Shoeb Kħān kī kħair nahīn.”
Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah muskurākar bolī thien,
“Aapko bhī na, har vaqt mazāq sūjhtā rahtā hai.”
“Wallah, Sarkār, kħādim kī jurrat nahīn ho saktī apnī Rabb-e-ħayāt sé mazāq kar sakné kī.”
“Aré, kyon gunahgār banā rahé hain laundī ko apnī Rabb-e-ħayāt kahkar? Main sirf sharīk-e-ħayāt hūn aapkī. Rabb-e-ħayāt to har kisī kā sirf Mālik-e-yaumuddīn hai.”
“Bajā farmāyā aapné.” Shoeb Kħān né ek gahrī sāns lī, “lékin Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah, aap ké is tābédār ko is baat kā afsos zarūr rahégā ki ab aap hamārī sharīk-e-ħayāt bhī nahīn rahīn poorī taraħ.”
“Kyā matlab?”
“Mainé kħud apné pairon par kulhāđī maar lī. Kħud yah ħaq dé diyā aapko ki jākar Durgesh kā Uncut Hindu Lund pakađ lén.”
Jabīn Kħān muskurā dīn,
“Voh to hai. Hamāré Hindu dāmād Sāħab kā Uncut Hindu Lund hai to vāqaåī unique aur legendary.”
Shoeb Kħān kā chéhrā utar gayā.
“Pasand āyā na āpko?”
“Béħad. Sach kahūn? Main to hamāré Hindu dāmād Sāħab, Durgesh, ké Uncut Hindu Lund par usī vaqt mar miŧī thī jab mainé Shāhīn ko pahlī martabah Durgesh sé chudvāté dékhā thā.”*
Apnī béŧī ko mujhsé chudvāté pahlī martabah jab Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah, Jabīn Kħān, né dékhā thā, to Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah ké ‘kħādim’, Shoeb Kħān, bhī apnī ‘Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah’ ké sāth thé.
Ék martabah phir poorī koshish kī thī Jabīn Kħān né unkī cut Musalmān nūnī khađī karné kī.
Aur ék martabah phir voh burī taraħ nākām rahī thien.
Shoeb Kħān ko kabhī sex sé bahut zyādah dilchaspī rahī ho, aesā to kħair, kabhī bhī nahīn thā.
Jabīn Kħān né kabhī kahā nahīn thā apné munh sé, lékin sach yah thā ki apné az-e-ħad shāistah Musalmān shauhar sé Jabīn Kħān burī taraħ paréshān thien.
Hazāron martabah taraħ taraħ sé darkħvāst karné par bhī Shoeb Kħān né Jabīn Kħān ko kabhī roshnī mein nahīn chodā thā.
Aaj unkī béŧī, Shāhīn Kħān, din kī bharpūr roshnī mein Durgesh sé chudvā rahī thī.
Kaisī åjīb baat thī!
Yah ‘Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah’, Jabīn Kħān kī zindagī kā pahlā lund thā jisé voh pratyax dékh rahī thien.
Apné shauhar kī cut Musalmān nūnī tak nahīn dékhī thī Jabīn Kħān né pratyaxtah kabhī iské pahlé.
Shoeb Kħān né unhén jab bhī chodā thā, tārīkī mein hī chodā thā.
To aesā hotā hai lund darasal?
Jabīn Kħān ħairān thien ki unhén kħud apnī hī béŧī kī kħushqismatī sé rashk ho rahā thā.
Bahut sharm aa rahī thī Jabīn Kħān ko is baat par ki unkā rom rom yah chāh rahā thā, kaash, Shāhīn Kħān kī jagah voh kħud hotīn.
Allah, no!
Durgesh unkā dāmād hai.
Kaisé soch saktī hain Jabīn Kħān ki voh kħud apnī béŧī kī saut ban jāyén?
Satīsh né kitnā bađā dhokah diyā thā Shāhīn Kħān ko.
Aur ab jab Shāhīn Kħān is sadmé sé bāhar nikāl pāī hai to Jabīn Kħān kħud…
Hargiz nahīn.
Qayāmat tak hargiz nahīn.*
Call Bell ké jawāb mein kħud Kħālidah Kħān né darwāzah kholā.
Ék bār phir mujhé lagā ki voh Kħālidah Kħān nahīn thī.
Kħud uskī juđwān bahan Jabīn Kħān hī thien.
Léshmātr bhī to farq nahīn thā tīnon bahnon mein.
Shabnam Kħān, Jabīn Kħān aur Kħālidah Kħān tīnon hamshakl thien.
Shabnam Kħān 45 saal kī thī lékin tīs sé zyādah kī hargiz nazar nahīn ātī thī.
Log Shabnam Kħān ko Zohrah Kħān aur Nāziyah Kħān kī bađī bahan samajhté thé, Ammī nahīn.
Yahī ħālat Jabīn Kħān aur Kħālidah Kħān kī bhī thī.
35 saal kī thien Jabīn Kħān aur Kħālidah Kħān donon, lékin un donon ko bhī koī tīs sé zyādah kī hargiz nahīn kah saktā thā.
Mérā apnā anubhav, mérā apnā tajurbah, is måmlé mein yah thā ki aksar Musalmān ħasīnāyén is måmlé mein kuchh zyādah hī kħushqismat hotī thien.
Unkā dåvā thā ki iskī wajah unkā Panjvaqtah Namāzī aur burqah pahanné wālī honā thā.
Kħālidah Kħān Crime Prevention ké apné mission ké ħawālé junūn kī taraħ thī.
Har voh shakħs jo corrupt thā, chāhé voh sarkārī ho, ardh-sarkārī yā phir ghair-sarkārī, Kħālidah Kħān kā shikār thā.
Yah sirf mérā hī nahīn, bahut sāré patrkāron kā bhī andāzah thā ki Kħālidah Kħān naam kī koī åurat kahīn thī hī nahīn.
Crime Prevention ké apné nihāyat hī kħatarnāk junūn kī wajah sé Jabīn Kħān hī Kħālidah Kħān ké pen name sé wahān Kħālidah Kħān bankar rah rahī thī.
Kħālidah Kħān/Jabīn Kħān né mujhé drawing room mein biŧhālā.
Tīn bedroom thé us flat mein.
Kħālidah Kħān/Jabīn Kħān né apné bedroom ké bāzū wālé bedroom ko apnā office banā rakhā thā.
Aesā Kħālidah Kħān né kyon kar rakhā thā, yah mujhé nahīn målūm thā.
Voh us poorī ĭmārat kī mālkin thī, kirāyédār nahīn.
Kahīn bhī apnā office banā saktī thī.
Baghal ké flat mein Kħālidah Kħān kī secretary, Jannat-e- Firdaus rahtī thī.
Kħālidah Kħān kī apnī website thī jis par Kħālidah Kħān har mahīné do baar, har pakhwāđé, aisé logon kī Black List jārī kartī thī jo uskī taftīsh ké mutābiq corrupt hoté thé.
Sabhī sambandhit vibhāgon aur officials sé Kħālidah Kħān kā yah anurodh bhī us website mein hotā thā ki voh aisé logon ko investigate karén aur agar jo kuchh Kħālidah Kħān né unké kħilāf apnī website par likhā thā, usko sach pāyén to unké kħilāf case chalāyén.
Kħālidah Kħān kī taraf muskurā kar dékhā mainé.
“Kaisé yād kiyā mérī sarkār?”
“Kyā kaisé yād kiyā?” Kħālidah Kħān shikāyat bharī āwāz mein bolī, “kabhī milté hī nahīn ho, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam?”
“Jo kah rahī ho, soch samajh kar kah rahī ho, yā yūn hī apnī zabān ko dhār dé rahī ho?”
“Tumhārā kyā kħayāl hai, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt?” Kħālidah Kħān lagāwaŧ bharī, mastī bharī āwāz mein bolī.
“Mérā kħayāl hai ki dhār hī dé rahī ho tum apnī zabān ko.”
“Allah ré badqismatī.” Kħālidah Kħān né ék ŧhandī sāns lī.
“Sālī, yā to main sachmuch hī tum Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam nahīn hūn, yā phir tū Musalmān nahīn hai.”
“Donon bātén hain, Kħasam, donon bātén hain.” Kħālidah Kħān né ék sard aah bharī, “tum hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam bhī ho, aur main Musalmān bhī hūn. Lékin main ék måmūlī Musalmān åurat hūn, koī Musalmān ħasīnah vasīnah nahīn hūn. Hotī to tumhārī donon jānghon ké darmyān mujhé Mukesh Ambani kā residential house na dikhāī dé rahā hotā, jo Jabīn Kħān ko dékhté hī fauran wajūd mein aa jātā hai tumhārī donon ŧāngon ké darmyān.”
“Utnī dūr sé kyā dékh pāyégī ki kaisī krānti ho rahī hai yahān? Yahān aa kar mérī goad mein baiŧhkar dékh téré swāgat kā yahān kaisā shāndār intejām hai.”
Kħālidah Kħān nihāyat hī makkārī ké sāth muskurāī.
“Yånī haméshah kī taraħ aaj bhī yah faislah nahīn kar pā rahé ho, ki main Kħālidah Kħān hūn, yā Jabīn Kħān. Agar main tumhārī dåvat par vāqaåī tumhārī goad mein aa kar baiŧh gaī, to main Kħālidah Kħān, varnā Jabīn Kħān, no?”*
Main us kambakħt ko ānkh marker muskurāyā.
“Samajhdār to ho tum abhī bahnén.”
Voh bhī jawāb mein mujhé ānkh marker muskurāī.
“Koī aur tarīqā nikālo hum donon juđwān bahnon ko alag alag pahchān sakné kā. Yah tarīqā ab purānā ho chukā. Ab Jabīn Kħān bhī baiŧh saktī hai tumhārī goad mein.”
“Nonsense.”
“Mat māno. Lékin ħaqīqat yah hai ki Jabīn Kħān kī zindagī mein bhī is darmyān ék inqalāb aa chukā hai. Shoeb Kħān Bhāījān kā ab Jabīn Kħān kī tamām koshishon ké bāwajūd hargiz khađā nahīn hotā.”
“What?”
“Chaunk gayé na?” Voh mujhé phir ānkh marker muskurāī, “Tumné kabhī kħwāb mein bhī nahīn sochā hogā ki kħud Jabīn Kħān bhī tumsé chudvā saktī hai, aur voh bhī pāglon kī taraħ, jitnā tum chāho utnā, jab tak tum chāho, tab tak.”*
Main talkħ lahjé mein bolā,
“Sālī, bol to aésé rahī hai jaisé kħud shabo roz, raat din sé, aharnish, nonstop day and night mujhsé chudvātī rahtī ho, aur main hī tujhé chodné sé katrāyā kartā hoūn.”
“Bilkul ŧhīk.”
“Kyā matlab?”
“Aré, main to kab sé tumsé chudvāné ké liyé tađap rahī hūn. Lékin tum ho ki kabhī mujhé apnā Uncut Hindu Lund pakađné tak nahīn dété.”
“Shut up, Sālī, jhūŧhī. Kħūb munh kī pakpak karné lagī hai. Aa aakar mérī goad mein baiŧh.”
Usné sharārat sé apnā nichlā honŧh chubhlāyā,
“Soch lo. Sachmuch aakar baiŧh gaī to phir kħūb jī bharkar chudvāyé baghair main nahīn uŧhné wālī. Aur phir na kahnā ki main lāintehā pyāsī thī. Mujhé mere shauhar sé alahdah hué ‘ék zamānā beet gayā’.”
Yah ākħirī fiqrah Kħālidah Kħān né ék tarannum mein kahā thā.
“You are Jabīn Kħān.” main hanstā huā bolā, “tum sirf zabānī smart talk sé kaam chalā rahī ho. Kħālidah Kħān hotīn to mérī itnī dåvat par kabhī kī aakar mérī goad mein baiŧh chukī hotīn.”
“Achchhā? Kħālidah Kħān kyā shabo roz baiŧhī rahtī hai tumhārī goad mein?”
“Sālī ék baar bhī nahīn baiŧhī abhī tak mérī goad mein. Eīshān!Eīshān! kin purāné kħayālāt kī béwaqūf Musalmān åuraton ké bīch phans gayā hai yah Hindu Sambhog Samrāŧ, yah Hindu Chudāī Samrāŧ. Sāliyon ko koī qadr hī nahīn hai is baat kī ki mérā Uncut Hindu Lund kab sé khađā ho kar burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanā rahā hai.”
“What do you mean ‘purāné kħayālāt kī béwaqūf Musalmān åuratén?” Kħālidah Kħān kichkichākar bolī, “Main to is baat kā lihāj kar rahī thī ki tum mérī niece Shāhīn Kħān ké boyfriend ho. ‘purāné kħayālāt kī béwaqūf Musalmān åuratén? Tumhārī to main…ab tumhāré Uncut Hindu Lund kī kħair nahīn. Samjhé? Ék baar ghuséđā to nikālné nahīn dūngī qayāmat tak. Chalo, aa jāo maidān mein.”
Kħālidah Kħān dhamm sé mérī goad mein aa baiŧhī.*
Main uskī is sarvathā apratyāshit ħarkat ké liyé léshmātr bhī taiyār nahīn thā.
Mujhé poorā yaqīn thā ki voh Jabīn Kħān hī hai.
Kħālidah Kħān kā koī wajūd nahīn hai.
Jabīn Kħān hī Kħālidah Kħān bankar double role kar rahī hai.
Isliyé main Jabīn Kħān ko chāhé kitnā hī kyon na uksāūn, voh baharħāl mérī goad mein aakar baiŧhné wālī nahīn hai.
Mérī tamām theory rakhī rah gaī thī aur Jabīn Kħān goad mein aa baiŧhī thī.
Agar voh vāqaåī Jabīn Kħān thī to.
Mérī Hindu purush goad burī taraħ jhulas uŧhī thī.
Jabīn Kħān ké sudaul Musalmān kūlhé mérī Hindu purush goad mein burī taraħ kaskar samā gayé thé.
Voh is taraħ burī taraħ kaskar fit baiŧh gayé thé mérī Hindu purush goad mein jaisé voh kħās taur par mérī Hindu purush goad kā sānchā lékar vahīn samāné ké liyé banāyé gayé hon.
Kitnā perfect size thā unkā.
Tabhī is baat kā ék aur sabūt ħāsil huā mujhé ki mérī goad mein is vaqt Jabīn Kħān hī baiŧhī huī thien, koī Kħālidah Kħān nahīn.
Mérā unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund Jabīn Kħān ké hasīn Musalmān kūlhon ké bīch hī samāyā huā burī taraħ phanphanā rahā thā, kisī Kħālidah Kħān ké kūlhon ké bīch nahīn.
Kħālidah Kħān aur uskī secretary, Jannat-e- Firdaus, ké flats ko bīch sé jođné wālā darwāzah khulā thā aur Jannat-e- Firdaus wahān sé andar dākħil huī thī.
Chapter 11
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
They conspired against me: 2
Posted: September 16, 2012 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ, Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Captain Shekhar, Captain Shekhar Kr’shñ, Della Street, Dr. Fareedah Jalāl Sheikħ, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, Durgesh, Erle Stanley Gardner, Feminism, incest, Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb, 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 Ålī Jinnāħ, Perry Mason, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb, Taymūr Murād, two nation theory, Waħīd Murād, Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī 7 CommentsThey conspired against me
Chapter 2
Durgesh Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb
Durgesh Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb
I was startled.
“What? You want me to fuck you every day?”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was not Just Eighteen Just Adult.
It was I that was eighteen years old.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was thirty one.
She put her legs on my shoulders shifting them.
“Don’t you?”
“Don’t I?” I winked at her fucking her passionately, “Sālī, I want to fuck all of you.”
“In this nineteenth year of your age?” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb teased me.
I winked at her.
“Am I not fucking you properly?”
“Properly? You are marvellous, mérī jān.” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb pulled me on her and kissed me, “Even my husband hasn’t given me that pleasure what you are bestowing on me.”
“Thank you Kħālidah, I was afraid that you wouldn’t appreciate my eighteen years old Just Eighteen Just Adult Uncut Hindu Lund in your fully grown up thirty one years old Musalmān Pussy.”
“Nonsense, Nādirah said your Uncut Hindu Lund was miraculous.”
“Your nanad? Your sister in law?” I smiled.
“That’s right.”
“Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ is marvellous on bed.”*
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ grasped my hand, said,
“I’m very pleased to meet you once again, Mr. Durgesh. I hope my wife is not draining you more than you want to allow her.”
“Forget her, Doctor.” I squeezed his hand respectfully. Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ is a fantastic medical specialist, a fantastic Doctor and a fantastic sex therapist. I’m really proud of her that she loves me and shares my bed.”
“Thank Allah, thank God.” he sighed in relief. I was afraid I’ve burdened you great with my infinitely sexy wife.”
“Not at all.” I smiled, “I’m sexier than your wife even.”
“That’s right. But it was my duty to ask you.”
“It’s alright. Don’t worry about Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ any more. She is sexually my responsibility now, not yours. She is your legal wife now only. Physically she is my wife now.”
“Thank you.”
“You are most welcome.”
“I have to discuss this case with you. Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb is Bhāījān’s greatest problem now.”
“Well, as you requested I’ve started fucking your daughter in law now.”
“Bhāījān, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ, doesn’t want her now in our house.”
“He isn’t justified in framing her, anyway.” I said curtly, “If he weren’t your Bhāījān…”
“I know. But Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb is not my daughter in law exactly. She is Bhāījān’s daughter in law.”
“I understand.”
“And,” Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ smiled significantly, “Similarly, Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ isn’t my daughter exactly. She is my niece. My elder brother’s daughter.”
“That’s right too.” I smiled artfully, “And she insists I’m Just Eighteen Just Adult?”
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ laughed,
“You can’t blame my niece, my friend. Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ is Just Eighteen Just Adult. She’d never admit you are forty eight actually.”
“Eīshān!” I sighed.
“How do you feel fucking a Just Eighteen Just Adult young woman?”
“Well, your niece isn’t the ever first Just Eighteen Just Adult that raped me.”
“I understand, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ smiled appropriately.
“I wonder of two real brothers, how the elder one is so communal and the younger one is so superbly humane.”
“Thank you, but don’t wonder ever. Bhāījān is exact replica of our father, Muħammad Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.”*
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ smiled impishly.
Shifting her legs on my shoulders, she said.
“Increase your pace, you teaser.”
“I asked you something, Farīdah.” I increased my pace, “Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī. You’ve had her hospitalized several times within the last few months.”
“I never knew the bitch too belonged to your Ħarem.” Farīdah winked at me.
I kept gravely fucking the extremely beautiful Sex therapist.
“It may be a serious business, Farīdah. Don’t try to avoid my questions. Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī’s lawyer has joined politics now. He isn’t interested any more in courts and trials.”
“I know. You are talking about Taymūr Murād, don’t you?”
“That’s right. Waħīd Murād, his son, has taken now his clienteles.”
“And how is it related with the hospitalization of my friend, Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī?”
“Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb is your friend, Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī’s sister in law. Isn’t she? Both Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī and Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb are daughters in law of your elder brother in law, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.”
“I see.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ was somewhat furious now, “Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ is my elder brother in law. That’s right. But he is so utter Communal that he believes the Two Nation Theory of Muħammad Ålī Jinnāħ is universally right. He divides entire human race in two major groups−Musalmīn and Kāfirūn.”
“Well?”
“A large number of educated Musalmīn disagree with him.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ declared savagely. “I disagree with him. My husband Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ disagrees with his elder brother.”*
I kept fucking the wonderful Sex therapist, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, patiently,
“That’s not the point my darling. Moreover, you know it very well. I think, not only Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb but your friend, Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī, is also in somewhat danger, if my deductions are correct.”
“What?”
“That’s right.”
“But Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī is not my patient exactly. Jalāl is actually her doctor.”
“Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ? Your husband?”
“That’s right.”
“Well, he isn’t paying proper attention to his patient in this case I think. The trouble with your husband, Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, Farīdah Jalāl, is that he is too good a humane to suspect his own elder brother, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.”
“Well, he is his elder brother, Durgesh. Have a heart. How the hell can you criticize him?”
“I’m not criticizing him, you idiot. I’m trying to save him from a potential murder charge.”
“What?”
“Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ has never compromised with the greatness of his younger brother, Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. He is still against that Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ should allow you to sleep with me.”
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ hesitated somewhat.
She avoided meeting my eyes.
“Well, it doesn’t make any difference.”
“That’s what you and Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ thinks.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve reason to believe that Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī made a will clandestinely. She perhaps didn’t want to bring in the knowledge of your ever communal brother in law, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.”
