Ahal-Al Bayt-32

Ahal-Al Bayt


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Chapter 32

Durgesh Kħadījah Al Kubrah
Muħammad Åbdullah

When Muħammad Åbdullah dated Kħadījah Al Kubrah in college Muħammad Åbdullah knew she was seeing me now and then too.
Our sex was excellent and she seemed to really love the way we made love together.
After dating a year Muħammad Åbdullah asked her to marry him.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah kissed Muħammad Åbdullah very passionately and cried.
She told Muħammad Åbdullah she wanted to think about it for a few days.

Then one evening she put her hands on Muħammad Åbdullah’s shoulders and told Muħammad Åbdullah she loved him.
She said,
“I love you Muħammad Åbdullah but I can never marry you. I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

Muħammad Åbdullah was stunned.
She turned away.
Muħammad Åbdullah saw tears streaming from her eyes.
Muħammad Åbdullah grabbed her arm and pulled her around.
“Why? I think you at least owe me an answer.”
Muħammad Åbdullah, it just wouldn’t be fair to you. It just wouldn’t be right. I couldn’t do that to you. I just can’t, I love you too much.” She turned again and started away.
Muħammad Åbdullah grabbed her again.
“Hey, that isn’t an answer. What have I done wrong. What the hell did I do?”
Kħadījah Al Kubrah whirled at Muħammad Åbdullah and said,
“NOTHING! You have never done anything wrong. You are a sweet, considerate, loving man. No, any woman would be very lucky to get you. It is not you, it’s me.”
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, you are killing me. I need to know more. What is wrong with you?”
Muħammad Åbdullah. There are several reasons. First, I have type A blood, you have type O blood. We might be able to have babies but they would either die before or soon after birth. There are a few successful births with treatment of the mother during pregnancy but it is chancy. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t think it would be fair to conceive any child knowing it would likely die. I can’t do that.

The second thing is Durgesh. Muħammad Åbdullah, I still have sex with Durgesh. I can’t stop it. I’m obsessed perhaps as so many other Musalmān Beauties are, other Musalmān houseladies, to have sex with Durgesh.I have slipped off from you and had sex with him several times. He is a wonderful lover with a really huge Uncut Hindu Penis. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t know if I can live with out it. You are a wonderful lover too. But you are just not in his class. Oh! We are not in love. I only love you. But I have to have that Uncut Hindu Cock now and then; it is addictive. If I married you Muħammad Åbdullah, I would have to cheat on you now and then. I couldn’t do that. So now you know. You will be much better off with someone else. Now let go of my arm.”*

Muħammad Åbdullah suspected it.
It was no news to him.
He had already argued with himself.
So what? Even Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid after she already had even more than one husband.
He has been named after that great personality.
Can’t he follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam in this matter?
It’s easy to enjoy the glory of having that great name.
It’s hard to live that name even in some matters, not in all of them.
Muħammad Åbdullah controlled himself.
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, if we just live together you wouldn’t be cheating on me. We can adopt a baby or you can find a sperm donor and have a baby. Lots of people have babies that way.”
She stood and looked at Muħammad Åbdullah.
She threw her arms around his neck.
“Oh! Muħammad Åbdullah, you are wonderful, I love you so much. Muħammad Åbdullah, I won’t have babies unless I am married, my parents would disown me. They have a right to have grand children. Let me think about this.”

Muħammad Åbdullah looked into her eyes,
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, I will do anything. I can’t live with out you. Please think of something. If I don’t hear from you by tomorrow night I will assume you think there is no possible way we can be together. I will not be able to be this close to you and not see you; therefore I will leave for Makka Mukarramah the next morning. I will never bother you again. May I have a good night kiss?”
Kħadījah Al Kubrah kissed Muħammad Åbdullah and cried holding him tightly.
Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, I will always love you, Good night.” Muħammad Åbdullah turned and walked away.

Muħammad Åbdullah sat in his little apartment staring at the walls wondering how to get to Makka Mukarramah.
There was a soft rap on the door.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at the clock.
Three ten?
Muħammad Åbdullah went to the door and opened it.
A warm little body grabbed him and kissed him.
It was Kħadījah Al Kubrah.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah kissed Muħammad Åbdullah and said,
“Muħammad Åbdullah, I love you too Muħammad Åbdullah. You are very smart, tell me how we can do this and Muħammad Åbdullah, I will marry you, Muħammad Åbdullah, I will.”
“Marry me. I will give you my permission to have sex with Durgesh from time to time. you can let him father our children. Will that work for you?” Muħammad Åbdullah said gravely.

“Gosh! Let me think about it.”
“There will have to be a contract between us saying Durgesh will relinquish all claims to the children and that Muħammad Åbdullah will be listed on the birth certificate as the father. No claim can then be made against him for child support or anything. I want you to sign an agreement regarding your sex with Durgesh. Each instance will have to be approved by me in advance.

If you want Durgesh to make you pregnant you will need to schedule it on your most fertile days and go off the pill in advance. You will never be out later than midnight and Muħammad Åbdullah will always be informed as to where you will be. You will never communicate with him in any manner without me seeing or hearing those communications. The frequency will be set at no more than once every six months, subject to review and negotiation biannually. Muħammad Åbdullah will always be treated with the utmost respect and courtesy by both of you. Any breach of this agreement will result in ceasing of your sex sessions with him and/or is grounds for an uncontested divorce. How is that? Will that work for you?”

“It works for me, I’ll ask Durgesh if he will agree with it.”

“You said he didn’t love you, why wouldn’t then he agree? Do you want to marry him? Is that what you want?”

“No Muħammad Åbdullah, I would never marry him. He is a Hindu after all. Sex with a Hindu is one thing, but marriage with a Hindu is quite another thing at all. I hope you are prudent enough to understand the distinction. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t even really like him. He is arrogant and self-centered even if he has redeeming features. I could never live with him. He feels the same about me. He says Muħammad Åbdullah, I am the best fuck in the world but other than that he thinks Muħammad Åbdullah, I am not any fun to be around.”

“Ok then, I will wait about leaving until I hear from you. Is two days enough?”

“One day should do it.”

The next day Kħadījah Al Kubrah knocked on his door at 7:30 in the morning.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah was grinning from ear to ear.
“Durgesh agreed to sign the papers. How soon can you have them ready? I’ll get him to sign them as soon as you have them ready.”

“I’ll have them this morning. I’ll meet you here at noon, OK?”

“Oh! Yes, dear. I’ll be here.”

Muħammad Åbdullah drew up the papers and had them checked by a friend who was an attorney.*

He met Kħadījah Al Kubrah at noon and gave her the papers.
Both their signatures needed to be notarized.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah didn’t knock on his door until eight that night.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her.
She had a glow on her face.
“You have been fucking Durgesh haven’t you?”
“Yes, a ‘good bye’ fuck. These papers don’t go into effect until we are married. Right?”
Muħammad Åbdullah turned, walked to the window and stared out at the night.
He felt her little hand on his arm.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked down.
Her eyes were huge,
“Did I do wrong, Muħammad Åbdullah?”
“I guess you went by what it said on the paper in some respects. You didn’t pay any attention to the prior approval part though. Actually you are right. The agreement means nothing unless we get married, if we do.”

“What? If we do? What do you mean?”

“Well you seem to want to go by the exact letter of the agreement but not by the intent or spirit of the pact. I guess I need to rethink this. You were with him for eight hours. You left me sitting waiting. In my mind that doesn’t show any respect, courtesy or consideration.” Muħammad Åbdullah led her to the door, maybe you need to say ‘good bye’ to Durgesh again. I’ll think about this, I’ll call you.”
She stared at Muħammad Åbdullah with tears running down her face.
She said,
Muħammad Åbdullah softly closed the door,
“We both need to think about this, and I’ll call you.”
The door clicked shut.
Muħammad Åbdullah heard her slide down the door and hit the floor.
Muħammad Åbdullah heard her sobbing.
Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t stand it.
Opened the door, helped her to her feet and sat her in a chair.
Muħammad Åbdullah wet a hand towel and gave it to her.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah wiped her eyes and looked at Muħammad Åbdullah.
Muħammad Åbdullah sat in front of her,
Kħadījah Al Kubrah, do you remember
Åāyeshah Abu Bakr?”
“Your old girl friend? Yes I remember her. She is very pretty.”
“Well, Åāyeshah Abu Bakr called me yesterday and we talked for a while. She broke up with her boyfriend last month. She asked if she could come over and see me. I asked her if she wasn’t just horny and needed a good fuck. She admitted that was the case. I told her I would get back with her. If you will excuse me I think I will call her now.”

“You are going to fuck her?”

“Well why not? We aren’t married. Can you give me any reason why I shouldn’t? At least I am giving you a little warning.”

“Muħammad Åbdullah,” Kħadījah Al Kubrah said curtly suddenly, “if you really want to marry me, I don’t want you to fuck her.”

“Well, for heaven’s sake why not, I don’t love her, it will just be sex for old times’ sake. She is a very good piece of Musalmān ass.”

Kħadījah Al Kubrah stood up, looked at Muħammad Åbdullah contemptuously and marched out the door.
Her head was held high aggressively.

Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t call Åāyeshah Abu Bakr.
Muħammad Åbdullah hadn’t spoken to her in six months actually.
He called Kħadījah Al Kubrah instead and requested a meeting more with her.