“Well, you can’t blame her.”
“I’m not blaming her. I don’t blame anyone ever. It’s always dangerous to the parties concerned.”
“Allah! Yā Allah! You and your human psychology. Can’t you forget ever that you are a human psychologist? I don’t need your damn human psychology now. I need your wild animal Hindu sex kicks now in my ravenous Lebanese Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt. Damn you.”
I smiled.
“Sālī, I never stopped fucking you.”
“But you are concentrating on other things more.” she complained.
“Listen to me. Your ears and tongue are not being used in our lovemaking. Are they? You are a Sex therapist. You can enjoy sex even when we are talking of your husband. He is a very good human being. I don’t want him to be trapped and framed as Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was.”
“Sorry.”
“Listen to me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“The will Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī made was, I think, executed in the office of an attorney named Taymūr Murād. Taymūr Murād has joined politics now entrusting his clienteles now to his son Waħīd Murād. Persons, including Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ perhaps, I’m not sure however, are interested in surreptitiously, sneakily, obtaining a copy of that will. The persons associated with Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī may be taking an active interest in a search of this kind.
“Now, I am asking you this. Are you completely satisfied with your diagnosis in the case of Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī?”
“Naturally. Otherwise Jalāl wouldn’t have discharged her.”
I kept my patience.
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ wanted sex.
She wasn’t in a mood of discussing any patient with me.
I understood it very well, but her husband’s liberty and future was at stake.
I couldn’t ignore or tolerate it.
“I understand, generally, that Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī had a gastroenteric disturbance.”
“Well, what of it?”
“I’ve gone through several authorities on forensic medicine and toxicology.”
“Allah!”
“Listen to me, you idiot.”
“Yes, sir. We are not making love. We are Sex therapists always. We haven’t our personal life. Have we?”
I smiled.
Increased fucking her more wildly, more passionately, more lovingly.
But kept on talking on the problem nevertheless.
I was a responsible person.
I had to.
“I find that it is generally agreed that cases of arsenic poisoning are seldom diagnosed by the attending physician, since the symptoms are those of gastroenteric disturbance.”
“You are crazy. You aren’t a doctor. You are a Sex therapist only. Let Jalāl decide what your dearest Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī is suffering from. Okay? ”
“Were there abdominal cramps?” I asked patiently, “Cramps in the calves of the legs? A burning sensation in the stomach and−”
“Allah! Yā Allah! I’ll be damned.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ interrupted, “How the hell did you know?”
I ceased talking, but kept on fucking her nonstop.
I was waiting for the doctor in her to say something.
There was a long period of silence.
I kept on fucking her unwearyingly.
“No one would possibly want to poison Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ said ultimately.
“How the hell do you know?” I asked belligerently.*
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb gritted her teeth.
She had watched everything.
She never knew, neither she had even imagined ever, her elder sister would be so selfish.
She was enjoying Durgesh alone.
Damn her.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was following the stream of passengers filing past the HVSI Airlines flight attendants.
“Allah Ħāfiz.”
“Allah Ħāfiz.”
“Nice trip.”
“Thank you. Allah Ħāfiz.”
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb watched.
She kept watching.
The passengers left the fabulous HVSI jet plane.
They inched their way to the broader corridors of the HVSI Airport of Ved Nagar.
They quickened their pace, walking down the long runway toward a huge illuminated sign bearing the word ‘Baggage’.
There was an arrow pointing downward where an escalator descended to a lower level.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb looked at Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.
She never thought he would be present there personally.
What the hell the scoundrel wanted now to do to Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb?
Wasn’t her exile enough?
He never allowed Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb to prepare anything for Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb steadied herself by putting her right hand on the rail of the escalator.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb hoped Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ hadn’t seen her.
It was a surprise to Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb that Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ was too with her ever communal ever wretched father.
She thought Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ wasn’t against Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was enjoying her beautiful sex sessions with me.
Durgesh couldn’t believe she was still a virgin at her thirty-second year.
She was carrying a topcoat and she was tired.
In her earlier thirties, Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb had a tremendous figure and a superb way with clothes.
She never minded working hard.
Taymūr Murād compared Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb with imaginary Della Street, the ever-efficient secretary to Perry Mason, a fictional character created by late Erle Stanley Gardner.
When Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb smiled, her beautiful face lit up.
She stepped from the escalator at the lower level and walked briskly toward the revolving platform.
The baggage would appear on it.
It was too early, yet for the baggage to make its appearance.
Yet, it was indicative of Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb’s now constantly improving confident character that she walked with utterly firm rapid steps, hurrying to reach the place she may have to wait for several long minutes.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb wondered what a great positive change it was in her elder sister’s original somewhat nervous character.
Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ was surprised.
He couldn’t imagine what he was observing now.
He had seen his daughter in law in Taymūr Murād’s office too.
She was of course efficient, but not so aggressively confident ever.
She was a good girl.
And in Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ’s opinion, hell, no good girl might be as aggressively confident as her daughter in law, Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was now.
What the hell has she gained?
He couldn’t imagine a young woman, expelled from her husband’s home on sinister suspicions, and still now, she is gaining self-confidence more and more, instead of losing it.
He was worried now.
Should he have to change his strategy?*
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb felt herself jealous of her elder sister.
Durgesh is improving Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb immensely, tremendously.
She isn’t worried any more.
She is quite confident now.
She hasn’t lost husband.
She has obtained a husband instead.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb lost Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ.
But she has obtained Durgesh.
Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ was a nerd.
Durgesh was wonderful.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb wasn’t unlucky that she lost Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ.
She was lucky that Durgesh has found her attractive.
At length, baggage began to appear on a moving belt.
The belt transported the baggage to the slowly revolving turntable.
Both Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb and Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ were immensely attentive now.
Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ hadn’t given any impression that he had seen Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb too, as Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb had seen him.
Passengers began to pick out baggage.
Porters with claim checks stood by, occasionally pulling out heavy handbags and putting them on hand trucks.
The crowd began to thin out.
Finally, only a few pieces of baggage were left on the turntable.
The trucks moved away.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb moved over to a porter.
“My baggage didn’t come in,” she said.
He looked at her,
“What was it, lady?”
“A single suitcase, green, and a small oblong overnight case for cosmetics.”
“Let me see your checks, please.”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb handed him the baggage checks.”
“Before I start looking, we’d better wait,” he said, “and see if there is another truck coming. Sometimes there’s a second section of trucks when there’s an unusually large load.”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb looked at the porter gravely.
“Sure?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Alright.” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb surrendered, “I don’t think I’ve another option except to wait.”
Porter bowed politely.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. You aren’t responsible.”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb waited impatiently.
After two or three minutes, more baggage showed up on the moving belt.
There were four suitcases.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb’s and two others.
“There they are now. Those two are mine,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb said, “The green one−the big one in front−and the oblong overnight bag in back.”
The porter smiled respectfully,
“Okay, ma’am. I’ll get them for you.”
The suitcase, followed by the overnight bag, moved along the conveyor belt, then hit the slide to the revolving table.
A few seconds later, the porter picked them up, put the bags on his hand truck and started for the door.
A man had been standing there well back.
He came forward.
“Just a moment, please.” he said.
The porter looked at him.
The man produced a leather folder from his side pocket, opened it and showed a gold shield,
“Ved Nagar Police,” he said, “Was there some trouble about this baggage?”
The porter hastily assured him,
“No trouble. No trouble at all, sir. Only it didn’t come in with the first load.”
“There has been some baggage trouble,” the main said curtly to the porter.
Then he smiled politely at Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb,
“Is this your suitcase, ma’am?”
“Yes, officer.” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb said in somewhat reserved manner, “Why are you interfering? I’m already detained unnecessarily. For your kind information, officer, hey, may I know your name? Can you identify to me too before asking anything?”
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb clearly noticed.
Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ was worried now.
The Police Officer looked at Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb inadvertently.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb immediately hid herself behind a fat man.
She didn’t want that Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb could see her there.
She never intended to be seen by anyone there.
Even it was unfortunate that the Police Officer had sseen her there.
“Captain Shekhar, ma’am,” he said to Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb was still avoiding Captain Shekhar’s gaze.
Captain Shekhar winked at Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb significantly, as if assuring her.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb looked around.
Then she herself winked at Captain Shekhar as if to assure him that she had got the message he wanted to convey so desperately.
Captain Shekhar smiled at her understandingly.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb, unfortunately, wasn’t smart enough to notice all these interchanges.
She asked Captain Shekhar instead, irritably somewhat,
“What do you want?”
“I beg your pardon, ma’am.” Captain Shekhar said respectfully and politely, “There is some baggage problem here. There are some complaints about it. Will you mind to identify your baggage to the Police?”
“I see,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb watched Captain Shekhar from his head to his feet entirely, “weren’t you standing here all along?”
“Of course, ma’am. That’s my duty.”
“If I am not mistaken, Captain Shekhar, you know me very well personally yourself, don’t you?”
Captain Shekhar hesitated somewhat.
“I’m sorry, Bājī.”
“You loved Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb, my younger sister, don’t you?”
“I still love her.” Captain Shekhar said grimly, “Damn your sister. She didn’t marry me only because I’m a Hindu, despite the fact that we have a son too.”
“What?”
“Oh, she never told you?” Captain Shekhar was sarcastic somewhat.
“Well, well, well,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb smiled, “she wouldn’t be forgiven. Tell me where my nephew is.”
Captain Shekhar hesitated.
“He is at my home. But Bājī, I’m sorry. You are framed by some scoundrel, I think. The Police have a tip that you are carrying drugs.”
“I see. That’s why my baggage was late. Someone has added drugs in my baggage and informed the Police?”
“I have to arrest you, Bājī. Sorry, I’m too under surveillance. I can’t do anything for you.”
Captain Shekhar’s eyes were filled with tears.
“Hell,” Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ scowled to himself.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb controlled herself surprisingly in a quite dignified manner,
“It’s alright, brother. Nothing to feel guilty for yourself. I understand that it’s your duty. Can I call my husband?”
“I suspect Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ is himself behind it.” Captain Shekhar said controlling himself.
“Hey, Shekhar,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb laughed, “you didn’t hear me attentively. I didn’t say my ex-husband. I said ‘my husband’, Durgesh I mean. Damn it.”
Chapter 3
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat:5
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‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Chapter 5
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā looked over at me with amazement and joy on her face.
“Hey Bhagvān! Look at it snow, Durgesh darling!”
We had just walked out of the mall.
We both were stark naked.
We had to be.
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ had warned everyone concerned,
“If you want to save her life, we can’t separate them now.”
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was furious,
“Who the hell does want me to separate from Durgesh, my eternal Bachhalyā lover? After all, a Brahmāñī must have a Bachhalyā lover. She is authorized to have both legally and morally. Isn’t she?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was radiating happiness.
“Sure. After all, when a Musalmān Beauty, and why a Musalmān Beauty, when the entire Musalmān Beauties can enjoy their Hindu lover openly, why can’t Brahm Mahimā Sharmā enjoy her Bachhalyā lover?”
Nafīsah Salmān looked at her ever-revolting ever-aggressive Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter.
She could not understand what she was after now.
The weatherman had mentioned snow might be in the forecast, but there were a few inches of the white stuff on the ground and in the dimming afternoon light, the clouds promised more snow, lots more.
As we walked on our fours, all nude, through the falling snow, I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful Brahm Mahimā Sharmā looked, her long black hair dusted with snowflakes.
She was not less beautiful than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, Prabhā Shuklā or Umā Dīxit.
Even her Ammī, Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd, was so beautiful in her nude that I couldn’t stop myself fucking her when her daughter Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was asleep on the bed.
Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd was startled,
“You— you called me ‘Ammī’ Durgesh.”
“Yes, my dear,” I pushed my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into the still amazingly tight Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot of Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd, “but we have now only one mission. We have to save your daughter’s life at any caste. Don’t we?”
Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd was in a hell of an indecisive position.
She was a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman.
She had never imagined an Uncut Hindu Lund in her ardent Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! A Hindu is fucking her now at her forty-four.
She had never anticipated it.
Yes, Durgesh is thirty-two.
He is twelve years younger than she herself was.
But he was a Hindu.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was her daughter because her husband’s friend, Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā, could give her a son, her husband never provided.
Craving for a son, Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd seduced Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā herself.
Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd deliberately lied to Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā that his friend, her husband, Ambassador Sheikħ Al Sultān Al Saåūd, was semi impotent.
“Semi impotent?” Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā could not approve the idea, “Bhābhījān, I can’t understand actually what you do mean.”
“Your Bhābhījān, Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd, Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā, needs you very much. A friend in need is a friend indeed.”
“Anything for you Bhābhījān. Just order me and—”
“Fuck me.”
Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā was stunned.
He could not believe his ears,
“What?”
“Fuck me, you idiot. Your friend can’t satisfy me. I need oral and anal sex too. He thinks it’s against Islam. I need a Hindu therefore to satisfy my physical needs.”
Dr. Al Furqān Al Saåūd was an immensely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young lady of sweet sixteen then.
Her first offspring was Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, an extremely beautiful daughter from Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā, Ambassador of India in Saůūdī Årab.
Ambassador Sheikħ Al Sultān Al Saåūd named her Al Qur’an Al Sultān Al Saåūd.
He thought she was his own daughter.
Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā, Ambassador of India in Saůūdī Årab, named her Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.
We took our presents to Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s old station wagon and went in search of a restaurant.
At a local steakhouse, we ordered steaks and from our window seat watched as the snow piled up.
“I think we might have made a mistake, Bachhalyā Piyā,” Brahm Mahimā Sharmā said. “Maybe we should have headed for home as soon as I got here.”
I looked at her and nodded, replying,
“Maybe so. Even the weather guy didn’t see this coming.”
I’d stopped at the bar on our way in and instead of sports; everyone was watching the weather reports on the Six O’clock News.
An unexpected collision of polar and humid fronts was giving birth to a major snowstorm.
The word blizzard was being tossed around.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā had driven down to drive me back for Shrāvañ Parv break.
I was a successful writer, Barrister, Sex therapist and Social Worker from India, visiting Chicago now.
It was tradition for Brahm Mahimā Sharmā to drive the four or so hours to pick me up for Shrāvañ Parv break.
We’d spend the day catching up, going shopping and having dinner before heading home for the Shrāvañ Parv gathering.
It was a chance for Brahm Mahimā Sharmā and me to have a quiet Moment together.
We left the restaurant with a couple of more inches of snow on the ground.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s station wagon plowed stolidly through the snow, but it was getting really messy now.
On the radio, the report was to expect somewhere between twelve and fifteen inches of snow by noon tomorrow.
Near my studio apartment, we stopped at a local Korean grocery and used the pay phone there.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā called home to discover that they were already snowed in.
Her husband, Professor Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl, wasn’t happy, fussing that Brahm Mahimā Sharmā should have known better and the roads there were in even worse shape.
He complained until Brahm Mahimā Sharmā cut him off, saying,
“Just get over it, my dear ever over caring Brāhmañ husband, Professor Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl. You and the twins can survive a few days without me. You’ll probably enjoy Shrāvañ Parv even more.” She rolled her eyes at me in disgust.
Yeah, her ever over caring Brāhmañ husband, Professor Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl, was a class act, bitching about his own possible discomforts rather than the safety of his wife.
Had she been normal, perhaps she had been surprised how he did agree to have his wife, always nude, in my always-nude lap, always fucking her.
If it were not his own sister, Prabhā Shuklā’s mistake, Professor Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl had never allowed it.
Hey Bhagvān, why Prabhā Shuklā did it?
His wife, in nude, is enjoying her world tour with nude Durgesh always fucking her.
How could he even bear the thought?***
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā spoke to her younger brothers and reassured them that she’d miss them, but that they and her ever over caring Brāhmañ husband, Professor Dr. Rām Chandr Shukl, would have a fun special Shrāvañ Parv all on their own.
I imagined, they weren’t too broken up about it.
Hanging up the phone, and wiping away a couple of tears, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā shrugged and said,
“Well, sweetie, my Bachhalyā Piyā, I guess it’s just you and me, your Brāhmañ Salhaj, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā; this Shrāvañ Parv.”
I winked at Brahm Mahimā Sharmā fucking her more passionately,
“It’s alright, darling. I love to fuck my extremely beautiful Salhajs, whether Musalmān Beauties or Brāhmañ Beauties whosoever they are.”
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā pushed her gorgeous extremely beautiful nude Sharmā Brāhmañ buttocks in my nude male Bachhalyā lap and swallowed my entire throbbing Bachhalyā Lund once more into her Sharmā Brāhmañ Choot.
My Bachhalyā balls were rubbing her inner Sharmā Brāhmañ thighs now.
Umā Dīxit was still sarcastic.
“She is teasing us, Durgesh. She is our Bhābhī. We know her better than you.”
Prabhā Shuklā was suspicious herself.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was her Bhābhī, her sister in law today, but she was her friend ab initio, from their childhood.
Prabhā Shuklā was childishly happy when Brahm Mahimā Sharmā announced that she prefer to remain a Brāhmañ, rather than a Musalmān.
“I’m glad that you prefer Brāhmañism on Islam, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.”
“Shshsh…”Brahm Mahimā Sharmā silenced her, “not so aloud. Ammījān would hear and would think I’m disgracing her religion.”
“Nonsense, Al Furqān auntie is not so undemocratic. She respects individuality and personal decisions of other persons even more than Ambassador Sheikħ Al Sultān Al Saåūd uncle does.”
“Prabhā Shuklā, then you don’t know my Abbū, Ambassador Dr. Sheikħ Al Sultān Al Saåūd.”
“What do you mean?”
“He is widely hated in Saůūdī Årab for his ardent democratic views.”
Prabhā Shuklā was surprised,
“Widely hated? What do you mean? You Saůūdī Årabs hate democracy?”
“You haven’t gone our country ever?” Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was surprised.
“Hey, Saůūdī Årab is not your country.”
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā sighed.
“Yes, it is Prabhā Shuklā. My Ammījān lives there. My Abbū, Ambassador Dr. Sheikħ Al Sultān Al Saåūd, lives there. I’m a Saůūdī Årab citizen whether we like it or not.”
“But Ambassador Dr. Sheikħ Al Sultān Al Saåūd uncle is not your real father. Your real father is Ambassador Dr. Rām Pratāp Sharmā uncle, Ambassador of India in Saůūdī Årab.” Prabhā Shuklā protested avidly.
“What difference does it make? Who knows that?”
“Even then, isn’t it a fact?”
“Yes, a fact not recognized by law anywhere, neither in Saůūdī Årab nor even here in India. They respect marriages more than the Live in relationships everywhere.”
Prabhā Shuklā watched Brahm Mahimā Sharmā gravely,
“While, I think the Live in relationships represent true love between a man and a woman more than the marriages do.”
“Of course. Absolutely right you are. Even Hinduism, the ever practical, ever scientific, ever mathematical religion of us, boldly respects Live in relationships more than the marriages even.”
Prabhā Shuklā jumped out of sheer surprise,
“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?”
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‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
<a Durgesh
Chapter 4
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv
Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
Early in our Live in relationship, Prabhā Shuklā and I both had good jobs and no kids, so we had money to spare.
We bought a big house out in the sticks and gave lots of parties.
The Brāhmañs criticized Prabhā Shuklā very much that she lived in relationship with a Dalit ultimately.
Prabhā Shuklā laughed.
“I live in relationship with a Bachhalyā. Durgesh is a Bachhalyā and the original husband of us all the Brahmkanyās and the Brahmāñīs even. We the Brahmkanyās, and the Brahmāñīs even; are made for Durgesh only, and for no one else.”
Narottam Trivedī could not bear it any more.
His own younger sister Prabhā Trivedī was also living in relationship with this Bachhalyā, Durgesh, the Muslimātramañ.
“I’m unable to understand why the extremely beautiful Brahmkanyās, and the extremely beautiful Brahmāñīs even, crave for this dirty dalit Bachhalyā. He doesn’t love them. He is obsessed with fucking the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties.”
Prabhā Trivedī looked contemptuously at his elder communal Brāhmañ brother.
Sixty four years of the Independence of India even, could not change some Communals.
The Musalmīn were top of them, but the Brāhmañs were also not far behind.
Narottam Trivedī always disliked the Brahmkanyās marrying the Bachhalyās while it was the prevalent trend now.
The Brahmkanyās were fighting bitterly with the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties to have Bachhalyās as their husbands.
If it was not possible, the Brahmkanyās were living with the Bachhalyās even in Live in relationships, in a large number now.
After one particular sexy night, the two of us ended up at the end of the evening sprawled on the floor with our nude bodies in front of the fire.
The only other person left was one of her friends from University.
Umā Dīxit was a stunner.
Prabhā Shuklā had only renewed contact when she tracked her down for the wedding.
She was delighted to find she had recently moved back to her hometown.
It seemed that at University the pair was real hell-raisers.
I could believe that seeing Umā Dīxit in action.
Almost six feet tall before she put on her spike heels, she had the figure of a gymnast, well muscled with tight Dīxit Brāhmañ buttocks, flat stomach and pert Brāhmañ breasts.
She knew she looked good and dressed to show it.
On that night, she was in a very tight short skirt and a low cut blouse.
I could see through the loose fabric and knew Umā Dīxit had no bra.
Almost every time I saw her, she had on equally provocative clothing, which covered but hid nothing.
Watching her dance was quite an experience.
Dancing with her was unforgettable.
More than once she had pulled me up to dance and left, me exhausted by her sheer Dīxit Brāhmañ energy and aroused by her sensual Dīxit Brāhmañ grace.
I have seen other Bachhalyās quickly excuse themselves from a dance so that they could adjust their clothing to hide highly visible Bachhalyā erections.
Umā Dīxit of course knew exactly what she was doing and took great delight in the effect she had.
She had to win a Bachhalyā for her from the extremely sexy Musalmān Beauties.
It was not a joke.
Brother Narottam Trivedī was a foolish man.
Most of the Brāhmañs were not far better than Musalmīn even.
They thought their being Brāhmañs was more than enough.
They must be respected by every non Brāhmañ.
Nonsense.
As Musalmīn were idiots, so were the Brāhmañs too.
Actually, most of the Savarñs were the same.
Only the Shūdrs were progressing now fast.
It was natural therefore that the Savarñās were after the laborious, intelligent, practical and progressive Shūdrs.
Prabhā Trivedī had belligerently announced,
‘Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté.’
‘Only Savarñā wife, none else, is constituted for a Shūdr.’
—Manu Smr’ti: 9|157
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was furious,
“What nonsense, Prabhā Dīdī? We won’t allow it on any cost.”
“Are you crazy, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan? We Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs and Savarñās are delivering you Musalmān Beauties all the Brāhmañs, all the Xatriýs and all the Vaishýs expressly arranged beautifully on diamond plates. Take all of them, educated, intelligent and sophisticated.”
“Educated, intelligent and sophisticated, my foot.” Kħadījah Muħammad was also furious, “Prabhā Trivedī, Don’t try to play games with us Musalmān Beauties. Your damned diamonds plates don’t include Durgesh and the Bachhalyās.”
“Well, both of them are originally made for us Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even. You can go through our history ab initio.” Prabhā Trivedī smiled innocently.
“And what about the rest of the Hindus?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked sarcastically.
“You mean Shūdrs? Well,
‘Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté.’
‘Only Savarñā wife, none else, is constituted for a Shūdr.’
—Manu Smr’ti: 9|157”
Prabhā Trivedī winked at them cunningly.
“Prabhā Dīdī!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gritted her teeth, “it won’t be so easy as you think. Okay, we’d war with you on the battle field.”
“You are forgetting the Shūdr Kanyās and the Shūdrāñīs.” Prabhā Trivedī kept on smiling, “You have already to accommodate or fight with them for Brāhmañs and Savarñs Live in relationship Partners. According to Manu Smr’ti, actually they have to marry the Shūdr Kanyās and the Shūdrāñīs too. ”
“The hell with your Manu Smr’ti.”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shouted, “Did you hear, Prabhā Trivedī Dīdī?”
Prabhā Trivedī laughed triumphantly.***
Pāndu Karosiā knew very well that even though Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī were Communist Brāhmañs, the traditional Brāhmañs still believed it was their humiliation.
They were so Communals.
He was always prepared for the bad news that Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Joshī could leave him anytime to join my bed.
“Durgesh would never do that for traditional Brāhmañs.” Madrī Chatterjī smiled to Pāndu Karosiā.
“Durgesh can do anything to keep the self dignity of his Brāhmañ Live in relationship Partners.”
“They have nothing to do with us.”Kuntī Pandit also seconded Madrī Chatterjī.
“Yes, they do.”Pāndu Karosiā said, “I’m surprised why Durgesh hasn’t done something degrading to us already. You have given three sons to me, Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī has given me two sons. While I had to change my 1008 Brāhmañ secretaries how many times, I can’t even recall it.”
Kuntī Pandit smiled.
“Because Durgesh had fucked them?”
“Without any exception. He thinks I’m a bad guy and I don’t deserve any woman companion whether Brāhmañ or else.”
“Why do you want Brāhmañ women as your sex partners?”Madrī Chatterjī teased him, “To satisfy your communal sexual lust?”
“Why shouldn’t I? The Brāhmañs have always humiliated us sweepers.”
“Well, you are not sweeper now. You are Karosiā Chakrvartī of Karosiā Brahm Indrprasth Creations.”
“But our forefathers were really sweepers once.”
“What difference does it make?”
Pāndu Karosiā couldn’t answer it rationally.
Arjun Karosiā could not believe his ears.
Brahm Pānchāl Creations had announced Swayamvar of Draupadī Pandit ultimately.
Draupadī Pandit was extraordinary beautiful.
They said Draupadī Pandit already had her sexual relations with me.
Yet, still the Swayamvar was announced.
“Mom,” Arjun Karosiā asked his mother, Kuntī Pandit, “You said you’ve watched your niece, Draupadī Pandit, fucking Durgesh herself.”
“Yes, so what?”Kuntī Pandit smiled, “Durgesh was fucking me when she suddenly entered my bedroom.”
Arjun Karosiā had, as if fallen from sky.
“What? Durgesh was… Durgesh was fucking youuuu?”
“Yes, me and Madrī Chatterjī both, simultaneously.”
“So,…so dad is mistaken that Durgesh hasn’t done anything mischievous with you and Madrī Joshī Mom?”
Kuntī Pandit laughed.
“Arjun Karosiā, my dear boy, act your age. You are twenty eight already. Durgesh fucked us after our marriage with your dad, even before our Suhāg Rāt, our Golden Night, with your dad.”
“Hey Paramātmā.”
Kuntī Pandit smiled triumphantly,
“We both are extremely beautiful and Durgesh couldn’t afford not to fuck us.”
“Hey Prabhu.”
“Why are you so surprised? Doesn’t our Brāhmañ beauty deserve Durgesh’s lovemaking with us?”
Arjun Karosiā was surprised to find that his Communist Brāhmañ mother was hurt somewhat finding her own son was not paying optimum tribute to her exquisite excellent Brāhmañ beauty.
Arjun Karosiā immediately controlled himself.
He was trying to see his Communist Brāhmañ mother in her true light, perhaps for the first time.
How different she was from other traditional Brāhmañs.
Yes, even traditional Brāhmañ ladies did not speak truth always to their husband.
Yet, cheating their husband was not so normal for them, as it was normal for Kuntī Pandit and Madrī Chatterjī.
Had Communism elevated their character from other normal traditional Brāhmañ ladies?
Arjun Karosiā did not think so.
Kuntī Pandit was proud of the fact that Durgesh fucked both of them and their husband Pāndu Karosiā didn’t believe it.
He still thought they were his loyal Communist Brāhmañ wives.
Loyal?
My foot, Arjun Karosiā thought.***
Other Brāhmañ Wives and Brāhmañ girlfriends were less happy, although some were amused by their Bachhalyā partner’s discomfort, especially those dragged from the room a few minutes later for a robust quickie in a quiet corner.
Others saw her, and frequently described her, as a lowlife tramp.
Such people were not invited to our parties again if Prabhā Shuklā had anything to do with it.
At work, she had a similar impact, although she wasn’t quite so outrageously dressed.
Normally she wore a trouser suit.
Had you seen it on a hanger, it would have looked suitable for a Bachhalyā, but once she was wearing it, any thought of masculinity, other than your own, vanished.
The jacket would emphasize her slim waist then flare out over her broad Brāhmañ buttocks.
It was almost always cut short, emphasizing her hard firm Shuklā Brāhmañ backside, each cheek clearly defined by tight fitting trousers.
Typically she wore the jacket buttoned, fastening just below her Brāhmañ breasts.
I could never see a bra, but somehow the Brāhmañ breasts would be uplifted, making them even more magnificent, with a deep cleavage.
Meeting her for coffee in town was always fun.
When she walked in, my eyes would follow her across the room as if magnetized and not a few Brāhmañ Beauties too.
She simply oozed her Shuklā Brāhmañ sexuality for me from her every Shuklā Brāhmañ pore.
Prabhā Shuklā knew it but would blithely ignore all the looks and stride over to me, bending forward to hold my head in one hand before kissing me on my Bachhalyā lips, flashing her Shuklā Brāhmañ cleavage at me as if by accident, but we both knew better.
I could feel every eye on me then, radiating sheer jealousy and hatred from Communal Brāhmañs that I, a Bachhalyā, was the one with her, the one she touched.
On this evening, we lay sprawled on the floor with our nude bodies, staring into the fire.
The party had finished long ago, but we were comfortable and still had that pleasant buzz that comes from just great nonstop sex, taken at just the right interval.
I was especially relaxed, with Prabhā Shuklā on one side and Umā Dīxit on the other, their heads leaning against my shoulder.
Whichever way I looked, I saw a sexy Brāhmañ Beauty.
From my angle, I had a splendid view of Umā Dīxit‘s Dīxit Brāhmañ breasts,
They were standing firm without any sign of sagging.
Looking the other way I had a similar view of Prabhā Shuklā’s, slightly larger but softer and fuller.
Umā Dīxit’s skirt had slid up, so that almost her full length of leg was exposed.
I could just see the briefest sign of her panties.
Prabhā Shuklā had on a long soft summery dress, very sheer and I could see her long firm legs through the soft fabric, again with the tiny triangle of her panties visible.
I could have sat there all night, my arms around these glorious Brāhmañ Beauties but the music stopped.
Neither of them made any move.
Then Prabhā Shuklā nudged me to change the DVD.
Reluctantly I got up, and moved to the DVD player.
I turned round to ask what they wanted and saw that the two of them had shuffled up leaving me no room.
They lay back against the sofa, arms around each other, Prabhā Shuklā resting her head on Umā Dīxit’s shoulder with her eyes closed.
I left them to it and put on something soft and smooth.
As I turned back, I saw that Prabhā Shuklā was idly playing with the fabric of Umā Dīxit’s blouse. It had come out from her skirt and rumpled up exposing her firm flat midriff.
“Hey Bhagvān.” said Prabhā Shuklā suddenly, “you’ve got a belly button ring. Let me see, let me see.”
“That’s not all.” giggled Umā Dīxit. “I have other piercings too.”
“You, Dīxit Brāhmañ bitch, Show me, show me. Show our Bachhalyā lover simultaneously.”
Umā Dīxit unbuttoned her blouse and took it off altogether, to reveal that her left nipple had also been pierced.
“I also have one here.” she said, pointing to her Brāhmañ crotch.
Prabhā Shuklā’s eyes widened.
“What? I have to see that. Didn’t it hurt?”
Umā Dīxit looked over to me, still holding the DVD case in my hand, with pride, then at Prabhā Shuklā.
“Are you sure?” she asked significantly.
Prabhā Shuklā nodded excitedly, her lips parted and slightly engorged, her breath coming quickly and her nostrils flaring.
“What about you, Durgesh, Bachhalyā Piyā?” asked Umā Dīxit, looking at me.
I simply spread my hands and shrugged before pointing at Prabhā Shuklā.
“It’s her call.”
There was no way I was going say no to this gorgeous Brāhmañ creature stripping off in front of me.
Yet, they called me only Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam!
Wasn’t it a tyranny on me?
Umā Dīxit stood up and dropped her skirt to the floor, before stepping out of the tiniest pair of briefs I had ever seen on her.
She turned to face us, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic Dīxit Brāhmañ hair before gently spreading the lips of her Brāhmañ Pussy and exposing a ring through the hood of her Brāhmañ Clitoris and two others through the Brāhmañ labia.
I winced, but Prabhā Shuklā sat up with fascination.
“Can I touch?” she asked her voice husky.
I recognized that tone, it meant she was highly aroused.
Umā Dīxit simply nodded, breathing harshly.
Prabhā Shuklā knelt in front of her.
Neither of them were looking at me, Umā Dīxit was watching Prabhā Shuklā intensely while Prabhā Shuklā had her whole attention on the rings in Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ Pussy lips.
Umā Dīxit sat down on the sofa, legs spread wide.
Prabhā Shuklā reached out and gently twisted Umā Dīxit’s nipple ring.
Umā Dīxit cupped one of Prabhā Shuklā’s Brāhmañ breasts in her hand and tweaked the nipple.
Prabhā Shuklā’s nipples were very sensitive and doing that normally moved her very quickly into high gear so I was surprised and not a little turned on to see the same thing happen when a Brāhmañ Beauty did it.
Prabhā Shuklā moved closer, looking up into Umā Dīxit’s face then drew it down towards her and kissed her deeply.
The two pulled apart again, breathing hard.
Prabhā Shuklā sat back on her heels and gently parted Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ Pussy lips before leaning forward again and blowing across the clearly engorged Brāhmañ Clitoris.
She flicked at the Brāhmañ Clit ring and Umā Dīxit shivered with pleasure.
She leant forward and flicked again at the ring, this time with her exquisite Brāhmañ tongue.
I could see it flicking in and out, probing into Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ Pussy, working at each piercing in turn.
Both of them were breathing heavily by now and fully aroused.
I could see a flush spreading across Umā Dīxit’s neck and down across her Brāhmañ breasts.
I moved slightly to see better and could see that Prabhā Shuklā’s nipples were hard and full, standing out like marbles.
I rarely saw her so aroused.
Without looking at me, Prabhā Shuklā stood and pulled Umā Dīxit up from the sofa and led her to the door without a word.
It was as if I had vanished from the room.
As they went out, Umā Dīxit looked over her shoulder and held out her hand for me to follow, which rather proudly I did.
Prabhā Shuklā led Umā Dīxit up the stairs.
I stood back and savored the view as they went, arms around each other’s waist,
Prabhā Shuklā was caressing Umā Dīxit’s tight naked backside.
It was an entrancing sight, and I knew that even tonight, I was not to be just a voyeur.
We got to the bedroom, Prabhā Shuklā still watching me, entirely focused on Umā Dīxit.
She threw back the covers on the large bed, took Umā Dīxit’s hand and pulled her down so that they lay side by side, facing each other.
From my position, I could see them hip to hip, groin to groin, Brāhmañ breast to Brāhmañ breast, face to face.
I stiffened as they slowly caressed each other, each movement mirrored by the other.
Umā Dīxit ran her fingers lightly over each of Prabhā Shuklā’s nipples in turn while Prabhā Shuklā gently squeezed Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ breasts in her hands before running her hand down Umā Dīxit’s flat firm stomach and sliding a finger gently between her legs, teasing at the Brāhmañ Clit ring.
Umā Dīxit was panting already.
She lay back, parting her legs to allow Prabhā Shuklā’s questing, probing fingers to work their way further into her.
Prabhā Shuklā drew them out then kissed and tasted them one by one before gently feeding them back in.
I watched with pride as Umā Dīxit writhed with pleasure, her skin flushed, nipples hard and Brāhmañ labia swollen.
I knew they both were craving for me, actually, for a Bachhalyā.
Most of the Brāhmañ Beauties were craving for the Bachhalyās now, fighting bitterly with the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties.
They had to.
Musalmān Beauties were not leaving even the Bachhalyās for the Brāhmañ Beauties.
They wanted to invade the exclusive territories of the Brāhmañ Beauties even.
Brāhmañ Beauties, naturally, had to fight furiously with the extremely shameless extremely ravenous Musalmān Beauties to keep Bachhalyās to themselves.
It was the question of their own existence.
They had already given their Brāhmañ males to Musalmān Beauties.
How communal the Brāhmañ males were.
Where they wanted grossly impractical morals from Brāhmañ Beauties, they were falling head on foot for entirely shameless aggression of Musalmān Beauties on themselves.
The entirely useless Brāhmañ males with the Brāhmañ Beauties were fucking Musalmān Beauties as if the bears had gone mad.
Well, the Brāhmañ Beauties had no complaints.
They had their Bachhalyā lovers even more aggressive on their own Brāhmañ genitals.
I could take no more so stood up and undressed, freeing my rigid Bachhalyā shaft, swollen almost to bursting and began stroking it gently in time with Prabhā Shuklā’s own increasingly frantic fingering.
By now, Umā Dīxit was trembling and I watched as an orgasm grew to possess her whole Dīxit Brāhmañ body.
She threw her head back, keening in ecstasy.
Prabhā Shuklā did not let up though and kept her at this level for several minutes before slowly allowing her to subside.
She didn’t stop entirely and soon had Umā Dīxit groaning with pleasure again, her body rigid.
Prabhā Shuklā brought her to orgasm four times more, before relenting and letting her collapse exhaustedly on to the bed.
I watched in amazement as Prabhā Shuklā, admittedly a very passionate Brāhmañ Beauty, showed such skill in bringing her friend to such heights of pleasure.
“Now it’s my turn.” said Prabhā Shuklā.
Umā Dīxit looked at her wide-eyed.
“I don’t know if I have the energy,” she gasped.
“Nonsense — a good orgasm gives you energy.” Prabhā Shuklā threw herself back on the bed, legs apart.
I could see she was thoroughly aroused, her Brāhmañ labia as engorged as Umā Dīxit’s and her chest was flushed.
Umā Dīxit sat up and looked across at me.
“Bachhalyā Piyā, Durgesh, I hope you are enjoying the Brāhmañ show. Yes, we are the coldest women they say, but you can see yourself. We are not coldest even for you. The Brāhmañs blame us for their own impractical pseudo moral demands and shortcomings.”
Umā Dīxit laughed, before kneeling and gently stroking Prabhā Shuklā’s Brāhmañ breasts, pinching one nipple while kissing the other, tongue swirling around the erect nipple, lapping at the soft skin just under each Brāhmañ breast before gently blowing on the engorged nipples again.
As she bent forward to do this, her Brāhmañ bottom rose up, exposing her own Brāhmañ Pussy, still warm and moistly pink from her exertions.
As she kissed and tickled her way down Prabhā Shuklā’s body, I watched her Brāhmañ buttocks swing from side to side.
In the end I could stand it no longer and stood up, moving towards her.
Prabhā Shuklā saw me as if for the first time and seeing her glance my way, Umā Dīxit looked back and saw me hovering, my Bachhalyā Lund standing to attention.
“Go on then.”
Waiting no longer, I seized Umā Dīxit’s Brāhmañ buttocks as they swung in front of me before thrusting my own swollen Bachhalyā Lund hard into her soft moist Brāhmañ Choot, feeling the Brāhmañ labia rings rubbing against my highly sensitized Bachhalyā shaft.
She cried out and redoubled her efforts to bring Prabhā Shuklā to orgasm as I in turn pumped away at her.
I was so aroused by now that I fucked both of them furiously one after another.
“Hey Bhagvān— Hey Bhagvān.”Both Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit were madly pushing their glorious gorgeous white Brāhmañ buttocks into my nude male Bachhalyā lap, swallowing my Bachhalyā Lund into their Brāhmañ Choots, entirely unashamed of them.
Their Brāhmañ Cunts were sucking my Bachhalyā Lund ravenously.
I fucked Prabhā Shuklā nonstop for hours.
She was on her knees and I was hammering Prabhā Shuklā from her behind.
At first Prabhā Shuklā herself was aggressive.
She pushed her buttocks back in wild savage movements for perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes defeating even me in my lust for her.
Her lust for me was fiercer.
But, after all, Prabhā Shuklā was a Shuklā Brāhmañ Beauty.
She couldn’t compete with my immensely ever increasing Bachhalyā lust for her.
Her Brāhmañ lust for me soon satisfied, nude I rode on nude Prabhā Shuklā.
“Hey Bhagvān— Hey Bhagvān, no Durgesh, please. That’s more than enough for me. I’m not your ever ravenous Musalmān Beauty. I’m your Brāhmañ Live in relationship Partner. I can’t have so much aggressive nonstop sex with you. Fuck now Umā Dīxit, please.”
I smiled agreeing to grant her request.
Suddenly Prabhā Shuklā screamed as she came and as she came so did I, thrusting hard into Prabhā Shuklā, slapping my hips into her cheeks, letting everything go at once.
I heard Prabhā Shuklā call out too, then she collapsed under me and I came out.
I immediately poked my Bachhalyā Lund into Umā Dīxit’s eagerly waiting Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.
Umā Dīxit’s arms were wrapped around her, clasping her tightly.
She smiled at me,
“Thank you, Durgesh, my Bachhalyā Piyā.”
“It’s my pleasure, Mérī Jān.” I kissed Umā Dīxit on her beautiful quivering Dīxit Brāhmañ lips and started fucking her furiously, resuming my pace.
Umā Dīxit was also aggressive at first, but after twenty or twenty five minutes at the most, Umā Dīxit also surrendered to me.
I fucked Umā Dīxit also nonstop wildly as I had fucked Prabhā Shuklā.
I fucked them alternatively.
But even then, they couldn’t accompany me any more.
Prabhā Shuklā called her Brāhmañ friends first to help her to satisfy her Bachhalyā Live in relationship Partner.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was startled,
“My husband will kill me, Prabhā. You should have told me on the mobile.”
“Hey, you requested me to share Durgesh with you.” Prabhā Shuklā rebuked Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.
Extremely beautiful Brahm Mahimā Sharmā blushed.
“Yes, I did. But—”
“But what?” Prabhā Shuklā scolded Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.
“Well, I never thought you’d really share Durgesh ever with me.”
“Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, you idiot. Why did you request me for what you never wanted to do? I need help from you to satisfy Durgesh. We both are exhausted. And Durgesh still needs a Brāhmañ Cunt.”
“Brāhmañ Cunt?” Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was blushing, “Why Brāhmañ Cunt especially? Let me call Ghazālah Siddīqī. She’d love to satisfy Durgesh. You know Ghazālah Siddīqī raped Ram Chandr.”
“Ram Chandr Bhaiyā? Nooooooooo. Ghazālah Siddīqī raped him? Hey Bhagvān the Maryādā Purushottam Bhagvān Ram of today is raped by our modern Shūrpñakhā? Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī, he’d never forgive you. ”***
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl watched me gravely,
“Well, Ghazālah Siddīqī is not the ever first Musalmān Beauty who raped me.”
“I see.”
“How did you know?”
I couldn’t tell him that his own wife had told me that.
I had surmised till then that any such revelation to him might destroy Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s marriage with him.
Professor Dr. Ram Chandr Shukl was one of those Hindus who lived in imaginary world of their own mental creations.
They wanted their own houseladies to be Bhagvatī Sītā Rāvañi Paulastý whether they themselves were Lord Ram or not.
The revelation that his wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, had even only expressed her desire to share me with her friend and Nanad, Prabhā Shuklā, could destroy Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s marriage.
The fact that his own sister Prabhā Shuklā pushed his wife, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, on nude me, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s unprepared quivering Sharmā Brāhmañ lips brushed against my Bachhalyā shaft, would certainly could be harmful to Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.
My Bachhalyā shaft was anointed with Prabhā Shuklā’s Shuklā Brāhmañ vaginal juices, my Bachhalyā Vīrý and Umā Dīxit’s Dīxit Brāhmañ vaginal juices.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s Sharmā Brāhmañ lips when brushed against my Bachhalyā shaft, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s extremely beautiful Brāhmañ mouth inadvertently opened in wild surprise.
It resulted in my entire Bachhalyā Lund entering her Sharmā Brāhmañ mouth involuntarily to her throat.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā gagged.
She never had any penis before in her mouth.
Neither she had ever imagined she’d have any.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā hated it very much.
No oral sex, please.
The Musalmān Beauties, Christian Beauties, Jew Beauties and other Beauties not only did it, so many of them even loved it.
Well, the bitches loved anal sex even.
Hey Bhagvān!
Yes, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā is modern.
Ultra modern even.
Yet, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā could never imagine sucking a penis or having it in her sacred Brāhmañ ass.
Hey Bhagvān!
Can’t they even imagine Western Culture without, oral sex, anal sex, lesbians, gays, and etcetera?
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā didn’t know she had swallowed my entire Bachhalyā Lund into her exquisite excellent Sharmā Brāhmañ mouth and without realizing what she was doing, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was sucking it passionately.
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit both looked it, looked at each other significantly and smiled.
They started undressing Brahm Mahimā Sharmā.
They didn’t know Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was not doing it in her senses.
She was actually thinking against it furiously, while practically she was herself sucking me fiercely as if in trance.
It had gone to almost half an hour, Prabhā Shuklā’s Bhābhī and friend Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was sucking my Bachhalyā Lund madly, wildly and savagely.
She was so engrossed in her thinking that Brahm Mahimā Sharmā never realized even her Nanad, Prabhā Shuklā and her Nanad’s friend Umā Dīxit were undressing her for me.
When Brahm Mahimā Sharmā realized it, it was too late.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was also nude now as her Nanad Prabhā Shuklā, I, and her Nanad’s friend, Umā Dīxit was already.
She was as if fallen from sky,
“What — what did — why the hell did you undress me?”
Prabhā Shuklā laughed,
“It’s alright, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī. We promise we’d never tell it to Ram Chandr Bhaiyā. Just help us, yaar.”
“What? What do you mean? How dare you?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t tease us, please. You’ve already sucked Durgesh for almost half an hour. Now go ahead and fuck him.”
With this, Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit lifted nude Brahm Mahimā Sharmā up and made her to sit on my Bachhalyā Lund.
“Noooooooooooo.” Brahm Mahimā Sharmā protested, “Nooooooooo, please.”
But my throbbing Bachhalyā Lund was already into Brahm Mahimā Sharmā’s already wet Sharmā Brāhmañ Choot.
It slipped easily right to my groin.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was startled and dumbfounded.
She never even imagined it could happen ever.
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit laughed and started raising Brahm Mahimā Sharmā up and down on my sky rocketing Bachhalyā Lund.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was straddling on my nude waist.
My Bachhalyā Lund was growing longer, thicker and stronger into her ravenous Sharmā Brāhmañ Choot, with every passionate penetration.”
“Your brother would kill me, Prabhā Shuklā, Umā Dīxit, what are you doing? Stop it.” Brahm Mahimā Sharmā shouted.
But Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit both could see very well, her Sharmā Brāhmañ Choot was ravenously greeting my Bachhalyā Lund into her.
Her words and her body did not tally.
To test it completely, Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit looked at each other, conspired in their eyes mutually, silently, and raising Brahm Mahimā Sharmā and making her to sit on my Bachhalyā Lund, swallowing it entirely, for twenty minutes more, they slowly removed their hands.
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was again in trance.
She continued her up and down movements, even increasing the pace, all the while protesting it,
“Nooooooooooooo, no, please, Prabhā Shuklā, Umā Dīxit, what are you doing? Stop it, please. I can’t cheat your brother. I can’t cheat Ram Chandr.”
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā was fucking me fiercely now, passionately, madly and wildly.
Umā Dīxit watched her incredulously,
“Prabhā Shuklā, is she really in trance?”
“What do you mean?” Prabhā Shuklā was all alert suddenly.
“Can’t she act to be in trance?”
“Why? Where’s the need?”
“Yes, I think so. There isn’t any need for her to act to be in trance. But watch her. How naturally, how savagely, your Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, is fucking your Bachhalyā Live in relationship Partner.”
“Well, I’d be damned.” Prabhā Shuklā exclaimed, “You are right.”
“Watch her pace.”
“It continues to increase with every penetration.” Prabhā Shuklā said, not looking at Umā Dīxit.
“Every Bachhalyā penetration.” Umā Dīxit winked at Prabhā Shuklā, “Your Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, herself wanted to fuck your Bachhalyā Live in relationship Partner fiercely in her subconscious.”
“True, but I can’t blame her.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your Bhābhī, Brahm Abhilāshā Upādhyāý duly blackmailed Durgesh to fuck her. Brahm Mahimā Sharmā is at least better. Isn’t she?”
“That was another case.”
“Was it?” Prabhā Shuklā smiled sarcastically at Umā Dīxit.
“Of course. Ammījān wanted a son from my Bhābhī, Brahm Abhilāshā Upādhyāý. Brahmānand Bhaiyā lacks Y-chromosomes. To save her marriage, what else my Bhābhī, Brahm Abhilāshā Upādhyāý could do? I do appreciate her bold step.”
“Yet, she isn’t pregnant even yet.” Prabhā Shuklā smiled sarcastically.
“Hey, what do you mean? You sound somewhat sinister.” Umā Dīxit smiled significantly.
“My dear dumb girl, your Bhābhī, Brahm Abhilāshā Upādhyāý has stopped sleeping with your Brahmānand Bhaiyā. Hasn’t she?”
“She is angry with him.”
“Why?”
“Brahmānand Bhaiyā didn’t leave her another option except to blackmail Durgesh.”
“Umā Dīxit, idiot, Hasn’t Brahmānand Bhaiyā openly announced that he doesn’t need any child at all?”
“Because Ammījān was already doing what he had to do.”
“Why are you so against your own brother?”
“He never helped his helpless wife, my Bhābhī, Brahm Abhilāshā Upādhyāý. He could have fought with Ammījān for his wife’s honor. Couldn’t he?”
“You mean Brahmānand Bhaiyā never opposed Ammījān?” Prabhā Shuklā asked incredulously.
“I think your Bhābhī, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā, would fuck Durgesh now till infinity.” Umā Dīxit was suddenly furious.
Prabhā Shuklā also watched her wristwatch.
“Hey Bhagvān, she is fucking Durgesh for seven hours already. ”
“And—she is still in trance.” Umā Dīxit commented wryly, “she is still protesting us not to force her.”
“Should we shake her out of her trance?” Prabhā Shuklā asked.
“Why? Let her fuck him till she wants to.”
“Umā Dīxit, you idiot, I’m serious.”
“My Brāhmañ Cunt now again needs his Bachhalyā Lund.”
“Hey Bhagvān, Umā Dīxit—”
“Well, I can’t help it.”
“Okay, fuck Durgesh when Bhābhī is finished with him.”
“I don’t think she’d ever finish.”
“Nonsense.”
“Want some lesbian sex?”
“No,” Prabhā Shuklā retorted, “I also want Durgesh inside me now.”
“After me.”
“Okay, after you. I’d wait.”
“Till infinity?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t be so impatient.”***
Brahm Mahimā Sharmā continued to fuck me even after five hours more.
She had stopped protesting but her fierce fucking had gone fiercer with every penetration.
I was alert now.
“Call Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, Prabhā Shuklā.” Suddenly I said.
“What?” Prabhā Shuklā almost jumped.
“She is enjoying now.”
“She is enjoying ab initio.”Umā Dīxit said curtly, “Hey, Brahm Mahimā Sharmā Bhābhī, now finish your game, please. You are not alone here. Moreover, Durgesh is not your Live in relationship Partner. He is your Bachhalyā Nandoī only.”
I watched Umā Dīxit gravely and called Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ myself.
Prabhā Shuklā looked at me as if I had gone mad.
“You think there is some psychopathic problem?”
“It’s not normal.”
“The bitch is taking her revenge.” Umā Dīxit announced.
“Revenge?” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ watched her carefully, “You’ve done something wrong with her?”
“Well, she is our sister in law.” Prabhā Shuklā explained, “It was only some mutual teasing. We teased her. Now, Umā Dīxit thinks she is teasing us instead.”
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ was suddenly all alert,
“Tell me everything, please, right from the beginning. Don’t skip even an infinitesimal detail.”
“Farīdah, you mean—”
“I doubt what you suspect is true.”
“Farīdah.” I was dumfounded.
Prabhā Shuklā and Umā Dīxit looked at each other, then Prabhā Shuklā asked suspiciously,
“What do you suspect, my Bachhalyā Piyā?”
“Let the Doctor check her first.” I said gravely.
After a thorough checking of three hours, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ announced.
“What Durgesh suspected is absolutely true. She has gone in trance to a no return level.”
“What?” Prabhā Shuklā was startled, “A no return level? What do you mean?”
Umā Dīxit was watching Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ incredulously.
“She did not want to fuck Durgesh. But you made her straddling Durgesh and to fuck him. She didn’t want to oppose her Nanad, Prabhā Shuklā. Her subconscious fought with her consciousness. Her subconscious constantly opposed but when you both constantly kept on what you were doing, ultimately her subconscious has surrendered. Now, she has another level of normalcy.”
“Another level of normalcy?” Prabhā Shuklā was suddenly all alert now, “What do you mean?”
“Her subconscious has now accepted that it’s natural that she fuck Durgesh. So she is doing it blissfully enjoying its every moment very much. But the problem is that her subconscious refuses now to return to previous state.”
“Whaaaaaat?” Prabhā Shuklā was as if fallen from sky.
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ announced gravely,
“I’m sorry. It’s now dangerous to her life if Durgesh stops fucking her. She needs nonstop Durgesh’s Bachhalyā Lund in her Brāhmañ Cunt now. We can’t afford it out ever.”
“What?” Umā Dīxit shouted, “Shāshvat Maithunyog? Nonstop lovemaking forever as Param Purush, the Absolute Man does in Param Vyom, the Absolute Space?”
“I’m very sorry, but— but that’s right.”
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Chapter 7
A Fantasy Or
Svarūpé Avasthānam?
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ smiled at me.
“Well well well, my old patient has called me once more as a doctor.”
“Not for me, Sālī. Tell me something about sleepwalking if you know.”
“If I know? What do you mean? I am a doctor.”
“Sex therapist.”
“Who is sleepwalking?”
“No one. One of my friends pretended that he sleepwalks.”
“And you want your friend not to be caught?”
“More. You have to accompany me to his house.”
“No problem. But what have I to do there?”
“Nothing, till I don’t tell you to do anything.”
“Okay.”
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ smiled.
“Am I really needed there?”
“Well, you are an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān. Yet you are one of the chief architects of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. Shankar Mahāpralayankar wants to meet you.” his extremely beautiful Lebanese Årab Musalmān wife, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, smiled at him.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar?”Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ was quite surprised.
“He wants to talk you about your new purchase of the abandoned island.”
“Not for repurchasing it from me, I hope. I’m only the dummy purchaser.”
“Jalāl!”Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ interrupted.
“The real purchasers are Islamic Countries, Farīdah. Why don’t you believe me?”
“You earned that money.”
“Not alone.”
“Yes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was your partner. But—”
“It all was planned by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself. She asked me only to help her.”
“Why do you always help the Musalmān Beauties to get Hindu lovers for them?”
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ was suddenly serious.
He looked at his Lebanese Årab Musalmān wife gravely.
“I’m a Cuckold Musalmān Husband, Farīdah.”
“Yes, I know.” Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ looked at me, then at his Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Husband, “You never touched me even after we married. You helped me to get Durgesh for my extramarital affair with him. And you yourself suggested and insisted that you want to clean my sexual organs after I have sex with Durgesh, with your tongue.”
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ watched his wife gravely.
“I’m not alone, Farīdah.”
“Yes. You told me that. But—”
“But you never believed me.”
“Jalāl!”
“You think it quite impossible what I say. Don’t you?”
“Jalāl!”Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ looked at her legal Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Husband, “The Saůūdī Årab Sheikħs have their different reputation.”
“They are cuckolds, I say.”
“All of them?”
“All of them. If not, at least most of them.”
“How do you know?”
“Because they are the real architects of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. They are the real purchasers of that abandoned island. I’m only their representative, their agent.”
“I—”Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ was dumbfounded for a moment, “I can’t even try to believe you, Jalāl!”
Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest rose and sank.
For a second or two, Muħammad Åbdullah was the only person breathing.
His lips parted to eat or drink, occasionally to talk, but never to smile.
Muħammad Åbdullah was angry.
It was, however, as usual.
The royal Sheikħs present there, believed that Muħammad Åbdullah even slept in hostility.
But, would Muħammad Åbdullah now curse, threaten, throw things, or simply boil under the surface?
Allah!
Yā Allaaaaah!
The man was simply dangerous outright.
Allah målūm how did he manage to get their videos forcing their Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Årab Musalmān wives to seduce and have sex with Durgesh and conspiring against them, in this way.
They were even watching and enjoying it very much in those videos.
The wretched man has complete videos of them how their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Årab Musalmān wives cuckolded them to Durgesh and even to other Hindus.
What would he do?
They never knew with Muħammad Åbdullah.
The man is even shrewd enough to have Durgesh on his side.
His entire extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies have sex with Durgesh, including even his Ammī, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah.
Durgesh thinks Muħammad Åbdullah is his ever best friend.
Muħammad Åbdullah is successfully fooling even Durgesh now.
Muħammad Åbdullah stopped at the edge of the royal table between two old royal Sheikħs.
They were the senior partners.
They were the members of the group of the multinational companies.
They were not Saůūdī Årab both.
One of them was Saůūdī Årab and represented Al Saåūd royal family.
The second represented Iraq.
Well, Muħammad Åbdullah was actually also one of them.
So, he had every right to growl and bark in their hallways for a month now.
Being even elders and seniors to Muħammad Åbdullah, neither of them dared not to look at him.
“What number?” Muħammad Åbdullah asked of Al Abu Bakr.
“Fifty nine.” Al Abu Bakr answered quickly, anxious to please Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Go back to fifty five.”Muħammad Åbdullah demanded.
Al Abu Bakr flicked rapidly until the face of Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ was once again on the wall.
Paperwork ruffled around the table.
“What do you know?”Muħammad Åbdullah asked.
“The same.” Al Abu Bakr tried to meet Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes.
After all, Muħammad Åbdullah was only representing his Ammī, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah.
But under the pressure of Muħammad Åbdullah’s very eyes, Al Abu Bakr was almost immediately looking away.
The beast had the videos of not only his wives but also of his entire houseladies.
And Al Abu Bakr was licking their sexual organs after I had sex with them.
Even Al Abu Bakr’s daughters and daughters in law were in them.
Allah!
The beast has him completely in his control.
He has to go ahead and finance the Hindu lund Musalmān Choot Islands.
Why could he not control himself?
He failed to be one of the muttaqīn.
In Al Qur’an Al Kareem, 9th Sūrat, Sūrat At-Tawbah, Āyat-e-Karīmah 4, Allah Subħān wa Tålā has stated:
‘Innallāh yuħibbul muttaqīn.’
‘Indeed, Allah loves the persons who control themselves.’
Well, he, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, could not control himself.
He is lånat ålayhi.
Allah wouldn’t love him.
He has expressly declared:
‘Innallāh yuħibbul muttaqīn.’
‘Indeed, Allah loves the persons who control themselves.’
—Al Qur’ān Al Karīm: 9 At-Tawbah: 4
Even in the very first Sūrat of Al Qur’an Al Kareem Allah Raħmānirraħīm has instructed His Musalmīn:
Sirātallazīn anåmt ålayhim ghairil maghazūbi ålayhim walazzvallīn.’
‘Guide us to the immortal path.
The path of those You have bestowed favor upon, not of those who have evoked anger or of those who are astray.’
—Al Qur’an Al Kareem: 1 Sūrat Al Fātiħā: 6-7
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr is maghazūbi ålayhi.
He has evoked the anger of Allah Rabbil åālmīn.
Now he is one of ‘azzvallīn’ ‘astrays’.
He can’t win Muħammad Åbdullah anymore.
Allah Raħmānirraħīm is not with him now.
He is with Muħammad Åbdullah.
Muħammad Åbdullah repeated what Al Abu Bakr said sarcastically.
“The same? That’s just great. Out of two hundred, how many of them are still mysterious?”
“Ten.”
“All Musalmān Beauties?”
“No these are males.”
“And how many Musalmān Beauties are still mysterious? May I ask the great Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr?”
“Twenty five.”
“Subħān Allah. Måshā Allah. So we still have thirty five mysterious personalities?” Muħammad Åbdullah snorted and shook his head slowly.
Everyone waited for his eruptions.
It was naturally expected from him.
It was his characteristic when he talked with Årab Sheikħs.
The everywhere aggressive Årab Sheikħs were reduced to almost always defensive rats in front of Muħammad Åbdullah.
They could not even kill him.
He was very very much popular in ever horniest Hindus and equally, rather more horniest Musalmān Beauties.
More horniest than even the horniest Hindus.
It was to their greatest relief that, Muħammad Åbdullah, instead, stroked his gray beard, played with it thoughtfully, looked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr and allowed the severity of the moment filter in.
Then he did not say.
He commanded.
“You’ll work whole night. Your daily routine must be met with within four hours, including your sleep. Haven’t all of your idiosyncrasies already slept too much?”
All the Årab Sheikħs were furious and wanted Muħammad Åbdullah to show his place.
But they knew it would be as disastrous to them as were never before.
With obvious efforts, the Årab Sheikħs controlled themselves and nodded.
“I want all of your idiosyncrasies here at 10.00 AM sharp again.”Muħammad Åbdullah said with cold finality, and marched out of the room.
The door slammed.
The air lightened considerably.
Then, in unison, all the “powerful”, all the “mighty” Årab Sheikħs, with their present efficient leader Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, glanced at their watches.
“Allah. The devil himself.” Al Abu Bakr gritted his teeth, “Now I understand how Ħazrat Siddīq-e-Åāzamrzu should had felt when he found Ħuzūrs were no more there with himrzu.”
They had just been ordered to spend almost all the next two days, two nights and five hours more here.
And all this time, they had to look at the enlarged photos of faces they are tired of watching, memorizing names and birthdates, and vital stats even, of two hundred people.
And there wasn’t any doubt anywhere in the room that they all would do exactly what they had been told to do.
Not even the slightest.
Muħammad Åbdullah was dangerous beyond their capacity.
Even though Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was now 19, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr remembered, when Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was younger, I would take her and her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, to the circus.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, said that Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could only have one treat.
Once her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, went to the bathroom, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr pulled the “pleeeeze Durgesh” routine and I always gave in.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr guessed I felt because I was not her real daddy but her step-daddy that I had to do more to get her to love me.
That wasn’t so.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr loved me more than anything.
I was the one who raised Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr when her real Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, would have nothing to do with Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr.
It was really his loss.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, met and started her live in relationship with me.
I loved Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and that was all Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr needed.
Even though I was her step-daddy, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr never introduced me as that.
When her friends would come over, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr would say “meet my dad” because to Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr that was exactly what I was.
I loved Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and she knew that if Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr pouted just right, I was putty in her hands.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr thought that she had become closer to me than was her own Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, to her.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr never thought that her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, was a bad Ammī.
She loved Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and worked to give her anything and everything Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wanted.
There was nothing Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr can even mention wanting that she didn’t go get an extra job to get for her.
Saying that, the only thing that bothered Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was the way she treated me.
She was much younger than me and used that to tease me.
She loved to be wanted.
She paid special attention to other women in front of me, letting me know how “wanted” she was.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew she would never do anything with them.
She wouldn’t because she was a prude.
It made Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr so angry to hear me demanding her for sex night after night.
Although I was older, my libido was apparently out of control.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, was like me with the fact that she can’t whimper.
Everything she said to me in our bedroom came across loud and clear in her bedroom.
The more Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr listened, the more she felt bad for me.
The more Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr listened, the more Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wanted me.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wanted to make things better for me the way I had always done for her.
I was quite the man.
I ran every day and kept myself in excellent shape.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had even noticed her friends checking me out.
Once again, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr lay here attempting to get some sleep, but Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was unable to, because Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was listening to her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, and me.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, was being her typical self and refusing to give me any sex.
“I’m not interested in savage sex any more, Durgesh. I was also an animal once, I do accept it. But I’ve evolved now.”Zaynab bint Åāmir smiled at me.
“Sex is not immaterial with the further evolution of a person, Zaynab bint Åāmir.”I also smiled at her, “It’s not true that sex is an animal need.”
“That’s what you say.”
“Please Durgesh. I accept once I was even sexier than you. I wanted sex from you even more than you wanted from me. I left Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr because he could not, and did not, want to provide enough sex to me that I needed.”
“So you want to go back to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr now? Is that it, Zaynab bint Åāmir?”
“No. Don’t get me wrong. Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr has his other shortcomings too.”
“Oh.”
“I want to ask you one question, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt!”
“Yes?”I smiled at Zaynab bint Åāmir patiently.
“Doesn’t your wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, love you?”
“I never said she doesn’t. On the quite contrary, her love to me is absolutely exclusive.”
“And you are even proud of that?”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“And still you fuck almost infinite of us Musalmān Beauties as savagely as no other man can even dream?”
“Because I need it. And NOT infinite of you Musalmān Beauties. It’s impossible.”
“Impossible? Why? Don’t you claim your infinite etheric bodies are being projected now?”
“No. Never.”
“What?”Zaynab bint Åāmir smiled at me sarcastically, “You never claim that your infinite etheric bodies are being projected now?”
“Never. I only doubt that such is the case.”I smiled at Zaynab bint Åāmir patiently.
Zaynab bint Åāmir was still nude.
She was still lying on her back.
Her enormously attractive nude Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān legs were still on my nude shoulders.
I was still atop Zaynab bint Åāmir between her legs.
My legendary unique Uncut Hindu Prick was still buried deepest into Zaynab bint Åāmir’s still grateful, still indebted, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I was still fucking Zaynab bint Åāmir to my heart’s content savagely.
Zaynab bint Åāmir forgot she was now protesting it.
Zaynab bint Åāmir was behaving with me now somewhat patronizingly.
“You mean you doubt that now, when you are still fucking me, you are fucking almost infinite of us Musalmān Beauties too?”
“Yes, it’s my doubt. It’s not my claim.”
“You are self hypnotizing yourself, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
“Yes. You are right. That’s a strong possibility.”
“You fantasize you are an imaginary Param Purush, the Absolute Man that lives not on oxygen, on nonstop, ever unbroken, sexual intercourses, with entire Musalmān Beauties in the infinite creations that ever existed, now exist and will exist ever in infinite future. Don’t you?”
“Yes. But I never fantasize it. I know it.”
“Nonsense.”
“Yes. To you.”
“To me. And to everyone else too who is sane and want to remain sane.”
“I never asked anyone to believe it.”
“But you yourself do believe it. Don’t you?”
“I don’t only believe it. I know it.”
Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed.
“Either you are an ever incurable liar, or you’ve self hypnotized yourself to the incredulous extent.”
“Even if it is so, what is harmful in it to anyone? Can you tell me?” I smiled at Zaynab bint Åāmir still patiently immensely.
“That’s the beauty of this fantasy. It isn’t harmful to anyone.”
“So?”
“It’s harmful to yourself.”
“How?”
“You may think it’s true.”
“May? I may? I know it’s true.”
“What an infinite dirty and ever nasty mind you have, Durgesh.”
“Have I harmed anyone ever with it?”
“No. Never. I do agree. But it is harmful to yourself, you don’t know.”
I smiled.
“How, my darling?”
It broke Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr’s heart to hear me arguing with her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, like that.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr heard her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, finally got up.
And she went to the living room to sleep on the couch, to avoid anymore sex with me.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had had enough.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr refused to let her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, treat me like this anymore.
When Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr heard her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, settle on to the couch and turn the TV on, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr decided that now it was her time.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr quietly sneaked into our bedroom and touched me.
“Durgesh, I had a nightmare” Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr whimpered to me.
“Your Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, is in the living room” I whimpered quietly, turning to try and focus on Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr.
“Can I sleep in your bed, with you, Durgesh?” Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr leaned closer to me, letting her nightgown covered breasts to run across my arms.
I patted the bed beside me.
That was only what Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr needed.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr quickly climbed in.
As we lay in the bed, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr couldn’t help but think of the conversation between me and her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, earlier.
Me demanding her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, for more sex.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, refusing me, just like she did, as often as she could.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr snuggled up to me as close as Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could get.
I really enjoyed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān body pressed to me.
Since Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr always had been and was now a college cheerleader, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān body was in excellent shape.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew it was much better than even her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir’s.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr kissed me on the cheek and told me how much she appreciated me being her knight in shining armor.
Although it was dark, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could feel me smile as I said,
“That was my job, baby.”
As we drifted off to sleep, I felt Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr’s hands begin to roam my Hindu male body.
She wanted to give me the attention of a woman, I needed then very much.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew I was hyper sexual.
Even her own beautiful girlfriends had taken benefit of it and had themselves fucked me very much.
“Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr, your new Hindu father can’t live without fucking us Musalmān Beauties. Sex is not his need. Sex is his very life.”
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had smiled.
“Hey, you enjoy my Hindu dad?”
“Very much. He is the ever best.”
I wanted a woman to make me feel complete always.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr just assumed that since we had been living in live in relationship now for 17 years, we had grown apart.
It was not true.
But it was what Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr thought and believed to be true.
I still wanted her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, more.
She was still such a burning Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.
But her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, wanted now exactly nothing from me, but only the security of our Live in relationship.
She was more interested now in Islam than in sex.
She said it was the way it was in her family.
Sex was a chore.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was not nearly as experienced as her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir was, but Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew that sex was wonderful.
Sex was not a chore.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr decided that it was time to give me what I deserved.
The female companionship I desired.
The loving relationship I craved.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr continued her sweet caresses.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock harden against her leg.
It was time.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr reached closer and kissed me.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr didn’t kiss me like we kissed when I dropped her off for school.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr kissed me like a young grown up adult Musalmān Beauty.
Needless to say, I was a bit stunned and said,
“Baby, we shouldn’t, I wouldn’t want you to hate me.”
But Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr again kissed me as passionately as Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could.
Her kiss let me know that Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could never hate me.
She kissed me fanatically for what felt like an eternity.
Moreover, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr began to explore my body using her hands.
Well, I knew now that I couldn’t, and shouldn’t, refuse to her.
She was excited and wanted sex very much.
Even the hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was not my half daughter anymore.
She was a fully grown up adult young Musalmān Beauty of twenty eight years.
Capable fully to take her decisions herself.
She hadn’t approached me tonight as my half daughter.
She had approached me now as an adult young woman in need of not my preaching, but my adult Hindu love instead I was legendary for.
Yes, I am sixty two.
Yes, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr is twenty eight only.
But she had refused to admit any importance of our age difference.
What can I do now?
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was already playing with my Uncut Hindu Cock now.
We continued kissing with a passion that had been brewing for years.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr whimpered to me,
“Durgesh, I want you to make love to me, the way you want to make love to my Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir.”
I kissed each her cheek and told her how much I would love that.
No preaching now, I told myself strictly.
No preaching now.
Yet, I really wanted to make sure Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was really serious.
“Tell me again, baby!”
“Fuck me Durgesh! Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr whimpered.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had been snooping around her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, and my room long enough to know that I liked it a bit rough and raw.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was in to bondage and discipline and she had even read most of my books and stories about sex too.
Those words were all it took and I was ultimately quick to oblige.
I practically tore her nightgown off, nibbling on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān body as I did.
Something about my kisses to Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr caused her to orgasm, before I even entered her.
Sure, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had masturbated to this scene on several occasions, but to have my warm Hindu lips on her, was more than Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could take.
I quickly spread her legs and forced my Uncut Hindu Cock into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr loved the feel as I stretched her, while fucking Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr.
“Damn baby, Your Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, never let me just take control of her and if I tried, she would tell me not to rape her.”
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr pulled me close to her.
“Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr promises to give you everything that her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, won’t. Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wants you to think of me each time you get in the bed with her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir. Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wants you to taste me when you kiss her, now fuck me hard Durgesh. My friends say you are the best. How unlucky I am not to get you inside me before. I’ve wasted ten grand years of my life. But not now even a single moment. Just fuck me as savagely as you can. I want it. I need it.”
And I fucked Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr, perhaps even more savagely than I wanted to fuck her equally beautiful Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir.
I fucked Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr whole night, nonstop, in various sex positions.
She was very grateful to me.
Ultimately, my grunting got louder as I approached to orgasm.
I bit on her nipple and Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was pushed over the edge.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān body convulsed with a wild orgasm as she screamed and I spewed my Hindu semen into her hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
We took a moment to catch our breath as I lay on top of Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr, my Uncut Hindu Cock still filling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I kissed Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr tenderly.
“I love you baby, I am thrilled that you gave me the gift you did. I will always treasure you.”
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr let me know that “I better” and that Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr fully expected me to come into her room and make love to her anytime I wanted.
She told me to expect more “nightmares from her as tonight it was.”
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–15
20. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–16
21. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–17
22. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–18
23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19
24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20
25. A deserving unfaithfulness
26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
29. A secret Smile
31. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
33. The three pregnants-1
34. The three pregnants-2
35. In the Moonlight
36. Sālī, Ammījān!
37. Now entirely secured and safe
39. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
40. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
47. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
49. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
50. Hell, I revolt
53. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
54. Making love and understanding everything
55. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
56. After the death of my husband
58. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
59. The most memorable Eidī of her life
60. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
61. You are the best. You don’t know
62. I’m not defeated even yet-1
63. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
65. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
68. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
70. I live with him
72. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
73. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
74. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
75. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
76. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
77. It all happened just naturally-1
78. It all happened just naturally-2
79. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5
80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6
81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7
82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8
83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9
84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10
85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11
86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12
87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13
88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14
89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15
93. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
94. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession
101. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued
102. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued
103. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession
104. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More
105. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
108. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
109. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
110. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
111.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
112. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
113. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
114. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
115. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
116. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
117. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
118. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
119. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
120. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
121. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
122. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
123. The everincreasing infinite lust
124. The women in my life
125. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1
131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2
132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3
133. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1
136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2
137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3
138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4
139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5
140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6
141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7
142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8
143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9
145. She protested
146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach
147. The threesome
148. You’ve proved your titles true
149. The Chairman: 1
150. The Chairman: 2
151. The Chairman: 3
152. The Chairman: 4
153. The Chairman: 5
154. An Underworld Don: 1
155. An Underworld Don: 2
156. An Underworld Don: 3
157. An Underworld Don: 4
158. An Underworld Don: 5
159. An Underworld Don: 6
160. An Underworld Don: 7
161. An Underworld Don: 8
162. An Underworld Don: 9
163. An Underworld Don: 10
164. Age no bar: 1
165. Age no bar: 2
175. Her Ultimate Decision : 3
175. The Extent: 1
176. The Extent: 2
177. The Extent: 3
178. The Extent: 4
179. The Extent: 5
180. The Extent: 6
181. The Extent: 7
182. The Extent: 8
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1
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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3
7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4
8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2
19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 26| Mantr 2
21. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
22. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
23. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
24. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
26. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
28. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2
31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3
32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4
33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1
34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4
35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3
36. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 31| Mantr 18
37. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr2
38. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8
39. Saamved: Mantr 1
41. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1
42. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10
43. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik
44. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3
46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4
47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6
48. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6
49. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7
50. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8
51. Atharv Ved: Kaand 4| Sookt 13| Mantr 1
52. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6
53. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 4| Mantr 22
54. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
55. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā-3
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Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā Tujhé Chodā Mainé
Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā
‘The fifteen days of intense sex, love and lust’
Chapter 3
After 12.00 PM: Pahlī Raat
Naziya Khan ne apne donon bađé bađé vishāl sudaul Pakistani Musalmān koolhe oopar uthāyé bistar se aur kaskar ek dhakkā lagāyā.
Jaantā thā main.
Yahi karégī Naziya Khan.
Naziya Khan koī pahli Pakistani Musalmān lađkī nahīn thī jise main chod rahā hoūn.
Eīshāno Vishvvédsah! Kitni Pakistani Musalmān lađkiyon ko chod chukā thā main abhi tak.
Jab se hosh sambhālā thā, ek yahi kaam to thā jo mujhe theek se karne de rahī thin merī Musalmān Maħbūbāyén!
Is måāmlé men itnā ittiħād thā sāliyon ke beech ki har koī ek doosri ki madad tatkāl karne lag jātī thī.
Har naī aane wālī pahle se chudvāne wāliyon ki lāđlī huā kartī thī, sautan nahīn! Raqeeb nahīn!
Main merī Musalmān Maħbūbāon ke is beħad suljhe hué attitude par chakit thā.
Phir patā chalā thā ki merī Begum Sāħibā Kħātooné Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadā Fātimā razee Allāhu tåālā ånhā kħās taur par iske liye tulī huī thin ki har Musalmān lađkī aur har Musalmān åurat keval aur keval mujhse hi chudvāyé aur kisi se hargiz nahīn.
“Pāgal ho gaī hai kyā Sālī! Tū?” Maine use dāntā thā.
“Durgesh!” Mere dost aur sālé Saiyad Aħmad Muħammad Ålī ne tatkāl prativād kiyā thā.
“Achchhā! To aap hain iski in sab ħarkaton ke peechhe?”
Merī Begum Sāħibā Kħātooné Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadā Fātimā razee Allāhu tåālā ånhā ne muskurākar apne Bhāījān ki taraf garvpoorvak dékhā thā.
“Main Bahutkħushnasīb hūn, Bhāījān! Kħātooné Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadā Fātimā razee Allāhu tåālā ånhā Jigar goshae rasools bhī is måāmlé men itni kħushnasīb nahīn thin ki unka koī aap jaisa bađā bhāī hotā.”
Aħmad ne muskurākar apni chhoŧī bahan ki péshānī choom li.
“Ħuzoor Aħmad Sāħab!” Main daant peeskar bolā, “Aap mujhe yeh batane ki zahmat gavārā karenge ki kitni Musalmān lađkiyon aur kitni Musalmān åuraton ko mujhse chudvāné ke båd aap kā yeh shauq poora hogā?”
Aħmad hinhināyā.
“Yaar! Tū chodé jaa na! maze le! Aam khā! Péđ kyon ginné lagtā hai beech beech men is taraħ baar baar?”
“Mujhe ek baar pleurisy ho chuki hai. Yaad hai na aapko?”
“Main Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ se is måāmlé men mil chuka hūn jinhone tumhārā treatment kiyā thā.”
“Treatment kiyā thā.” Main bhinnākar bolā thā, “Sālī ne chudvāyā thā mujhse fees men!”*
Main stabdh rah gayā thā.
“Kyā? Aap ko fees men merā Hindu Lund chāhiyé?”
“Merī Lebanese Årab Musalmān Choot ke andar!” Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ is taraħ nihāyat hi itmīnān ke sāth muskurāī thī jaise voh koī abnormal baat kar hi na rahī ho, “Isse achchhī aur koī fees de hi nahīn sakte aap mujhe! Bābā! Main kħūbsūrat hūn. Naujavān hūn ħaseen hūn. Aap kyā samajhte hain? Main aap ko koī lutf nahīn de saktī?”
Main muskurāyā.
“Sālī! Tū Doctor hai?”
Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ khilkhilākar hans pađī.
“Gālī de rahe ho mujhe? Yåni merī munh maangi fees mujhe dene ke liye tayyār ho?”
“Is savāl kā jawab pane ke liye vahan apni executive chair par mat baithī rah. Chal uth vahan se aur idhar aa kar merī god men baith.”
Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ pulkit hokar uthi aur ghoomkar tatkāl merī Hindu purush god men aa baithī.
Beħad ħaseen thī Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ.
Uske Lebanese Årab Musalmān Koolhe itne bađé bađé sudaul vishāl aur mast the ki unki garmi paakar merī Hindu Purush god jhulas uthi.
Merā Hindu Lund tatkāl uthkar Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ ke donon ħaseen dilkash Lebanese Årab Musalmān Koolhon ke beech samāne lagā.
Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ ne apni donon gori gori ħaseen chikni Lebanese Årab Musalmān baanhen uthākar merī Hindu gardan ke aas paas dal deen.
Mere donon Hindu Purushādhar pyār se choom liye usne.
“Thank you! Meharbani! Ināyat! Karam!”
“Sālī! Tū Doctor hai ya shāårā hai?”
“Mujhe pyār karo na!”
“Abhi chudvāyégī?” Maine Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ ki intihāī ħaseen Lebanese Årab Musalmān aankhon men jhānkā.
“Haan! Kyon? Abhi chodne kā mood nahīn hai? Main banātī hūn na tumhārā mood.”
“Mood to ban jāyegā, kintu tū kħud kah rahī thī ki mujhe yeh beemārī raat din se lađkiyon aur åuraton ko chodte rahne ki vajah se huī hai.”
“Mujhe chodne se tumhārī yeh beemarī nahīn bađhégī. Ulte theek hogi.”
“Kyā matlab? Main tujhé chodūngā aur merī pleurisy theek hogi?”
“Yaqeen nahīn hotā na?” Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ mujhe aankh maarkar muskurāī, “Lekin tum dekhnā. Hogā yehi. Jaise jaise tum mujhe chodte jaoge tumhārī beemari theek hoti jayegi.”
“Åjeeb Doctor hai, yaar! Tū! Chudvākar ǐlāj kartī hai!”
“Hey! Sirf tumse! Sirf tumse! Har kisi se nahīn. Mere Shauhar, Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ ke båd tum aaj doosre shakħs hoögé jo mujhe chodoge.”
“Yåni yeh pahli bewafāī hogi jo tū apne Shauhar se karégī?”
“Aré! Tum kis duniyā men rahte ho? Zamānā Bahut badal chukā hai, Durgesh Sāħab! Iske sāth chalnā sīkhiyé! Sex ab aaj vaisi privileged thing nahīn rahā, jaisa kabhī thā. Aaj sex mutual consent kā subject hai. Two persons, whether males or females, having mutual consent, can have sex if they like to have it. One minute! Meet my husband if you are feeling awkward.”
Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ ne phone uthakar mouthpiece men kahā, “Jalāl! Will you come here, please?”
Phir receiver wapas cradle par rakhti huī bolī,
“Jalāl aa rahā hai.”
“Jalāl aapke Shauhar kā naam hai?”
“Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ―abhi bataya na tumhen!”
Main Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ ko dekhkar chakit rah gayā.
Voh ek motā kālā syāh bhainse jaisa shakħs thā.
Mujhe vishvas nahīn huā ki Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ jaisi Ħusnparī vāqaåee us mote kāle syāh bhainse ki bīvī hai.
Ab merī samajh men aa gayā ki voh mujhse kyon chudvānā chāhtī thī.
Romance to kisi insān se hi kiyā jā sakta thā na.
Bhaise se kaise kiyā jā sakta thā?
“Hello! Durgesh Sāħab!” Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ nihāyat hi kħush ikħlāqī ke sāth mujh se hāth milātā huā bolā thā, “Hamārī Begum Sāħibā bađī tåreef kar rahī thin aap ki. Kah rahī thin aap ne itni Musalmān lađkiyān aur itni Musalmān åuraten chodi hain, aur itni zyādah chodi hain ki aapko pleurisy ho gaī hai.”
Eīshān!
Eīshān Eīshān! Shammā Shamīshān!
Main aankhen phāđ phāđ kar us åjeeboghareeb shakħs ko dekh rahā thā jiskī Bīvī merī god men baithī huī thī aur jo phir bhī mujhse is taraħ hāth milā rahā thā jaise merī god men uskī nahīn, merī kħud ki Bīvī baithī huī ho.
Zamānā sachmuch Bahut zyādah taraqqī kar gayā thā.
“Jalāl!” Uskī Begum Sāħibā merī god men baithī huī muskurāīn, “Meet Durgesh. He is the great man who has fucked countless Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt Beauties to the extent that he is suffering now from pleurisy.”
Bhainsā ek sofe par pasar gayā.
“Bravo, Durgesh Sāħab! Bravo! You are really enjoying your life. ‘Zindgi zindadili kā naam hai. Hum jaise Murdadil kħāk jiya karte hain.”
“Jee! Jee! Aap bajā farmaate hain. Lekin main apni isī zindadili ki vajah se pleurisy―”
“Theek ho jayegi! Theek ho jayegi! Hamārī Begum Sāħibā kā dåvā hai ki voh aapko sex therapy se theek kar dengi.”
Main jaise aasmān se gira.
“Jee? sex therapy se? arthāt mujhse chudvā chudvā kar mujhe theek kar dengi?”
“Aap ko yaqeen nahīn ho rahā na? Mujhe bhī nahīn ho rahā thā. Lekin jab Begum Sāħibā ne mujhe apni theories samjhāīn―”
“Theories?” Main baukhlā kar bolā.
Man hi man men saikđon, hazāron, gāliyān de dālīn maine Aħmad ko.
Sālé ko yehi åjeebogharreb Doctor mili thī tamām kāynāte kul men― chudvā kar ǐlāj karne wāli.
My foot!
Vaise Laundiyā beħad ħaseen thī isliye is kħayāl mātr se mere man men ladduon par laddū phoot rahe the ki yeh mujhse chudvāyégī aur mujhse chudvā chudvā kar hi merā ǐlāj bhī karégī.
Eīshān Eīshān! Shammā Shamīshān!
“Aap ne Sigmund freud ko padha hai?” Kālā syāh Bhainsā poochh rahā thā.
Main tatkāl sambhlā.
Merī pasand kā subject prārambh ho gayā thā.
Sigmund freud was one of my favorites.
“Jee! Jee haan! Jee haan! Sigmund freud is one of my favorites.”
“Tab to hamārī Begum Sāħibā ne bilkul sahi aadmi chuna hai ǐlāj aur PhD ke liye.”
“Ǐlāj aur PhD?”
“Hamārī Begum Sāħibā Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ sex specialist aur sex therapist hain.”
“I see.”
“Jab se aap kā naam sunā thā, sex ke måāmlé men unique hone kā, aap se milne ke liye beqarār ho rahī thin.”
“Beqarār?” maine poori besharmī se uskī Bīvī ke Lebanese Årab Musalmān Koolhe sahlaye, uskī aankhon ke saamne.
Bhainse ko koī asar nahīn pađā.
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ usi taraħ mand mand muskurātā huā bolā.
“Jee! Beqarār. Durgesh Sāħab! Hamārī Begum Sāħibā ki Bahutsi saheliyān aapse chudvā chukī hain.”
“Abhi bhī Chudvātī rahti hain.” Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ ne apne Shauhar ki baat aage bađhāī.
“Aap log mahān hain.”
Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ hans pađī.
Voh samajh gaī thī ki main uske Shauhar ko zaleel karne ki koshish kar rahā hūn.
Shauhar muskurāyā.
“Un tamām khushqismat aur samajhdār khawāteene karām―”
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ ki baat beech men hi kaat di maine.
Uskī Bīvī ke urojon se khelta huā main bolā.
“Jo mujhse chudvā chukī hain aur jo abhi bhī mujhse Chudvātī hain, unhen aap kħushqismat aur samajhdār khawāteene karām maante hain, Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ?”
“Aapse chudvā chuknā ek lađkī aur ek åurat ki kitni bađī kħushqismatī hai, iska aħsās kħud aap tak ko nahīn hai Janab! Aap voh unique shakħs hain jiska achetan mashtisk, jiskā subconscious mind sex ke måāmlé men yeh unique conviction rakhta hai, ki aap Ever-Eighteen hain, aur har sex kick ke sāth aapke Hindu Lund ki lambāī, motāī aur sakhtī us vaqt tak bađhtī jātī hai, jab tak ki voh sharmgāh ise afford kar sake, jiske andar voh us vaqt maujūd ho.”
Main hakkā bakkā sa us shakħs ki taraf dekh rahā thā, jise main number ek kā bewaqoof aur zaleel insān samajh rahā thā.
Voh mujhe yeh samjhā rahā thā ki merā Hindu Lund scientifically unique kyon hai, aur kyon uskā muqāblā koī aný paurushāng nahīn kar saktā.
Agar yeh vyakti sachmuch hi itnā samajhdār thā to apni Bīvī ko merī banné se kyon nahīn rok paa rahā thā?
“Durgesh Sāħab!” Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ aage bolā, “Aapki god men baithī huī hamārī Begum Sāħibā Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ darasal hamare lāyaq nahīn hain. Darasal main unke lāyaq nahīn hūn. Voh aapki god men hi achchhī lag rahī hain.”
“Jalāl!” Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ ne kuchhh kahne ki koshish ki, lekin Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ ne use haath uthā kar rok diyā.
“Fareedā! Tumhārī aur merī koī Jođī nahīn hai, yeh har koī janta aur manta hai. Main pahle din se hi is baat ko manta aya hūn isiliye maine aaj tak kabhī tumhen Shauhar ki ħaisiyat se haath nahīn lagāyā.”
“Jalāl!”
“Tum Durgesh ke lāyaq ho, Fareedā! Aur Durgesh tumhāré lāyaq hai. Tum Durgesh ke Hindu Lund ki salāħiyāt ki madad chāhtī ho, sex therapy par PhD karne ke liye. Tum manti ho ki Durgesh ki pleurisy ki asal vajah physical na hokar psychological hai―”
“What?” Maine chaunk kar merī god men baithī huī Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ ki taraf dékhā.
Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ muskurāī.
“Durgesh! Meri Jān! Tumse mutawātir yeh kahā jā rahā thā, bachpan se, ki har vaqt lađkiyon aur åuraton ko chodte rahna achchhī baat nahīn hai. Tumhārā beħad mazboot strongest sub conscious mind kabhī is baat ko poori taraħ accept nahīn kar saka, isliye tumhāré shabo roz ke sambhogon par to iska koī asar nahīn pađā. Lekin―”
“Lekin?” Maine teevr svar men prashn kiyā.
Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ ne merā Hindu Lund mere pant ki zip kholkar baahar nikāl liyā aur use apne daayen hath ki mutthi men jakađ kar mujhe dikhati huī bolī.
“Yeh tamām åālmīn kā sabse zyādah chamatkārik lund hai.”
“Main kuchhh aur poochh rahā hūn.”
“Main vohi batā rahi hūn. Is chamatkārik lund kā mālik tamām åālmīn par ħukūmat kar saktā hai.”
“Kyā bakvās kar rahī hai?”
“Merī baat samajhne ki koshish karo, merī jaan! Tumhāré paas tamām åālmīn kā sabse bahtareen lund hai. Agar tum iski kħidmāt mere ħavālé kar sako, to main tumse vådā kartī hūn ki main kuchhh hi saalon ke andar tumko multi millionare banā dūngi.”
Merā svar talkħ ho uthā.
“Tū mujhe male prostitute ban jaane ki salāħ de rahī hai?”
“Main tumhen Sex-therapist ban jaane ki salāħ de rahī hūn.”
“What?”
“Yes! My darling! Jaise main tumse chudvā chudvā kar tumhārī pleurisy kā ǐlāj kar sakti hūn, tum bhī lākhon karođon Musalmān lađkiyon aur Musalmān åuraton ko chod chod kar unhen nai zindgi de sakte ho, unhen marne se bachā sakte ho.”
“Main―?” Maine is taraħ Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ ki taraf dékhā, jaise voh pāgal ho gaī ho, “Main aesa kar saktā hūn?”
“Haan! Tum aesa kar sakte ho, aur iske liye tumhen koī aur atirikt qualification ħāsil karne ki koī zaroorat nahīn hai.”
“Tū jāntī hai tū kyā kah rahī hai?”
“Main kħūb achchhī taraħ jāntī hūn ki main kyā kah rahī hūn. Dekho Durgesh! Allah ne tumhen tamām åālmīn kā sabse bahtareen chamatkārik lund diyā hai, taaki tum isse insāniyat ki kħidmat karo aur―”
“Aré! Main isse kyā kħidmat kar saktā hūn insāniyat ki?”
“Tum isse insāniyat ki voh kħidmat kar sakte ho jo tumhāré ålāvā aur koī nahīn kar saktā, kyonki tumhāré ålāvā aur kisi ke lund men aesi chamatkārik salāħiyāt hain hi nahīn.”
Hansā thā main.
“Ab nahīn mar pāyegī Naziya! Tū itni āsānī se. Ab merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund teri Pakistani Musalmān Choot men samānā shurū ho chukā hai. Ab tū pandrah din raat ke liye nath gaī mujhse.”
Uskī donon nangi ħaseen Pakistani Musalmān tāngen maine uthā kar mere nagn Hindu kandhon par rakh li thin.
Apna nichlā honth apne oopar ke daanton tale dabā liyā thā Naziya Khan ne aur aesi shaitān masti bhari nigahon se merī taraf dekh rahī thī ki merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund aur bhī adhik buri taraħ thanthanātā jā rahā thā utārottar.
Maine mere donon Hindu Purushādhar uske donon Pakistani Musalmān urozon ke beech ki ghātī par rakh diye.
Naziya Khan kānpī.
Apne aap ko pighalti huī maħsoos kiyā Naziya Khan ne.
Choot ke andar Durgesh ke Hindusthani Hindu Lund kā supāđā aur urozon ke beech ki ghātī par Durgesh ke donon Hindu Purushādhar!
Yehi to chāhtī thī voh!
Yehi to sapne dekhe the usne.
Originally yeh kħvāb uskī bađī bahan Zohra Khan ne dékhā thā.
Unka kħvāb kabhī poora nahīn ho paya lekin unki chhoŧī bahan is kħvāb ko poora kar sakne men kāmyāb bhī ho gaī.
Kaisa lagega Zohra Bājī ko, jab yeh janengi voh ki jis Durgesh ke voh sirf kħvāb hi dekhti rahin, unki chhoŧī bahan usi Durgesh ko ħāsil bhī kar chuki hai.
Naziya Khan ke jazbāt tezi se umađ rahe the.
Merā ek haath uske donon ħaseen Pakistani Musalmān urozon se khelna lagā.
Ab voh donon poori taraħ nange jo the.
Merā doosrā haath uskī nangi kamar se hotā huā uske Pakistani Musalmān koolhon par jā thahra.
Naziya Khan ke donon Pakistani Musalmān koolhon ne mere Hindu haath ke sparsh par tankar, kanpkanpā kar, thirak kar apna response zāhir kiyā.
Naziya Khan ko aesa lagā jaise uske ghutne kamzor hote jā rahe hon.
Uske ħalaq se ānandmayee siskāriyān nikalne lageen.
Uske urozon ki botiyān sakħt ho gaī theen.
Maine haule se mere Hindusthani Hindu Lund par dabāv dālā.
Merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund aage ghusné lagā.
“Sī! Sī! Sī!”Naziya Khan siskī.
Uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot kā rāstā chauđā hone lag gayā thā.
“Jo mankūħā Musalmān åuraten tumse Chudvātī hongi, unki chooton kā to kabāđā kar diyā kartā hogā tumhārā yeh poore barah inch lambā aur poore paanch inch motā Hindusthani Hindu Lund. Phir unhen apne Musalmān shauheron se chudvāné men bhala kyā lutf aata hogā.”
Main use aankh maarkar muskurāyā.
“‘Once with Durgesh, all the rest is trash’.”
Merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund ek chauthāī andar samā chukā thā.
Naziya Khan ko aesa lag rahā thā jaise uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar aag lag gaī ho.
“Poora pél do na! Please merī Jaan!”
“Neeche se koolhe uthā kar dhakke mat lagana.”
“Maar dālo tum to mujhe.”
“Sālī! Thođā sabr kar. Chod rahā hūn main tujhé. Marī mat jā.”
“Sabr aur namaz se madad lo. Hai na?” Naziya Khan jalkar bolī, “‘Vaståīnū bissabri vassalāti. V’ innahā l’ kabīrtun illā ålalkħāsiåīn.’―ratā dālī hai yeh āyate Kareemā tumne mujhe. Allah ki panah! Tum Hindu ho ya Musalmān?”
Main use aankh maar kar muskurāyā.
“‘And resort to patience and Salāt for help. No doubt, Salāt is burdensome foe all except the devout.’―”
“― Al Qur’ān Al Kareem: 2Al Baqarah: 45-46.” Naziya Khan ne usi taraħ jalkar kahā, “Allah Qasam! Agar mai jāntī ki tum itne sharāratī ho―”
“To hargiz hargiz tumse Muħabbat nahīn kartī.” Maine muskurate hué merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund phir andar pélā.
Naziya Khan sab kuchhh bhool kar phir sisak uthi.
“Haye Allah! Sī! Sī! Sī! Sī! Sī! Sī!”
Merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund is baar ādhā andar samā gayā thā.
Us vaqt Naziya Khan ki kħushī ki intiha na rahī jab usne maħsoos kiyā ki main is baar merā ādhā lund ghuseđkar bhī nahīn ruka hūn aur mere Hindusthani Hindu Lund par merā dabāv nirantar jaari hai.
Teen chauthāī ―teen chauthāī se aage―
Naziya Khan pāglon ki taraħ mujhe choom aur chaat rahī thī.
Yeh aħsās hi nahīn huā thā is chakkar men use ki uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot kā Prdae Bakārat is beech phat chukā hai aur usse kħoon bhī njklā hai.
Nikalne do―nikalne do―Koī parvāh nahinn―
Poori Choot phat jāyé Sālī aaj―
Naziya Khan ko Durgesh kā Hindusthani Hindu Lund aaj apni Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar chahiye―
Poora jađ tak andar chahiye―
Isī vaqt chahiye―
Fauran chahiye―
Yeh uske Hindu Piyā jee bhī kuchhh kam thođé hi hain.
Allah ki panāh!
Aesi sharāraten!
Aur voh bhī kab?
Jab lund andar ghus rahā ho!
Is taraħ tađpā tađpā kar chodtā hai koī kyā?
Aur voh bhī pahli baar?
Jaan nikāl kar rakh di uskī.
Choot men aesi aag lagi huī hai ki Allah ki panāh!
Aur inhen sharāraten soojh rahī hain!
Lund das inch andar samā gayā.
Ahāhāhā!
Gyārah inch!
Ahāhāhā hā hā hā hā hā!
Bas! Maar liyā maidān!
Sirf ek inch baahar bachā!
Ādhā inch!
Aré! Durgesh ruk kyon gayā?
“Ae!” Naziya Khan chīkħ kar bolī, “Poora lund andar karo! Koī sharārat nahīn! Main sab samajh rahī hūn. Pahli chudāī hai to kyā huā? Tumhārī sex stories to padhi hain maine. Aur unmen jab jab tumhārī koī heroine chudī hai tumse, darasal dil hi dil men, psychologically, Naziya Khan hi chudī hai tumse, uskī jagah! Physically tum yeh pahli baar chod rahe ho mujhe. Mentally karođon baar chudvā chuki hoon main tumse. Samjhe?”
“Thođā kam kar yaar!”
“Kyā thođā kam karoon?”
“Yehi karođon baar―”
“Kyon? Kyon kam karoon? Mujhe kyā kħvāb dekh sakne kā bhī ħaq nahīn hai? Aré! Ab kyā kħvāb bhī main tumse poochh kar dekhoongi?”
“Lekin karođon baar―”
“Haan! Haan! karođon baar! Nahīn kartī kam. Tum poora lund andar ghuséđo. Bewaqoof mat banao Naziya Khan ko. Samjhe?”
“Yaar! Tera Pardae Bakārat―”
“Haan! Phat gayā. Måālūm hai. Har lađkī kā phattā hai. Phir?”
“Aré! Kħoon bhī niklā hai.”
“Nikalne do! Har lađkī kā nikaltā hai. Phir?”
“Kyā phir?”
“Aré! Tumne kyā kiyā us kħoon kā?”Naziya Khan kichkichākar bolī.
“Maine? Main kyā karoon?”
“Use apne daayen haath ke angoothe men lagao aur usse merī maang bhar do.”
“What?”
“Use apne daayen haath ke angoothe men lagao aur usse merī maang bhar do. Oonchā sunne lage kyā dafåtan?”
“Achchhā Sālī! Le!” Maine kahā, uske Pardae Bakārat se nikalne wala kħoon mere daayen haath ke angoothe men lagāyā, aur usse Naziya Khan ki maang bhar di.
Naziya Khan mujhe aankh maarkar muskurāī.
“Ab jo båqī rah gayā hai voh bhī poora kar do, Sharāratī number one.”
“Ab kyā rah gayā Båqī?”
“Tumhen nahīn måālūm?”
“Mujhe nahīn måālūm.”
“To main uthati hūn mere Pakistani Musalmān koolhe aur poora kartī hūn voh jo tumne abhi bhī adhoora chhođ rakhā hai. Allaho Akbarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr―”
Naziya Khan ne apne Pakistani Musalmān koolhe uthaye aur itnā kaskar dhakkā lagāyā neeche se ki ek hi dhakke men merā båqī samoochā Hindusthani Hindu Lund poora jađ tak uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar samā gayā.
“Āhhhhh!” Naziya Khan siskī. Phir mujhe aankh maarkar muskurāī voh, “Ůmr qaid! Samjhe? Bađī mazboot Pakistani Musalmān jail hai. Tumhāré Hindusthani Hindu Lund ko to dekhti hūn ab main. Kħūb tang kiyā hai na isne? Savere se khujlā rahī thī meri Pakistani Musalmān Choot. Aur yeh ab jaakar andar ghusā hai. Aur voh bhī sau sau nakħre kar kar ke! Ůmr qaid! Koī appeal nahīn! Koī sunvāī nahīn! Ab baahar nikāl kar dikhāo thođā sa bhī, aese hi soormā bante ho to!”
Main bhī use aankh maarkar muskurāyā.
“Pakistan vapas jab jayegi―”
“Aur nahīn gaī to―?”
“Jana to pađégā Meri Jān!”
“Aur nahīn gaī to? Haath pakađ kar baahar nikāl doge ghar se?”
“Kyon bakvās kar rahī hai?”
“Yeh to pandrah din båd hi patā chalegā, Piyājī! Ki Naziya Khan Pakistan jātī hai, ya yahin Hindusthān men rahkar tumhārī Hindu pursh chhātī par moong dalti hai.”
“Kahnā āsān hai.”
“Karnā bhī utna hi āsān hai. Challenge to karo mat.”
“Tere Ammī Abbū jo Pakistan men hain―”
“Koī lađkī zindgi bhar apne Maike men nahīn rahti.”
“Chal Sālī! Mazāq kar rahī hai.”
“Pandrah din båd dekhna― Pandrah din båd.”
Maine merī kamar uthakar use chodnā prārambh karnā chāhā.
Naziya Khan ne fauran apni donon Pakistani Musalmān jānghon se merī sarvathā nagn Hindu kamar jakađ li aur apni donon tangen merī pusht par kasti huī bolī.
“Abhi to hilne dulne bhī nahīn dungi. Tumne din bhar mujhe tang kiyā hai na! Ab tum bhī bhugto.”
“Sālī! Lund andar ghuste hi shernī ban gaī hai.”
“Babbar shernī― Kħālis Pakistan ki. Ab dekhti hūn tumhāré Hindusthani Hindu Lund kā josh! Kħūb sataya hai na Naziya Khan ko? Isī vaqt kā intzar thā mujhe. Ab yah lund Naziya Khan ki marzi se hi andar baahar hogā. Aapki marzi se nahīn.”
“Aré! Chodne de Sālī!”
“Chod to rahe ho. Ghusā to huā hai poora jađ tak. Aur kaisa chodoge?”
“Aré! Āghāt lagane de na yaar! Yah kyā poora andar ghuseđkar chupchāp pađī huī hai.”
“Chupchāp nahīn pađī huī hūn. Baaten kar rahī hūn main tumse!”
Maine use mere Hindu bāhupāsh men sameta aur phir merī jānghen kholne ki koshish ki.
Naziya Khan ne phir se apni donon gori nangi chikni jānghen merī sarvathā nagn Hindu kamar par buri taraħ kas din.
“Nahīn! Abhi thođī der tak poora lund andar ghusa rahne do. Thođā sa bhī baahar mat nikālo. Mujhe Bahutachchhā lag rahā hai.”
“Kyā Bahutachchhā lag rahā hai?”
Naziya Khan ne muskurāté hué merā munh chiđhāyā.
“Tumhārā Hindusthani Hindu Lund― merī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar―poore kā poora jađ tak andar samāyā hua―soot barabar bhī baahar nahinn―”
Beħad kħush thī Naziya Khan.
Kħushī uske chehre se―uske ang ang se―chhalki pad rahī thī.
“Kħush hai?”
“Beħad! Durgesh tumhārā kitnā lambā hai―kitnā motā! Aur kitnā sakħt! Merī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ki to aaj qismat khul gaī.”
“Sachmuch kħush hai?”
“Sachmuch kħush hūn.”
Maine uske pyare pyare Pakistani Musalmān honth choom liye.
Naziya Khan pāgalon ki taraħ mujhe choomne chaatne lag gaī.
Main uske Pakistani Musalmān koolhe sahla rahā thā, uske uroz choom rahā thā, uskā poora ħaseen Pakistani Musalmān chehra mere Hindu Purush chumbanon se bhare de rahā thā.
‘Tera chehra hai ya Qur’ān kā pakeezā varaq
Teri aankhon men ħadisen likhi huī Jānum!’
Ab aur adhik prateexā kar sakna kathin thā mere liye.
Sar ke bālon se lekar pairon ke talvon tak poori taraħ nangi Naziya Khan ko buri taraħ kas kas kar chodnā prārambh kar diyā maine.
Is baar Naziya Khan ne apni jānghen nahīn kasin merī Hindu kamar par.
Apni donon jānghen khol din usne aur apni choost kasi huī beħad tight Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar mere Hindusthani Hindu Lund ke har Pravesh par mujhe buri taraħ choomne chaatne lag gaī.
“Allah Qasam Durgesh! Hum Pakistani Musalmān lađkiyon ko chodnā to bas tum Hindusthani Hinduon ko hi aata hai.”
“Sach?”
“Tum Pakistan chalo na, please! Merī sāri saheliyān itni pyasi hain. Tum sab ko chodnā.”
“Aré! Pahle tū to chudvā le!”
“Main to ab tumko utarne nahīn dūngī mere oopar se. Bas, ab chađhé raho isī taraħ Naziya Khan par pandrah din raat tak. Chodte raho mujhe. Pélté raho apna Hindusthani Hindu Lund merī choost kasi huī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar.”
“Achchhā lag rahā hai?”
“Main jannate Phirdous men parvāz kar rahī hūn. Shukriyā! Thank you! Karam! Meharbani!”
“Merī Jaan! Meharbani to tum kar rahī ho mujh par―
‘Tumne mujhe dékhā hoke meharbān,
Ruk gaī yeh zammen,
Jhuk gayā aasman,
Jaane man! Jaane jaan!’”
Naziya Khan muskurāī.
“Tumhārā Hindusthani Hindu Lund― Allah Qasam! Itnā pyara lund hum Muslimāt ki qismat men hai―yaqeen nahīn hotā.”
Main Naziya Khan ke Pakistani Musalmān koolhe sahla sahla kar buri taraħ kas kas kar āghāton par āghāt lagaye jā rahā thā.
Naziya Khan mere Hindusthani Hindu Lund ke har Pravesh par kichkichā kichkichākar mujhe choom aur chaat rahī thī.
“Āh! Āh! Wāh! Isī taraħ, Durgesh! Isī taraħ Meri Jān! Tumhārā Hindusthani Hindu Lund baahar niklā―Shishnāgr tak baahar niklā ―aur―aur yeh phir andar gaya― Poora andar jađ tak samā gayā. Āh Durgesh! Mere pyare! Meri Jān! Tum ho to Naziya Khan hai, varnā mar jānā bahtar hai aesi zindgi se jismen tum na hoö―
Haaye!
‘Jiyen to jiyen kaise bin aapke?
Lagta nahīn dil kahin bin aapke.’
Durgesh! Tum soch lo ki karnā kyā hai. Main to nahīn jaane wali ab vapas Karachi. Yahin rahūngī tumhāré paas aur shabo roz chudvāūngī tumse! ”
“Pāgal ho gaī hain aap. Ab bakvās karni band karen aur chupchāp kħāmoshī se chudvāyen!”
“Kħāmoshī se to nahīn chudvā sakti main.”
“Kyā matlab?”
“Kisi ke baap kā dar pađā hai kyā? Aré! Tum mere ho! Tumhārā Hindusthani Hindu Lund merā hai. Merī Pakistani Musalmān Choot merī hai. Hum jab tak chahen aesh karen.
‘Hindu Purush Musalmān åurat raazi,
Phir kaun hotā hai kambakħt koī Musalmān qāzi?’
Māro kameene ko pakađ kar agar koī disturb kartā hai to.”
Main muskurāyā.
“Hindu Purush Musalmān åurat to haméshā raazi rahte hain Sālī! Tujhé kuchhh nahīn måālūm. Bachchī hai tū abhi.”
“Main 21 saal ki ho chukī hūn Janab!”
“To phir tujhé yeh kyon nahīn måālūm ki har Musalmān Laundiyā kisi na kisi Hindu Purush se hi chudvānā chāhtī hai originally. Har Hindu Purush kisi na kisi Musalmān Laundiyā kisi na kisi Musalmān åurat ko hi chodnā chāhtā hai originally.”
“Allah! yåni Hindu Purush Musalmān åurat natural pair hai?”
“Aur nahīn to kyā? Aur yeh pair kabhī na kabhī kahin na kahin kisi na kisi taraħ banker hi rahtā hai.”
“Ise koī nahīn rok saktā?”
“Ise koī nahīn rok saktā.”
Merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund satāsat bhakābhak samā rahā thā ab Naziya Khan ki gori choost kasi huī tight Pakistani Musalmān Choot men.
Chiknā hone lag gayā thā merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund Naziya Khan ki Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke ras se ālipt ho ho kar.
Mere Hindusthani Hindu Lund kā jo bhī ħissā uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot se bāhar ātā thā voh bijli ki tez roshni men chamakne lagta thā.
“Durgesh kabhī light bujha kar nahīn chodtā.” Shāheen Khan ne bataya thā use, “Voh haméshā bijli ki, tube light ki, bharpoor roshni men hi apni Musalmān åuraton ko chodtā hai.”
“Sharm se mar jātī hongi bechāriyān.” Naziya Khan jhenpī jhenpī si bolī thī.
Shāheen Khan hansī thī.
“Tū to pāgal hai. Aré! Bahutmazā aatā hai itne tez light men ek doosre ko nanga dekhne men aur is taraħ behave karne men jaise nanga rahna hi theek normal behavior hai. Main ek baar Durgesh ke sāth poore ek hafte tak nangi rahī thī.”
Naziya Khan ki aankhen ħairat se phail gaīn.
“Poore ek hafte tak?”
“Poore ek hafte tak.”
“Kħūb maza āyā hogā.”
“Poochh mat. Mujhe aesa lag rahā thā jaise Durgesh Ħazrat Ādam ålaihissalām ho, aur main Ħazrat Ħavvā ålaihissalām; aur hum donon ek nai duniyā ki shurūåāt karne jā rahe hon.”
“Yåni Durgesh kuchhh aesa nayā deta rahtā hai apni Musalmān åuraton ko haméshā jo doosre unhen dene ke bāre men tasavvur bhī nahīn kar paate.” Naziya Khan ahista se bolī, “Isiliye jo ek baar Durgesh ki ho jātī hai phir use Durgesh ke ålāvā aur kisi ke sāth lutf hi nahīn ātā. Apne Shauhar ke sāth bhī nahīn. Durgesh phir har kisi ke liye uske Shauhar se bhī bađhkar ho jata hai.
‘Once with Durgesh, all the rest is trash’”
“Eieieieieieieieieieieieieieieieieiei―Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Achānak hi Naziya Khan ke munh se halki si chīkħ nikal gaī.
Durgesh ne itnā kaskar pélā thā apna Hindusthani Hindu Lund uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar ki voh apne aap ko chīkħ pađne se rok hi nahīn saki thī.
“Kahān kho gaīn merī Sarkār?”
“Phāđ dāloge kyā?” Naziya Khan jhunjhlākar bolī, “Itnā kaskar kyon pélā?”
“Aap ko hosh men lānā thā vapas. Aap Karachi chali gaī thin.”
“Karachi nahīn chali gaī thī, yahin thī.”
Merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund shishnāgr tak baahar nikal rahā thā, phir seedhā jađ tak samā rahā thā.
Phir shishnāgr tak baahar nikal rahā thā aur phir punah seedhā jađ tak samā rahā thā.
Naziya Khan beakħtiyār sisak rahī thī.
Itnā lambā!
Itnā motā!
Itnā sakħt!
Yā Allah!
Naziya Khan ki saansen baar baar tang rahī thin.
Aesa lag rahā thā use jaise zinda nahīn bachegi voh aaj.
Itnā lambā lund!
Itnā motā lund!
Itnā mazboot lund!
Hindusthani Hindu Lund!
Uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar!
Achānak hi phir fakħr ho āyā use apne bemisāl Pakistani Musalmān Ħusn par.
Merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund phir andar samāyā.
“Aeieieiei―āhista― āhista Durgesh! Main kunvārī hūn Meri Jān! Pahli hi raat men phāđ kar rakh doge to phir båqī chaudah din raat kyā karoge?”
Tabhi merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund punah kaskar samāyā.
Ek baar phir phāđtā chalā gayā merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund Naziya Khan ki Pakistani Musalmān Choot kā rāstā ―andar jađ tak.
Naziya Khan kā jee chah rahā thā ki voh mere Hindusthani Hindu Lund ke uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar har Pravesh par buri taraħ chīkħé!
Chillāyé!
Kahé―
“chhođ do―Lillāh!-―chhođ do―merī saans ruk rahī hai―nikālo― nikālo―ni―kā―lo―oooo―Yā Allah!-― Yā Allah!-――Phir―pel―diyā ― Phir―pel―diyā ― Phir―pel―diyā ― Phir―pel―diyā ― Phir―pel―diyā ―āāāāāāāāāāā―m―m―m―marī ―mar gaīīīīīīīīīīīī―Merī Pakistani Musalmān Choot Bahutchhoŧī hai―tumhārā Hindusthani Hindu Lund Bahutlambā hai―Bahutmotā hai―Bahutmazboot hai―mat phāđo― mat phāđo― mat phāđooooooooooooo― Yā Allah!-― Yā Allah!-― Yā Allah!-― marī ― marī ―mar gaīīīīīīīīīīīī ―mar gaīīīīīīīīīīīī―”
Kitni mushkil se apne aapko yeh sab chīkħne chillāne se rok paa rahī thī voh, ya to yeh kħud Naziya Khan jāntī thī ya phir uskā Allah.
Naziya Khan ke donon nange gore bađé bađé sudaul vishāl Pakistani Musalmān koolhe merī donon Hindu Purush hatheliyon par rakhe hué the aur main kas kas kar merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund pélé chalā jā rahā thā uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar.
Voh hil dul bhī nahin sakti thī mere Hindusthani Hindu Lund ke samne se.
Merī donon Hindu Purush hatheliyon par jame hué the uske Pakistani Musalmān koolhe.
Thik target par thī uskī kunvari Pakistani Musalmān Choot Durgesh ke Hindusthani Hindu Lund ke.
Allah!
Kitnā shareef samajhtī thī voh is Durgesh ko!
Aur darħaqīqat kitnā zabardasht sexy hai Durgesh.
Aese kas kas kar sex kicks lagā rahā hai apne Hindusthani Hindu Lund ke Naziya Khan ki Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar ki Allah ki panāh!
Allah meri taubah! Allah meri taubah!
Merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund Naziya Khan ki Pakistani Musalmān Choot ko chauđī kartā huā aage bađhta hi jā rahā thā.
Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā Tujhé Chodā Mainé. Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā.
Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā Tujhé Chodā Mainé. Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā.
Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā Tujhé Chodā Mainé. Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā.
Allah!
Allah!
Agar Durgesh use isī taraħ chodtā rahā satāsat bhakābhak satāsat bhakābhak satāsat bhakābhak to Naziya Khan bilā shako shubhā mar jayegi.
Naziya Khan ki himmat nahīn hai Durgesh ke itne prabal, itne mazboot, Hindu sex kicks apni Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar lagātār mutawātir bardasht kar sakne ki.
Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā Tujhé Chodā Mainé. Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā.
Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā Tujhé Chodā Mainé. Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā.
Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā Tujhé Chodā Mainé. Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā.
Dékhā?
Theek hai.
Chāhā?
Yeh bhī theek hai.
Chodā?
Yeh bhī theek hai.
Balki bilkul theek hai.
Yahi to chāhtī thī Naziya Khan ki Durgesh use chodé!
Kħūb chodé!
Kħūb kas kas kar chodé!
Lekin tab yeh nahīn jāntī thī Naziya Khan ki Durgesh itnā sexy hai.
Allah!
Durgesh ke Hindusthani Hindu Lund ke uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar har Pravesh par Durgesh kā Hindusthani Hindu josh aur bađhtā jā rahā hai.
Lagta hai Durgesh use chod nahīn rahā hai―uskā Hindusthani Hindu Lund Pakistan par ħamlon par ħamle kar rahā hai.
Aur is jange åzeem men Pakistan haar rahā hai aur Hindusthān jeet rahā hai.
Nahīn! Naziya Khan Pakistan ko nahīn haarne degi.
Hindusthān ko nahīn jeetne degi.
Voh muqāblā karégī.
Voh muqāblā karégī.
Merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund Naziya Khan ki Pakistani Musalmān Choot ko cheertā phāđtā huā nirantar aage bađhtā jā rahā thā.
Baar baar!
Baar baar!
Peechhe hattā―
Phir aage bađhtā―
Peechhe hattā―
Phir aage bađhtā―
Naziya Khan ko aesa lag rahā thā jaise uskā dam ab niklā―tab nikla― ab niklā―tab niklā.
Durgesh us par buri taraħ chhāyā huā thā.
Naziya Khan Durgesh ke neeche pisee jā rahī thī.
Taubah! Taubah!
Allah meri taubah!
Taubah! Taubah!
Allah meri taubah!
Yeh Durgesh kā Hindusthani Hindu Lund hai ya koī automatic piston?
Uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot sansanāne lag gaī hai andar se.
Itne lambe itne mote aur itne mazboot lund ke constant persistent praveshon par Pravesh mazaq nahīn hain.
Naziya Khan ko aesa lag rahā thā jaise uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund na samā rahā ho―
Uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ko dandā dālkar phāđā jā rahā ho.
12 inch lambā 5 inch motā dandā.
Iron rod.
Steel rod!
Yā Allah Rabbil åālmīn!
Apni choot ke paas kuchhh garm garm sa maħsoos huā Naziya Khan ko.
Use samajhte der na lagi ki is bheeshañ Hindusthani Hindu Lund ki bheeshañ chudāī se uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot phat gaī hai aur kħoon bah rahā hai.
Naziya Khan ki aankhon men aansū aa gaye.
Agli hi thokar men―
Hindusthani Hindu Lund Pakistani Musalmān raħam se jā takrāyā.
Uf Allah!
Takleef kā zabardasht jhonkā uthā.
Poora Pakistani Musalmān raħam hil gayā.
Naziya Khan ko lagā main vāqaåee use chod chod kar maar dālūngā.
Uskī ħaseen Pakistani Musalmān aankhen buri taraħ chhalchhalā aaīn.
Kintu thođī der båd hi―
Naziya Khan ki dilkash ħaseen Pakistani Musalmān aankhon se aansū ghāyab ho chuke the―aur Naziya Khan Bahutmaze se siskārī chhođ rahī thī.
Merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund ab Naziya Khan ko apni Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar beħad achchhā lag rahā thā.
Pakistani Musalmān Choot jaise ab raqs karne lag gaī thī.
Apne donon vazandār Pakistani Musalmān koolhe uthā uthā kar chudvāné lag gaī ab Naziya Khan mujhse.
Sāth hi sāth mujhe protsāhit bhī karne lagi voh.
“Chodo―āhā―chodo Durgesh!-―Chodo Meri Jān! Tumne apna Hindusthani Hindu Lund merī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar dālā hai ya jaan daal di hai merī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar―Chodo Pyāré!-― Jee bharkar chodo―Jis taraħ chaho―Ulat pulat kar chodo―”
Maine Naziya Khan ko uthā kar farsh par rukoo’ men jhukā diyā.
Shaitānī mastiyon men ek meethā madhur qahqahā lagāyā Naziya Khan ne.
“Wāh! Is sex position men to mazā aa gayā. Mere nange Pakistani Musalmān koolhe tumhārī nagn Hindu Purush god men samā rahe hain baar baar―Chodo―Kaskar chodo―”
Itnā uttejit kar diyā thā Naziya Khan kī in anāđī ħarkaton ne mujhe ki voh kyā kah rahī hai, kyā bol rahī hai, kuchhh sunāī nahīn de rahā thā mujhe.
Mujhe to keval Naziya Khan ki dilkash choost kasi huī Pakistani Musalmān Choot dikhāī de rahī thī.
Main merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund baahar kheenchta, phir sađsađā kar dann se Naziya Khan ki Pakistani Musalmān Choot men jađ tak ghuseđ detā.
Voh dandanātā huā seedha Naziya Khan ke Pakistani Musalmān raħam se takrā jata.
Pakistani Musalmān Choot sansanā rahī thī.
Chodan sangeet goonjne lag gayā thā.
Uskī nashīlī tarnagen vātāvarañ men phailne lag gaī thin.
Sapp―Sapā―sapp―
Pakch―pakch―
“Aur chodo mere Rājā Piyā! Aur chodo mere Hindu Piyā! Durgesh! Chodo apni Muslim Naziya ko―Mere Pakistani Musalmān jism ke Hindusthani Hindu mālik―Chodo apni Pakistani Musalmān laundī ko― Chodo apni Pakistani Musalmān kaneez ko― Chodo apni Pakistani Musalmān dasī ko―Naziya Khan tumhārī Pakistani Musalmān laundī hai mere Hindusthani Hindu Piyā! Durgesh! Meri Jān! Naziya Khan tumhārī Pakistani Musalmān kameez hai. Tumhārī Pakistani Musalmān dasī hai Naziya Khan. “
Pakistani Musalmān Choot Hindusthani Hindu Lund satak rahī thī, nigal rahī thī, ugal rahī thī aur phir punah satak rahī thī, nigal rahī thī.
“Chodtā hūn Meri Jān! Naziya Khan!”Main kichkichā kichkichākar Naziya Khan ko chodtā huā bolā, “Aur?”
Uske donon mount everest ki taraħ tane hué Pakistani Musalmān uroz mere donon haathon se pakađ rakhe the maine aur aavesh men kas kas kar āghāton par āghāt lagaye chalā jā rahā thā.
“Aur―” Naziya Khan Shaitānī mastiyon men bolī.
“Aur?”
“Aur.”
Merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund kas kas kar Naziya Khan ki Pakistani Musalmān Choot ki yātrā kar rahā thā.
“Allah! Allah! mere Allah! mere mālik! Itnā lutf to mujhe kabhī kħvābon men bhī ħāsil nahīn huā thā.” Naziya Khan mastiyon men apni aankhen moondti huī bolī.
Maine uskī donon mundi huī ħaseen Pakistani Musalmān aankhen choom lin.
“Aaj pratyax ħāsil kar le Sālī!”
“Aaj? Sirf aaj? Ab mujhe yeh lutf zindgi bhar chāhiyé! Ab samajh men āyā ki hum sab ki sab Årab Muslimāt aur Other Muslimāt kyon tum par is buri taraħ marti hain. Aré! Tum mere Pakistani Musalmān uroz, mere Pakistani Musalmān boobs, to aur kas kar dabāo―peeskar rakh do kambakħton ko―”
“Le Sālī! Le!”
“Wāh!-― isī taraħ ―āh―āhā―ahāhāhāhā―Chode jao―”
Mastiyon men apni Pakistani Musalmān Choot peechhe ki taraf chalāne lagi Naziya Khan.
Merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund baar baar uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot men jađ tak samā samā kar vileen ho rahā thā.
Uske donon sudaul gore nange chikne Pakistani Musalmān koolhe baar baar merī nagn Hindu Purush god men buri taraħ kas kas kar samā rahe the.
Naziya Khan muskurā rahī thī.
Hans rahī thī.
Khilkhilā rahī thī.
Aur―meethe qahqahe lagā rahī thī baar baar mastiyon men.
Main jee bharkar Naziya Khan ko chod rahā thā.
Naziya Khan jee bharkar mujhse chudvā rahī thī.
Phir main sar ke baalon se lekar pairon ke talvon tak nangi Naziya Khan ko merī sarvathā nagn Hindu Purush god men lekar khađā ho gayā.
Doobti si āvāz nikli Naziya Khan ke munh se.
“Chodo―Ruk kyon gaye?-―Chodo Durgesh! Please! Please! Meri Jān! Mere Pakistani Musalmān jism ke Hindusthani Hindu mālik!
‘Aaj chodo mujhe kaskar
yeh ijāzat hai tumhen,
mujhko chodo
merī rag rag men sharāré bhar do
Mere sartaj! Merī rooħ men rahne wāle!
Main tumhārī hūn merī choot ke andar kar do
Yeh tumhārā jo Hindu Lund itnā pyārā hai
Isse qismat merī likh do mujhe pāgal kar do.’
―”
“Naziya!”
“Merī Pakistani Musalmān Choot pasand nahīn aaī kyā tumhen?”
“Beħad pasand aaī hai, Meri Jān! Naziya Khan! Tanik āsan badal rahā hūn.”
“Jaldī badlo. Yā Allah! Yā Kħātooné Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadā Fātimā razee Allāhu tåālā ånhā! Yā Muħammads ―”
Maine khađé khađé hi Naziya Khan ke donon pair mođkar merī sarvathā nagn Hindu kamar ke aas paas phansā diye.
“Kyā kar rahe ho? Tumhārā Hindusthani Hindu Lund kahān hai?” Mastiyon ki behoshi men Naziya Khan ko kuchhh nahīn soojh rahā thā.
“Teri Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar hi hai, Meri Jān!” Maine chatākħ patākħ choom liyā Naziya Khan ko.
“Kahān hai? Patā hi nahīn chal rahā hai.”
“Shishnāgr andar hai. Båqī baahar hai.”
“To jađ tak andar karo Bābā! Baahar kyā kar rahā hai voh? Usse kaho fauran ghar vapas lauté. No more āvārāgardī.”
“As you please my Pakistani Musalmān sweet heart!” Maine kahā aur ek āghāt lagāyā kas kar.
Kasi huī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund ek hi vaar men deevar men kisi keel ki taraħ thunktā chalā gayā.
Naziya Khan ki chīkħ nikal gaī.
“Āh! Allaaaaah!”
“Kyā huā?”
“Bahutlambā hai tumhārā―Bahutmotā hai.”
“Achchhā lag rahā hai?”
“Bepanāh achchhā lag rahā hai―Be-intihā achchhā lag rahā hai―Pélooooooooooo―”
Maine phir pelā.
Phanphanātā huā merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund Naziya Khan ki Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar punah jađ tak jā baithā.
Naziya Khan samajh gaī thī ki main ek professional chodne wala hūn aur chodnā vastutah merā profession hai.
Dr. Fareedā Jalāl Sheikħ ke bare men jo kuchhh bataya thā Shāheen Khan ne use, usse yah samajh saknā sarvathā āsān thā ki main keval ek kāmyābtareen Freelance Professional Writer mātr nahīn hūn, ek kāmyābtareen Professional Sex therapist bhī hūn jiskī fees afford kar saknā har kisi ke bas ki baat nahīn hai.
Uskī samajh men yeh nahīn aa rahā thā ki aakħir main ‘Film Apsarā’ kā editor hone ki service kyon kar rahā hūn.
Afshān Siddiqui se use yeh bhī patā chal chukā thā ki kuchhh Årabian film industrialists merī positive full length Blue Films bhī banāté hain jinke profit kā ek definite percentage bhī mujhe milta hai.
Itni chhoŧī si ůmr men itni sāđī kāmyābiyān?
Naziya Khan chakit thī.
Jhoolā jhoolte hué chudvāné lagi Naziya Khan mujhse.
Main khađā thā aur Naziya Khan mere gale men apni donon Pakistani Musalmān bahnen dālé jhool rahī thī.
Shāheen Khan ne fakħr ke sāth comment kiyā thā.
‘Musalmān Durgesh se nahīn jeet sakte. Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil has declared that Durgesh is Imām Mahdi.’
Apne donon pairon ko ab kħud apni taraf se bhī merī sarvathā nagn Hindu Purush kamar ke ird gird phansa liyā thā Naziya Khan ne.
Phach phachā phach!
Phach phachā phach!
Merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund tezi se andar baahar aur phir andar ho rahā thā.
Jhoomti huī aur jhoolti huī Naziya Khan ki masti apne charamotkarsh par pahunch rahī thī.
Yeh hosh tak nahīn rah gayā thā use ki voh is vaqt Pakistan men nahīn Hindusthān men hai. Apni kħālā ke yahan aaī huī hai aur ek Hindu use chod rahā hai.
Mere Hindu hone se use koī problem nahīn thā.
Naziya Khan un Musalmān lađkiyon aur un Musalmān åuraton men se thī jo ek Islamic country men paidā hone, vahin parvarish pāne aur vahin rahne ki vajah se traditional Musalmān mardon ki mentality ko kħūb achchhī taraħ jāntī aur samajhtī thin.
Musalmānon ko voh heejđā na keval samajhtī thī balki khulkar aesa kahtī bhī thī.
Uskī rāý thi―Purush sirf Hindu hote hain.
Musalmān lađkiyān aur Musalmān åuraten sirf Hindu Purushon ke liye bani hain.
Hindu Purushon ke ålāvā aur kisi ko Musalmān lađkiyon aur Musalmān åuraton ko chodne kā ħaq nahīn hai.
Musalmān raħam men sirf Hindu Vīrý, sirf Hindu Sperm hi girna chāhiyé.
Naziya Khan un Musalmān lađkiyon aur un Musalmān åuraton men se thī jo Musalmānon ke sāth normal behavior bhī karne ke liye tayyār nahīn thin.
Unhen apne liye Hindu Purush chāhiyé thā bas!
Iske båd Musalmān mardon kā kyā hotā thā isse unhen koī matlab nahīn thā.
They hated Muslim males more than they hated anybody else.
Naziya Khan mastiyon men hai aur jab tak uskī mastiyān main mere Hindusthani Hindu Lund se poori taraħ tr’pt nahīn kar dūngā voh even normal bhī nahīn hogi yeh main kħūb achchhī taraħ janta thā.
Abhi Naziya Khan ko keval merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund chāhiyé―jee bharkar chāhiyé ―kas kas kar chāhiyé aur har baar poora jađ tak chāhiyé.
Naziya Khan bađbađā rahī thī.
“Chode jāo, Rājā! Durgesh! Mere Hindu Piyā! Meri Jān! Mere pyaare! Maza aa rahā hai. Bepanāh lutf aa rahā hai― bepanāh lazzat ħāsil ho rahī hai.”
Main Naziya Khan ke donon nange ħaseen sudaul Pakistani Musalmān koolhe sahlā rahā thā, aur nirantar chodé jā rahā thā use!
Uskī pratyék baat par mere Hindusthani Hindu Lund kā ek sashakt āghāt lagata main uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar aur uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot kħarbooje ki phaank ki taraħ phattī chalī jātī.
Pahli baar merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund andar pravisht karne men paréshānī huī thī mujhe kintu ab Naziya Khan ki Pakistani Musalmān Choot ne juice chhođnā shurū kar diyā thā isliye merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund ab satāsat bhakābhak andar baahar andar ho rahā thā.
Kuchhh der tak to yūnhī chudvātī rahī Naziya Khan mujhse, phir usne bhī apne Pakistani Musalmān koolhe uchhāl uchhāl kar vaar karne shurū kar diye.
Lagbhag sāth sattar āghāton ke båd Naziya Khan daant par daant jamākar mujhse chipak gaī.
Uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot tezi se sikuđne lagi thī.
Pakistani Musalmān Choot ki phaankhon ne mere Hindusthani Hindu Lund ko uskī jađ par kaskar pakađ liyā thā.
Tabhī maine bhī ek sashakt āghāt lagāyā aur Naziya Khan ke Pakistani Musalmān koolhon ko pakadkar use bheench liyā.
Naziya Khan burī taraħ chhalchhalāné lag gaī.
Apni gardan mere kandhe par ek taraf daal di usne.
Vaar bharpoor huā thā.
Aur iske sāth hi mere Hindusthani Hindu Lund ne bhī apnā Hindu vīrý chhođ diyā thā.
Naziya Khan ko aesa lag rahā thā jaise uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar merā Hindu Veerý nahīn, pratyut amr’t baras rahā ho, aabe ħayāt gir rahā ho.
Voh burī taraħ kaskar chipak gaī mujhse.
Ab Naziya Khan mujhe choom rahī thī.
Pyār kar rahī thī Naziya Khan mujhe.
“Shukriyā! Shukriyā Meri Jān! Tumhāré Hindusthani Hindu Lund ne aaj mujhe nihāl kar diyā. Āh! Wāh! Merī Pakistani Musalmān Choot abhī tak bhartī chalī jā rahī hai tumhāré Hindu Veerý se, tumhāré Hindu Sperm se― bhartī chalī jā rahī hai― bhartī chalī jā rahī hai. Āh! Wāh! Bhar gai― ab tumhārā Hindu Sperm mere Pakistani Musalmān raħam ke andar gir rahā hai. Mere Pakistani Musalmān raħam men samā rahā hai.”
Main muskurāyā.
“Sālī! Khub kħush ho rahī hai?”
“Tum nahīn ho rahe ho kħush?”Naziya Khan ne mere Hindu Purush netron men jhānkā.
“Main bhī ho rahā hūn kintu tū mujhse bhī kahin zyādah kħush hai. Bahut― Bahut zyādah kħush hai.”
“Voh to natural hai na! Mere liye yeh pahli baar hai. Tum to lātādād Musalmān lađkiyon aur lātādād Musalmān åuraton ko chod chuke ho apni is chhoŧī si ůmr men hi.”
“Aur yadi garbhvatī ho gaī to?” Is baar maine bhī Naziya Khan ke beħad ħaseen Pakistani Musalmān aankhon men jhānkā.
“Aré! To kyā tum mujhe kabhī apne beton ki ammi hi nahīn banné doge?”
“Bannā! Jitne beton ki ammi bannā chāhtī ho, zarror bannā.”
“Phir?”
“Abhi nahīn. Pāgal hai kya?”
“Kyā matlab?”
“Abhi se hi, 21 saal ki ůmr men ammi ban jayegi to tere jawani ke arman kab niklenge?”
“Kyon? Mere ammi bante hi tum mujhe chodnā band kar doge kyā?”
“Aré! main to tujhé jeevan bhar chodnā band nahīn band karne wala.”
“To phir problem kyā hai?”
Kintu iske pahle ki main Naziya Khan ke is savāl kā jawāb de patā, Shāheen Khan kisi aandhī toofān ki taraħ andar dakhil huī.
Andar aate hi usne Naziya Khan ki balāyen le līn.
“Wāh! Wāh! Wāh! Mār liyā maidān? Harā diyā Tamām Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā ko.”
“Phir aa gaī saali bakvās karne!” Main jhunjhla kar bolā, “Maine chod lin tamām Muslimāt jo tū mujhe Tamām Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā kahā kartī hai?”
“Aaj nahīn to kal chod loge!” Shāheen Khan mujhe aankh maar kar bolī, “Tumhen kaun sa kisi Muslimā ke paas jana hai, use chodne ke liye? Mujhe chodne mere paas aaye the kyā tum? Merī Chūt men khujlī uthi, main tumhāré paas gaī aur maine tumhen chod dālā.”
“Shāheen Khan! Merī pyārī Indian Muslim rāħte lund! Sab tere jaisi bahādur nahīn hotin.”
“Voh to main bhī jāntī hūn ki har koī Babbar Shernī nahīn hoti―”
“Ae!” Naziya Khan ne use tonkā, “Zabān sambhāl ke! Zabān sambhāl ke!”
“Bhāī main Pakistan ki baat nahīn kar rahī. Chalo, māné lete hain ki tere Pakistan men har koī Babbar Shernī hoti hai.”
“Māné lete hain kā kyā matlab? Māné lete hain kā kyā matlab? Aré! Kambakħt! Main teri aankhon ke sāmne, Pakistan se tere Hindusthān aa kar, tere ghar men ghus kar tere Hindu Kħasam ko chod rahī hūn. Sharm kar. Tum Indian Muslimāt ke paas Chūt nahīn hai kyā?”
“Taubah! Taubah! Durgesh!” Shāheen Khan ne fauran merī taraf dékhā, “Dekho to! Kitni besharm hai yeh? Pakistan se aakar yahan hamare Hindusthān men tumse chudvā rahī hai. Saalé! Pakistani nāmard kuchhh nahīn kar sake! Is par kħud sharmindā hone ki jagah ulte mujhe sharmindā karne ki koshish kar rahī hai. Allah! Allah! Māshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Wāh! Kyā andaz hai Naziya Khan! Jamī rah! Jamī rah!”
Naziya Khan Shāheen Khan ko aankh maar kar muskurāī.
Savere phir Shāheen Khan kisi aandhi toofan ki taraħ vahan daakħil huī.
Iske pahle ki voh kuchhh bolti, maine muskurakar poochha.
“Kyā ho gayā? Aag lag gaī kaheen jo is taraħ kisi aandhi toofan ki taraħ―”
Merā vāký poora ho sakne ke pahle hi Shāheen Khan bol pađī.
“Haan! Merī―”
Maine uskā munh dabochkar use zabardashti doosre kamre men kheench liyā.
“Pāgal ho gaī hai kyā Sālī? Kyā bolne jā rahī thī sabke saamne?”
“Tumne kyā poochha thā?”
“Kyā ho gayā? Aag lag gaī kaheen jo is taraħ kisi aandhi toofan ki taraħ―”
“Usi kā jawab de rahī thī main. Haan! Merī Chūt men aag lagi huī hai.”
“Sālī! Savere savere?”
“Kyon? Aesa kyā tumhare Ved men likha huā hai ki hum Musalmān lađkiyon ki chooton men savere savere aag nahīn lag sakti?”
“Shāheen ki bachchī!”
“Tum mujhe Satish ki property samajhna band karo, samjhe?”
“Shāheen darling!” Main pyār bhare svar men bolā, “Ghalti ho gaī usse. Ab kħatm bhī karo na yeh qissā.”
“Aesi ghalti tum se kyon nahīn hoti kabhī?”
“Paanchon anguliyan ek barabar nahīn hotin, yaar!”
“Main ab tumhen chod chuki. Satish mujhe satisfy nahīn kar sakta ab.”
“Shāheen!”
“Tumhārā poore bārah inch lambā aur poore paanch inch motā hai.”
Maine bebasi se uski taraf dekha.
“Aur Satish kā?”
“Uskā bhī lambā hai aur motā bhī. Lekin itna nahīn.”
“Ab tujhe poore bārah inch lambā aur poore paanch inch motā chāhiyé?”
“Mujhe sirf tumhārā chāhiyé. Main tumse kam kisi par samjhauta karne ke liye raazi nahīn.”
“Shāheen!”
“Dekho mujhe pāgal mat banao apne liye.” Shāheen Khan kichkichākar bolī, “Vallāh! Main tumhen chaurahe par nanga kar doongi aur vahin chodne lag jāūngī tumhen.”
“Yånī Satish ko måāf nahīn karegi?”
“Aré! Tum mere ho ya Satish ke?” Shāheen Khan punah kichkichākar bolī.
Tabhī bāhar se Nāzish Khan ki āvāz sunāī pađī.
“Bājī! Shāheen Bājī! Mujhe aapse Bahutzaroori kaam hai. Ek minute ke liye baahar aakar phir chali jaaiye!”
Shāheen Khan phunphkārī.
“Is kambakħt ko kyā ho gayā?”
Main muskurākar palang par baith gayā.
“Chhoŧī bahan hai teri. Jaa Sun Kar aa.”
“Bhaagna mat!”
“Sālī! Tū bahar se darvāzā band kar le!”
Shāheen Khan usi taraħ kisi aandhi toofan ki taraħ baahar nikli aur darvāzā usne sachmuch hi band kar liyā baahar se.
Arthāt Satish ko xamā karne kā uskā koī irādā nahīn thā.
Maine ek saans khīnchī aur chupchāp palang ke sirhaane se tik gayā.
“Kaun si qayāmat aa gaī?” Baahar Shāheen Khan ħalaq phāđkar chīkħī.
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–15
20. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–16
21. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–17
22. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–18
23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19
24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20
25. A deserving unfaithfulness
26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
29. A secret Smile
31. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
33. The three pregnants-1
34. The three pregnants-2
35. In the Moonlight
36. Sālī, Ammījān!
37. Now entirely secured and safe
39. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
40. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
47. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
49. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
50. Hell, I revolt
53. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
54. Making love and understanding everything
55. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
56. After the death of my husband
58. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
59. The most memorable Eidī of her life
60. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
61. You are the best. You don’t know
62. I’m not defeated even yet-1
63. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
65. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
68. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
70. I live with him
72. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
73. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
74. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
75. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
76. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
77. It all happened just naturally-1
78. It all happened just naturally-2
79. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5
80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6
81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7
82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8
83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9
84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10
85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11
86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12
87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13
88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14
89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15
93. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
94. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession
101. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued
102. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued
103. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession
104. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More
105. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
108. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
109. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
110. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
111.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
112. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
113. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
114. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
115. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
116. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
117. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
118. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
119. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
120. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
121. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
122. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
123. The everincreasing infinite lust
124. The women in my life
125. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1
131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2
132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3
133. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1
136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2
137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3
138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4
139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5
140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6
141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7
142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8
143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9
145. She protested
146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach
147. The threesome
148. You’ve proved your titles true
149. The Chairman: 1
150. The Chairman: 2
151. The Chairman: 3
152. The Chairman: 4
153. The Chairman: 5
154. An Underworld Don: 1
155. An Underworld Don: 2
156. An Underworld Don: 3
157. An Underworld Don: 4
158. An Underworld Don: 5
159. An Underworld Don: 6
160. An Underworld Don: 7
161. An Underworld Don: 8
162. An Underworld Don: 9
163. An Underworld Don: 10
164. Age no bar: 1
165. Age no bar: 2
175. Her Ultimate Decision : 3
175. The Extent: 1
176. The Extent: 2
177. The Extent: 3
178. The Extent: 4
179. The Extent: 5
180. The Extent: 6
181. The Extent: 7
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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3
7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4
8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2
19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 26| Mantr 2
21. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
22. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
23. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
24. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
26. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
28. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2
31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3
32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4
33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1
34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4
35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3
36. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 31| Mantr 18
37. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr2
38. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8
39. Saamved: Mantr 1
41. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1
42. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10
43. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik
44. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3
46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4
47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6
48. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6
49. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7
50. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8
51. Atharv Ved: Kaand 4| Sookt 13| Mantr 1
52. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6
53. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 4| Mantr 22
54. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
55. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 