The next morning when Muħammad Åbdullah returned from a class Kħadījah Al Kubrah was waiting at his door.
He greeted her respectfully.
“We need to talk, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.”*

Muħammad Åbdullah unlocked the door.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah entered and sat at his little kitchen table.
She pointed to the chair opposite her.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah watched Muħammad Åbdullah for a minute then said,
“You didn’t call her, did you?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Oh! Why not?”
“Because it wasn’t worth the hurt it would cause you.”
“I never even considered how what I did would hurt you. It just didn’t occur to me how that would hurt you. How much it has to hurt you to sign that agreement. How much you must love me to even thing of letting me do that. If you ever want another woman, how can I ever refuse you? I do love you Muħammad Åbdullah, Muħammad Åbdullah, I really do, and I just can’t bear the thought of you leaving me. You just taught me a lesson, Muħammad Åbdullah, I won’t forget. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t have to put our agreement to use, do I?”
Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at her,
“No, I won’t force you to use the agreement.”*
They were married in a small ceremony a month later.
During the football season they watched Dallas play every Sunday.
Then one day, a year after they were married, Kħadījah Al Kubrah told Muħammad Åbdullah that Dallas was going to play in LA in two weeks.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her.
She said,
“Are you ready to start our family?”

Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her for a long time.
“Is that what you want? How does that fit with your fertility cycle?”

“It fits perfectly. And yes, my beloved husband, Muħammad Åbdullah, I do want a child.”

“How would you want to handle this?”

“I guess I would try to meet Durgesh somewhere for a couple of hours.”

“I made you a promise, I will honor that commitment. Keep me advised of what you are doing.”

An hour later she handed Muħammad Åbdullah a copy of an e-mail she had sent to me.
She asked the usual questions about how everything was going.
In the last paragraph she reminded me of our agreement and said Kħadījah Al Kubrah would be available while I was in LA and to advise her if I were still interested.

She showed Muħammad Åbdullah my reply the next day when Muħammad Åbdullah came home from work.
I said I was very much interested and that I would let her know in a later e-mail where to meet me and when.
Muħammad Åbdullah could see Kħadījah Al Kubrah was pleased.
Muħammad Åbdullah asked her if Kħadījah Al Kubrah was happy because Kħadījah Al Kubrah was going to get properly fucked after all that time or because she might be getting pregnant.*

Kħadījah Al Kubrah burst into tears, ran to their bed and cried.
She came out later and said she would cancel the meeting.
Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“No, we have an agreement. Nothing in that agreement says I have to LIKE letting you fuck another man. I hate it. Because I love you beyond all reason I will let you have four chances with Durgesh. I know that the odds are against your getting pregnant in only four tries. After that I think we will explore other options.”

That night she hugged Muħammad Åbdullah and initiated sex.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah was very excited and hot that night.
She had on his favorite baby doll gown.
She pushed Muħammad Åbdullah down on the bed and kissed him passionately.
She pulled the top of her gown off, took her breast in her hand and placed the nipple in his mouth.
Her little hand searched for his cut Cock and found it.
It was soft and didn’t respond to her attentions.
She sat up and looked at Muħammad Åbdullah.
“What’s wrong, don’t you love me anymore?”
“Yes I love you but I am not really stupid, I know you are just excited because you will be fucking Durgesh in a couple of weeks. How am I supposed to feel?”
“Muħammad Åbdullah, I wanted you very much tonight because I went off the pill tonight and Muħammad Åbdullah, I won’t feel safe making love to you until I am back on them.”
Muħammad Åbdullah got up and said,
“Then I won’t tempt you until you are serviced by Durgesh. I’ll sleep in the other bedroom until then.”*

A week later she showed Muħammad Åbdullah the instructions she had received from me.
I gave her the name of a hotel, the room number and the time and date to meet me.

Muħammad Åbdullah put it on their bulletin board.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her.
Durgesh wants you there at eight in the morning and says he will have you home by midnight?”

“Yes, we need to do it as many times as we can to insure I get pregnant.”

“Right. I’ll keep that in mind if I decide to get laid too!”

The weeks dragged by.
They barely spoke to each other.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah was up and dressed early on the morning Kħadījah Al Kubrah was to meet me.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah wore her favorite dress over a brand new bra and panty set.
Muħammad Åbdullah told her to take a bag with a change of clothes with her.
“Because I don’t want what you wear for him to ever come in this house again, understand?”
“Yes, you are really making this as hard on me as you can, aren’t you?”
Muħammad Åbdullah walked to her and looked her right in the eyes,
“Yes, I hate this and at this moment I hate you for what you are doing to me, no, to us. What do you expect? Do you believe that Casper Milquetoast shit they used to tease me about? What do you want me to do, go with you and lick his Uncut Hindu Cock for him so he is nice and slippery when I hold his Uncut Hindu Cock and put it in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt for him? Get out of here, you don’t want to be late.”
She turned, walked over to the window and looked out.
She stood for a moment, then turned and walked back.
“Muħammad Åbdullah, I guess I don’t deserve anything of that. Muħammad Åbdullah, I want you to know and believe I really and truly love only you. Muħammad Åbdullah, I want us to have a baby otherwise I wouldn’t be going. Will you be here when I get home?”*

Chapter 33
1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam